Chapter 493 OnaSlowBoattoChina
The car is driving on the road.
Li Qingning is driving.
Sitting on the co-pilot, Jiang Yang asked a profound question, "Is it the driver's patent for them to touch their legs in a luxury car? If the co-pilot touches the driver's leg, it is easy to cause an accident. Shivering, pedal to the bottom—”
The traffic light is on.
Li Qingning touched Jiang Yang's leg, "That's right."
Jiang Yang:…
What he was actually thinking about was Li Qingning's long legs in jeans, which were very attractive, especially when driving. Just for the sake of safety, he was still in the stage of deliberation, unexpectedly he was molested first.
They drove past the forest park just now, Li Qingning asked Jiang Yang: "Have you been a volunteer for a while, why?"
"Hi."
Jiang Yang leaned his head against the car window, looking outside, "Old Zhuang is recuperating."
Lao Zhuang didn’t go there for a while, the team leader asked, Lao Zhuang said that he sprained his foot accidentally while walking.
but-
Li Qingning's words reminded Jiang Yang that he will go to Laozhuang with the team leader tomorrow.
The car turned into another road.
The elevated subway passes over the road, just as a subway passes by.
Jiang Yang couldn't help remembering the past.
When he was in college, the third school was in the suburbs, and he had to take the subway.
He stood on the subway more than once, looking at the world below, imagining the distance, always curious about what kind of stories there are in the distance, those passing cars, passing people, what kind of distance they will go to, what kind of happiness they will meet .
Later—
Jiang Yang felt lonely when he thought of the people here and the distant place they were going to. There would be no one he was familiar with.
Some people yearn for a distant place because there is a place called hometown.
Of course, that was before.
Not anymore—
Jiang Yang sat in the car, passing the subway in the sun, and felt that the road ahead was slow and far away, and life was really good.
"I was young when I set out (I was young when I set out)...OnaslowboattoChina (On the boat sailing far away), Iwillbe, Iwillbe (I will, I will)..."
Li Qingning turned to look at Jiang Yang, and continued to concentrate on driving.
Later—
She hummed softly.
Jiang Yang listened quietly, and suddenly thought, if there is a mobile phone, even for a few seconds, he can contact his parents in another world, or they can use their own eyes and ears to let them listen to his wife's words. Geer, that would be great.
Then they will feel at ease.
pity-
pity.
Jiang Yang picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.
A very ordinary northern countryside.
All the young people in the village have gone to work, only some old people and children.
Several old people sat in front of the door, raised their hickory-like faces, and chatted with each other.
At this time.
An aunt who answered the phone turned on the phone, "NowI'moldIamweathered (now I'm dying), Mybeardislongandwhite (every beard tells its own story), Ihaveseenmanycrawlingwinters (I'm stumbling in this life), onthissleepyark (experienced countless winds and rains)..."
Everyone quiet down.
They don't understand.
I feel the voice is familiar, but I don't know who sang it.
The song is very gentle.
Hearing this, I feel soothed, bathed in the sunshine of the autumn afternoon, enjoying the tranquility quietly.
Just a short paragraph.
The phone was quickly hung up.
My aunt chatted with her neighbors again, and the old intelligence network was slowly starting up, like an old ox cart that had been doing farm work for a lifetime, pulling the old broken cart around.
Suddenly.
The neighbor's mother said: "The song is so beautiful."
"yes."
Aunt agreed.
He is doing fine now.
That's good.
Jiang Yang played with Uncle Wang and the others at the internet cafe for a while in the morning, and when he went to have lunch at Longfu, he saw Sister Ying in the group saying that she had taken leave today to raise her baby at home, so she came over to have a look.
There is no underground parking lot in this community, and cars go directly into the community.
Before the car stopped, Jiang Yang saw Hou Bing sitting on a chair in the community, reading a book.
Read to Grape.
Hou Bing also saw them from a distance and beckoned.
Jiang Yang got out of the car, waited for Li Qingning, and after Li Qingning locked the car, they came over hand in hand.
Jiang Yang asked Hou Bing: "What book are you studying?"
Hou Bing showed the cover of the book, "The Little Prince".
Jiang Yang: "The author of this book is handsome!"
Li Qingning nodded his head, and asked how about Sister Hou Bingying. After learning that Sister Ying was watching TV alone in the room, she asked Jiang Yang to chat with Hou Bing, and she went to see Sister Ying.
After Li Qingning went in, Jiang Yang chatted with Hou Bing.
Suddenly, the grapes sniffed, "It smells really good, is this the smell of rose water?"
"ah."
Jiang Yang smelled it on his body, and there was a little fragrance, "Maybe it came from my wife."
As for whether it smells like roses, Jiang Yang doesn't know, anyway, it's quite light and smells good.
There are many perfumes at home, and what about antique perfumes. A few days ago, Li Qingning endorsed a luxury brand of perfume. The brand sent several classic perfumes, but I don't know which one it is.
"It smells gentle and atmospheric."
Gao sniffed again, "It's very soothing."
Jiang Yang scratched his head.
Can you smell this?
"Your nose is really good." Jiang Yang said.
Putao thinks it's okay, maybe because she can't see, so she will listen to the rain and smell the fragrance with extra heart, touch the sun, feel the wind, use all the senses except the eyes to touch the small world around her, every little bit more harvest She will be very happy when she is in love with her, and she will keep it firmly in her heart, so "she will cherish and be sensitive to things that normal people are accustomed to."
Jiang Yang nodded.
Putao said with a smile: "It's a pity that I can't go far."
The world she touches is still too small, and there are too many things she can't see in this life, even with the help of TV.
Hou Bing reassured her, "I will take you with me in the future, and I will be your eyes. Let's go to listen to the sea, climb mountains, go to the grassland to enjoy the wind, and play with sand in the desert."
Grape: "Sure."
Jiang Yang smiled.
He probably understands the expectations of the grapes.
He also had this idea in the car when he came here, hoping to have a pair of eyes so that his parents could see Sister Ning, let them know that his son is living a good life, and let them know that his son has adapted to this place and no longer feels lonely.
pity-
"Um?"
Jiang Yang suddenly remembered a sci-fi story. In this sci-fi story, there is a kind of eye. Although it can’t realize Jiang Yang’s wish to travel through time and space, it can realize Hou Bing’s wish of being a grape and taking her to see mountains and rivers.
"Take Her Eyes"!
"Let's play!"
Jiang Yang's memories of this article flashed in his mind.
He ran into the apartment building and knocked on the door.
Li Qingning opened it. He was talking to Sister Ying when Jiang Yang panicked: "What's wrong?"
"I thought of a good thing!"
Jiang Yang gave Li Qingning a hug, and after entering the door, he looked for tools for writing.
Sister Ying only has an old laptop for watching dramas, and the laptop for work is in the company.
and-
Jiang Yang also doesn’t like to use other people’s notebooks, because he is used to his own notebooks, and when he suddenly uses other people’s notebooks, he always feels uncomfortable and can’t concentrate on recalling and copying; also, he is not used to the key position, and it is easy to make typos .
so-
Sister Ying took out a pen from under the coffee table.
As for the paper—
Now that I use computers, it’s really hard to find this paper.
Sister Ying looked around, grabbed a few blank sheets of paper on the back from the sofa, and said, "Let's write."
Jiang Yang's current memory is the accumulated flood, and he can't wait to pour it out under the surging passion, so after receiving it, he lay down on the coffee table and started writing.
Song name: OnaSlowBoattoChina
Still owe eighteen chapters.
I won’t come down on the streetlights, I will work **** the streetlights, waiting for me to regain my lost morals.
(end of this chapter)