nice to drive

"Gabby hung up another supercar and came out, ouch, congratulatory McLaren!"

"I'll sell it after July, and I'll hang it up first to take orders..."

"Big red, it's so pretty, and it's Young Master He's car, so someone has to snatch it!"

After packing up the cigarette case, Ying and Jiang walked alone in the June afternoon in Chengdu.

His mind was full of the nonsensical words of those car bosses who were staggering from drinking at the dinner just now.

His congratulations have just become some people's gossip after dinner, even if there is nothing unpleasant to say, he will feel uncomfortable if it falls into Ying and Jiang's ears.

When I close my eyes, my mind is full of congratulatory figure, smiling, gouging out his eyes when angry, intimidating aura when showing off, sometimes a mouth that can kill half life with a word, and obedient When, the drooping eyelashes...

In the first 28 years, when there was no congratulations, emotionally, it was really fucking useless.

A ginkgo leaf floated by his feet, green and dotted with a little gray. Along the street, there were bowl tea stands, ear-picking artists holding goose feather sticks and clasps, and clinking utensils in their hands.

There is also the street of Wenshu Monastery, and the community stage set up not far away, full of tourists and locals.

Mr. Pingshu on that stage held a folding fan in his hand, and wiped out four large characters: Lebu Sishu.

Mr. Pingshu closed his fan again, and sent some cool wind in front of him, saying: "This is the spring scenery in Chengdu, come to heaven and earth, the Tang wind blows past the Huanhua Creek behind..."

Ying and Jiang stopped to listen, and heard that the gentleman on the stage had a good tone, and he could even hum a few words: "Huanhua Langyuan, that's where Dongjun lives. Gingzhi, have you seen it?"

After he asked this question, the audience in the audience talked a lot. Occasionally, a few young people were brave and yelled at the top of their voices. Press an object similar to a gavel: "Speak nonsense!"

Ying and Jiang listened, their thoughts drifted a little.

He has never seen Ning Zhi who sent Xianqiao, but he has seen Young Master He on the South Gate.

Xihe, Tongzi Forest, Wenshu Monastery, Shengxian Lake, Study Room, Chunxi Road, Yipin Tianxia, ​​Red Pailou, Kuanzhai Alley, Lailong, Fengxi River, Huazhaobi, Immortal Tree...

Even the name of the subway station in this city is so beautiful, not to mention the people.

……

On the night after Fengtang came, He Qing didn't open the window and went out to find Ying and Jiang.

He didn't think about anything else, but turned off the light in the room and smoked, one after another. This was the smell that he had smoked for a long time after the stomach hemorrhage, and the smell of fingertips.

Touching the tip of his nose with his fingertips, He Qing closed his eyes and sniffed carefully, imagining that it was like smelling Ying Yujiang's fingers, the heavy smell of tobacco almost killed him...

If the two of them hadn't been bothered on WeChat in the past few days, with the number of times they met, He Qing was afraid that Ying and Jiang would feel that they wanted to run away halfway.

He held the key of Wangjiang's famous family in his hand, and his heart was itchy like a cat's scratching.

Holding the phone, He Qing turned out Ying and Jiang's circle of friends, and slid his finger on the screen. The smoke in front of his eyes made him breathless.

Every day when I have something to do, I just look through my friends' circle of friends. I don't know how long this habit of congratulations has been maintained.

There was a note before, this point was included in the business card, and He Qing found out that both Ying and Jiang's WeChat names had been changed, and there was nothing, just the word "Ying".

He Qing felt a dull pain in his heart, did he really intend to give up Pangu's property?

The background of the circle of friends is the night scene taken from the Wangjiang famous gate. The huge glass floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the night of the city, the lights of thousands of houses, the splendor and vastness, and the faint figure of congratulations.

Scrolling down, it’s still a small video, the whole May and June, just one, or the night view of Jinjiang taken in Ying Xiaoer’s Porsche 911 the night I went to Hejiang Pavilion.

Click on Congratulations, the background wind howls, and I can still hear the babble that I don't know over there, probably because it's a bit cold at night, hey, what are you filming!

The phone is a little hot.

He Qing looked at it, and then wanted to respond again, thinking about it like crazy, thinking that the first love was so miserable, hugging the pillow and rolling around a few times, resisting the urge to call the phone.

Thinking of Pangu's recent downturn, the Jaguar that gave Jiacheng, and the ribbon-cutting ceremony for Sofia Wanda, the congratulations became angry and wanted to hit someone, but in the end everything was reduced to zero, and no one was wrong.

His father was right about congratulating Dingli, his congratulations were right, and Ying and Jiang were even more right.

But why is he the most affected.

With red eyes, He Qing stared out the window. After a while, he looked at his phone again. It was already three o'clock in the morning, and he couldn't fall asleep at all.

He bit his lip secretly, never felt that the night was so difficult.

When he was sleeping with Ying Yujiang before, whether he would push up the quilt at night, put the pillow upright or at an angle, including whether the pajamas were lifted up by himself to dry his belly, Ying Yujiang took care of everything.

Occasionally waking up in the middle of the night, He Qing finds Ying Yujiang's body, hugs it, and Ying Yujiang stretches his arms over whether he is asleep or not, and hugs He Qing into his arms.

He was too greedy for the feeling of nestling in the back of his neck, a faint smell of men's perfume, warm like Langzhong steamed buns just out of the cage, very sweet.

Occasionally, he opened his mouth to take a bite, and then Ying Yujiang stretched out his hand and twisted He Qing's ass, calling him annoying...

It was scolding, but the doting tone of the speech made He Qing's heart ache, not to mention how beautiful it was.

And every time I eat at home, He Qing can't come up with a single dish after a long time of fiddling, so I can only cook noodles, and after cooking, I will serve them to Ying.

When Ying and Jiang saw He Qing wearing a small apron, they fell in love so much that they reached out to grab someone to kiss him, and He Qing yelled at him, don't kiss him!Lao Tzu's face is going to be silly!

After thinking about it, He Qing blushed again, stretched her hand under the quilt, opened her crotch, panted and turned on the airplane mode to send a message to Ying and Jiang...

Post everything in a mess, what I miss you, why can I continue to make cars, and finally there is voice, paragraphs, He Qing didn't know what he was groaning out, his mind became a mess .

When it was over, he put his phone aside, panting slightly, his temples were wet, his whole body was wrapped in the quilt, his eyes were empty, staring at the dark room, he didn't know whether he was happy or sad.

It has been almost two years since Pangu arrived in Chengdu, and every step after reaching a certain scale has been done by He Qing, watching him work overtime, watching him go under the car to repair the car for the needs of customers, watching him take Cutting knife and applying film, watching him sitting by the bed in the early morning, looking at the modification drawings, smoking a cigarette, and puffing out smoke rings while modifying...

He Qing had heard Ying Yujiang talk about his family, the foreign car dealerships and refitting factories that his family had opened in Beijing, as well as the sports cars that they drove in Wangjing when they were young, and the track guardrails that they crashed into.

As well as Ying Kun's expectation of corresponding with the general, and Ying Xiaoer's expression of surprise every time he sees the new car in Pangu.

It's been so long, and He Qing still remembers, last year on Longquan Mountain, in the rally race track, Ying and Jiang held the steering wheel fiercely, and the spirit that became flying because they overtook the car in front...

He Qing couldn't hold it back, and after watching the messages turn into red exclamation marks, he directly dialed a voice call to Ying Yujiang, who answered it after it rang for five seconds.

You can't let Ying and Jiang look at yourself in such a miserable state, otherwise you will have to worry endlessly.

He stared at the screen with his mouth tightly shut and didn't say a word, when he heard the soft sound of the quilt being rubbed over there, followed by Ying Yujiang's deep sleepy voice: "Qing'er... "

He Qing's ears were all soft, and she let out an "ow", and buried her face in the bed, her voice was muffled: "Don't yell."

Ying Yujiang speaks northern mandarin, which is different from Lanzhou Fengtang and the others. Beijing movies speak in a straight and round voice, with a deep and deep voice, which is very masculine. The word "er" is very magnetic, which stimulates He Feeling hot again several degrees.

Perhaps Ying and Jiang over there were completely awake. Hearing what He Qing said, he laughed and said, "What's that called... baby?"

Congratulations collapsed even more, and now it was like a firecracker that was ignited as soon as it was teased, and whispered: "I, I'll fuck|dead you, who allowed you to call that..."

Ying and Jiang were even more cheerful, and said slowly: "You don't study hard, don't you also call me brother?"

He Qing suddenly remembered Ying Yujiang's broad back, strong body, and the last time the two of them put together to compare their abs, it seemed like just yesterday...

He didn't speak in a daze, Ying and Jiang had been dozed for more than half of the time, and he hadn't heard the voice of congratulations for a long time, so he was completely refreshed, even though his voice was over-current, he could still clearly hear the infinite in his tone eager.

"Baby, why don't you talk?"

As soon as this claim was made, He Qing trembled suddenly, half closed his eyes, especially hopeless, tears came out, he wiped his eyes with the quilt indiscriminately and did not speak, afraid that Ying and Jiang would hear it, but heard the man over there again :"Um?"

He was completely resigned, and had no choice but to half tuck in the quilt, moaning, "I'm sleepy..."

How could He Qing be sleepy, she just found an excuse not to speak.

Ying and Jiang said, "Then I'll tell you a story."

He Qing's heart warmed at once, and her voice was small, as if she was about to die: "Tell me about your Beijing."

So Ying Yujiang closed his eyes and said slowly: "In the past, Beijing was called Kuhai Youzhou, and people lived on the mountains to the west and north, and this land was given to the Dragon King."

"Later, Nezha came, and he and the Dragon King and Dragon Mother fought for 81 days."

He Qing snorted and said, "Did you win..."

Ying Yujiang gave a low "hmm" and continued: "Later, the water leveled off, and slowly, a piece of land was exposed."

He Qing listened with her eyes closed, not at all drowsy.

"After the land came out, Nezha closed all the sea eyes in Youzhou, the sea of ​​bitterness, and locked the Dragon King and Dragon Mother in a big sea eye..."

He just listened to Ying Yujiang talking in a daze. At the end, Ying Yujiang seemed to think he was asleep, and his speech slowed down until he stopped.

"From then on, this place is no longer called the Sea of ​​Bitterness, but Youzhou."

After Ying and Jiang finished speaking, he said, "Are you asleep?"

He Qing held her breath and didn't dare to say anything. She opened her eyes to see the call time, and then heard a long sigh coming from the receiver.

He Qing's heart ached and she wanted to cry.

He covered his mouth, and Ying and Jiang over there said in a hoarse voice, "Go to sleep."

dream about me.

He Qing quietly added a sentence in her heart.

Ying Yujiang said again: "These days, I miss you very much."

Completely unable to take it anymore, He Qing bit her lip, turned over, the sound of the quilt was rustling, her breathing was even and long, she stretched out her hand cautiously, pretending to have accidentally touched it, and hung up the phone.

He Qing wrapped her whole body in the quilt and hugged her mobile phone, but she couldn't hold back in the end, the corners of her eyes were wet with tears, she wiped them carelessly, no matter how much she wiped, the tears still came out.

He really dreamed of Ying Yujiang that night, standing at the security checkpoint of the airport, smiling at him, He Qing stretched out his hand, and there was a security check barrier in front of him.

I can't catch it.

……

In mid-June, there is still one week left, and Ying Xiaoer's college entrance examination results are about to come out. This little kid is not in a hurry at all, watching the whole family jump up and down, but he looks like an outsider.

There are so many universities in Beijing, which one should you not study?

After he conveyed this idea to his father, Ying Kun hit him with a crutch, originally to frighten him, but he missed the leg, and just landed on a brick next to Ying Xiaoer's feet, which made the child tremble. , jumping to the side: "Dad! Don't mind me! I'm a bull neck!"

His aunt was anxiously persuading him: "Speak carefully, don't hit the child..."

Ying Kun was furious, and scolded Ying Yuchen: "What does it mean to study which university is not to study, can Peking University and Tsinghua University be the same! Ying Yuchen, you brat, you don't know what to do, you are very confident in your grades, right? You don't even fail the exam at Sichuan University!"

Ying Yuchen also got excited: "I'm studying at Sichuan University, what's wrong with Sichuan University, Sichuan University is still [-], Renmin South Road, Chengdu Central Axis! Wherever my brother is, I will be there!"

Ying Kun knew in his heart that the kid was angry with him, so he didn't bother to get angry, and he still didn't spare his little son, and scolded with a smile: "You two brothers are promising, and they don't plan to go back to Beijing, right? The house in the original work of Yihe is too small for me to live in, the wings are hard, get out!"

"Ouch", Ying Yuchen smiled brightly, and honored his father with a plate of winter melon candy: "Dad! You still think the big villa is small, so I will make money in the future. I will buy a villa for my brother and give it to him." You buy a castle!"

Ying and Jiang were not very talkative when they were young, but Ying Kun got a young son who loves talking and will be liked, and he loves him very much. Walking in the cage of the bird, stepping on the old Beijing black cloth shoes, walking and saying, okay, Xiaoer, you have a future...

Ying Yuchen followed behind his father very dog-leggedly, he was secretly tongue-tied, why did his brother come back, his brother's heart is connected to the kang, and has taken root in Chengdu!

He really wanted to apply for Sichuan University, not for any other reason, other than his brother being in Chengdu, and because he really felt that staying in Chengdu was more comfortable than Beijing...

There is an older brother, his sister-in-law, racing cars, a lot of food, and a comfortable city. How pleasant it is.

He knew that he never went to Sichuan when he was young, and never left Sichuan when he was old. After staying in Chengdu for almost two years, he completely forgot about the happy life in Beijing. Chengdu is obviously more comfortable.

On the night when the results of the college entrance examination came out, at the end of June, Ying and Chen ran around like they were having fun, running down from the attic of the Ying family's mansion and running around in the garden, pulling the printed report card and shouting at the sky. .

Howled so much that his father stuck his head out of the upstairs, opened the window and yelled at him, screaming his soul!

Ying Yuchen ignored his father, just grabbed his mobile phone and hummed into the microphone before finishing his run, his voice panting: "Brother! Me! 630!"

It was He Qing who answered the phone. Hearing Xiao Er's yelling, she couldn't help but smile and said, "Awesome! Where are you going to read?"

Ying Xiaoer was taken aback for a moment, and was also happy to hear that his sister-in-law had picked him up. He ran away and continued, "Sichuan University!"

With a lump in He Qing's throat, she was a little panicked, and quickly handed the phone to Ying Yujiang, saying, "Xiao Er did very well in the exam..."

Ying and Jiang were driving the car, the two of them rushed to Wangjiang Famous Gate after dinner, answered the phone and said, "How many points?"

"630 Qi, brother, damn it, I want to run around the Forbidden City!"

When Ying and Jiang heard the score, they were also happy, stepped on the gas pedal a little harder, and asked with a smile: "Where do you think about applying? You will have to fill out the application in a few days."

Ying Xiaoer's voice was very loud, and he repeated again: "I, Ying Yuchen, want to study at Sichuan University!"

Hearing the name of the school, Ying and Jiang didn't think there was any problem. After thinking about it, it should be safe for his younger brother to report the school's score, but suddenly noticed the slightly flustered expression after the congratulatory question just now, and he was puzzled. What are you upset about?

Ying and Jiang didn't think much about it, they gave Ying Xiaoer some instructions, asked how the family was doing, and hung up the phone.

He Qing watched the scenery outside the window recede one by one, didn't make a sound, breathed a little tight, coughed and loosened his throat, and before he could speak, he caught a glimpse of Ying Yujiang reaching out to turn off the air conditioner, and opened the skylight a little out of the corner of his eye. .

The two of them managed to find time to meet each other today, and neither of them mentioned the McLaren P1 that was hanging out, the Audi R8 that was sold, and neither did they say a word about the transfer of Jaguar to Jiacheng Automobile. Mentioning it seems to have become a taboo, untouchable.

It's been a few days since we saw each other. Ying Yujiang looks more handsome in summer clothes than in winter, and he no longer keeps a cold face. Instead, his eyes are soft and his jaw line is sexy. When he talks, he looks at himself steadily. His brows and eyes are as masculine and tough as before, and he is very cool...

The big Mercedes-Benz G drove through a street on the side of the Second Ring Road in the cool summer night. The headlights of the car were so bright that the pupils of the two were hot.

Ying and Jiang could feel that something was obviously wrong with He Qing today, his complexion was not very good, and he spoke in half, always feeling like he wanted to say something, but he stopped talking.

When the car drove to Yulin Street, the street lights were not too bright, so Ying Yu rang his phone.

Ying Yujiang glanced at He Qing who turned to look at the scenery outside the window. It was an unfamiliar number, but he still answered the phone.

After answering the call, Ying and Jiang held the mobile phone and replied in a low voice: "Well, okay, then I will trouble you."

A boss who received a whole batch of tail fins from him called and said that the stall was in a hurry, but he was too busy to use that batch, so he asked someone to draw up a contract, and Mr. Ying needs to come and sign it now. In the evening, the off-duty time has passed, and I really caused you trouble...

To be honest, the other party is the buyer, and Ying and Jiang are the sellers. He has to rush to do these things, but he looked at He Qing and sat in the co-driver with a puzzled expression on his face. After thinking for a while, he said: " I'll take you back first, and I'll be back later."

He Qing knew the way, but she didn't know what it was. He heard a few words indistinctly, and felt that it must not be something good that he could accept, so he asked, "What is it?"

Ying and Jiang were taken aback, they didn't expect that He Qing would ask him, and said calmly: "It's a small matter, a friend is looking for me."

He Qing knew very well that Ying and Jiang had never delayed their time together because of other people's affairs, and even though they hadn't seen each other for many days, would he believe it was about friends?The voice coming from the receiver in the enclosed space was also loud. He heard everything about the transfer of hands and the contract.

What he is most afraid of right now is to hear Ying Yujiang say that he will not do Pangu, do not do cars, and do not do this business.

Why, in order to fall in love with you, the business can't go on, what are you talking about dreams, the business passed down from the family has been broken halfway.

He Qing showed no expression, just whispered: "You go, I'll wait for you in the car."

Ying and Jiang thought about it for a while, but they didn't see anything wrong with He Qing, so they nodded and stepped on the gas pedal.

Driving to the wealthy area of ​​Ludao International in Wuhou District, Ying Yujiang parked the car on the side of the road, the dim street lights were turned off, the driver turned off the ignition and looked up, his eyes were full of tears. It's all starlight.

He Qing just tilted his head to look at him, unable to say a thousand words.

Ying Yujiang coaxed him a few words in a low voice, and was about to open the door to get out of the car. When he turned sideways to open the door, he caught a glimpse of He Qing unbuttoning his seat belt from the corner of his eye.

Ying Yujiang got out of the car quickly, with the remote control key in his hand, and under the moonlight street lamp, he walked a little further, and walked slowly backwards, when he saw He Qing was about to open the door.

From such a distance, both Ying and General could see the fire in He Qing's eyes, they were really angry, angry, and intimidating.

He Qing doesn't allow him to do these things anymore, he knows it all.

Stopping, Ying and Jiang reached out, pressed the soft key on the key with their fingertips, and locked the car.

The car is locked by remote control, the door is forced to open from the inside, and the anti-theft program such as locking the engine will also be activated. He Qing naturally knows this. He watched the car lights turn on and off, and the lights on the dashboard dimmed suddenly. , The sound of the engine is gone, everything is silent.

Should and will have left the range of the remote control.

"My grass!"

He Qing grabbed the center console that was turned off, frantically looking for buttons, and pressed them indiscriminately, but because the system didn't start, the buttons didn't work, so there was nothing she could do if the key wasn't in her hands.

Fuck it! ! !

His eyes were about to burst into tears. He leaned behind the car window to see the tall figure of Ying Yu Jiang going away, kicked the tightly closed car door furiously, and cursed with red eyes: "Ying Yu Jiang will fuck you!" uncle!"

When getting farther and farther away from the car, Ying Yujiang looked back, He Qing's hand was still attached to the glass, he didn't struggle anymore, just looked in this direction motionlessly.

The 1 apologies in his heart were all choked in his throat.

When they came back, the interval was not too long, almost half an hour, He Qing was sitting in the co-pilot, her seat belt had been unbuckled, her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be asleep.

Ying Yujiang got into the car lightly, took a shirt from the back seat and put it on him, and touched He Qing's face that was a little cold by the night wind with the back of his hand.

He suddenly remembered that last winter, in Jiuyanqiao Bar Street, He Qing got drunk and came out with He Fengtang, and finally chose his own car.

She also slept leaning on the co-pilot like this, and there was a particularly beautiful scene at that time, He Qing was leaning on it like this, her long eyelashes flickering, and on the back were the four big characters of a gas station, no fireworks.

The congratulations are indeed not the fleeting fireworks, but the prairie fire that took root in his heart.

A large piece of grassland was burned, and the burning was so intense that his heart burned.

As soon as the car started, He Qing woke up not long after driving out. He was extremely calm, took off the shirt he was wearing, folded it on his lap, and went to see Ying and Jiang.

A few more street lights passed by, and there were few people on the roads on both sides, and the night wind made him unable to open his eyes.

"Don't do that,"

He Qing suddenly said that he felt extremely uncomfortable, and rubbed the buckle of the seat belt with the palm of his right hand, and the sharp touch made his palm extremely painful, "Don't do this in the future."

Ying and Jiang Bantian looked at each other and said calmly, "It's my own business."

He Qing stared at him with wide eyes, and her voice became a little louder: "This is not your business!"

After saying this, He Qing leaned on the co-pilot seat, covering half of her face with her hands as if all her strength had been exhausted, not daring to look at Ying and the general, panting heavily, her voice hoarse and out of tune : "I'm not worth it."

Ying Yujiang was turning right while driving this car, and suddenly felt that this car was driving like the last train tonight, his heart throbbed, the words came out of his throat, biting each word painfully: "It's worth it."

He Qing put down the car window, glanced out the window for a few times, tried not to let her gaze go to Jiang's body, her eyes were hurt by the wind, she gasped and said, "I've thought about it, really. "

He Qing said, I have thought about the answer and the general, really.

No matter how uncomfortable Ying Yujiang felt, he still didn't stop the car, his face was ashen, and his legs were trembling slightly as he stepped on the accelerator.

The words he wanted to say went up and down in his throat several times, and finally when the car drove into the tunnel, the surrounding brightness suddenly went out, and the whole car was darkened, and even He Qing's profile face couldn't be seen .

It should be as if the voice has suddenly become hoarse, it is heavy and difficult to speak.

"Do you want to say those two words?"

When He Qing heard this, she burst into tears before closing the car window.

In the darkness, he wiped his face indiscriminately, and became frightened, afraid that if the tunnel was over and the street lights were on, if Ying and Jiang saw him cry, no one would be able to get out of the car today...

He also told himself over and over again that the wind was too strong.

Night Breeze in Chengdu is too fucking big.

The two of them have reached this point, they are cautious in every sentence, they smashed themselves to pieces, and they are also afraid of hurting each other even the slightest bit, so they can't even say a breakup.

Ying and Jiang had a cold face, and there was no emotion in their voice: "Say something."

He worked so hard, persisted for three or four months, worked hard to change his business, wanted to start a hotel, thought about the future, thinking that it doesn't matter if the car can't be made, it doesn't matter if Ying family blames him, as long as there is money to be made, congratulations Still, the business of the car can be handed over to my younger brother in the future. Isn't the road still long?

He Qing's McLaren will be sold if he doesn't break up. His Pangu is not as big as before, and he is limited everywhere. The Chengdu car circle can't continue, and the hotel industry is slowly improving...

But now He Qing told him that I'm not worth it, after thinking about it, I'm not worth it.

Whether it's worth it or not, isn't this what he should and will know best.

He dared to swear that he had never felt so uncomfortable in his life, as if he was in a tug-of-war, trying his best to pull He Qing to his side, and the other side went in the opposite direction, and said, it's not worth it, don't pull it, stop it Bar.

Stop it.

He didn't know that in the darkness of the tunnel, He Qing's throat was still choked up, and he tried hard to make his cry smaller, and smaller.

What a majestic old man, why the hell do you cry when you say so?

It's really crazy and crazy.

As the vehicle drove out of the tunnel, He Qing didn't dare to speak much, for fear of being heard, she turned her face outward and tried her best to make her throat feel better.

He looked out of the window, the car entered Tongzilin Street, the roadside was very bustling with high-rise buildings, there were not many people on the street, only the endless traffic flow...

Why can't he and Ying and Jiang be tolerated?

He Qing became determined, sat up straight, and whispered, "Stop the car."

As soon as the words were finished, Ying and Jiang stepped on the accelerator and parked the car on the gate. This stubborn behavior caused He Qing to yell, "Stop on the side of the road!"

Fortunately, there is no car in the back, and the speed is also slow, otherwise I will explain everything here today!

Ying Yujiang remained silent with a cold face, turned the car on the turn signal slowly, and parked on the side of the road. Looking at He Qing who was unbuttoning his seat belt, he felt that the action seemed to be releasing the relationship with him. It's all messed up.

Ying and Jiang whispered, "I'll take you back."

He Qing opened the car door without looking back, with her back to him, and stepped out with one long leg.

"No need, Ying and Jiang..."

After saying this, he stretched out his hand to untie the key of Wangjiang Mingmen from his pocket and put it on the seat. He obviously felt the breath of the person behind him was suffocated, and his heart felt like a knife was twisted when he heard it.

Now I just feel that a stone from nowhere in my heart fell to the ground, but it hit my foot.

He Qing took a deep breath.

"Don't come here again."

After speaking, the sound of closing the car door was very small, and his movements were very light.

He Qing was going to be paralyzed all over, her mind was in a daze, she leaned against the car door, and took a last look at the silent general Ying Yu in the driver's seat.

His face was gloomy, and he sat there motionless, his figure like a mountain.

He Qing couldn't breathe.

If you don't look at the expression, it looks exactly the same as when we met for the first time at the Jingang Circuit last year.

The current indifference and disappointment are mixed together, replacing the hostility on the eyebrows at that time.

He Qing walked further and further away with her back to the car.

From Ying and Jiang's point of view, under the bright street lights, there are little lights on the shops and streets, passers-by are in a hurry, the tops of the branches are swayed by the night wind, and the whole world presents a dazzling warm color.

He Qing's eyes are full of these now.

And he has disappeared from his field of vision.

Seeing He Qing go away, Ying Yujiang leaned back on the driver's seat, looked at the lonely key on the co-pilot, and felt a little out of breath for a moment.

He looked out of the window again, but he could no longer see He Qing.

He laughed, it was really the last train.

Lit up a cigarette and put it on, and should sit on the seat and smoke one by one. I don’t know if I am laughing at the current cigarette so hard to smoke that my throat is stuck, laughing at the street lights that are too bright, or laughing at myself...

Can you not get off the bus halfway.

The scenery outside the window is no better than mine.

①Silly: dry.

②Ox-neck: To offend the temper of an ox, to make one lose one's temper.

(I wish you all a happy new year, I will run for a while with the lid on the pot.

Thank you for accompanying me through this more than a month, and also thank He Qinger and Mr. Ying.

Leave their regrets in 2017, there will be sunshine after the storm, see you next year!

I wish you all success in 2018 and safe seasons!

2017.12.30)