This air bag is not right for me [Ancient wears the present]

"Have you seen it?" Ming Zhaoyun's hand that just picked up the wine glass froze in the air, blinking his eyes, his face full of disbelief, "Then why didn't I know?"

"Don't you know?" Jiang Ying put the food into her mouth, chewed it slowly and swallowed it, and continued the topic just now, "I ask you, in your childhood, did someone often come from That iron fence-like security door stuffed food for you?"

Jiang Ying still remembers,? The structure of the neighbor's house back then.The door has two floors, the first floor is an ordinary door, and the other is a hollow anti-theft iron door like an outer iron fence, which is locked from the outside.

At that time, the neighbor's children were often locked in the house. They had no food or drink. It was very pitiful.Once Jiang Ying came back from school and saw her open the door inside, squatting behind the hollow iron door waiting for her family to come back, so she went up to chat with her.

From then on, Jiang Ying often stuffed her with food through the gaps in the iron gate.Those foods,? Jiang Ying saved them from between her teeth.

Jiang Ying recalled the bits and pieces of those years, and was a little fascinated.After a while, Jiang Ying raised her eyelids and continued to ask: "Does someone often tell you stories on the balcony? From One Thousand and One Nights to Andersen,? Then to Green,? Then Pipilu."

At that moment, Ming Zhaoyun tightly clasped the stem of the wine glass with his fingers, and an expression of surprise showed uncontrollably from his slightly dilated pupils.

After Jiang Ying had a panoramic view of her reaction, she felt that all of this should be in line with what she had guessed.

Originally, when she heard Ming Zhaoyun humming that song, she was still not very sure, thinking that maybe she made a mistake.Because Ming Zhaoyun's change is really too big,? She can't believe that Ming Zhaoyun is the kid from the neighbor's back then.But now... Jiang Ying is sure that Ming Zhaoyun and that child are the same person, even though they no longer have the same face.

Jiang Ying lowered her head: "And, does someone often sing that song to you? It's the one you sang in the secret room... Night and Fireflies."

When Jiang Ying calmly read the name of the song, Ming Zhaoyun was completely stunned, and quickly raised his hand to cover his lips, but couldn't hold back the surprise.

When Jiang Ying said that, the corners of her lips curled up slightly: "Do you know why you can't find it on any music software? Because it is the first song I wrote and it was not included in any album. Naturally, it has not been on any platform.”

"So," at this point, Jiang Ying finally recovered from that petrified state, held her breath for a second, her eyes were as round as a kitten, "could it be that you are the neighbor, Miss?"

Jiang Ying grinned twice, and looked at her: "Why, you still remember me at last?"

"Of course, no," Ming Zhaoyun nodded and shook his head again, "I've never forgotten, okay, but maybe I can't remember the face, but I really, that is, haven't forgotten you at all, okay?"

Ming Zhaoyun couldn't figure out what kind of emotion he was in right now.It seems to be surprised, excited, delighted, but also nervous and at a loss, it is too complicated.Anyway, all she knew was that her whole body froze and became difficult to control.

"At that time, if it wasn't for you, I might have," Ming Zhaoyun's eyes seemed to be sprinkled with a pinch of crushed stars, filling a pool of glittering lake water, "I might have Not in this world anymore..."

Angered by her tears, Jiang Ying turned her head and let out a sigh of relief, then lowered her eyes and took out a tissue and handed it to her: "Why are you crying all of a sudden? Although this place is still relatively hidden, if someone sees it, don't worry about it." It was photographed, and the whole story was posted on the Internet, and it might become unreasonable by then."

"I can't help it, because I'm very happy now," Ming Zhaoyun took the tissue and rubbed it between his fingers, his voice was a little trembling, he couldn't act as freely as he usually does in front of the camera, he could only let his true feelings Leaked out unrestrainedly, "I thought I would never see you again in my life, I was still thinking, I didn't even thank you properly. You know, at that time, if that day, I was waiting at the door When my family came back, I planned to go back and take a knife to kill myself if I couldn’t wait for them within 5 minutes, because I felt that no one in this world loved me.”

While Ming Zhaoyun was speaking, his nose was dyed with a layer of light cherry pink in an instant.She was sobbing as hard as she could at the moment, trying not to make too much noise, so as not to be surrounded by people and cause unnecessary trouble, but her body became more and more stiff: "At that time, I felt that life was real and super boring Yes. But, in those five minutes..."

What happened that day was so unforgettable that Ming Zhaoyun still remembered every detail.

"I saw you. You came over to talk to me, and you went to get me something to eat," Ming Zhaoyun's tears rolled down his cheeks and trickled down to his chin, and he burst into a smile, "You still talk to me Said, next time I will come to see me and accompany me. Do you know, just to wait for this next time..."

After many years, but when Ming Zhaoyun talked about this topic again, Jiang Ying's heart still beat quickly.I can't tell what kind of feeling it was, maybe it was distressing, Jiang Ying wanted to take her into her arms, even though she still didn't do anything in the end.

As Ming Zhaoyun talked, he hugged the tissue directly to his chest, pulled out another tissue from inside, pressed his eyes and sneezed: "Then the second time, you start singing to me, and return it to me when you're done." I told a very interesting story. It’s just that every time you tell a story, you don’t finish it, and you always keep an ending to catch me, and you can continue telling me the next day.”

Hearing this, Jiang Ying folded her hands on the back of the chair and let out a soft sigh of relief: "I did it on purpose."

"Why do you want to do it on purpose?" Ming Zhaoyun didn't understand.

Jiang Ying pulled the corner of her lower lip: "Let your life have expectations every day. If you go on like this, you will feel that everything is not so bad."

Ming Zhaoyun almost stopped crying.But when he heard this, he couldn't hold back immediately, his eyes became moist again, and he wanted to cry.

Jiang Ying fiddled with the wine glass: "Because you are so cute, I really can't bear to see you live in such pain every day. You shouldn't bear the things that adults have tossed about."

Ming Zhaoyun's eyes became more and more foggy, he sucked his nose several times, and continued with red eyes: "Actually, you have indeed given me a lot of hope. I still remember you saying that you want to take me to climb Mount Everest, take me to ski, take me to see the aurora, take me to the country where fairy tales are born, buy my favorite biscuits, camp with me in the summer forest, lie on the lawn and watch the stars... I remember. So, I have been living well, always, always.”

Jiang Ying nodded slowly: "Yes, I said so."

Ming Zhaoyun's nose was a little blocked, so he had to open his mouth to breathe: "So, do you still count what you said?"

Jiang Ying looked into her rippling, misty eyes, grinning her lips for a while: "As long as you are free."