luck on thursday

Lin Qingyang was immediately confused by him, and before he could figure out a correct logic between these two phrases, Louis raised his head first, and pointed to the bus slowly approaching not far away: "Do you want to go up and take a section?"

The bus in Rosaburg has always had two floors, connected by a narrow staircase in the middle. The driver sat in the front driver's seat, looking bored, and even smelled a smell of cigarettes on his body;

The shell was evenly painted with bright red advertising paint, and "Welcome to the Eternal Capital of Rosabourg" was written in a huge black font, quite like a poor-quality tourist advertisement.Now that the ad has stopped, the car body shakes for a while.

Lin Qingyang was dazedly dragged by Louis and ran, bypassing the bus stop sign parked in front of the bus. The tourists crowded and yelled loudly and rushed to the top of the bus. The driver stepped on the foot brake and held the steering wheel with one hand. His eyes frequently looked into the pocket where a corner of the cigarette was exposed.

A child who loves to go for a ride and laugh stepped on the not-so-sturdy chassis. Lin Qingyang was taken up to the second floor, walked through the neatly arranged bus seats, stood at the front and looked at the noisy crowd below. There are most tourists at this time, and the local Most people stay at home lounging and enjoying the fireplace.

Some passengers who like quietness slowly come up from the stairs, sit in the corner, put on earphones and squint their eyes.

"Sir, where are we going?" Lin Qingyang felt a little uneasy when she was unexpectedly pulled into the car.

Louis also narrowed his eyes, and put one hand in his pocket: "I'll take you sightseeing, after all, I'm also a local."

"Sir, you don't have to work today?"

"Just give yourself a vacation."

They took two stops, Lin Qingyang fully experienced how quickly the bus driver stepped on the accelerator and pulled the handbrake, the whole bus was shaking like artificial jelly, and he almost lost his mind.

When he got out of the car, his legs were weak. After waving his hands for a long time, he finally supported the wall and took a deep breath.

"I kind of understand why the locals don't like to ride anymore," he muttered in a low voice. "My roommate told me that Maple Leaf Avenue is the best place to see, don't look at the red beetles...these are the buses."

Louis still seemed completely undisturbed, and his clothes were not messed up at all. He thoughtfully waited for Lin Qingyang to recover before walking forward: "The locals can also sit - like me?"

"This is the wall of inscriptions. Many people will write down their wishes, carve them into stone plaques and hang them here." He smiled, like a real tour guide, signaling Lin Qingyang not to look far away.

Lin Qingyang looked up, the tall walls were covered with densely packed plaques, which seemed to spread endlessly into the distance, each plaque was tied with a ribbon, some were red, some were blue and some were green. It's like a colorful rainbow on the wall, which is inexplicably funny.

"Those plaques are engraved with wishes." Louis led him forward. After walking for a while, the plaques became sparse. After turning around a bend, Lin Qingyang unexpectedly discovered that the moat passed through here, and the water was clear. within reach.

"Different ribbons represent different wishes, and there may be some kind-hearted person who will make them come true." Louis said slowly, and told him a short story about the wall of inscriptions, Lin Qingyang nodded repeatedly.

He stretched out his hand to catch the river water, his arms went around the guardrail, and the cold river water flowed through his fingers, taking away the little warmth.Louis stood behind him, seeming to take out his phone from his pocket and say something.

After a while, he put down his phone: "Walk ahead?"

"Okay." Lin Qingyang took his hand out of the river, and asked with a smile on his eyes, "Did Louis hang a wish plaque on it?"

They walked through the path surrounded by wooden railings, and then walked forward. The wooden railings turned into black lacquered and carved iron fences with thin rods. Louis thought for a moment, and said, "I don't have any wishes, because anyone who wants will be given at home." But if we talk about it now, my wish is to be able to complete the content on the wish list, so that the elders in the family can rest assured."

Lin Qingyang was still a little curious about his wish list: "You mean, it's the wish of your elders, that list?"

"Yes," Louis affirmed. He took out the list from his pocket and unfolded it. Lin Qingyang deliberately avoided it, but Louis didn't seem to care about being seen by him, and showed it in front of him.

Lin Qingyang was the first to see the familiar content on the list: "...a thoroughbred horse. I remember you went to Maremma to discuss business?"

Louis smiled: "Yes, this is the business we're talking about."

They came out from the moat, passed the turntable of the street, people came and went, the surrounding shops used beautiful glass windows to attract tourists, Lin Qingyang also saw the words "exclusively for a certain family" written on the door of many shops.Someone spoke English with an unfamiliar dialect accent on the phone, and a fashionable lady with an umbrella walked by.

From time to time, motorcycles carrying passengers pass by, leaving a harsh noise in the roar; wild tour guides are everywhere like weeds, waving small notes full of hotel information.

"I've only seen this scene at the station." Lin Qingyang waved his hands quickly, rejecting the overly enthusiastic black guy, turned his head and complained to Louis, "the station is not too small, it's full of solicitors, the place to stay None, just a mass of heads."

Louis smiled helplessly: "That's it, it may be a tacit understanding in the industry-for example, the Maple Leaf Avenue is full of tourists."

"In fact I couldn't even understand what they were saying."

Lin Qingyang said casually, and continued to look at the wish list in Louis' hands.

Some wishes are very cheap, and can even be called cheap. For example, the bag of white bread that Louis bought in a 24-hour convenience store, or a cup of iced coffee that does not exceed 30 yuan in a street cafe, are all readily available. thing.

And the further one looks down, the higher the price of realizing one's wish. Lin Qingyang has already seen something like a manor in an unknown remote corner that needs to be renovated, or a yacht of a model that is out of print in a certain year.

This is no longer the level that ordinary wealthy people can do!

Lin Qingyang thought she had a little understanding of the situation in Louis's family, so she wasn't surprised to see the more expensive wishes. She took a few deep breaths, ignored the ticked words at the end of the wish list, and directly Pull to the bottom.

He was stunned, and lost his voice: "...Your family has a throne to inherit?!!"

At the bottom of the wish list, there are no words, but it is very simple. A small crown is drawn with stick figures, and it is placed squarely at the bottom.

If everything written above is true... Could it be that his so-called home refers to the royal family? !

Lin Qingyang felt dizzy for a while, and couldn't think of anything more.

Seeing that his legs were weakening suddenly, Louis kindly reached out to help him, and put his hand on his shoulder. Lin Qingyang was stunned for a while before he recovered, so he heard his tone softly, and left with his fingers on the collar: "You There's hair on the collar."

Lin Qingyang didn't pay attention to this: "So your family really has a throne to inherit?!"

Louis breathed a sigh of relief with a smile, with a slight nasal sound in his speech: "Well...not at all," he made a small gesture, and explained before Lin Qingyang couldn't wait, "It's just a metaphor."

Some customers in the street cafe stood up and left side by side with their companions. The waiter who delivered drinks took out his untidy bow tie, tied it again, and hurried to the next table again.Louis took the lead, leading Lin Qingyang between the glass tables and walking forward.

"There is no throne," he said. The young man is tall and has long legs. Even with two fluffy pompoms on his body, there is no way to lose a bit of his unique temperament. "There is only one missing little prince."

"He was very young when he left us, maybe only three years old... or four years old, so tall," Louis compared his height, and suddenly there was a little warmth in his eyebrows and eyes, "I don't remember clearly, what happened more than ten years ago , even I can only remember a little bit."