Brother Bing seemed to know what the girl was thinking. When he took the glasses, he took advantage of the rural woman not paying attention. He gently squeezed the girl's slender and tender hands, and at the same time outlined a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The girl was held by the other party, but she didn't feel the heart-pounding electric shock. Instead, she felt that the other party's hand was so cold that she trembled all over. When she raised her head hesitantly and made eye contact, the other party's bewitching smile once again gave her

He gave her endless encouragement and reverie.

The girl temporarily forgot about the coldness of that moment and continued to dream of beautiful dreams. She handed the money that Brother Bing paid to her sister-in-law, took her change and handed it to Brother Bing, and then pretended to go to the bathroom.

He walked out of the supply and marketing store first.

The girl was waiting for Brother Bing at another corner.

Brother Bing didn't know why. The two of them had already reached a tacit understanding when they looked at each other just now.

The girl was satisfied with the feeling of walking side by side with Brother Bing on the road. In her imagination, even the trees on both sides of the road, which were usually inconspicuous, turned into two teams of fully armed guards, saluting the two of them respectfully.

Brother Bing held the girl's waist ambiguously with his hands, and a cold chill penetrated her body and mind from her waist. The girl trembled slightly, listening to his favorite words: "You are so beautiful."

The girl smiled coyly and said, "Brother Bing is so handsome." She felt that Brother Bing's body was so cold, just like his hands were as cold as ice. But she was embarrassed to ask.

"What's your name?" Although Brother Bing had a naughty look, he had no intention of offending her. The posture of holding her in his arms remained unchanged, still elegant and gentlemanly.

"Erya, geez!" Erya felt that her name was really rustic. Her parents were uneducated, so it was a tacky name to choose.

"Erya is very good! Why are you laughing?" Brother Bing not only did not laugh at her name, but even complimented her at an inappropriate time.

"Uh, Brother Bing, can you tell me your name?" Erya looked at him expectantly and asked.

"Okay, my name is Zhang Aliang." Brother Bing smiled so well, as if he could read Erya's thoughts. Erya's face turned red from embarrassment.

"Yes, I remember. Brother Aliang, what year are you in?" Erya felt her face burning hot, but she still couldn't help but ask.

"Me? If you count, I'm almost forty!" Brother Bing said with a half-smile.

Looking at the other party's slightly pale but very handsome face, there's no way he could be a forty-year-old bad old man! "Gruck--cluck!" Erya was so amused by the other person's humor that she laughed so hard that she even burst into tears.

Already.

Brother Bing didn't smile. He supported Erya and said, "Let's find a quiet place to have a good chat."

Erya tried hard to control her laughter, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and looked around. Finally, she said, "How about we go to the riverside park?"

"Very good—very good."

Just like that, Erya and this soldier named A Liang walked to the riverside park together.

The riverside park is very quiet, not many people have free time to visit at this moment.

The two of them found a secluded spot and sat down on a bench.

Because there was no one to disturb them, the distance between Erya and Brother Bing was naturally closer, and the two of them were almost sitting next to each other.

Erya said: "She graduated from high school. The person in the supply and marketing store was a relative, and it was this relative's husband who gave her the opportunity to work here."

Brother Bing was like a loyal listener, listening attentively to Erya's story, as if there was nothing special about him to tell the story to him.

Erya said: "When I was in junior high school, I particularly liked the works of Shakespeare, a well-known foreign writer. Especially the revenge prince in Hamlet, the story of how a person takes revenge after learning the true cause of his father's death."

Brother Bing nodded and finally said: "Writers actually use paper and words to convey the spirit of their imagination to people. The size and strength of this spirit show the skill of each writer."

"That's right!" Erya's eyes were full of admiration, and she asked stupidly: "Can spiritual power really be transferred? For example, spiritual power can be transformed into material power like special powers, etc."

"Haha! Young people across the century are always interested in these illusory objects." Brother Bing said with a sneer. Then he showed his white teeth and said: "If you are sincere and spiritual, this supernatural scene should be okay!"

"Then he continued: "Human thinking is actually a complex mental signal, like invisible electrical energy, but it contains huge energy."

Erya blinked her eyes after hearing some strange remarks, seeming to understand but not realizing how serious they were.

Brother Bing looked at the quiet environment in front of him and said to Erya: "Compare our current environment to a peaceful landscape painting. You can set the scenery in the painting yourself. When you truly understand the meaning of tranquility,

It will automatically get rid of the noisy reality around you.”

"Yeah." Erya nodded with admiration.

"So the spiritual power you just mentioned can be passed on." Brother Bing paused, glanced at Erya and continued: "For example, feelings..."

Erya's heart tightened inexplicably, and then started beating wildly. She felt that the beating sound in her heart was beyond her control.

Brother Bing continued to show off his erudition and said: "If someone likes you, how do you feel it? This requires spiritual transmission, and the spiritual transmission between each other reaches a tacit understanding. Then mutual understanding and admiration arise, and then

It’s about entering the emotional stage.”

Erya listened to the philosophical words of the handsome soldier brother in front of her, but secretly guessed in her heart: Does he like her? How could he talk about feelings? If he really likes her, it would be just right for me, but...

It’s not that Erya doesn’t have feelings for her, but she is dissatisfied. She doesn’t like her parents’ matchmaking words and their parents’ arrangements.

The two of them chatted for too long, and when Erya reacted, the surroundings were completely dark.

Brother Bing said grandly that he would send her home.

The old man who was guarding the park by the river couldn't help but shake his head when he saw Erya and the soldier brother returning home late. The young people nowadays are really shameless. They imitate the romance of Western countries and don't know their own mother.

Why should the old man be so anxious?

Vanilla has been waiting hard in the shop for Wen Gen to come back, because only when he comes back can she leave. She closed the shop door and lay down on the table to doze off.

Wen Gen came home and saw Vanilla lying on the table and already asleep.

"Vanilla, get up." Wengen gently shook the other party's shoulder blades and shouted.

In the dream, Vanilla retreated step by step, and standing in front of her was the terrifying resentful ghost.

"Uh-uh" Vanilla yelled instinctively after being shaken awake by Wen Gen, looking at him in shock.

Wen Gen was startled by Vanilla's nervous behavior and said, "What's wrong?" At the same time, he caught a glimpse of the semi-rubber shoes placed on the table, his heart trembled slightly, and he immediately knew that Vanilla bought them for him.
Chapter completed!