In the fifth summer, I came out of the dilapidated Brunschweig winery and saw that the literary car was still there.

Without making any stop, he walked straight over.

"Didn't leave?" Di Wuxia asked after seeing the Wenxue sitting in the car.

Her tone was faint, and she couldn't tell anything about her expression.

The wind on Islei Island is still blowing, and the peat is still burning, as if nothing has changed.

"That, I..." Literature's mind was blank when we saw the fifth summer.

who I am?

What am I doing?

Why am I here?

Literature cannot answer himself even such a simple three questions, let alone why the Wuxia asked him, such a difficult question.

"Let's go."

When Wu Xia speaks Chinese, he never has a tone.

Let's go, it seems to be the second word formula, but it is a bit different from usual.

Of course, I don’t know what kind of literature the fifth summer is, and I can’t find the problem of tone.

"Okay, I'll leave right away." Wen Xue accepted the second "exit order" of the fifth summer day a little bit buzzedly, and almost forgot how to start the car.

This is not a national gentleman.

Wu Xia walked around the front of the car, walked to the co-pilot of Babos, opened the door of the big g, and sat up in the familiar way.

Wenxue was a little overwhelmed when he saw the fifth summer sitting in the co-pilot.

Fortunately, I forgot how to start it just now, otherwise I might have dragged the fifth summer away.

He spyed on the things that the fifth summer did not want to be spyed, and when the fifth summer issued the first order to expel guests, he sat outside for several hours without any scruples.

Now that the story is revealed, I don’t know how to explain it, Wu Xia got into his car.

"Don't leave?" Wu Xia fastened her seat belt and looked at literature that had no intention of starting a car at all.

"Let's go, what should I do with your car?" Literature, who finally reacted, pointed to the Snake King pickup in the fifth summer.

"Let it go."

"Okay. Then we are going back to Yiyi, right?" The literary point that finally returned to the normal state of the history of driving in-car navigation.

“我指路.”第五夏继续言简意赅.

Literature cooperates to terminate the use of navigation.

Literature is not a fool. If you have traveled twice, you will have a rough impression of the way to the castle from literature and art.

It's just keeping it in a strange city, using navigation habits.

In the fifth summer, music started playing well.

It is played with light music with the sound of nature that is very unsuitable for the fifth summer style.

Birds, running water, piano.

Distant and soothing.

The originally awkward atmosphere in the car began to become harmonious.

In the fifth summer, I didn’t sleep or talk. I just said the special directional words such as “to the left” or “to the right” at important intersections.

The car windows block the sound of the wind outside but cannot block the roar of the engine.

The sudden rainy weather attracted the attention of the fifth summer.

Wu Xia opened the car window, followed the raindrops with your hands, and then took the hand back to the car to observe, just like rainwater is like a large piece of snowflakes. As long as you look at it in time, it will have edges and corners.

Not long after, the fifth summer began to be dissatisfied with the edges of the rain. She stretched her head half out the window and welcomed the baptism of the wind and rain with her hands.

Literature slowed down its speed: "You should be safe."

With the wind and rain that were no longer sharp, the interest in "experienced storms" in the fifth summer was instantly dispelled.

Close the windows as if she had never opened them.

The feeling of loss that came from nowhere suddenly fell into the heart of literature.

This feeling follows literature all the way until I return to the vacation home on Islei Island.

Inside the holiday house, a messy kitchen battle is taking place.

The cultural ambassador, who claimed to be taking care of Master Lou Shang himself, broke several plates in succession.

Pang Ge Tun asked with great disgust: "What exactly is there that you can do well?"

"Are you going to prepare lunch?" Wen Xue expressed her doubts with a gentlemanly smile.

"Lunch? I haven't even eaten breakfast yet. What's the lunch?" Shuai Ge's tone was a little unkind.

If a hungry 34 has a bad temper, that would be a strange thing.

Literature and art occupy the kitchen, constantly making and breaking.

Shuai Ge has experienced several times, from a cycle of no temper to a temper, and then a temperless cycle.

文艺的倔脾气要是上来,八头牛也拉不回来.

But the fifth summer is enough.

Wu Xia walked to the kitchen, crossed the "ceramic fragments" on the ground, and stripped the chopsticks and pots in Wenyi's hands from her hands.

As light as a feather, she picked up Wenyi and carried her to the sofa in the living room.

"Sit down."

"Yiyi should not sit well. Yiyi should sit well, who will cook?" Wenyi's tone, with a little anger in her anger. She held Di Wuxia's neck and was never willing to let go.

"I'll do it."

"Yiyi should not eat alone." No matter how Wenyi stayed yesterday, the fifth summer was unwilling to stay for Master Lou Shang, the cultural ambassador.

This made Yi Yi, who was spoiled by Xia Xia, had a little temper.

"I'll do it."

Wenyi originally thought that he had to sprinkle several tons of beauties before he could change his original intention.

If she had known that a few plates would be so effective, she would have fallen a dozen yesterday.

"Really hey? If Xia Xia cheated Yiyi, Yiyi would walk back barefoot and shout." Wen·Three-year-old child·Yi's thinking pattern is quite different from that of adults.

"No lie."

After Wen Yi settled down, Wu Xia took back a slipper top that had dropped off halfway and put on her, and returned to the devastated kitchen.

The national gentleman is possessed to "clean up the mess", and it is not the first time that he helped Literature and Art deal with such a thing.

Wu Xia wore gloves, took a broom, and gently helped Wen Xue up from the position of squatting while picking up fragments.

Wu Xia signaled literature, and you can leave it to her for cleaning up the fragments.

"Xia Xia also goes to the sofa and waits for a while, so there is no reason to let girls clean up the fragments." National gentlemen are not used to the "boyfriendship" from girls.

When Wu Xia saw that Wen Xue was unwilling to leave, she did not dissuade her, but joined the ranks of sanitation.

Literature has just been picked up one piece by one for almost a minute before picking up a few pieces.

After the fifth summer joined, all the fragments were cleaned up in just twenty seconds.

On the ability to clean the kitchen.

Literature and the fifth summer are obviously not on the same level.

Literature cleans up the pieces of the dishes, as if it was cleaning up the works of art.

When I cleaned up the pieces in the fifth summer, I just cleaned up a few broken plates very simply.

Literature looked at the ground that had fallen in front of his hand, and felt a sense of helping him a lot, and it arose.

Wu Xia's personality and actions are neat and not like a girl.

It is not like a species on the same planet as the literature and art that needs his protection since childhood.

With the fifth summer kitchen, I quickly got back on track.

In the fifth summer, I made a bowl of lotus root, lily, ribs, millet porridge on the dining plate, and brought it to the sofa where Wenyi was lying on the TV. I asked: "Which room?"

"Which room on the left side is facing east?" Wenyi quickly reported the specific location of Lou Shang.

The fifth summer left without stopping, and the literary and artistic words were open, and it was too late to say anything.

"Come on." The voice of Wu Xia came from the aisle.

"Go immediately! Yiyi is very fast."

Wenyi jumped up from the sofa happily.
To be continued...