Damn it, he has been a "mute" for so many years, and he has seen through many people's hearts. He has never really cared about people's reactions. Even if it is his relatives, he doesn't care about their pity or even their impatience.
.But, at this moment, I didn't mind. Her "dislike" made Shenyan feel a little uncomfortable.
Fei Yan has followed him since he was a child and knows him best, so he thought he would not care about this at all. He continued to say gently, "Fifth Master really wants to talk to you frankly..."
Unexpectedly, Shen Yan raised his hand and blocked his words.
Xiaoxiao took out her mobile phone, typed out a few words with her thumb and showed it to her. It read, "You know how to ride a motorcycle, so take me for a ride."
Li Heng was so mean and said directly, "I don't want to."
The discomfort in Xiao Xiao's heart increased even more, and then he typed a few more words with his thumb, "Let's talk to you about Third Brother."
Li Heng wanted to continue "not talking", but paused - to be honest, he would tell whether it was true or false, good or bad. Li Heng really wanted to hear it, as long as it was about Xiu'er.
Li Heng then remained silent and looked out the car window.
Shen Yan glanced at Fei Yan, who nodded. The car started to move, and no one said a word along the way.
When we stopped at the roadside, there was already a person waiting outside the car with a motorcycle. It was not big and very ordinary, so it was suitable for her to ride.
When Liheng got out of the car, he recognized Moshan. It seemed like the road was familiar.
Shen Yan handed her the helmet, and Li Heng sneered, "I don't ride very fast. I don't need this when I'm going for a ride." She got on the motorcycle, and Xiao Xiao didn't wear a helmet either. She straddled the back seat, holding on to the seat board with her hands.
She didn't get hurt at all.
The car ran out, and Shenyan put both hands in his outer pockets, so that he could sit firmly astride it.
She was indeed not riding very fast. The mountain road was accompanied by the stars and moonlight, which was very pleasant.
"You are mute. It's a good time to chat now, but it's a pity." came her voice.
Shenyan is "unable" to respond.
Li Heng would sometimes turn his head and look at the thousands of lights at the foot of the mountain.
Although this mountain is broken, the scenery is good, especially on such a quiet night. Qingshi is buried here, at least he can return to the world of fireworks and no longer have to work hard, so it is good to be left behind.
When he was busy in the past, he worked eighty hours a week, rarely slept before two o'clock in the evening, and almost never spent a full weekend. The heavy mental work occasionally caused the brain to feel sore after heavy physical work in the muscles.
In the small time when he did not need to work, he would also code in front of the computer and write down the random thoughts in his mind. He once wrote: Entangled in desire, regarding this world, I imagined that one day, "Wen Nengzhi"
"Name", tens of thousands of hands are waved in front of me. If I go out on the street without wearing sunglasses, someone will ask, "Who are you?" As for the afterlife, I imagine a spring five hundred years later, when the sky is full of poplar flowers and the cuckoo cries "
"Cuckoo, cuckoo, it's so hard to be single, it's so hard to be single." There was a boy with similar facial features to me, who encountered the same problems as me when I was a boy. He opened my book, read it line by line, and sighed.
Separation…
Qingshi's heart is undoubtedly very rich. He does not show it to others easily and only enjoys it with Li Heng. He used to not care about ruining his body. In addition to such heavy work, he allowed the cervical vertebrae, thoracic vertebrae, lumbar vertebrae, sacral vertebrae, and coccygeal vertebrae to grow.
Tiny growths and nodules, still in the tiny time when I want to put down my work for a short time, write piecemeal and unscrupulous words; inside, he talks about the Chinese writing heroes of his boyhood, Sima Qian, Li Bai, Du Mu, Lan Lingxiao
Xiaosheng, Li Yu, Zhang Dai, Zhou Zuoren, Zhou Shuren, Shen Congwen, he said that he tried to look at it objectively and saw that he fought bloody battles with the ancients and fought his way out of the siege. The half-meter-high weed on the top of Kunlun Mountain grew up, waiting in the distance.
Five hundred years later, someone with a pure heart will empathize with him and have synesthesia...
Perhaps this was the place where he was buried, and Li Heng missed him so much that he couldn't help but think too much, deeply, and shed tears...
Suddenly, his back was poked. Li Heng came to his senses, pressed the brake, and stopped. He stood on his feet first, rubbed his eyes violently with the backs of his hands, and crushed the longing in his eyes. Then he turned back coldly, "What are you doing?"