Jiang Yang sat in the co-pilot and asked a profound question, "Is it the driver's exclusive right to touch their legs while sitting in a luxury car? If the co-pilot touches his legs on the driver's seat, it may easily cause an accident. What if?"
Shivering, I pressed the accelerator to the bottom——"
The traffic light is green.
Li Qingning touched Jiang Yang's leg, "That's right."
Jiang Yang:……
What he was actually thinking about was Li Qingning's long legs in jeans, which were particularly attractive, especially when driving. Just for safety reasons, he was still in the deliberation stage, and he didn't expect to be teased first.
They drove past the Forest Park just now. Li Qingning asked Jiang Yang: "You haven't been a volunteer for a while, why?"
"Hi."
Jiang Yang put his head against the car window and looked outside, "Lao Zhuang is recovering from his injuries."
Lao Zhuang hadn’t been there for a while, so the tour leader asked about it, and Lao Zhuang said he had sprained his foot accidentally while walking.
but--
Li Qingning's words reminded Jiang Yang that he would go with the team leader to visit Laozhuang tomorrow.
The car turned onto another road.
The elevated subway passes above the highway, and the subway happens to pass by.
Jiang Yang couldn't help but remember the past.
When he went to college, the three poor schools were in the suburbs and they had to take the subway.
He stood on the subway more than once, looking at the world below, imagining the distance, always curious about what kind of stories there were in the distance, the cars passing by, the people passing by, what kind of distance they would go to, and what kind of happiness they would meet.
.
later--
Jiang Yang felt doubly lonely when he thought about the people here and the faraway place where they were going. There would be no one he was familiar with.
Some people yearn for distant places because there is a place called hometown.
Of course, that was before.
That’s no longer the case—
Sitting in the car, Jiang Yang felt as the subway passed by under the sun that the road ahead was slow and far away, and life was really good.
"I was young when I set out...On a slow boat to China, I will be, I will be
)..."
Li Qingning turned to look at Jiang Yang and continued to concentrate on driving.
later--
She hummed softly.
Jiang Yang listened quietly, and suddenly thought, if there is a mobile phone, even for a few seconds, they can contact their parents in another world, or they can use their own eyes and ears to let them listen to their wives.
Ge'er, that would be great.
That way they will feel relieved.
pity--
pity.
Jiang Yang picked up the phone and dialed a number.
A very ordinary northern rural area.
All the young people in the village have gone to work, and there are only some old people and children.
A few old people were sitting in front of the door, raising their pecan-like faces, chatting away.
At this time.
An aunt who answered the phone put the phone out and turned it on, "Now I'm old I am weathered, My beard is long and white, Even every beard tells its own story, I
have seen many crawling winters, on this sleepy ark..."
Everyone calm down.
They don't understand.
The voice sounds familiar, but I don't know who sang it.
The song is very gentle.
After listening to it, I felt soothed. I basked in the sunshine of the autumn afternoon and quietly enjoyed the tranquility.
Just a short paragraph.
The call was quickly hung up.
The aunt and the neighbors were chatting again, and the old intelligence network was slowly starting up, like an old ox cart that had been doing farm work for a lifetime, pulling the old shabby cart and squeaking around.
suddenly.
The neighbor's aunt said: "The song is so beautiful."
"yes."
Auntie agreed.
He is doing well now.
That's good.
The car turned into the community.
Jiang Yang and Uncle Wang played in the Internet cafe for a while in the morning. When they went to Longfu for lunch, they saw Sister Ying saying in the group that she had taken leave today to raise her baby at home, so she came over to take a look.
There is no underground parking lot in this community, and cars enter the community directly.
Before the car stopped, Jiang Yang saw Hou Bing sitting on a chair in the community, holding a book and reading.
Read it to Putao.
Hou Bing also saw them from a distance and took action.
Jiang Yang got out of the car and waited for Li Qingning. After Li Qingning locked the car, they walked over hand in hand.
Jiang Yang asked Hou Bing: "What book are you studying?"
Hou Bingliang published the cover of the book, "The Little Prince".
Jiang Yang: "The author of this book is so handsome!"
Li Qingning nodded and asked Hou Bing where Sister Ying was. After learning that Sister Ying was watching TV alone in the room, she asked Jiang Yang to chat with Hou Bing while she went to see Sister Ying.
After Li Qingning entered, Jiang Yang chatted with Hou Bing for a few words.
Suddenly, Grape took a sniff and said, "It smells really good. Is this the smell of rose water?"
"ah."
Jiang Yang smelled the scent on his body and said, "Maybe it came from my wife."
As for whether it smells like rose, Jiang Yang doesn't know. Anyway, it's quite light and smells pretty good.
There are many perfumes at home, as well as antique perfumes. Li Qingning also endorsed a luxury brand's perfume some time ago. The brand sent several classic perfumes, but I don't know which one they were.
"It smells gentle and atmospheric."
Grape sniffed again, "It's quite soothing."
Jiang Yang scratched his head.
Can you smell this?
"Your nose is really sharp." Jiang Yang said.
Tao Tao thinks it's okay, maybe because she can't see, so she will listen to the rain and smell the fragrance, touch the sun, feel the wind, and use all the senses other than the eyes to touch the small world around her, and she will gain a little more every time
She will be particularly happy when she sees something, and then keep it firmly in her heart, so "she will be especially precious and sensitive to things that normal people take for granted."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Jiang Yang nodded.
Putao smiled and said, "It's a pity that I can't go far away."
The world she touches is still too small, and there are too many things she cannot see in this life, even with the help of television.
Hou Bing reassured her, "I will take you with me from now on, and I will be your eyes. Let's listen to the sea, climb mountains, go to the grassland to enjoy the wind, and play with the sand in the desert."
Grape: "Okay."
Jiang Yang smiled.
He probably understands the expectations of Putao.
He also had this thought in the car when he came here, hoping to have a pair of eyes that could let his parents see Sister Ning, let them know that his son was living a good life, and let them know that his son had adapted to this place and no longer felt
Alone.
pity--
"Um?"
Jiang Yang suddenly remembered a science fiction story. In this science fiction story, there was a kind of eyes. Although it could not realize Jiang Yang's desire to travel through time and space, it could fulfill Hou Bing's desire to be like grapes and take her to see all the mountains and rivers.
"Bring Her Eyes"!
"You guys play!"
Jiang Yang's memory of this article flashed through his mind.
He ran into the unit building and knocked on the door.
Li Qingning opened it and was talking to Sister Ying when he saw Jiang Yang panicking: "What's wrong?"
"I thought of something good!"
Jiang Yang hugged Li Qingning, and after entering the door, he looked for something to write on.
Sister Ying only has a worn-out laptop here for watching dramas, and the laptop she uses for work is at the company.
and--
Jiang Yang also doesn't like using other people's notebooks, because he is used to using his own notebook, and suddenly using someone else's notebook always feels uncomfortable and he can't concentrate on recalling and copying; also, he is not used to the key positions and is prone to typos.
.
so--
Sister Ying took out a pen from under the coffee table.
As for paper——
Now that everyone uses computers, it’s really hard to find this paper.
Sister Ying looked around, grabbed a few pieces of paper with blank backs from the sofa, "Let's write."
Jiang Yang's current memory is like a flood of accumulated water. Under the surging passion, he can't wait to pour out, so after taking it, he lay down on the coffee table and started writing.