After a long time, Su Hang finally stopped speaking. This catharsis also vented all the grievances and depressions that had been held in his heart for an unknown period of time. When he stood up again, Su Hang calmed down and looked much more relaxed. He faced
Song Yang smiled, took him back to the 'living room', and laid him down on the sofa that looked extremely comfortable but was actually hard: "Drink? What to drink? Coffee, black tea..."
The drinks are the same as the furniture and electrical appliances. They are all made by Yan State. The color looks similar, but the taste is only slightly similar. It is blended with various spices. Song Yang frowned after tasting it. Of course Suhang knew
The taste of these seashells is not very good: "I originally hoped to treat you to hot chocolate, real chocolate, but unfortunately, I couldn't find it on this trip to sea, so it was a waste of time."
As she spoke, she frowned, looking annoyed.
Song Yang was stunned for a moment, then looked at Su Hang: "I know you went to sea...are you looking for chocolate?"
Su Hang nodded matter-of-factly: "Of course, why not go to sea? I'll be sunburned to death!"
Looking carefully, Su Hang's complexion was indeed tanned. Seeing that Song Yang was paying attention to his complexion, Su Hang quickly moved back and sat in the shadow of the candlelight, preventing him from seeing too clearly.
At the same time, he defended himself: "It was all blown and dried at sea. It used to be much fairer."
Song Yang laughed: "It's very good now."
Su Hang curled his lips and asked Song Yang softly: "You said... is there Africa in this world?" Without Africa, there would be no chocolate. The girl's dream of sailing is to find a cocoa forest?
Song Yang shook his head: "I don't know, I don't care what's on the other side of the sea."
Su Hang was silent for a moment, then became happy again in a blink of an eye. He leaned back from the shadows and stared at Song Yang with his bright eyes: "Tell me, you...how many people are there in our organization?"
As he asked, the smile on his pretty face bloomed, full of longing and expectation.
Song Yang was confused by her question: "What organization?"
Su Hang laughed, as if he thought he was pretending: "Travel organization! Are there many of you looking for others? You just came to see me...otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that you would come to my house..." Su Hang
The more Hang talked, the more excited she became. She almost jumped up and went to find the 'organization' with Song Yang. However, after seeing the other party's expression, her eyes gradually dimmed and her voice gradually became lower.
"It's such a coincidence." Song Yang let out a long breath: "I didn't expect to enter an amusement park before I came here."
"You're the only one?" Su Hang brushed away his sadness and cheered up: "It's God's blessing. It's better to have one than none at all."
Speaking of this, Su Hang remembered something again and suddenly changed the subject: "So...you really came to kill me?"
Song Yang didn't hide anything and nodded. Unexpectedly, Su Hang burst into laughter, just like the excitement when they first met. I wonder if it was because they met the same kind of people at first, which made Su Hang's emotions fluctuate violently. Anyway, Song Yang was
He was confused by her madness: "I'm going to kill you, why are you still so happy?"
Su Hanghun didn't care, just smiled and replied: "There are too few things that make me happy here. Suddenly a killer comes to my door, which is interesting. Also, believe it or not, I am the least afraid of death in the world.
people!"
After finishing speaking, she paused slightly and continued: "You said...if I die again, can I go back?"
Unlike him, Su Hang has never integrated into this world. She stubbornly tries to restore the world in her mind, and everything in this life is unimportant to her, except for things related to her previous life, such as chocolate, etc.
Nothing interests her at all.
The deep attachment to the last memory made her never happy in this life.
When she was five years old, she jumped into the Dahong Lake on the outskirts of Beijing, either to commit suicide or to see if she could swim across this vast lake; when she was nine years old, she rode a fierce horse and had a pair of small hands.
He grabbed the horse's ears tightly and allowed him to lead him crazy; when he was thirteen, he drugged his second sister who was getting married, secretly got into the sedan chair to satisfy the bride's addiction, and when he was worshiping heaven and earth, he suddenly took off his hijab and shocked everyone.
...In Suhang's heart, her past life is her real life, and this life is just a strange dream.
Since it is a dream, why not let it go wild.
As long as it can bring a little happiness and excitement to herself, she will do it, regardless of life or death, and regardless of the consequences.
Death has its weight, but whether it is a feather or a mountain, it will always have some weight. But Suhang can die without doing anything... Can he go back after he dies? It is a question that cannot have an answer. Without an answer, just
There is some hope.
Others' hope lies in living, but Suhang's wish lies in death.
Song Yang was speechless in response to her question.
However, Su Hang was not discouraged and sat closer: "I've thought about it. It's probably impossible to crash to death. If you want to go back, you have to grasp it carefully. This... there is a chance." As he said,
She put on a discussion posture and counted Song Yang with her fingers: "The last time I was twenty-two years old, the plane had an accident in the sky on the Mid-Autumn Festival. If I want to go back again, I have to do it all over again.
, when I am twenty-two years old in the Mid-Autumn Festival in this life. As for the plane, this will be more troublesome. I am still thinking of a way... In short, this matter is a 'secret', and it must be done exactly. How did I get here last time, I have to do it this time.
How to go back."
She said it so seriously that Song Yang laughed angrily: "Have you ever been to school?"
Su Hang's eyes widened: "I graduated from a serious university... I just graduated and I haven't received my first month's salary yet. It's only three days away!" As she said that, she seemed to find it funny herself, and giggled, and then
Bringing the topic back: "Then are you still going to kill me now?"
Song Yang shook his head and smiled, telling the truth: "If I don't kill him, I can't bear to do it."
Su Hang was neither excited nor disappointed: "Actually, I don't care. I have already said that this is a 'divine secret'. If God wants me to die, I will be happy for it. Only if God doesn't let me die, I will have to wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival the year after next."
After saying that, he didn't allow Song Yang to persuade him, and continued to ask: "Why did you kill me? Did someone else hire you? How much did it cost?"
He cared about his own worth far more than who the 'chief messenger' was. Song Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head. He was a demon star, and the Miss Su in front of him was not a demon...
Song Yang didn't say much about this, and Su Hang actually didn't ask any further questions. He stood up and said with a smile: "Get up quickly. I'll take you to see something." After saying that, he took Song Yang out of the small building. This time he went there.
It was the back garden of the villa. There was no playground in front of me, and there was a huge empty space in front of me. There was just a large amount of weird stuff on the ground, which looked a bit like a carpet at first glance.
Su Hang only smiled and said nothing, and did not explain anything. He let Song Yang go up and take a look.
The ground was covered with cowhide. Each cowhide was finely sewn and connected into a whole. Song Yang was a little confused at first, but gradually, thinking about what Su Hang had just said, a look of surprise appeared on his face:
"Are you...a balloon? A hot air balloon?"
The leather was divided into two layers, spread flat on the ground, in the shape of a huge teardrop... It was clearly a 'hot air balloon' without a hanging basket and without inflating.
Su Hang was full of joy and said with a smile: "Sure enough, no one in the whole Jingcheng can recognize it."
Song Yang shook his head: "It's just nonsense!"
"I didn't think it was that difficult at first, but later I realized there was no chance... I regretted it so much. I should have studied physics in college!" The cowhide was covered in dust and had aged and damaged in some places. It had obviously been left here for a long time. Needless to say, Suzhou and Hangzhou's
The hot air balloon flight plan must have been ruined.
"It's useless to think about anything," Song Yang laughed at first, but then lowered his tone: "Actually... why do you always think about going back."
It is not difficult to understand that the plane crash in the previous life is absolutely impossible to happen again in this life, so Suzhou and Hangzhou want to make a hot air balloon to the sky. It is indeed nonsense, but the thought...
Su Hang shook his head indifferently. Instead of responding to Song Yang's words, he took his hand. The two returned to the small building again. They asked Song Yang to sit down first. She ran to the kitchen and came back with her left hand in her arms.
Holding a small wooden wine barrel and two jade cups in his right hand, he asked happily: "Would you like to drink it? This is good wine from the Uighurs!"
Song Yang nodded happily: "Very good."
Suhang jumped back to the sofa with great joy, opened the cork and poured wine: "How old are you? When did you die?"
"I am eighteen this year. I died in 10 years." Song Yang answered truthfully, but he felt uncomfortable with what he said. But Su Hang exclaimed: "How could it be? I died in 11 years, but I came two years earlier than you.
How was this account calculated... What did you do in your last life?"
After asking, without waiting for Song Yang to answer, she took a big sip of wine. The bright red color rushed straight into her cheeks. She blinked and became more beautiful. She continued to smile: "No matter what you did before, you are definitely better than me. I'm here."
I was completely stunned after that.”
Song Yang wondered: "Didn't he graduate from college? There is always something useful."
"I learned Business English!" First he gritted his teeth, and then burst into laughter. Su Hang stretched out his legs and threw off his shoes: "At first, I looked down on people who studied Chinese first, and looked down on people who studied history second. As a result, I got retribution."
Song Yang laughed as well: "This major... Even if you call all your classmates here, you can't even try to make a hot air balloon."
Su Hang returned to his old talk: "Tell me, what do you do? It's best to be a software developer, haha!"
Song Yang drank: "Have you seen Infernal Affairs?"
Su Hang suddenly became excited and squatted next to Song Yang: "Andy Lau or Tony Leung?"
"Tony Leung." The career experience in his previous life gave Song Yang a lot of capital. Otherwise, why would he have a high talent for acting, how could he calmly sort out the clues of the murder, how could he recognize opium at a glance, and how could he explore the clues?
In order to restore the laughing master, how can we integrate resources in various environments...
"First I worked as a criminal police officer for three years, and then I became Tony Leung...but I was always not good at it," Song Yang shook his head and sighed with a smile: "The superiors pressure me with discipline every day, but I don't care. Desperados don't teach me discipline.
"
"You always step on the line?" Su Hang's words were accurate, which made Song Yang a little surprised: "Okay, you still know how to step on the line?"
Su Hang waved his hands grandly: "Brother laughing..." After saying that, she reacted again and smiled: "You died a year early in the 2011 TV series because you haven't seen it."
Unprecedented ease, things that belong to the previous world, whether they are funny or not, are enough to make the two of them laugh non-stop. And Suhang left Song Yang a year later, she has more information, and Japan is like never before
The tsunami, the coaching change of the Chinese football team, the war in Libya, the renovation of aircraft carriers... even the news that had little to do with small individuals like them in the previous life, in this life, Suzhou and Hangzhou have all the treasures, and Song Yang listened to it greedily.
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There are also those girls' thoughts mixed in the narrative, which cannot be said to be recognized, but they do not hinder understanding at all.
Su Hang smiled and cried, using Song Yang as a cushion to lean on; Song Yang did not cry, although his nose was sore a few times, but after one sip of wine, many things became indifferent. Maybe they were not important in the first place, but
It's just emotions...
Joking and drinking, time became the most useless thing, until there was a "ding" sound, the wine glass in Su Hang's hand fell to the ground, his head was placed on Song Yang's shoulder, and he said no more, a bucket half a foot high
Not a drop of wine was left. Song Yang's head felt heavy, and he felt extremely strange in his heart, a bit like waking up suddenly from a sweet dream and wishing he could go back to sleep as soon as possible.
The night was still dark. Song Yang calmed down and reached out to push Su Hang: "I'm leaving." Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved or made a sound, a pair of soft arms hugged him, not only the arms, but also the same
The soft body, the faint aroma and the unique taste of wine were mixed together, and the hot lips came up. The moment she found what she wanted, tears fell down from her cheeks like broken beads again, and stuck to Song Yang's face.
Up, warm and soft.
A sleepy voice passed from one lip to another: Don't go.
After a gentle kiss, Su Hang opened his eyes, looking at Song Yang with eyes full of fear and praying.
After Song Yang nodded, the next kiss suddenly became wild. Su Hang was fierce, as if retaining this man was her way of regaining her former world.
Perhaps that is indeed the case.
At dawn, the morning bell in the villa is distant, the night fades and the confusion disappears. Song Yang wakes up. Suhang is sleeping soundly next to him, breathing slowly. Through the gap between the long and messy hair, you can see the faint smile on his face... still
There are tears.
Su Hang turned over and held Song Yang's arms in his arms. He curled up with his warm body and clamped his hands with her legs. But as if that wasn't enough, she muttered something in a low voice that no one could understand.
She was talking in her sleep, her head resting on his shoulder.
There are always some places that should not be touched. She is too sensitive. Suhang woke up all of a sudden, but Keren was still confused and her eyes were blank. She looked at Song Yang...it seemed that she was not familiar with her.
Confusion turned into shock in an instant. Fortunately, with the rapid development of her mind, all the scenes from last night reappeared in her mind. From this, her eyes were surprised again. She sat up suddenly and wanted to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, her smile lines couldn't stop her.
The inhibition spread, and I just couldn't help but want to laugh. It was actually a real, living, male, pretty good-looking person...the same kind!
Su Hang smiled, grabbed Song Yang's arm and took a bite: "Does it hurt? Is it a dream?"
Song Yang was so angry that he wanted to push her out of bed.