If the reminder fails, you will be teased

After getting off the car, Luo Wangshu felt that his entire waist was about to collapse.The sour and hemp are blended together and piled up to the extreme. The taste can't be summed up simply by the word pain.

The other students who got off the bus one after another carried backpacks in their hands, and their bodies were not standing as straight as they were when they set off. Some of their faces were still sallow, and they were turned upside down all the way, a bit like their eyes are not eyes and mouths are not mouths.

There is no shuttle bus on the further part of the road. Due to road conditions, larger cars can't drive in. We can only transport our drawing boards and painting boxes to the three-wheeled motorcycles specially driven from the destination. .People should work harder and walk over by themselves.

I forgot where I saw the little riddle before. It said that it was "the city of Beijing at the foot of the Son of Heaven". If you can put "at the foot of the Son of Heaven" and "the city of Beijing" together, it means that whether it is the old society or the new China, Beijing, the capital, plays an important role in politics. And economic status is unshakable.But on top of this status, there is also a term that is difficult to ignore, called "the poverty belt around the capital".

The north is mountainous, and due to the constraints of the natural environment, it is difficult for some villages built on the mountain to develop as quickly as the rural areas in the Central Plains.Coupled with the fact that some places are involved in the water source security of the capital area, many potentially harmful industries are not allowed to develop in order to prevent pollution. Over time, the degree of its backwardness becomes more and more obvious in comparison with the growing economic prosperity of the outside cities.

Although the country is actively promulgating policies to provide assistance, there is still a long way to go. To overcome poverty on the basis of ensuring low pollution, the time needed is still not comparable to supporting the development of other regions in the country.

In November of this year, the school organized a sketching activity voluntarily signed up by students. The target is a few villages around the capital that are backward but not too poor. They have the potential to be converted into historical and cultural attractions. Unfortunately, the transportation is not convenient enough and the local area It is remote and rarely known, and transportation construction has also been put on the agenda.After the event, the art works will be used rationally by the government and promoted step by step, which can be regarded as half a public welfare activity.

The small village that Luo Wangshu and his party are going to is surrounded by mountains and rivers, without any industrial pollution. Except for the poor traffic routes, the environment is quite exciting.

This kind of activity is more meaningful than ordinary sketching. Unfortunately, Luo Wangshu had already agreed with Qiao Wei to go home for the National Day, and Qiao Wei also made a fuss on the phone several times, as if he was ready to rush over and take him home at any time. .Luo Wangshu made an appointment with the teacher in charge during the registration stage, and the other party would send him some local photos taken, and Luo Wangshu would also help draw a picture at home, which was barely the best of both worlds.

But who would have thought that when the holiday came, an old professor who had taught Luo Wangshu and then left school temporarily due to certain things came back suddenly.When he was young, he was really warm-hearted and always escaped. Now that he is old, he has become a well-known old urchin in the school. He begged Luo Wangshu for nothing, insisting that he go with him.

Luo Wangshu got into the car with him, and only realized after listening to him ramble a few words in good spirits. The old professor communicated closely with well-known galleries at home and abroad when he was away from school. The springboard is to recommend Luo Wangshu to the past, so that several galleries will pay more attention to Luo Wangshu in the next two years. As long as there is no accident, they can directly sign an agreement with the gallery after graduation.

For the current students, this is indeed a good thing, the old professor is willing to leave his recommendation spot to Luo Wangshu, who is currently a sophomore, and he also bet a lot on him, betting on Luo Wangshu. Wang Shu's talent and character are not inferior to any subsequent freshmen.

Luo Wangshu was flattered and hesitated when he finished speaking clearly and hintingly. After all, he has not yet determined which direction to develop in the future, and he is not sure whether to sign a contract with the gallery.

"Don't worry about it, you just draw first." The old professor didn't think that he would decide on his future path within two years of enrolling, and waved his hand indifferently. "Anyway, I'm the only one in our school who has my eyes on you. If you put it on someone else, it will ruin my brand. Other students are recommended by other teachers, so you don't have to be afraid that you will snatch someone's seat."

After finishing speaking, he blew his beard and refused to continue the conversation. Luo Wangshu had no choice but to thank him and accept it. He put his hands on his knees and clenched into fists, suppressing the excitement that was going crazy in his heart.No matter what he chooses in the future, it is very encouraging to be able to place high hopes on such a well-known veteran artist.

Since approaching the destination, the signal bar of the mobile phone is not very stable, and it is rare to see a full bar.Luo Wangshu walked at the back of the line, exchanging text messages with Qiao Wei from time to time, trying to coax the left-behind old man who was "heart-heartedly" abandoned at home.

Qiao Wei was dissatisfied with the fact that he couldn't go home on the National Day, but he didn't really make a fuss. The first reaction was to worry that he didn't adapt to the village environment, and he was wronged physically. After checking the information, I gradually felt relieved.

They set off one day earlier and managed to avoid the shocking traffic on the National Day.

Thanks to the torrential rain last night, the temperature has dropped a lot, and the sky has become much clearer, making the scene in front of us even more eye-catching.

The village is surrounded by mountains, and an unnamed clear river flows in front of the village and passes through the village.The patchwork houses still have historical traces, the stone carvings and railings are well preserved, and there is even an ancient temple. The ornamental value is not much worse than that of the famous ancient towns in China, and it is indeed of great development value.It's just that the traffic problem is really flawed. The new road outside that has just started construction is closed to traffic for a day, and there will be no new customers here for a day.

In October, it is the season of autumn. After a summer of nourishment, the living things in the water are very plump. The local simple and honest villagers specially prepared a large table of farm banquets with earthy sauces The tenderness and deliciousness of the ingredients cannot be concealed, and many students who grew up in the city have tasted something new.

The villagers knew that this group of students was doing the first wave of publicity for the village in the future, and they refused to ask for money for the first meal, and the price of the subsequent board and lodging was not high. The student who was so tired that his legs and feet were weak was pushed in.

Luo Wangshu was taken behind by the old professor, and stayed in a five-entry courtyard house that is rare in mountainous areas. Not long ago, two or three rooms were cleaned up and planned to be used as a small hotel in the future.I heard from the villagers that the antique furnishings that are going to be put in are made by the old craftsmen in the village themselves, but they have not yet finished the finished product, so apart from the basic bed, table and chairs, the room is still empty, but it is clean and neat.

The same student who lived next door to Luo Wangshu had just praised the courtyard house, knowing that he had to boil water and put it in a large basin to take a bath at night. When he stood in the courtyard to take an open-air bath, his expression suddenly collapsed.In the end, Luo Wangshu and Luo Wangshu helped each other carry the hot water out, and couldn't help but smile wryly all the time while taking a bath, and the twisted facial features made Luo Wangshu so happy that his stomach ached.

After rushing to take a shower, Luo Wangshu finally had the time to reply to Qiao Wei's text message.He sat by the bed and sent Qiao Wei a few photos he took when he first entered the village. He wanted to make another call, but Qiao Wei sent him a message back: [You must be tired from walking for so long, rest early today. 】

Luo Wangshu froze for a moment, read the sentence twice before realizing it, frowned and called Qiao Wei, only to be hung up by that person.

Qiao Wei has Luo Wangshu's new semester schedule in his hand, and he has to send several "harassing" text messages to Luo Wangshu every time the class is over during the day, and making a phone call every night before going to bed seems to have become a must.In the past, Qiao Wei pinpointed the time when Luo Wangshu would return to the dormitory, and could not wait to call, but today's situation really made Luo Wangshu a little uncomfortable.

Luo Wangshu pursed her lips tightly, and sent him an obviously unhappy expression in dissatisfaction.

Qiao Wei also learned to input facial expressions, lying on the ground and watching aggrievedly: [I have something to deal with, I will call you when you wake up. 】

Luo Wangshu glanced at the time, at 08:30 in the evening: [Is it something about Italy? 】

After the information was successfully sent, the phone did not vibrate immediately like the previous few times.

Luo Wangshu lowered his eyes and stared at the screen of the mobile phone. Before the standby screen went black, he slid his finger on it, and his heart beat twice.

It's not that he doesn't trust Qiao Wei, but he just feels that Qiao Wei's hesitation is very different from his usual, and it's obvious that he has something to hide from him.

【Um. ] After about 5 minutes, Qiao Wei finally replied. [Suddenly something went wrong, it will take a long time to finish. 】

In the past, I always said what I had to do, so how could it be as if I was squeezing toothpaste like I am now?

Luo Wangshu took a car from the city to this remote area, and walked a long section of mountain road. The exhausting experience somewhat affected his emotions.When he was physically and mentally exhausted, Qiao Wei choked on him again, and the little flame named irritability burst out.

He took a deep breath, and replied sullenly to Qiao Wei: [Then you should go to bed earlier. ] Before Qiao Wei could reply, he switched his phone to airplane mode, set the alarm clock and threw it to the corner of the bed in the back. Wearing slippers on one foot, he hopped to the door to turn off the light tube, lay on his back on the bed, and pulled the blanket over the bed. On the stomach, sleepiness began to brew with eyes closed.

There was no fan in the room, and the cool night wind blew in through the window without haste, not only did not drive away the sweltering heat for Luo Wangshu, but it blew the little flame in his heart bigger and bigger.

Luo Wangshu turned sideways, fished the phone back with his mouth curled up, and the moment he turned on the screen, his eyes were narrowed by the light of the phone, and he got used to it for a few seconds before he could vaguely see the icons on the desktop.

He leaned the phone against the pillow, half-closed his eyes and turned off the airplane mode. After a while, half of the signal bars were erected. Then the phone vibrated, and Qiao Wei sent two text messages.

One is: [Okay, good night. 】

The other one is: 【Cool down after the rain, don’t just cover your stomach when you sleep at night.Good night. 】

Luo Wangshu subconsciously moved her exposed legs into the blanket, clutched the corner of the pillow, and blinked twice at the phone.

He was still thinking about whether to say good night to Qiao Wei, but the phone in his hand vibrated again, which startled him and made his back tense.After a closer look, I found that the text message was sent by a classmate who came to the village to sketch together. I couldn't help but feel disappointed, and limp on the bed, clicked on the text message: [Jing Xing's new book is officially on sale tomorrow, in the nearest small town There is a bookstore that sells it. I just called the store manager and asked if more than ten books can be delivered. Does anyone want it?Make up enough amount and then make up the delivery fee!The hardcover version is a total of 75 for the upper and lower volumes, and the delivery fee is ten yuan per person! 】

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Luo Wangshu's fingertips twirled back and forth along the word "Jing Xing", and clicked on the last two good night text messages sent by Qiao Wei, remembering that he had hung on his body and emphasized several times that this book was specially written for him , helplessly let out a long breath from his nasal cavity, and replied to the group text message: 【Count me in. 】

Chapter 83

Those who are willing to come to such a remote place are mostly students born and raised in the city. They have some feelings about the backwardness of the villages, and they cannot bear the purest kindness in human nature. Curious, I followed my friends in twos and threes to join the group.

The children in the city do some housework and do some sports at home at most. How can they help their family members share the farm work like rural children, so the former are mostly not as physically fit as the latter.

After the tossing all the way when I came yesterday, most of the students seemed to be falling apart. Even though the accommodation environment was not satisfactory, the quality of sleep was more than one grade better than that at school or at home. After thinking about it, the whole world is a capital "sleep".

So much so that on the second day, the old professor broke a branch from the courtyard, pulled it past the door, and yelled at the top of his voice.It was originally planned to let these students choose their own places to play freely. Seeing all the sleepy, sleepy eyes with drooping eyes, the old professor waved his hand and rushed to the entrance of the village to see for himself, just like primary school students. To save someone from being lazy and snoozing.

The place where I sketched in the morning was the river in front of the village. There was an old stone arch bridge on the river. The surface has been mottled with time. The edges of the piled stones have been rounded and polished by time, and the gaps are covered with fluffy green moss. , but fortunately, the old ornamentation and carving outlines are still there, but it is more charming.In the humid mist in the morning, the bridge body is projected into the bright river surface, blending with the blue sky, and then surrounded by tall and lush trees along the bank.

It was too tiring when we arrived yesterday, no one had time to look carefully, and only now can we truly appreciate the difference of this small village.

Luo Wangshu has always been popular in the class. When others ask him any questions, he is also willing to guide others, unlike some people who like to hide and hide.After the announcement of the disbandment, several students in the team immediately surrounded him around him, set up an easel next to him, and chatted with each other sentence by sentence.

"The environment of this place is really good, and it doesn't suffer from disasters like other villages. Why is it so poor?" The boy on the left clamped the drawing paper and yawned. "The sooner the road is built and opened to traffic, the smaller the industry will develop."

"Are you stupid?" Someone rolled his eyes at him. "You can directly construct anywhere. This place is too involved with the ecology of the capital, and there are restrictions on resource development. If you don't pay attention to what is polluted, there may be problems with Beijing's water supply." He nodded on the river: "Look at this bridge, it's so narrow that even small trucks can't get in. I think that even if the road is repaired outside, it will take two or three years to improve the village's facilities before it is ready to welcome visitors. "

"Really, this bridge is too narrow." Being reminded like this, the girl next to her became nervous. "Then can the books we bought last night still be delivered? You can't drive on that mountain road."

"Use a tricycle, isn't that how the painting boxes are brought in." Thinking about the situation in the town next door, everyone sighed in unison.

The village is poor and the town is not much better.

The semi-old motorcycle I drove yesterday was used by the grocery store in the village to buy goods outside. Even if they had money to buy a car, they couldn't drive it locally, so they could only make ends meet.The bookstore in the small town is only less than ten square meters in size. It mainly sells some tutoring materials for primary and secondary schools. The novels are only the works of a few well-known domestic writers, and the students in the town went there to buy them. The outsiders can be regarded as being in the light of those middle school students.

"The owner of the bookstore wouldn't use that tricycle that was parked at the alley yesterday." That car was even more touching than the motorcycle carrying the painting box. It's a brownish red surface. "...My husband's sealed pen works are going to be transported by such a car, I feel like crying."

Luo Wangshu shook his hand, and the tip of his pen deviated violently. The first painting after entering the village was destroyed here.

"Get out! Who is your husband!" Someone laughed angrily, and started to fight with her. "Swallow the word 'seal the pen', it's obviously a two-year break, don't misinterpret it, okay!"

"Didn't that guy just talk about taking a break before, but he hasn't released a new book yet?" The back of the man's hand was painted with a line of paint, and he gestured to admit defeat. "Okay, I'm sorry!" She took out a piece of paper and wiped her hands, then said with a smile: "I'll just talk casually, what kind of mouth do you think I am, and what will come true for what you say?"

"That's not necessarily true, just in case you will be crowed." The other party curled his lips.

"If you want to fulfill it, please also fulfill the previous sentence. If Jing Xing is my husband, I don't care whether he seals the pen or not." She clasped her hands together with emotion.

The friend patted her on the shoulder, telling her not to daydream: "Young people, be careful when you go out, Luoshui Sanqian fans are on their way here with their knives in their hands."

Luo Wangshu had just changed the new drawing paper, and was about to touch it with the pen, when he heard this sentence, his hands stopped again, and he put his elbows on his knees, slightly lowered his head, his heart was pounding.Before he could get out of his discomfort, a paper fan was handed in front of him, and the boy next to him asked him, "Do you feel hot? Do you want to use a fan?"

Luo Wangshu froze for a moment, smiled and shook his head: "No, thank you."

"I thought you were heated by the sun early in the morning." The other party also laughed, turned the paper fan back into the palm of his hand, and pointed to his ear. "Your ears are red."

Luo Wangshu was at a loss for words for a while, turned his eyes away, moved back to the drawing paper, tried his best to concentrate and began to outline the lines: "...It's a little sun-dried, but it's okay, it's not too hot."

While they were talking, the girl on the other side answered the phone, and without saying a few words to the other end, she jumped up from the ground like a javelin, covered her eyes with her hands, looked across the river on tiptoe, and said excitedly : "It's really troublesome for you! It's here so soon!"

Her voice was a bit loud, and the surrounding area was empty, and several people sitting nearby turned their heads towards her.

"It's okay, it's okay, we're on the bridge, we'll see you as soon as you come." The girl threw the pen back into the small bucket filled with river water, and while hanging up the phone, she walked over to the boy and quickly patted several people on the shoulders: "Hurry up! The book is here, all of you are here to help move the book!"

A total of nineteen sets of novels were assembled last night, and almost everyone who participated in the sketching set one set.If everyone crowds around, the old professor might blow his beard and blow his beard. One or two girls can't move nearly forty books. The best way is to let the boys who order the books work as coolies.

"Why aren't you called Luo Dashu!" A boy protested with a helpless smile. "Every time they find me as a laborer."

Just as Luo Wangshu was about to stand up and offer to help, when he first heard that he was being called by name, he subconsciously raised his eyes to look over.

The girl put the phone back in her pocket, took a look at Luo Wangshu, pressed Luo Wangshu back who was halfway up, and slapped the man on the back again: "How can there be such a good-looking laborer as him, who made you stand up?" A face born to be a laborer." Saying that, he pushed the boy onto the path.

The people who stayed by the river bank laughed. Those two had been bickering and hurting each other like enemies since they grew up. Others could see that they were in love with each other, and they probably were not far away from being together.

After Luo Wangshu sat back to his original place, he was in no mood to continue drawing. He put down his brush and took out his phone to check the time.He turned on the screen of the phone with the idea of ​​checking what time it is, but the moment the phone turned on, his eyes couldn't help but stick to the text message icon below.

There are no unread text messages, no missed calls, and no social software reminders on the message bar.

Luo Wangshu let out a foul breath, and only after locking the screen did he realize that he had to check the time.The blackened screen reflected his frowning face, Luo Wangshu stared at the reflection on the phone for a few seconds, feeling a little oppressed in his chest for no reason, so he simply put the phone back, leaned on his knees and looked at the river, trying to find something that could trigger it. The sight of him writing with interest diverts his attention.

As he looked at it, his eyes gradually became slack, unable to focus on a specific place, his eyes were hazy, looking at a direction aimlessly, and he didn't turn his eyeballs for a long time.His eyes were brightly reflected by the light, and all the morning colors by the river were filled in his eyes, but nothing was clearer.

Luo Wangshu was in a trance unconsciously, and the people next to him let out a few low-pitched exclamations, and stretched their necks to look at the arch bridge.It wasn't until the commotion that the old professor not far away couldn't help noticing this place that Luo Wangshu shivered as if waking up from a dream.

He blinked slowly twice, first looked up at the secretly excited people next to him, then followed the other person's gaze to look in the opposite direction, and then he seemed to be violently swung on the back of the head with a wooden stick, There was a buzzing in the ears, and the whole person was completely stunned.

Some parts of the mountain road when we came here were narrower than the arch bridge, and it was difficult to drive a slightly larger three-wheeled motorcycle, let alone the small van in the bookstore.The book was delivered by the boss's son, and as expected by the girl, it was the shabby three-wheeled motorcycle.

It was not the first time Luo Wangshu had seen this car. The problem was that the person sitting behind the car was so familiar that he couldn't believe his eyes.

The man jumped out of the open-air car behind with long legs, wearing a casual suit with a baggy bag, and carrying a dark leather bag that was also familiar to Luo Wangshu.From a distance, you can feel the western atmosphere in the opponent's body, whether it is aura or appearance, it is too incompatible with everything around.

After getting out of the car, he put his fist under his nose, resisted sneezing without following his instinct, stood among the stooped late bloomers and nodded to the driver with a smile, as if thanking him, then turned his head and looked along the Gradually cast over the banks of the river.

Those gray eyes with a more pronounced cool tone in the early morning mist found the person they were looking for among the students sitting behind the drawing boards, and immediately sparkled like water waves, and the corners of the eyes also flew up with the raised right hand When he woke up, his smile was like raindrops falling into the water, and instantly blended with his profound facial features completely.

The sudden appearance of a man like that is enough to attract attention, let alone stand on the bridge and make a gesture of saying hello.

The boy who used to carry the books tilted his head in confusion and looked at the man a few times. He suddenly opened his mouth and said "Oh", and shouted to the river bank under the bridge: "Luo Wangshu! Your uncle is here to look for you!"

All the disconnected strings were rejoined in an instant, Luo Wangshu was still in a daze, but his body had instinctively got up from the ground, at first he was walking quickly, and later it turned into a trot.When I came to the edge of the arch bridge, I started to gasp for breath faintly.

"Chen Liang, tell the teacher for me, I'll go back first." Luo Wangshu didn't look at the man standing in front, and said directly to the boy holding a stack of books. "Put the painting tools there first, and I'll come back later to collect them."

"Okay, you can go. I'll take the books and painting tools back for you at noon." The boy named Chen Liang nodded in response and clicked his tongue. "Take your uncle to rest first. From your home to Beijing, and then bumping all the way here will definitely kill you."

Luo Wang thanked, grabbed Qiao Wei's arm and pulled it towards him, turned around and paused, without looking back: "...he is not my uncle."

It wasn't until the two turned into the entrance of the village that Chen Liang turned around and asked the girl behind him in a daze, "Isn't that Uncle Luo Dashu? I remember that he had been to our school when we were welcoming new students."

"What?" Jing Xing's new book was right in front of him, and the girl was so excited, she said perfunctory while paying the bill. "Did you hear it wrong? Boss, thank you for making a special trip."

Chen Liang twitched his eyebrows, and became even more confused: "Did I hear wrong?"

When they arrived at the courtyard, Luo Wangshu still didn't say a word.Qiao Wei, who was pulled forward by him, followed quietly, with a faint smile on his lips.He guessed in his heart that the little guy might have been startled by his sudden arrival, and he blamed himself for not telling him in advance, so he still felt a little sullen.

Walking into the room, Qiao Wei was about to coax him with what he had been pondering all the way, but Luo Wangshu turned around, slammed the door shut, and slammed his whole body into Qiao Wei's arms, wrapping his arms tightly around him. Waist, buried his head in his chest, still not saying a word.

Qiao Wei was stunned for a moment, then smiled, threw the bag aside casually, hugged it back, and rubbed his chin lightly between his hair: "Do I smell like a white radish?"

Luo Wangshu didn't speak, but Qiao Wei felt that the other party really sniffed her clothes.

"Since you hugged me and didn't let go, it looks like you haven't smelled it." Qiao Wei continued to smile.

Luo Wangshu didn't look up, and said sullenly, "It smells like smoke."

"It's the smell of the car. I don't know how to smoke." Qiao Wei patted him on the back, carried him to the bed in the room. "Okay, let's hug on the bed, my eyes are a bit uncomfortable now."

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Luo Wangshu quickly let go of him, but he didn't intend to take back the arms wrapped around him.Luo Wangshu had no choice but to lie down on the bed according to him, and was directly wrapped into his arms by the man.

"Tired." Qiao Wei lay on the outside of the bed, hugged him inside, and closed his eyes against the sunlight coming through the window.

Luo Wangshu raised his head from his arms, and after adapting to the backlight, he struggled to look at Qiao Wei's face, and his heart started to ache.

Qiao Wei's complexion is not very good now, if you look carefully, you can find that there is an inconspicuous haggard hidden on his face.There is a dark circle under the eyes, Luo Wangshu carefully touched it with his fingertips, it is definitely not because of the light.

Qiao Wei closed her eyes and said with a low smile, "Naughty."

"...Why do you..." Luo Wangshu brushed the broken hair on his forehead, his heart was tightening.

"Heavy rain, the flight has been delayed." Qiao Wei explained to him in a low voice. "I was afraid that it would be canceled in the end, so I bought a train ticket and came here."

Luo Wangshu is a student, and he knows best how tight the ticket is during the statutory holidays.Qiao Wei said "buy", but in fact it must have been snatched.

"You didn't sleep in the car?" Luo Wangshu touched his face distressedly. "Go to bed first, don't talk about it."

After Qiao Wei heard this, she drew her arms even tighter, and said two words calmly after being silent for two seconds: "Standing ticket."

Luo Wangshu's heart skipped a beat, he pursed his lips and put his hands on his waist, competently acting as a human pillow.

The day Qiao Wei came was the first day of the National Day, and it was the time when people were crowded and luggage was stacked.Luo Wangshu didn't go home for the National Day when he was a freshman, and was encouraged by his roommate to go on a trip together.At that time, air tickets were too expensive, and the four of us had to take the train to go there. We struggled to get three tickets for one seat, and we were dumbfounded when we arrived at the train station.

From queuing up for ticket checking to queuing up to get on the train, they are almost always pushed back by the people behind. The tables in the train compartment are full of melon seed shells and snack packages. There are all kinds of smells in the air, the smell of sweat and feet, as well as boxed lunches and snacks. The taste of instant noodles, all mixed together, is so spicy that people's eyes hurt.

The most important thing was that it was too crowded, really too crowded, and yet there were flight attendants pushing a trolley through the pile of human flesh.After the eight-hour drive, the four of them were almost killed. On the return journey, they got on the plane directly, clutching their wallets and bleeding heartily.

It takes more than 20 hours to take the train from City S to Beijing. This person's family is destined to not wrong him since he was a child. Let him stand in such an environment for a day and a night... Luo Wangshu put Qiao Wei in memory The compartment was stuffed in, and I felt distressed and wanted to laugh.

After falling into a deep sleep for less than two hours, Qiao Wei suddenly woke up, stretched out his hand tensely and touched Luo Wangshu's back twice, his muscles relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

Luo Wangshu didn't think he would wake up, she nestled in his arms and didn't move, who knew that Qiao Wei opened her eyes just now, her spirit has improved a lot, her eyes gradually focused on Luo Wangshu's face, and she woke up. In a second, she lowered her head and kissed his forehead.

"I won't sleep now." Luo Wangshu said in surprise.

"Enough." Qiao Wei ruffled his hair. "Sleep now, I don't have to sleep at night." He used to be busy with work, and although he didn't sleep well for such a long time, it was common for him to sleep very short, and he already knew how to maximize the quality of sleep.

Luo Wangshu looked at him, and after a while he asked, "You didn't call me last night, were you on the train?"

Qiao Wei nodded: "It's too noisy, and I'm afraid you will get angry."

Luo Wangshu was choked, and pinched him hard on the face: "...I'm angry because you do this."

"You are angry now, I can coax you myself." Qiao Wei laughed. "It's far away. Once you hang up the phone, I have nothing to do."

When Luo Wangshu told him that he would not go back during the holidays, Qiao Wei made up his mind to come.After seeing that the recent flight was delayed several times by the heavy rain, Qiao Wei chose the train without hesitation.Instead of the flight being delayed or cancelled, it is better to take the train one day in advance.

The trains were crowded, the traffic in the city was also crowded, and the convoys were all blocked. Qiao Wei continued to stay on the expressway after not sleeping for a day and a night.In fact, before arriving here, Qiao Wei didn't care how crowded he was. What really gave him a headache was after getting off the bus in the small town.

Qiao Wei had heard about the lack of a shuttle bus, but unfortunately, he arrived there too early, even if he rented a car from a local resident, he couldn't rent it.In the end, he couldn't tell whether it was luck or misfortune. Qiao Wei met a tricycle that was going to deliver books to the village.

Struggling fiercely in the spiritual world, Qiao Wei made another difficult decision in his life: take the three-wheeled motorcycle that was so broken that it could be sent to the waste recycling bin at any time.

According to the guy who drove it, this tricycle is still used by his family to sell vegetables on the street, and there is a small horse in the trunk.On the train, Qiao Wei was so disgusted by the environment in the carriage that he lost his appetite. After getting off the train, he ate something casually, and then he was bumped by the mountain road so much that his whole stomach almost wanted to vomit.The eyes were a little bit astringent due to fatigue, and the feeling of being blown by the wind brought by the car was really unforgettable.

Qiao Wei was sitting on the saddle at that time, looking at his new book in front of him wrapped in a layer of kraft paper, wrapped in a fertilizer bag, and a few white radishes with leaves on the side, his mood was extremely complicated, and he thought I feel like laughing a little.

Qiao Wei didn't say these things in such detail, the understatement was very brief, and he even deliberately used a humorous tone.

Luo Wangshu is not a fool, he knows everything about the process, and he didn't expose him, he felt sore at the tip of his nose while being funny: "...I said I will go home on the [-]th, can't you just wait at home? "

"I went back on the fifth, and I came back before my butt was warmed up." Qiao Wei poked his forehead with his fingertips. "I can't bear it."

"Then I don't want you to do this." Luo Wangshu snorted with his mouth curled up.

"I'm your uncle," Qiao Wei smiled, and at this time put on the airs of an elder again. "It's up to me if I don't want to."

Luo Wangshu clutched the corner of his shirt, seeing Qiao Wei's relaxed posture, his eyes were a little hot.

"Okay, okay." Qiao Wei put his hands behind his head, pressed him into his arms, teased him with his mouth, but his eyes were filled with extremely thick doting and tenderness. "Smile to uncle more often when you see him, don't cry."

"Who's crying?" Luo Wangshu pinched his waist. "I was smothered by the smell of smoke on your body."

Qiao Wei raised her arm and sniffed it, then frowned, "Someone is smoking in the carriage."

Luo Wangshu got out of his arms and raised his eyes to look at him.

"What?" Qiao Wei raised an eyebrow.

"I was thinking, you seem to have never smoked." Luo Wangshu looked at him and said. "Except for necessary entertainment, I also drink very little alcohol."

Qiao Wei scratched his nose: "Smoke is not a good thing, I will live a few years longer than you."

Luo Wangshu narrowed his eyes in disgust: "Obviously I'm younger than you, okay? I should be the one to live a few more years."

Qiao Wei looked at him with a smile, and said after a while, "It's because you are younger than me that I want to live a few more years."

Luo Wangshu was dumbfounded, suddenly didn't know what to say.

"In this way, you can be a child for the rest of your life." Qiao Wei smiled lightly, stroking his hands up and down behind his back slowly.

Luo Wangshu's nose was sore again, she pressed her face to his chest, hugged him silently for a while, and suddenly called him: "Qiao Wei."

"Huh?" Qiao Wei answered him, his chest trembling against Luo Wangshu's ear.

After a long time, Luo Wangshu continued, "I bought your book."

"Okay." Qiao Wei continued to respond.

Luo Wangshu kept embracing him and said, "I'll finish it soon."

"No hurry." Qiao Wei pressed her lips to his hair. "You can take your time."

Luo Wangshu didn't speak any more, but hugged Qiao Wei even tighter.He suddenly realized that this man is like this, no matter in the past or now, if you can't pass, he will try his best to rush to you as soon as possible.

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