very close to the clouds

Slow songs were playing in the car, and the atmosphere was as awkward as ever.

Shen Yanbai was fiddling with his new smartphone. He wanted to log in to his Weibo account, but he lost all his accounts, but found that he couldn't remember the password.

At that time, the password was set by Ms. Liu, and he used his mobile phone to verify the code every time he logged in.

Looking back on these years, it seems that he has relied on others for everything, but he has achieved nothing.

Shen Yanbai sighed, casually threw the phone aside, staring at the road ahead in a daze.

Jiang Zhongyu glanced at him at this moment.

I don't know why he suddenly felt guilty, Shen Yanbai asked him: "Why?"

"Don't play anymore?"

"...Well," Shen Yanbai said, "it's nothing fun."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to change songs, and pressed several songs in a row, but they were still all slow songs, so he said, "I thought people like you would like to listen to rap."

"What is Rap," Jiang Zhongyu asked him, "What type am I?"

For a moment, Shen Yanbai didn't know which question to answer.

To answer the previous question, he will feel that the other party is talking. How can anyone not know what Rap is in this day and age?It is impossible to say that he has never heard of the small place. When he went to the small supermarket to buy cigarettes a few days ago, he heard someone playing rap.

Jiang Zhongyu doesn't look like such an old-fashioned person, he is dressed like a dog, although not trendy, but simple and clean.

After the answer, Shen Yanbai couldn't explain it, but he always felt that Jiang Zhongyu had an inexplicable temperament, which he couldn't explain.

Shen Yanbai fell silent.

Jiang Zhongyu asked: "It seems that I already have a very fixed image in your heart."

How could Shen Yanbai dare to tell him that he had put a lot of subjective labels on him, and many of them were bad labels.

This is a problem he has always had. When he first debuted, because he was not very good at talking, Ms. Liu simply ordered him to talk less and be a taciturn person. Sometimes he participated in activities with a lot of people. He was thinking about things, and those people in the circle were often labeled by him, even Ms. Liu, such as "workaholics", "veteran women" and so on.

No one knows about this except himself.

If people knew about it, the persona he had maintained for so many years would have to be discarded.

"Forget it." Shen Yanbai said, "After all, every time I meet you, nothing good happens to me."

Shen Yanbai frowned as he spoke.

Instead, Jiang Zhongyu twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled.He seemed to be in a good mood, with one hand resting on the steering wheel, tapping lightly to the rhythm of the music, and humming in agreement from time to time.

This question seemed to be solved just like that, but the more Shen Yanbai thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and asked him: "Aren't you a bad person?"

Jiang Zhongyu said: "We specialize in selling human organs, like yours, the price is especially high."

"..." Shen Yanbai took it seriously, his face changed slightly, and he grabbed the car door handle with one hand.

Jiang Zhongyu pressed the button, and the door was locked.Shen Yan baihan bristled, looking at Jiang Zhongyu's right side face vigilantly, thinking about the scar on his face, and asked him: "Is it true?"

"What do you think?" Jiang Zhongyu looked at the road ahead seriously, the straight, flat and open avenue pulled all the scenery into straight and colorful lines, and fell backwards.

"..." Shen Yanbai didn't speak.

Jiang Zhongyu smiled, his brows and eyes curled up, his stern face softened at this moment, only then did Shen Yanbai realize that there was a dimple on the side of Jiang Zhongyu's face with the scar, which neutralized the sharpness of his scar, He doesn't look so fierce anymore, he doesn't look like a bad guy.

"I was joking with you." Jiang Zhongyu lowered his voice and said, "You are so easy to deceive, you are not suitable to play alone."

Shen Yanbai cursed secretly in her heart, feeling that she was really stupid.

But he didn't expect Jiang Zhongyu to be able to joke.

Jiang Zhongyu turned on the turn signal, changed to another road, and asked him, "So what is Rap?"

Shen Yanbai turned off the speaker, and took his [-] smartphone to find the most popular rap of the moment. When the loud music started, he suddenly seemed out of place with the current environment. Jiang Zhongyu was shocked by the deafening voice. Frowning tightly, he asked as if he had never seen the world: "Are they arguing?"

"……puff."

Let alone Jiang Zhongyu's idea, it matches the style of this song quite well.

Shen Yanbai also began to feel that this rap was a bit noisy, so he lowered his voice and asked, "You don't like listening to noisy things?"

"Yeah." Jiang Zhongyu nodded, "It doesn't sound right in this situation."

"What about rock and roll?" Shen Yanbai changed the song again, "This one?"

The voice of the singing was not loud, but the sound of the music became louder again. Jiang Zhongyu's lips parted, and he didn't know what to say or not.

Shen Yanbai could see that he really didn't like this kind of loud music.

"You are really boring." Shen Yanbai said.

Jiang Zhongyu said: "I don't really like slow songs. The disc that you played in my car the other day, the kind that said whether it was fast or slow was fine."

Shen Yanbai couldn't figure out whether Jiang Zhongyu really didn't know or he didn't know that it was his song. He turned his face and squinted at him, and finally saw Jiang Zhongyu with some doubts about himself: "What are you looking at?"

"Look--"

Shen Yanbai looked over his face, and saw the vast expanse of desert and the setting sun behind Jiang Zhongyu.

Golden yellow, orange yellow... All kinds of warm colors are blooming in the sky, like an overturned paint bucket, or a painting carefully selected by an impressionist painter. Shen Yanbai saw here what he has been pursuing since his travels. The beautiful sunset that has never been seen before, even the clouds are magnificent.

"--parking."

Jiang Zhongyu subconsciously stepped on the brakes.

"What's wrong?" He turned his head to look at Shen Yanbai.

Shen Yanbai's attention was completely attracted by that side——without rolling his eyes, he said, "Can I take a look?"

Jiang Zhongyu looked over there: "Sunset."

"Ah."

Jiang Zhongyu pulled the handbrake, turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and said without the slightest hesitation, "Let's go."

The road was a bit difficult to walk, the desert was wrapped in the tires of the off-road vehicle and sagged, and there were high raised boulders from time to time, Shen Yanbai was thrown up and down by the handle of the car.

The music in the car audio does not know when the rock and roll is played, and it automatically jumps to the next song, which is Pu Shu's ordinary way.

"Wandering, on the road, where are you going..."

The slightly hoarse magnetic voice entered the heart together with the deserted yellow sand.

Shen Yanbai looked at Jiang Zhongyu's profile, and was stunned for a very subtle moment.

Jiang Zhongyu tapped the steering wheel with his fingers while driving, and when a song was finished, he said, "This one is not bad."

Shen Yanbai has liked this song for many years - it can be said that when he didn't know what song to listen to, he would always repeat it alone many times.

So Shen Yanbai raised his eyebrows, and said, "For you have vision."