night fire

18

Zhao Qiyan was sitting on the bus going home, looking out the window at the rime-covered fog.

Maybe he shouldn't be so fierce to Lu Xiujin - he thought, and then naturally breathed on the glass, drawing a circle on it with his finger.

Click a dot outside the circle and another dot inside the circle.

How can not be connected.

"Look," he whispered, as if whispering to someone, "it can't be helped."

The bus journey is long, crowded and bumpy, but fortunately there is no transfer, which saves a lot of trouble.

Zhao Qiyan nestled on the seat, and fell into a drowsy sleep as the carriage rocked from side to side. He was awakened instinctively in the middle of the journey, which scared the girl on the seat by the corridor.

The girl in the khaki windbreaker was taken aback, and said, "I'm sorry... I just thought... you sat down on my clothes..."

She is not tall, but the windbreaker is extremely long, probably reaching her ankles, and the windbreaker is not easy to place after sitting down. The girl took it off and put it in the gap between the back and the chair, and the windbreaker wobbled crookedly when the vehicle was driving. When he reached Zhao Qiyan's side, he was pressed by his thigh.

Zhao Qiyan was sleepy, leaning his forehead against the car window, saying it was okay, the girl took a look at him, then took the windbreaker and got out of the car lightly - he was in a daze, it turned out that he had already arrived at the rest stop.

Most of the passengers went down for convenience or to buy some food and drink, and there were not many people left in the car.

Zhao Qiyan yawned, took a piece of chewing gum from his bag and ate it, and what he took out was a green bottle marked with mint flavor, but when he put it in his mouth, he found that it turned out to be a cloyingly sweet strawberry flavor.

Unable to spit it out for a while, he chewed bitterly, and then opened the zipper of his backpack to see if there was any water.

Except for a few books and data cables, I didn't find anything superfluous.

He changed another compartment bag, which really made him find a bottle of small mineral water with the bar logo printed on it.

It seems that Wu Yong stuffed him in his bag when he hurried to the bar to ask for leave.

He thought of Wu Yong's wrinkled face like a little old man when he worriedly asked him why he didn't take the plane but took the bus, and he was amused.

Wu Yong was very worried and asked if he didn't have enough money, he smiled and said no, then he fished a few more packs of snacks from the bar and said with a smile that it was because the bus had a nice view.

The scenery on the bus is indeed better - if he hadn't been sleeping all the time, the rolling green hills and the stretching farmland outside the window are really pleasing to the eye.

He held the mineral water bottle, leaned his head back on the back of the chair, and looked out the window—a large farmland was behind the rest station, and the land was divided into various regular areas by ridges of different sizes. Very comfortable.

He was dazzled by the comfortable green color for a moment, and almost missed the vibrating cell phone in his pocket.

It was Wu Yong who called. His tone was weak, and he didn't know what was wrong. He looked like he couldn't keep up his spirits. He asked him if he was home, and asked when he planned to go back.

Zhao Qiyan felt that he was a little strange, so he joked, "Uncle Wu, have you been drinking? Why are you talking upside down?"

Wu Yong paused and said in frustration: "Hey... this is not... forget it, remember to call me when you get home."

Zhao Qiyan agreed with all his mouth, and chatted with him for about 10 minutes about the recent situation of his colleagues. One sentence: "Uncle, how are you recently emotionally...?"

It was just a whim at first, but I didn't expect the other person to be like a cat whose tail was stepped on, talking incoherently and yelling to hang up the phone.

"Okay, okay," Zhao Qiyan complained to him, "Aren't I worried that you will be cheated of money and sex?"

"You might as well worry about yourself," Wu Yong changed the topic to Zhao Qiyan instead, "You are the most dangerous one, okay?"

When the rest time came, the passengers who got out of the car to shop and hang out got on the car one by one. The driver started the engine while honking the horn to greet the passengers behind.

In the chug, Zhao Qiyan buttoned a small thread on his sleeve, and said lazily, "It's fine if I don't lie to others, how can it be my turn to be deceived by others?"

"Yes, yes, who would dare to lie to you..." Wu Yong smiled back at him, and then changed the topic, "There are people who wish to be deceived by you, but you don't give them the opportunity."

Zhao Qiyan didn't say a word, but quickened his hand movements, and finally tore off the small thread.

"Who is-"

"Don't you know?" After a while, Wu Yong lowered his voice, "Yanyan, that's not someone who just makes people look at him."

The girl next door came back with a bag.

The bus is finally ready to leave.

Zhao Qiyan was ready to sleep again, and said lazily: "What? Uncle Wu, are you not covering your eldest nephew? Are you still afraid of him?"

Wu Yong was a little depressed, and dragged his voice: "This is not a question of whether to cover up..."

"Well——" Zhao Qiyan pursed his mouth, "Uncle Wu doesn't love me anymore, I'm so pitiful, I'm just a juicy cabbage in the field—"

As soon as he cried miserably, Wu Yong on the bank of the microphone became serious, and said righteously: "Who said that! Who said that no one cares about you! Who is afraid that the young master will fail! His sister... I am not very Afraid, let alone him..."

After talking about it, he obviously lacked confidence, and his voice weakened. Zhao Qiyan's curiosity was aroused, and he asked Wu Yong and Lu Xiujin what happened to his sister: "Does he still have a sister?"

"if not?"

"Oh, I thought his fool jumped out of a crack in the rock."

As Zhao Qiyan said, he glanced at the girl next to him who took out the blindfold to take a rest, and said in a low voice, "Hey, the car is about to start, I'll tell you when I get home."

Wu Yong was still worried about how to explain what happened to Lu Xiuyan. He was relieved when he heard that he was going to die, and urged, "Quickly die, hurry up, pay attention to safety and have a good journey!"

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You are the most juicy cabbage