Wallen looked up at the sky from among the leaves, "I can't say what is good, I just think it is good." ”

At this time, her body was unprecedentedly relaxed, and her heart was like a bird flying in the air, free, willful, and brisk.

"Hehe," Chang Hua laughed, "like a child, nonsensical." ”

"It's you who live too seriously," Warleen retorted, "and you have to pay attention to everything in a way, but there are so many ways in the world." ”

"Really, that's what you think?" Chang Hua followed Warlene, looking up at the sky.

Warleen recalled: "When I was a child, I rode my father's bicycle, I liked to be back to back with my father, face up looking at the white clouds in the sky, the bicycle was walking, I felt like I was flying, the faster the bicycle walked, the faster I flew, as if I was shuttling between those white clouds, have you ever had this experience?"

"Nope. Chang Hua smiled and turned his gaze to Warlene.

Warren made all sorts of strange gestures, as if she had really turned into a bird hovering in the air, and Chang Hua gradually lost her mind.

Chang Hua didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't know how long he thought about it, until Warline's enlarged face suddenly appeared in front of him, Chang Hua got rid of his distraction, and stared at Warline's inquiring eyes in a daze.

"What are you thinking, my hands are almost turning into a fan in front of your eyes, and you haven't come back to your senses," Warlene straightened up and looked around, "Let's go too, it's just the two of us left here." ”

"I'm also thinking about when I was a child," Chang Hua said casually, "to see if there's anything particularly interesting like what you said." ”

"Is there any?"

"Nope. ”

"Impossible,"

"Not really. ”

"Who didn't have a few memorable anecdotes when they were young. ”

"I just remember to work, and if I don't work, I won't have anything to eat. ”

"When I was a child, I had to work, but play is the nature of children, and work is equivalent to playing. ”

"Your work is play, and my play is work. ”

"Does it make a difference?"

"The difference is huge. ”

“......”

“......”

The two walked back and talked all the way, Warlene had the nature of bickering and playing, and Chang Hua's attitude was very serious.

"What you said can't be true, right?" asked Chang Hua as she put away her playfulness.

Chang Hua asked rhetorically: "Didn't you say that my words are always true?"

"But why have you never told me that?"

"Why do you say, tear open your own wounds and show them?"

Warlene was stuck, and suddenly felt that between her and Chang Hua, there was a line that was difficult to cross, and this line could not be seen and could not be explained.

After that, neither of them spoke, but walked quietly forward, and occasionally this tranquility was interrupted by the peddler peddling snacks, and as soon as the hawker's stall was passed, the tranquility continued.

Wang Shaoming waved at the two of them from afar, and still held a fancy bag in his hand: "Hey, Volin, you should hurry up, you will be eaten by these wolf cubs if you don't come again." ”

As his hands swayed, a few boys jumped around him, snatching the bag in his hand.

"What's it, leave me some. Warlene rushed over.