200, I asked the stars in the sky, why did you disappear for a long time (II)

The driver drove the car, and Dongfang sat in the co-pilot. Xiang Yao said to put on some music, and he turned on FM.

Love, you can feel that tomorrow is coming

Our boat was parked on the pier

I will wash my hair and climb the mast

Supporting our grapevine branches......

FM103.7 is broadcasting Zhang Weiwei's "Rice Shop", which is a song with a very simple melody. The song is good, but the atmosphere suddenly becomes sad. Xiang Yao said that it was better to change it, and then pulled out a CD from his bag and stuffed it into the record player, which was the Chinese version of the original soundtrack of the cartoon "Doraemon" - Fan Xiaoxuan's singing voice came from the stereo.

If I had a fairy stick

Bigger, smaller, prettier

It's also going to be a home full of comics, chocolates, and toys

If I had a robot cat

I'm going to call him Tinker Bell

Bamboo dragonflies and time tunnels

I can go anywhere

Let children, adults, and bad people all become good people

Ang!Ang!Ang!Tinker Bell helped me make all my wishes come true......

"You guys watched cartoons when you were kids, what's the name of Doraemon?" Dongfang asked her with a smile.

"What else can Doraemon be called, it's Doraemon ah. Xiang Yao was a little puzzled.

"But how do I remember it's called Amon? The name of the cartoon is "Robot Cat". ”

"I'm five years younger than you, and we all called Doraemon back in the day. Xiang Yao said.

"What era are you?" Dongfang looked at Xiang Yao with a smile, and then said, "But in our time, it was called Amon, and the little boy was not called Nobita, it seemed to be called Yasuo." Also, in our time, when we went to the computer room to make pictures with Windows98, we had to change slippers at the door with special ceremonies. At that time, you had to dial up to access the Internet, and if you wanted to click on a 300 trillion or so long-haired and waist-high Mr. Bodo, scan from head to chest, you had to keep your eyes straight in front of the computer for half an hour. ”

Xiang Yao laughed: "You were still in junior high school at that time, right? ”

"It's another level of beauty. I rewatched an old film on the high-speed train yesterday, "Flowers and Alice" by Shunji Iwai. Details really decide everything, you see, Aoi Yu, ***, it's just one word, but the beautiful parts and focal lengths, the level and angle of moving, how different they are. ”

Xiang Yao punched me with a smile and said what did you say!

The two of them did it themselves and made some food.

"I've recently gained weight again, and I don't dare to add sugar or milk to American food in coffee shops, but I find that after I don't add milk, my stomach is not uncomfortable at all when I drink coffee. Dongfang said.

Xiang Yao said, "You are lactose intolerant, I advised you not to add milk before, do you remember?"

"I remember. I thank you for the sake of the universe. ”

"You're welcome, and I thank the universe too. ”

As usual, they were bickering with each other.

"You've been fat lately, and the T-shirts you used to wear are a little smaller, so I bought you a few new ones in the morning. Xiang Yao said.

"Did you buy L or XL? I guess it's only XL now. ”

"One-size-fits-all. ”

"How can there be a kind of clothing size in this world called 'one-size', one-size-fits-all means that no matter how fat or thin I am, I can wear it, right, it accepts me. Dongfang quipped.

Xiang Yao didn't answer, paused, and suddenly said, "If you feel too tired from work, you can stop." There's nothing you have to do in life, you told me that before, remember?"

"Why did you say this all of a sudden?" asked Dongfang.

She shook her head and smiled, "It's nothing, I just think it's good for you to write poetry at home." ”

Dongfang asked, "Do you really think it's good?"

"It's really good. Xiang Yao said.

"Then how about I read a new poem to you", Dongfang read: "I only drank a small glass of red wine, but I clearly saw Li Bai, I even went up to ask for directions, he said that you go straight along Huaihai Middle Road, turn right at Donghu Road, and then pass by 1,536 people, and you can see Chang'an City at a glance." ”

Xiang Yao smiled and clapped his hands and said good poetry, good poetry, and then asked Dongfang, "Then are you willing to go to Chang'an City with me?"

Dongfang said okay, it's time to make some trouble with this world.

Xiang Yao said, come here. She brought Dongfang to her bedroom, where a large artistic photograph of the two of us sat against the wall on the carpet near the bay window. She turned to Dongfang and said, "There is a door behind this photo of ours, open this door, you can go wherever you want, and we can leave here and go to Chang'an City." However, I forgot something, you have to accompany me to the street where we used to rent Dong Huai'an's café. ”

Xiang Yao talked all the way about the roads they had traveled together and the places they had been. They walked for a long time, and when they came to a bus stop, Dongfang asked him, do you remember. At this time, a No. 43 bus happened to slowly enter the station.

Xiang Yao suddenly turned his head to look at Dongfang and said, "I remembered, I forgot to say goodbye to you." The car is coming to the pit stop and I have to go. ”

Dongfang was a little anxious: "Didn't you say that we would go to Chang'an City together?"

The wife said, "You can't go, you still have to take care of the full moon." ”

"But I can't go back. ”

"Do you remember the way we came? Go back to the café and open the door and you're going back. ”

Dongfang hurriedly asked, "Then will we see each other in the future?" I mean, where are you going to go?

The wife said, "I'll see you, don't worry." Take care of the full moon, tell her I'll go first, wait for her to come back over there, this person who has been taking care of me, the car is about to drive, goodbye, Dongfang Yunle. “

Xiang Yao waved goodbye to me, and then got into the car, through the glass window, they looked at each other, Dongfang was stunned, and couldn't speak for a while.

The car started, Dongfang cried, and chased desperately in the direction of the car. Tears flowed uncontrollably, and Dongfang shouted towards the glass window, "Goodbye, Xiang Yao." I miss you so much, Yaoyao...... Goodbye!"

During that time, the East was confused.

Xiang Yao's personality is gone!I don't know why?

Dongfang thought for a long time, did she know something, or did she see something?

There is no answer.

And no one could tell him. And her other personality also collapsed!

He thought that maybe they were each other's compliments!

Xiang Yao is the rising star who yearns for life dreams and disdains struggle, the golden full moon is the vast sea that devours light and darkness and can still move forward with his heart, do you have the courage to take another step forward, no matter what kind of darkness you are in, no matter what you want to change you, no matter what thorns lie ahead......

I hope it gives you courage, there is the sea to the east, and the stars to the south!

(End of book)

postscript

Writing this, I actually didn't think about it that much. I wrote frantically for 65 days without an outline or story structure, and I can't say how good it is, but I finished it.

Tomorrow is my idol's birthday.,It's a vow I made a month ago.,Now,I'm done (I swear that there are no eunuchs.,Although there are still a lot of imperfections.,But,This word count is really my limit.,It's a bit of that when I'm writing!But the work is too bad.,I'm embarrassed to find the editor to modify the place in front of it.,I heard that the published chapter needs to be notified to the editor to modify.,Think about it.)。 Just die on the road. Wait until I really have something to show my hand and then @ my male god.

I love to write, it's true, it's true that I can't write decent things, I didn't pass the trial in Jinjiang last year, and this year I'm a starting point. It's kind of flattened. I don't have any readers, and I guess the only editor in charge of me can see here! I apologize for your gnashing of my teeth, and say that next time I will try to make the article more smooth and logical. I'll write more next time.

I love to write, and I can't write casually. Right!

To be precise, idols are more motivated. It is said that liking can resist all difficulties. I believe it, and I also resist the first difficulty, the beginning is difficult! Tell me about my idol, his name is Meng Hetang. Tomorrow he has a birthday, tomorrow he will be 32 years old, and he will talk about cross talk for ten years! or more, I haven't checked. I'm a new fan this year. I have known him since 18 years of "Cross Talk with Newcomers". At that time, I felt that he was still far from the championship in my heart. willfully feels that it is shady for him to win the championship. Looking at it now, I will sign in to his super talk every day, give him a list on WeChat every day, and listen to his cross talk every day to sleep. My change is from a cross talk they cooperated with Yibo in an issue of "Everyday Upward" in the second half of last year, not to say how good it was, but that clean smile moved me in an instant. His smile really warmed me. On and off the stage, as long as you see a photo of him smiling, the corners of his mouth will rise...... Maybe because of his profession, it's never just the jokes that will fascinate people, but the temperament and character of the person can be seen from that detail.

It seems a bit arbitrary. I'll admit that what I'm saying is what I see, and I don't know if it's true. There is no need to know that what he loves and what he should love are the works he presented on stage.

Today is April 25, 2020. It was very important to me, and it was the day my first part was finished, and I finished it anyway. I'm going to work harder until I can earn enough money to go to Meng Ge's show with this ability! Okay, I'll work harder! Perhaps, the only person who can see this chapter is the editor who reviewed the manuscript for me!

It's okay, it's shy to say these things.

Well, I wish I won't pounce so badly next time. I wish me to be able to go to the scene to see Brother Meng as soon as possible, and I wish Brother Meng a happy birthday.

I wish I can become a god in ten years like my brother Meng......

The last wordy from a novice author of an online article who has no readers.

(Written on April 25, 2020.) I don't know when it will be published! See for the next work)