Naturally, they slept together at night.

A big bed room, after a long day of traveling and driving, Zhou Jiyou was tired, so she took a shower first, and when Shen Feibai was washed, she was already shrunk in the quilt and fell asleep.

People who fall into a deep sleep are particularly well-behaved, with only a palm-sized face exposed, shallow breathing, and quiet.

[It's beautiful.] 】

Her soft laughter kept circling in his mind, and his forehead was a little hot, and he let out a low sigh.

It's like a dream, but it's clear that it's not a dream. Because, in the past, even in dreams, I could not reach such a natural and intimate Cheng dù as I am now.

The many surprises she brought him were like the tide of a river and the waves crashing on the shore, and it could not be calm for a long, long time.

He lifted the quilt lightly and lay down on the bed, turned off the light, turned sideways, and put his hand lightly on her waist.

A good night's sleep.

Zhou Jiyou's biological clock was neither early nor late, he just woke up at half past seven in the morning, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a pair of dark eyes.

"Early."

There was a blue stubble on her chin, and she reached out to touch it, hawthorny.

"Early." The corners of her mouth curled, and her gaze fell on the place where her fingers caressed, "You say, which grows faster beard or hair?" ”

Being asked a biological question early in the morning, Shen Feibai was somewhat caught off guard: "...... Beard. ”

Zhou Jiyou said like a student: "Why? ”

Shen Feibai wanted to laugh, but seeing her rigorous study, her cheeks tensed, and she replied seriously: "The blood vessels that supply the growth of the beard are more abundant than the blood vessels at the root of the hair, and it is easier to get nutrients, coupled with the stimulation of androgens, the beard will naturally grow faster than the hair." ”

"Oh......" Zhou Jiyou's tone was light, but she was convinced, she was also a science student, whether it was academic performance or knowledge reserves, she had never been able to compare with him.

She pinched his chin, "Eh, I ask you." ”

"Hmm." His hand around her waist slid lightly over the thin garment, trying to touch it, and kept restrained.

"Do you like broadcasting?" You don't have to be in China Media to come to Beijing, obviously ...... There are so many ways to go.

Even if the hotel room looks clean on the surface, the strange feeling of knowing it still can't be eliminated.

In an unfamiliar environment, between the two pillows, even the air seems to be mixed with a faint smell of zài.

Zhou Jiyou subconsciously held his breath and stared at him intently.

Shen Feibai didn't move at first, but after a few seconds, he suddenly changed from lying on his side to lying flat, with his arms resting behind his head, looking at the snow-white ceiling, as if in contemplation.

She propped her elbows on the head of the bed, rested her cheeks, raised her perspective and continued to stare at him, repeating, "Do you like it?" ”

In fact, what she wants to ask most is: Do you regret it? Do you think you've chosen the right path?

She could feel that he had been constantly overcoming difficulties, trying to adapt to the rules of the industry, and trying to make changes. But was this change what he was looking forward to from the bottom of his heart?

He glanced over to her, and suddenly a hand behind his head reached out, passed through her neck, and pulled it inward on her shoulder.

She was taken into his arms by him, her cheeks pressed against his warm collarbone through a layer of fabric, and lay on his chest.

He put his arm around her and paused slightly, as if the answer was after thinking: "I am now in a clear career direction. As for liking it or not, all I can say is, I don't hate it. ”

The hotel is located in a bustling city, and the windows are facing the road, and even if the windows and doors are closed, the poor soundproofing cannot stop the continuous noise of the traffic.

But unexpectedly, Zhou Jiyou felt that the whole room was surprisingly quiet, and she could hear her heart pounding.

"That'...... What is your career direction? She asked.

Shen Feibai stroked her hair, "At this stage, do your job well and don't make any mistakes." ”

"Gone?"

"It's gone."

Zhou Jiyou rubbed on his neck, "You are really ......" She was speechless, sighed lightly, and shrunk into his arms, "What about the future, what is the next stage of career direction?" ”

"It's not decided yet, it depends on the situation." He looked at her with his eyelids down, "Do you think I'm not ambitious?" ”

Zhou Jiyou didn't say a word.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead with his lips, "Huh? A low question.

Zhou Jiyou's lips were tightly closed, the corners of his mouth twitched to the side, and said, "No." ”

He didn't say anything.

"You're not without ambitions." She hugged him firmly, "You are one step at a time, down-to-earth, and have no ambitions." ”

Her voice was very soft, every syllable was spoken slowly, Shen Feibai's heart was like a deep quiet night sky, every time she fell a word, his heart lit up with a star.

"Praise me?" He chuckled.

Zhou Jiyou closed his eyes and did not answer.

If she is not ambitious, she likes those who are not ambitious.

***

After getting up and packing up, the two returned to the South Bus Station again. I bought a ticket, waited for the bus, and finally got on the bus back to Ciling Town.

The driver stopped and stopped, but whenever someone waved on the side of the road, he would stop the car and shout in dialect: "The car behind comes, the car in front runs." I'll run! ”

Zhou Jiyou didn't understand.

Five miles of different tones, ten miles of different tones, since the age of fourteen, she has not come to Anhui once, not to mention that she has long forgotten the dialect tone of Ciling Town, even if she remembers, compared with another country accent of the driver's master, it will still be as difficult as listening to a foreign language.

"What's wrong?" Shen Feibai inadvertently saw her frown slightly, her lips pursed a small height.

Zhou Jiyou's eyes rolled and squinted at him, and Nunu's mouth pointed to the left front: "Do you understand what he says, it seems to be Japanese." ”

Shen Feibai shook his head, he also had difficulty hearing.

"How long have you not been back?" Zhou Jiyou asked again.

He narrowed his eyes and thought, "The last time I went back was the year before last. ”

Her heart moved: "What other relatives do you have here?" ”

"All my relatives are here, most of them are my mother."

Zhou Jiyou nodded thoughtfully: "Oh." ”

Spread out her left palm, grab her left hand with her right hand and put it in the palm of her hand, half gripping, "What are you thinking?" ”

She glanced at him and pursed her lower lip, "Shall we go back and meet them?" ”

He raised his eyebrows, as if to see something: "You don't want to see it?" ”

"It's not." He looked at him quietly, and she took a light breath, "It's just a little weird." ”

"Then I won't see you for a while." He didn't ask her what was wrong, he followed her and said, "Just go back and see grandma." ”

Grandma Shen...... Zhou Jiyou's heart bumped, and after a while, he spit out the breath that was stuffed in his chest, and said slowly: "Forget it, let's see it." ”

There is a kind of determination to go to the guillotine.

Shen Feibai pinched along her fingertips one by one, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly: "Xiaoyou." ”

Zhou Jiyou looked at him with a strained face.

A smile crossed his eyes: "You don't have to be too nervous. ”

“…… Who is nervous. She tilted her face to the side and turned to the window.

The glass windows are covered with a layer of gray stains, reflecting the blurred image of the inside of the carriage. She found herself in it, like an unclear mirror, flickering.

"Okay, it's not that you're nervous, it's that I'm too nervous." There was a hint of coaxing in his clear voice.

Zhou Jiyou was inexplicably a little hot. His left hand was held by him, and he pinched him twice with two fingers.

His eyes were lowered, he looked at the backs of their hands that were obviously contrasting with their skin tones, and whispered, "I'm really a little nervous." ”

Zhou Jiyou turned his head to look at him, a little surprised: "Are you cowardly in your hometown?" ”

He looked up at her and smiled silently.

Zhou Jiyou felt that a trace of affection that could not be dissolved gradually gathered in his eyes.

So, what the hell is he nervous about?

From the city to the town, from the tall building to the field, when there is nothing to say to each other, she just stares out the window all the way.

After more than an hour of bumps, Ciling Town arrived.

The driver applied the brakes and dropped them to the side of the road.

The bus drove away, leaving behind a long trail of exhaust fumes.

After nine years, Zhou Jiyou stood on the slightly backward streets of Ciling Town for the second time.

Memories overlap with those in front of you, and this place doesn't seem to have changed much.

Grandma Shen's cemetery is on the mountain, and there is still a short distance from the town to the foot of the mountain.

The kind of electric tricycle wrapped in iron sheets was parked on the streets of the bustling town, and Shen Feibai spoke the local dialect, Zhou Jiyou was slightly surprised - he could still speak, and she could still roughly understand it......

As soon as I negotiated the price with the owner of one of the small three-wheeled vehicles, an overjoyed female voice suddenly came from far to near from the other side of the street: "Feifei, isn't it Feifei?" Auntie didn't admit that she was wrong, right? ”