Chapter 12: Helping to break the hotline

At the end of the ceremony, the onlookers dispersed.

Most of the people came by chartered car, and they also stuffed back to the original car for the return trip, and few drove themselves.

The wind in the wasteland kept blowing the prayer flags, and the gradually dimming blue pressed lower and lower.

Maybe it's going to change the sky.

Wen Jiang didn't move, and he didn't rush to leave.

Cheng Fang felt that he should be empathetic and make room for the two "old people" to speak, so he quickly evacuated.

Wen Jiang watched Cheng Fang's limbs swaying from behind him, and he was worried that this person would fall to the ground under intense exercise.

Cheng Fang's body language turned out to be quite rich.

Wen Jiang smiled.

After laughing, Wen Jiang kicked the stones under his feet casually, stretched out his arm vigorously, and said sideways: "It looks like it's scared, your people, you comfort and comfort." ”

Lu Shihan brought the mask that was still in his hand to Wen Jiang's eyes: "If you want to change the sky, go back." ”

Wen Jiang didn't care, and didn't answer: "It changes it." ”

Lu Shihan turned sideways and stopped, his eyes were dark with a sense of silent oppression: "Wen Jiang, people are willful and have to divide their time." ”

Wen Jiang frowned, after piercing this layer of paper, this person still likes to call her name.

With some threat, with some oppression, that voice sounds like a drug hooking people's souls.

The ears, which have been dry for a long time, are increasingly moisturized.

Wen Jiang violently stretched out his hand and pulled the mask that Lu Shihan hooked in his hand: "I don't know that there is a saying in this world, which is called joking and saying it casually?" ”

Lu Shihan let go of his hand and let her go: "There are no jokes in the world." ”

It's really not a good time.

Wen Jiang almost gritted his teeth: "Forget it, it's up to you." ”

She was carrying a backpack, ripping it off her shoulder at the moment, unzipping one side and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, plus a highland lighter that she had just purchased from outside the hotel.

Wen Jiang's movements were very large, and Lu Shihan glanced at her.

Wen Jiang threw the plateau lighter to him: "My hand hurts, help me light a fire." ”

Wen Jiang used the declarative sentence, seeing that Lu Shihan's fingers were pinched on the body of the lighter, and he pinched it very hard, Wen Jiang laughed again and took away the lighter: "Just kidding, if you don't smoke, I'll give it away." ”

She was going to give it to the driver who had brought her to the burial platform.

She said "depending on you", but in the blink of an eye, she still retaliated with a tooth for a tooth and made another joke.

Wen Jiang singer debuted, and the most protective thing is his voice.

Even if I haven't released a new song for many years and is far away from the music scene, this habit still can't be broken.

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Wen Jiang walked towards a middle-aged man in Tibetan clothes not far away, and Lu Shihan saw her pat the Tibetan man on the shoulder, his movements were heroic and rough.

Then she smiled like a brother and stuffed the cigarette and lighter into the Tibetan man's hand.

The two smiled and said a few words, Wen Jiang hugged someone, waved goodbye and walked in front of him.

Lu Shihan also took a new step and walked in the direction where the car was parked, Wen Jiang walked towards him, and when he came together, she asked casually: "Just now, your eyes are straight, have you taken a fancy to that Tibetan brother?" ”

She even intensified: "Bend? ”

Lu Shihan's steps did not stop, and his stride length did not change, only his dark and bright eyes gradually floated with different colors.

He knew that Wen Jiang could say more over-the-top words, and there were ways to make her stop, but there weren't many.

Continuing to walk side by side, Wen Jiang told him again: "A few years ago, I raised a moral pastor, called a kitten. ”

He sued her that the cat he had was called a puppy.

She now sues him for having a dog and a kitten.

Lu Shihan stopped, his eyes were deep, and he didn't say much: "Good name." ”

Wen Jiang also stopped: "Inspired by people." ”

The wind in the wasteland blew cold to the faces of the two of them.

While Lu Shihan was walking, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and his rough fingertips pressed on the side of Wen Jiang's lower lip: "It's dry and cracked, don't talk less." ”

Wen Jiang: "......"

She was touched by this, and she was honest.

***

It's exciting, but it's really close, and hesitating.

Wen Jiang felt that he was a little perverted.

***

Wen Jiang was taken back to the county seat by them.

When he got out of the car, Wen Jiang knocked on the glass of the passenger seat where Cheng Fang was sitting and handed him an envelope: "I'm quite narcissistic, I'll send you a few signed photos." ”

Cheng put down his consciousness and took it: "Do you get off the train and go to the station?" ”

He turned back to Lu Shihan and asked, "Brother, don't you know?" Let's go back too, aren't we together? ”

Wen Jiang took the initiative to smile and refused: "No, I still have a place to go, if I don't go home directly from here, we won't stop by." ”

Cheng Fang: "...... Then you should be safe on the road. ”

Wen Jiang waved her hand and motioned her to close the window, she didn't look at the back of the car again, turned around and walked towards the county seat.

Cheng Fang opened the envelope and pulled out the contents.

Not thick, not thin.

Where is the signed photo, it is clearly money.

There was also a note attached to it, and Cheng Fang stared at the words on it.

The note reads: fare, lodging, meals...... It's my part, thank you.

The handwriting is free and easy.

Cheng Fang turned the note over again, and wrote on the back as he expected: Do me a favor, give the note stuffed in the middle to your boss.

Cheng Fang, as Jiang said, found the note sandwiched in the middle of the pile of money.

Eleven digits are written on it, which is the length of the mobile phone number.

Cheng Fang swiped his own mobile phone and went down. That's right, it's Wen Jiang's mobile phone number.

Cheng Fang immediately turned around and handed the note to Lu Shihan: "Brother, Sister Wen gave it to you." ”

Lu Shihan took it.

There are eleven digits on it, and then there are five words: Help break the hotline.

He closed his eyes, and the moment he closed it slightly, what appeared in front of him was the appearance of Wen Jiang's flaming red lips in the scorching cold wind yesterday when he stood in front of the Wuming Buddhist Academy and asked Cheng Fang to take pictures.

The moment she opened her eyes, she patted the Tibetan man's shoulder casually, smiling wantonly and harmlessly, and her face was as bright as the spring sun.

He hooked his lips, and at the moment he couldn't make any other expression than laugh.