Chapter 3: Wildness

This question came out at a moment's notice, and the rain outside the car suddenly intensified.

The raindrops that slapped against the windows of the car were sonorous and powerful, like a dull drum beat hitting the drum surface.

Lao Wang, who was sitting in the driver's seat in the front row, turned on the wall lamp in the car, and at the same time turned back to the man sitting next to Wen Jiang and said: "The rain is so heavy and the temperature is low, the road is likely to freeze when the rain stops in the second half of the night." This section of the road is surrounded by canyons on both sides, which is not safe, so it is better to stay overnight. ”

Everyone in the car is waiting for the same person to make a decision.

The two words of the person sitting in the passenger seat and the substitute driver Lao Wang made Wen Jiang understand who was the master of the car.

Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at the man with the mask on her side, his still, heavy eyes barely fluctuating.

As soon as the wall lamp was turned on, the eyebrows and eyes that he had printed into her pupils became clearer.

The eyebrows are sharp.

The corners of the eyes are narrow.

The jacket was ajar, revealing his sleek collarbones, and at a glance, one would naturally think of what kind of well-defined body was under the fabric.

There are many kinds of men.

What Wen Jiang smelled from this strange man was wildness.

Though he is quiet, though he is as peaceful as a still stream.

His sense of existence was too strong, and Wen Jiang could only think of one word - undercurrent.

***

Wen Jiang continued to trace the man's silhouette with his afterglow without a trace, and soon heard a calm and clear voice coming from his side: "Cheng Fang." ”

The man sitting in the passenger seat who was called looked back: "Brother Han." ”

The voice continued, "Stop and look, don't go." ”

**

The umbrella smeared a small piece of water stains on the carpet in the car, and Wen Jiang subconsciously picked up the umbrella and prepared to move the ground.

I had chartered a car before, and I had just been dropped off halfway.

I just got in the car at this time, and I have to get out of the car again.

This day's itinerary is a bit uneventful.

Wen Jiang was not displeased, the man named Cheng Fang got out of the car and took a few steps into the inn, and she and the driver Lao Wang also walked to the eaves of the inn to hide from the rain.

Only the man, also holding a black folding umbrella, got out of the car, but stood alone in the rain next to the car and did not approach the inn.

Wen Jiang's gaze subconsciously followed his long figure.

This time, it wasn't because I was looking at him, but because I was looking at the umbrella he was holding in his hand.

The black umbrella was exactly the same as the one she was holding at the moment.

She frowned slightly, for this coincidence.

When she set out from the city of N, she didn't have much luggage, and this umbrella was one of them.

Moving around, she needed an umbrella to shelter her from the elements.

This umbrella is not a bad street style, it is one of the props she used to make a short film a few years ago, and it is a special contribution for that film.

Because she liked it, after the filming was over, she stayed, and she stayed for four years.

It stands to reason that this umbrella is unlikely to be circulated in the market.

***

Wen Jiang's thoughts didn't run far.

After a while, Cheng Fang came out and told Lao Wang: "Brother Wang, the boss has a strong dialect accent, and I can't understand it very well, please go and communicate." ”

Lao Wang smiled: "Like a foreign language, can't you?" ”

He pulled off his heavy leather coat neatly, waved his hand in, and stood in place with Wen Jiang in another way.

As soon as Lao Wang left, Cheng Fang said cautiously: "I've made you wait for a long time, and I'm sorry for not leaving." ”

Wen Jiang turned his head slightly, and picked up the glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose with his fingers: "You help me, I still pick, my face will grow so big?" ”

Cheng Fang smiled and bumped into her straightforward and indifferent eyes: "What's your name?" ”

Wen Jiang said, "Wen Yu." A handful of grass grows on the balance of balance. ”

Cheng Fang glanced at the back of her neck under her baseball cap, her hair was so short that he had hardly seen that length on a woman, and the image of this woman was a little cool like words coming out of her mouth.

He exchanged messages: "I am Cheng Fang, Cheng of Engineering, and Open Fang." ”

Smelling Jiang's hum, he raised his jaw and asked, "What about that man?" ”

Cheng Fang looked at her playfully: "Have you taken a fancy to my brother?" ”

Wen Jiang answered: "Also surnamed Cheng?" ”

Cheng Fang narrowed his eyes: "No." It's my brother and my boss. The surname is Lu. ”

Cheng Fang had reservations, but Wen Jiang didn't ask to the end.

She only asked Cheng Fang: "Standing outside in the rain with an umbrella, your boss has a habit of doing?" ”

Cheng Fang: "......"

He froze for a few seconds, then couldn't help laughing until he convulsed.

He has followed Lu Shihan for many years, and it is the first time he has seen someone use the word "work" on Lu Shihan.

This section of the road to Seda, I'm afraid it will never be boring again.

***

The two stood for a while, and Lao Wang came out of the inn and brought bad news: "The rooms in this shop are very simple. ”

Cheng Fang glanced at Wen Jiang, and then turned his gaze back to Lao Wang: "What kind of Cheng dù is so simple?" ”

Lao Wang scratched his head and felt that the situation was a little tricky: "The remaining two rooms that can accommodate people are all Chase Shops that have already occupied individual travelers. Shall we go, or shall we stay? ”

Cheng Fang didn't make a decision immediately, and asked Wen Jiang first: "Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder or something like cleanliness?" Tongpu, can you accept it? ”

Wen Jiang was indifferent, and his eyes were aimed at the "unsocial" man: "If he can, I don't need to be picky." ”

Cheng Fang looked at her quietly and smiled: "Brother Han doesn't pick, it seems that you have to do it." ”

Cheng Fang glanced at Lu Shihan in the distance, then at the driver Lao Wang, who was slightly wider and slightly rougher on his side, and then at the tall and slender "Wen Yu" beside him at the moment, thinking of the fact that the shop would cause "sharing the same bed", and smiled silently.

He accompanied Lu Shihan to the location many times, and this time the "popularity" was the most prosperous.