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Fortunately, Dong Rina had been supporting Ling Yang, leaning on Ling Yang's body with half of her body to prevent him from falling, and after a while, Ling Yang regained his strength. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After listening to Dong Ri Na say a decisive word to the boy, Ling Yang deeply understood that he was being pitted by Dong Ri Na as a prop boyfriend.

Ling Yang sighed and put aside the wonderful feeling just now, and began to repent of his failed life. Ling Yang gritted his teeth with hatred for Qin Lu who had pushed him into the whirlpool of trouble at the beginning, if it weren't for Qin Lu's wishful thinking to impose this God knows how difficult this task is, where would he know so many inexplicable people and give birth to so many inexplicable things.

However, Ling Yang's regret was obviously too late, and he could only show a smile that was more ugly than crying, and he barely bothered to explain to the boy: "I said that I don't know her at all, do you believe it?" ”

Although Ling Yang rarely told the truth, but in this kind of occasion and atmosphere, it was naturally listened to as a lie by the boy, the boy's face was full of helplessness and sadness, and the pimples on the wing of his nose were red, like a trapped little beast: "Nana, I believe what he said, I want you to tell me in person, what he said is true." ”

"Of course what he said is false." Dong Ri Na ruthlessly punctured the last struggling bubble in the boy's heart, and pulled Ling Yang's arm tighter. Leng Ran said: "I am very happy and satisfied now. My boyfriend has a villa, has a luxury car, gives me endless money to spend, and takes me on trips to Bali and the Maldives. What about you, what can you give me? Take me to struggle on the poverty line in this small county? Or go back to farming in the ravine of your hometown? ”

Ling Yang hurriedly explained: "Good brother, don't listen to this Mongolian girl's nonsense, I don't know which planet Bali is on, I'm not a local tyrant, I don't have a house, I sleep on the street every night, and I rent a car for forty yuan a day......"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe what you say, I don't believe that you are this kind of woman!" The boy took Ling Yang as air, and screamed bitterly at Dong Rina, "Have you forgotten the promise you gave me? You said you were going to marry me, have a bunch of children, make dinner at home and wait for me to come back. Nana, listen to me, I really can't lose you, I know I'm not in a good financial situation right now, but I'm still young, I'll work hard......"

"Enough!" A touch of distress flashed in Dong Rina's eyes, but she pretended to be impatient to interrupt the boy's affectionate confession: "Poor couples mourn everything, love can't be eaten, and love can't be exchanged for a comfortable life and beautiful luxuries." I have made it very clear to you, I am this kind of woman, I will follow whoever has money, please don't come to disturb our lives in the future! ”

"Fart!" Ling Yang suddenly withdrew his arm from Dong Rina's hand, jumped to his feet and scolded in a gaffe: "All those words you said are farts!" What's wrong with running out of money? What's wrong with being poor? I tell you that the poor also have the dignity of the poor! Poor people have dreams, too! Only the poor know how to work hard! Three poor and three rich will be poor for a lifetime! ”

Ignoring the two who were already stunned, Ling Yang snorted angrily and got back into the car and started the car, and left resolutely after throwing down a sentence through the window: "I Qian Duoduo looks down on women like you the most, let's two, it's over!" ”

Lingyang afterburner gave oil, and soared a long distance in one go. There is no complete dividing line between late autumn and early winter in the north, and the sky first falls with scattered rain, gradually mixed with small snowflakes, and finally becomes the first snow of the year, falling on Ling Yang's face along the gap in the car window.

"It's snowing!" Ling Yang unconsciously stopped the car, just in time to see a sky blue, engraved with strange tassel patterns erected at the mouth of an inconspicuous alley on the side of the road, the picture is like black and white film depicting the image of a musician playing the guitar, bored Ling Yang pulled out the car key, stepped on a thin layer of snow that did not have time to melt, and walked towards the alley along the direction pointed by the arrow on the signboard.

The two sides of the alley are planted with tall northern plane trees, and the fallen leaves are not cleaned, but a path is artificially stepped in the middle, and the branches of the trees are pricked, and the bare canopy of the trees crosses the terrazzo walls on both sides, and the coarse gravel is exposed on the many green bricks on the walls, which are full of traces of time.

At the end of the alley, a red glazed tile-roofed bungalow is the video store that the signboard refers to, and the video store has a nice name, called Snow Falls Silently. Ling Yang pushed open the sky-blue painted door, and a crisp wind chime sounded, and an electronic parrot above the door kept repeating the greeting words of "welcome" under the touch of the door knocker.

There are only a few sparse customers in the store, who seem to be regular customers, and they don't need to be greeted by the owner, so they choose their favorite CDs, plug them into the public CD player to listen to them, and hum along with their headphones on their faces full of intoxication. A large pile of discs is messily scattered on an old-fashioned foot-operated sewing machine, and anyone can choose from it.

The owner of the shop is a middle-aged woman, wearing a loose butterfly-sleeved knitted sweater and jeans, wearing light makeup, sometimes taking a sip of hot orange juice from a glass, looking at the falling snow flakes outside the window in a daze, playing with an old cassette tape in her hand, and looking quiet. Seeing that Ling Yang was a new customer for the first time, the owner smiled and greeted in a flat tone, signaling that there was a coffee machine full of free hot coffee in the corner of the shelf, and then continued to look out the window.

Ling Yang held a paper cup full of warm coffee and looked at the environment of the store.

Ling Yang was almost certain that the owner of the shop was very fond of blue, because every part of the shop was painted a beautiful sky blue, only the milky white floor was ground to the true color of the logs, and the broken corners were carefully filled with firewood crumbs that smelled of diesel and then smoothly inlaid into a clear piece of adhesive tape. The store is full of nostalgia, with old-fashioned black-and-white televisions and cassette recorders, shelves on the walls filled with glass beads, tin frogs, large rolls of empty boxes and other small items, and large photographs and posters hanging on the walls, all of which are the protagonists of the owner's youth.

Yellowed curly photographs are carefully embedded in wooden frames, some of the shopkeepers wearing red scarves and three bars, some dancing rubber bands on the playground, and when they are older, they sit in the classroom studying, or flip through a plastic notebook plastered with pictures of celebrities with lyrics copied on them, and there is no trace of PS. In the center, an old poster shows five energetic young people with guitars on their backs or drumsticks, like a rock band, with the only female lead singer, the owner holding a microphone in her hand, and the other four male members with long hair and shoulders and clear eyes.

Ling Yang, who had played in the band in the police academy, suddenly felt like a stranger, carefully rubbed these memories of the 80s, slowed down, took a sip of fragrant coffee in a paper cup, and his mind had flown back to his youthful era, and he was full of emotion for a while. In such a shop, breathing in the air of freedom and nostalgia, ignoring the snow flakes blowing outside the window and the train whizzing by on the roof viaduct, nothing can be delayed.

Approaching a roof shelf, Ling Yang pulled out a CD of gun flowers from the shelf, the original foreign disc had a thick and delicate and gorgeous packaging box, which was printed with English and motorcycle patterns, so a narrow gap appeared on the shelf, and you could look at the opposite side.

What Ling Yang didn't know was that just two years ago when the first snow fell, also in front of this shelf, a boy in oily overalls also pulled out this CD like him, and saw a beautiful girl at the other end of the shelf through the gap, the girl has a bright smile and clear eyes, just graduated from the county normal secondary school and has no fixed residence, and applied to live in this store temporarily, although there is only a meager salary and free hot coffee, but it is a very rare place for girls who are alone. Because the work is very easy, as long as the discs are sorted regularly, the lazy shopkeeper provides the girl with clean beds and food, as well as a warm sense of security.

That year, the girl named Wintera was just twenty years old, the age when she was full of longing for love, and soon developed a love for the boy who loved the German chariot, and that innocent love had nothing to do with money, fame, or status, as long as they had a heart-to-heart relationship.

Dong Rina, who lived alone in the county town, soon regarded the boy as a relative, as her only spiritual support in a foreign place, until a terrible white disaster froze to death all the cattle and sheep grazed by Dong Rina's father in Inner Mongolia. At that time, the boy took out all his hard-earned savings to help Dong Rina's father, but the pitiful money was not enough for the rough Mongolian man to drink liquor for half a month, so Dong Ri Na secretly decided to work hard to make money, put an end to the helpless life of poverty alleviation, and finally applied for a job at Kexin Kindergarten under the introduction of the owner, and after sacrificing some precious things, he became the backbone teacher of this aristocratic nursery, earning a good annual salary and living a rich petty bourgeois life.

From that point on, the word love eventually became a luxury that Dongna could not reach.

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