When Gong Moliang parked the car steadily, Fei Fei'er, who got out of the car directly, did not ask for his opinion, and directly picked up the AKM in his hand and headed towards the jeep that overturned out of control because of the loss of the driver.

It is said that the girl in this life was an angel with broken wings in her last life, looking at Fei Fei'er, who immediately stood in front of the three of them with a horizontal knife, the domineering spirit that overlooked the audience made Gong Moliang feel that her previous generation was afraid that her wings would be broken.

Not surprisingly, the jeep was directly reduced to ashes in the loud bang under the fierce fire of the three people.

And the two passengers on the car, who didn't have time to get off, were also directly smashed into numbers and recorded in the upper right corner of Feifei'er.

"Hmph, let's see if you dare to underestimate me." Fei Fei'er said defiantly.

Gong Moliang, who already knew how to deal with girls, chose to be silent is golden, and Song Yijie, who has always been sharp-tongued, did not answer after realizing the horror of a woman's mouth all over his body.

A slap did not make a sound, and the heroic Feifei'er had no idea of pursuing after seeing that no one was fighting. After all, these two heads are still the result of the concerted efforts of the three of them, but they were lucky enough to detonate the jeep with the last shuttle bullet.

The three of them silently picked up the loot, and for a while there was a little coldness.

Gong Moliang has nothing to say, Song Yijie doesn't dare to say anything, and Feifei'er doesn't know how to say it.

When everyone regrouped and consciously walked back to the car, Fei Fei'er, as a popular anchor on the front line, had her self-regulation ability at work, and her pleasant voice once again broke the tranquility.

"Are you still here after this game?" Fei Fei'er looked at the wall clock behind her and asked.

Song Yijie, who reacted at this time, turned his head to look out of the window of the dormitory, and in the dark night, only the street lamps on the campus were still illuminating the road under his feet.

"Oops, it's almost ten o'clock if you're not careful, and our school will turn off the lights and power after half past ten, I'm afraid we can't fight anymore."

Fei Fei'er, as a person who has come over, has of course had such an experience when she asked, "Almost, we were stricter than you at that time, it was half past nine in summer and ten o'clock in winter. For this reason, we have also protested en masse. ”

This kind of conversation about the school days is often enduring, because it is the last time in life to have a simple chance. A wall divides the inside and outside of the wall into two worlds, and once you walk out of that school gate without looking back, a truly complete world officially accepts your existence.

Fei Fei'er is getting farther and farther away from her college days, while Gong Moliang and Song Yijie are just beginning to enjoy a carefree college career.

The experiences we share with each other are perfect as a topic to break through the boredom.

"Collective protests?" Song Yijie also opened the conversation, "Last winter, we personally experienced a collective protest. ”

"Oh, how, exactly?" Fei Fei'er asked curiously.

Being able to have a direct dialogue with the goddess in his mind, Song Yijie cherishes it very much, "If you can describe it in a few words, it is very cool and violent." At that time, we were all freshmen who had just started, and what the teacher told us to do, we did it in a proper manner, so that we could go east and never west, and let ......."

Fei Fei'er was still listening patiently, but Gong Moliang on the side didn't have any psychological burden to remind, "To get to the point, this is not a seminar in the class, and no one wants to listen to you." ”

Song Yijie, who couldn't help it, reined in, "I'm sorry, I've been with you for so long, and I'm still a little excited." ”

Fei Fei'er is also a person who doesn't pretend to be a problem, and the complaints in front of her have also become indifferent in the steady journey.

"Thank you for your support, if it weren't for you and all the viewers in the live broadcast room, I might have given up the road of live broadcast a long time ago."

No one can succeed casually, from Fei Fei'er's seemingly insipid words, Gong Moliang and Song Yijie, including the audience in the whole live broadcast room, suddenly understood that this girl in her early 20s was not as easy as she seemed.

At this moment, Gong Moliang listened to Song Yijie and Feifei'er talking about throwing hot water bottles downstairs in the boys' dormitory last year to protest against the premature power cut, but remembered another story.

In that story, the protagonist is a clown, a clown who laughs and laughs all day long.

One day, the clown lost his center of gravity and fell off the stage due to an accident. The clown, whose face was covered with blood and had knocked out his teeth, finally couldn't help but shed tears, but all the audience just laughed and praised the clown's realistic acting skills, and no one stepped forward to ask, let alone comfort. There was only a little girl, tugging on her mother's sleeve and asking softly, "Mom, is the clown crying?" ”

Gradually, Gong Moliang woke up from his fantasy. The scars on his body are gone, and the audience who bumped into their neighbors, relatives and friends are gone, and the only one who has read himself, comforted himself to endure it, and waited until he went to college to be free to get on the plane, at this moment, he must have forgotten his childhood playmate.

Gong Moliang muttered softly, "It's a pity that no one heard the little girl's words, no." ”

Song Yijie, who was talking boastfully, happened to pause to sort out his thoughts, and was about to tell Feifei'er all the jokes that he had been saving up in his stomach for an unknown time, but he happened to hear Gong Moliang's voice, but he didn't hear the specific content clearly.

"Mo Liang, did you just say something?"

Gong Moliang's brows, which had been tightly locked, completely stretched out after saying this, "I thought about it, there are some things that others will never know if you don't say them." ”

"What the hell are you talking about, the bull's head is not in the horse's mouth, to be clear."

Gong Moliang motioned to Song Yijie to close the microphone first, and then said, "I think about it, your opinion is right." ”

In a few simple words, Song Yijie felt that compared to the communication between him and Feifei'er just now, it was more refreshing, and every pore was breathing freely all over his body.

"Are you sure? There are some things to think about, and I hope your answer is well thought out, not completely bewitched by me. When the time comes, you will be beaten up at home, but don't come to me to ask for a refund. ”

Gong Moliang was inspired by Fei Fei'er, a girl can still fight for her own ideals, why waste her years, always like a marionette, living like a walking corpse under the careful arrangement of others.

Song Yijie is right, filial piety is not blind obedience, he has been a child of "other people's family" for a full eighteen years, and at this moment, Gong Moliang wants to be a child of "his own family" again.

"I want to be selfish and live for myself." Gong Moliang said seriously.

Although excited, Song Yijie pretended to nod his head with strong self-control, "That's good, follow your heart, it's right." Don't worry, since I am guiding you on this road, I will accompany you through the ups and downs on the road in the future. ”

Gong Moliang and Song Yijie glanced at each other, and suddenly said with a smile, "Why do I think you look like a girl." ”

Song Yijie, who couldn't enter Gong Moliang's inner world, of course didn't know the true meaning of Gong Moliang's words, and thought that it was his own sensationalism that made Gong Moliang have disgusting thoughts.

"I warn you, we are brothers, we will be all our lives, don't have those inexplicable ideas."

Gong Moliang turned his head with retching movements, and at the moment when the two of them were back to back, he said silently, "How long is a lifetime?" ”

Looking out the window, a red-glowing airplane pierced the sky.

(It's about to reach a small climax, I hope you can support a lot!) ）