He always wears more than normal, and seeing that May Day is over, he also wears a cotton hat with a long brim sticking out.

"It's cold in the morning, and it's even colder in the suburbs. ”

"Hmm!" Bei Bei still smiled calmly, shallowly, she took him to a high-end restaurant for lunch, Peng Cheng would take off his dirty clothes at the door and throw them in the trunk of the motorcycle.

"What are you doing?" Bei Bei stared at him, Yuan didn't need to answer more, she knew him, and he was afraid that she would lose face.

"You put it on, it's all right. She reached out and straightened out his clothes, which were not very shabby, but had worked too much, and did not look like the clothes she usually wore.

"Daughter-in-law, I want to treat you to something. Peng Cheng went to take her hand and walked into the restaurant with her, he dragged her soft fingers back and forth, her boneless fingers were pinched into strange shapes, but there was no reflection at all, which made Peng Cheng more and more vigorous.

"No, I don't. She refused, which made people feel unpleasant: "If we can be together, you will have a chance in the future." ”

"We'll be together. Peng Cheng resolutely interrupted her words, lowered his head and unwrapped the plastic packaging of the dinner plate and quilt.

"Hmm!"

She smiled calmly again, laughing so much that people were scared, Peng Cheng glanced at it, and said with palpitations: "Then I want to invite you too." It was almost a struggle, and he waited straight for her response.

"Next time. ”

——

Peng Cheng dragged his tired body back, the roots and fruits of various plants were piled up all over the room, and there was a jerky smell of grass in the room. Xiang Nan was still fiddling with her phone in her big room, and he walked over and hugged her.

"Your clothes are buried, what's wrong with you, husband?"

This feels steady, so he doesn't really want to change his appearance, maybe Bei Bei found something today, but he also found something. Peng Cheng looked at Xiang Nan's empty eyes that only smiled, great, he didn't need to guess what she wanted to express, she looked at herself ignorantly, and then looked at her phone: "It's okay, daughter-in-law, are you tired from work today?"

"I'm not tired, what's wrong with you?" Thinking that Nan was really real, she looked at her phone again, she was never as fragile as Beibei, time passed, everything could be as if it didn't happen, and he didn't need to deliberately fix it.

He smiled helplessly, sat on the edge of the bed, and thought about the so-called life. The days with Bei Bei were like Infernal Affairs, Peng Cheng had tried everything to figure out what she thought, only to find out that it might be easier to understand her than to give up on her and give up the ideas he wanted to understand. Or for Xiang Nan, she may also be a character like Beibei, but she never thinks about it.

"How about the game?" Peng Cheng got up tiredly, he was very troubled, why everything was not the same as he imagined, he thought that simple and straightforward love would make people feel like a wonderful rest, he thought that he would be happy because he knew it well, but it turned out that it was really not, and he was still unhappy when he should have been happy.

"It's not bad, it's good. Xiang Nan still lowered his head and pinched his phone.

Peng Cheng suddenly stopped for some reason, what was wrong with him? He felt like he was passively about to give up something, which made him very painful.

"Well, that's good. He replied to her in a bewildered manner.

"Husband, I've thought about it, I've sold you for money, let's go back to your house, let your mother buy us a house, let's get married!"

"Uh-huh. ”

Peng Cheng didn't have the strength to think about his mother anymore, those were not so important. He was in a daze, he was so anxious that Bebe would show up, and now Bebe appeared, and Bebe said, "You leave her!" and he didn't seem to feel so good, but when he came back he didn't feel so good.

——

Your mind is a walled garden,even death cannot touch the flowers blooming there. (Your heart is like a hidden garden, and even death can't touch the flowers that bloom in it.) - Westworld

"Then tell me, what exactly should people insist on?"

"No one knows, until you even know for sure. ”

"Hah!" he smiled wryly at her, deliberately stretching his neck so that she could see his questioning, "Then tell me, what should I do?"

"Who can stop people from making mistakes!"

——

Peng Cheng buried himself in working with Xiaobao and Brother Suo everywhere, and many days have passed, and the days are like the pages behind the catalog, so thick that people are desperate. It was really hard, and it didn't start until sunset, taking advantage of the fact that everyone was asleep. He hadn't gone to Beibei, he felt that he couldn't tell Beibei, he hadn't even been able to convince himself, how could he make Beibei understand.

She also seemed to be a different person, maybe she would have come to him before, and he remembered her saying, "If I knew you didn't love me, I wouldn't have harassed you." She may never look for him again, Peng Cheng feels very down-to-earth, no matter how long he doesn't contact her, she won't call, she never, like there is no such person as him in this world.

Peng Cheng was still in a chaotic life, he never thought that it would be different at all. What he wanted was different from what he was getting, but he couldn't tell the difference, so he was no less distressed than anyone else. He thought it was because the quarrel with Xiangnan never stopped, so his days were often unpeaceful, but fortunately he found that even Bei Bei couldn't make him stop being confused, what the hell was going on.

"This stuff smells too big, you see this mess. Xiang Nan complained, she hated the branches and leaves, and she hated the little bag even more.

"Our family hasn't been set up before!" Peng Cheng lazily explained, he scooped the rice out of the pot with a spoon, and munched on the pickles, he was hungry.

"But I can't take it. Xiang Nan suddenly got angry, and she kicked the bag containing her so-called garbage twice.

Peng Cheng tilted his head and looked at the leaves in the bag that had fallen to the ground from above, walked over and picked them up and stuffed them inside, and a puff of dust rose into a vague shape like a mushroom cloud: "Then we can't make money?"

Xiang Nan covered his nose and said, "Can't you make other money?"

Peng Cheng stood up, looked at the girl's face with a tight brow, and smiled mischievously and comfortably: "Xiangnan, I don't have that much ability." ”

"Then you play mahjong. ”

Before he could really come to his senses, he stared at her face, dangerous and serious: "I won't gamble anymore." ”