She saw a row of more than a dozen iconic buildings erected in the grassy woods on the right side of the road, due to the wind and rain experienced for nearly 20 years, these iron-colored buildings more than ten meters high as a whole are dark gray, and the top is huge. Chinese. The rust of the word is not much different from the color of its surface itself.

Xu Tiantian remembers that there were these vertical rows of buildings more than ten years ago, and the speed of the car was very slow at that time, and it was necessary to drive the car to the ferry from Jiangbei to Jiangnan, and walking here meant that the car took half an hour.

Jinling Yangtze River Second Bridge is not far ahead, this huge white bridge across the Yangtze River, a straight iron cable hundreds of meters long. Straight. Insert. Enter. The towering piers in the river are fixed on both sides of the bridge deck.

At this time, the speed of the car has dropped significantly, and a large number of cars have crossed the top of the three-lane bridge in the opposite direction on the right side of the green belt, which is made of stone piers on the vast river.

Driving down the thousands of meters of smooth road should be very exciting, Zhu Jia is also looking at the vast world under the blue sky, and his mind is much brighter by this vast human momentum.

"You're a native of Ning County." Xu Tiantian suddenly asked calmly.

He didn't expect her to talk to him, and paused for two seconds before looking over.

Tian Tian even wondered if she was doing it again, she quickly withdrew her gaze, pretending that nothing had happened, and her expression returned to a cold expression that didn't matter to herself, looking ahead.

"Yes." He was sure she wasn't voice chatting with a friend, and continued, "You look like you're in college, right?" Zhu Jia still maintained a sideways tilt of his head, looking at her with a smile.

The embarrassment in her heart completely disappeared when he spoke, and when she looked over, she could still see that his expression was like a calm lake, making her think that this person was a very handsome but honest boy.

"You are an undergraduate in Jinling, what about you?" She glanced at him, as if she rolled her eyes slightly, and then looked at the road ahead thinking about the white line of the lane that the car had struck rapidly.

"Just graduated, already working". As he spoke, there were cars passing by in the opposite lane. Stream and the roar of the rushing noise.

He looks like he has just graduated from college, but the expression between his eyebrows seems to have gone through more educational careers, and he is quite mature and stable.

She nodded, feeling that there was nothing to talk about, and by this time the bus was approaching the top of the bridge, and the sun had just shone through a few rays of white clouds on the glass surface of the white watch on her left hand. Slanting. Shoot. In Zhu Jia's eyes, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it.

When she looked to the right again, she was buried deep in the small black umbrella again, and the black and gray schoolbag was on her lap. I couldn't see any of her movements anymore.

He leaned back in the seat behind him, and the car was speeding down, and in front of him was an endless wilderness plain, and in the vast plain deep in the dense forest were dozens of small three-story buildings, and he did not see a single figure around the village.

In the large river stream outside the window on the left, more than a dozen long-distance transport ships slowly moved in the direction of the sun.

In the heaven and earth, he still saw the white smoke in several chimneys tens of meters high and the faintly gray white clouds in the sky connected together, hazy for half the sky.

The space of the small black umbrella with her slender hands in the powder. Hue. The iPhone screen swiped slightly, swaying with the car, and still didn't make her dizzy.

In the circle of friends, Yanran: Meet Boston Blue on the banks of Charles River / Chat with Harvard / Meet some happy N.B.A.@ at TD Garden. B.oston。

The sky is blue without a trace of clouds, and the exotic street is composed of nine grid pictures.

She remembered that she was going home this time and was trapped in this small Jiangbei city that didn't even have a train.

'The wind of the waves, blowing gently, the blue water, blowing us...'

Cheerful background music lingered in this carriage, and she seemed to be transported into those teenage years.

The car turned from the main road of Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway to the Jiangbei branch line, and the sunlight had left a white shadow on her cyan jeans from the left side of the car.

She put away her umbrella and looked at the deciduous trees on the road on the right side of the road and quickly retreated behind the car.

When she looked around again in front of the car, the plain on the left side was full of gold. Yellow. Hue. The deep green of the rice paddies and the ridges of the fields are intertwined and stretch into the distance that cannot be seen on the horizon.