Chapter Eighty-Six: The Burning Years
There were seven or eight cars in front of the left lane near the middle fence, and there was a lane under construction on the road ahead, and the red light more than thirty meters away began to reverses backwards from 130 seconds.
She eats KFC chicken wings, holds a cup of Mengniu yogurt in her right hand, and takes a small sip from time to time. The little black umbrella was now fully propped up and placed in the space in front of her legs, the upper end was more than ten centimeters higher than her knee, and the sun shone on her left cheek through the not-so-clean glass.
When Zhu Jia looked over, her eyes were looking out the window, her eyes were big, she didn't know what she was looking at, her unfamiliar face was beautiful and moving, especially now that she was focused, and she didn't care that the boy next to her was looking at her, and she didn't even turn her eyes around.
It wasn't until after two traffic lights that the car finally turned into the tunnel on the right, the road was very narrow, there was only one lane, and on the right side of the road there was only a non-motorized lane of less than two meters.
Xu Tiantian noticed that the man's electric car was obviously shaking in the direction of the tunnel five or six meters high next to her when she turned around, and almost collapsed.
Under the windshield, there are two cylindrical teacup holes that were originally used to hold teacups, and from left to right, there are still empty cups of yogurt and cartons of pure yogurt.
Zhu Jia still remembers sitting in the first row two years ago, when a young man who went out to work in the aisle put used napkins in these holes, and was yelled at by the driver who came up to count the number of people.
Zhu Jia took a deep breath of the air in the car, and when the car was parked under an elevated highway with traffic lights in five directions, the sound of water waves reached his heart again.
His eyes noticed that there was a column of water with a height of more than ten centimeters in the middle of the two layers of glass on the left, and at this time, it was still shaking from side to side due to the waves just brought up, and a crisp sound like the ebb and flow of the tide echoed in his ears.
He felt that this moment was a little beautiful, so much so that when he breathed, he felt that he cherished the time.
The temperature was just right, and it was a sunny afternoon. He has regarded the girl next to him as his most important companion during the more than two hours of driving. I enjoyed the moment beside her.
I don't know when, when Zhu Jia came back to her senses and looked to the left again, she had already placed the umbrella in the center of the position of the two of them, and she buried it as she had when she first saw her.
He felt a little lost in his heart, and in the place that could not be surrounded under the umbrella, she was wearing a pair of blue baggy jeans, just a few centimeters above her knees. Leg. The position pressed against the seat is rolled up with the other half of the jeans.
She wore a pair of low-top casual shoes with white edges, dark blue faces, and white laces, and a pair of orange socks on her feet, a few centimeters above her ankles.
At. Socks. Margin. And in the middle of the jeans is her very sturdy. Small., legs.
She hid in that little black umbrella.
The sun was still shining brightly on him, and the hole above his head sprayed the cold air in his direction. I just want to fall one. Cluster. The fireball made him less resistant to the heat of the moment.
Time is in a hurry, and the stop-and-go of a traffic light dozens of meters away from the window has already been left behind him, and the TV hanging in a few seats behind him is broadcasting the episode of "Burning Years" in this movie review.
The melodious melody is like a lullaby gently. Wrap. Soft. In Xu Tiantian's mind, she remembered the various experiences of studying alone for so many years, and such efforts may also be to feel the glorious moment that belongs to her in this prosperous age.