But sometimes people are very strange, obviously the world is full of flowers, there are all kinds of unique and beautiful things. But they always like to divide the area, and whatever they like, they put them in a separate compartment.

Then everyone admires their favorite things alone in their own circles, and there is no room for different colors.

Han Jiazhi likes the nobility and elegance of classical music, and also likes the indulgence and freedom of pop music. So she doesn't belong to any grid, and no circle will accept her.

Because their rule is to like only one or the other.

In the previous circle, there were not many people like Han Jiazhi. The things I like are too miscellaneous, but they seem cheap, so for the celebrity circle, Han Jiazhi is an unsociable guy.

Han Jiazhi listened to a few songs and found that Wen Ruming's preferences were similar to hers.

One moment it is classical music that makes people intoxicated, and the other is pop music that makes people can't help but sway their bodies to the melody. There were several times when Han Jiazhi couldn't help but want to ask what this song was called.

She likes every song in Wen Ruming's playlist, whether she has heard it or not, even if it is a niche song, she likes it very much.

Han Jiazhi tapped his fingers on the steering wheel with the rhythm, and he couldn't help humming out of the chorus.

At this time, Wen Ruming also hummed softly with Han Jiazhi's rhythm.

The two of them hummed softly, gradually turned into soft singing, and finally sang in unison together.

Obviously, the two have never agreed on the lyrics, nor have they prescribed how to sing them, but they sang one song after another in perfect harmony.

On the road with no end in sight, an inconspicuous car drove forward. There were men and women in the car, sometimes playing elegant classical music, sometimes singing super pop songs.

They hit it off, as if there was no one in the world who was more compatible with them.

It was a soul-to-soul collision.

Han Jiazhi never thought that one day he would stay in a hotel with a man he had only known for less than two days, go to eat noodles together, and sing together in the car.

She didn't even know if he was really called Wen Ruming!

It may be that the trip is too lonely, or it may be that the rhythm of the music is too strong, making people forget everything and leave everything behind, laugh to their heart's content, sing loudly, and sway to the rhythm.

When he arrived at a higher place, Han Jiazhi had a faint altitude sickness. For the sake of safety, she finally let Wen Ruming hold the steering wheel, while she sat in the co-pilot and held an oxygen cylinder to inhale oxygen.

Wen Ruming drove to a homestay, and when the car stopped, they finally ended the nearly five-hour journey.

Han Jiazhi pushed the car door, and the cold wind almost blew her down. She hurriedly tightened her down jacket, but in the face of the cold wind, this thick down jacket was not enough to resist.

Wen Ruming walked to Han Jiazhi with his luggage, blocking part of the cold wind for Han Jiazhi, he said, "Go in, it's too windy here." ”

Han Jiazhi looked at the homestay full of ethnic characteristics in front of him, and there were wooden buildings outside, with two floors high, which was a small and small place to stay.

Han Jia thought in his heart: "Can this house made of wood protect against the cold?" This night must not be frozen to death by the cold wind that seeps in. ”

However, the wind outside was too strong, blowing on Han Jiazhi's face like a knife, blowing painfully. Han Jiazhi has also seen snow, and he has also seen sub-zero temperatures, but he has not been blown and shivered like now.

As if even a thick quilt on her body wouldn't make her feel warm.

There was no way, Han Jiazhi could only follow Wen Ruming into the homestay.

The moment he stepped into the B&B, Han Jiazhi seemed to have walked into a huge stove, which was a world of difference from the cold ice and snow outside.

Unexpectedly, this house made of wood is quite windproof. Han Jiazhi rubbed his hands and looked around at this small homestay.

The first floor is used as a restaurant, and the second floor is the room. Although it is not yet time to eat, it is already full of friends. Most of the young people here are tourists, compared to yesterday's desertion, today suddenly became lively, Han Jiazhi is a little unaccustomed.

"Why don't you see so many people on the road?" Han Jiazhi muttered, it was cold and lonely along the way, and it was quite strange to suddenly see so many people at once.

Wen Ruming explained on the side: "Because you have taken a long detour, the people who come to travel generally sign up for a tour group or a big car. It's rare to travel that far by car, and only a few black cars pass by to avoid traffic police and cameras. ”

Han Jiazhi nodded knowingly.

"Why is it so slow, starving."

"I've been waiting for more than an hour, it's annoying."

"When will it be served?"

The guests urged irritably, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Before the person could make a sound, Han Jiazhi turned to look at the door of the kitchen, only to see an old man limping out with five or six bowls of noodles, and the plate couldn't be put down.

Looking at the old man's limping posture, Han Jiazhi really doubted that he would spill all the soup and water in the next moment.

Seeing this, Wen Ruming, who was beside Han Jiazhi, immediately put the backpack on his shoulder aside, walked up to the old man to take the plate, and delivered it to the guest's table for the old man steadily.

This man really loves to be a good man. Han Jiazhi looked at Wen Ruming, who was busy before and after, and labeled Wen Ruming a 'good old man' in his heart.

Finally, he simply put on his apron and went into the kitchen to get busy.

Han Jiazhi was surprised by Wen Ruming's behavior of helping others to the end, and helping the old man serve the dinner plate, she could understand it as a red scarf behavior such as helping the old man cross the road.

But you don't have to help in the kitchen!

"Girl." The old man limped over to Han Jiazhi and asked, "Are you here to stay or eat?" ”

"I ......" Han Jiazhi was suddenly a little speechless, she couldn't tell the boss that she came in to keep warm, right? What's the difference between this and rubbing an air conditioner?

"Eat." Han Jiazhi replied.

The boss looked around, pointed to an empty seat and said, "Now there is one seat that can be sitting, do you think it's okay?" ”

Han Jiazhi looked there and found that there were already three girls sitting there. But so far, there is no vacant land other than that location.

"Hmm." Han Jiazhi nodded, then walked to the position and sat down.

The three girls glanced at Han Jiazhi, who suddenly sat down, and then immediately withdrew their gaze and continued to talk about their own affairs.