After a moment of silence, Yu Yuanzhi stretched out her hand to switch channels. Pen God Pavilion

"Are you hinting at something?" Xiao Zhenghong stared ahead, but for some reason, Yu Yuanzhi always felt as if she was being illuminated by two searchlights.

"Implication of what?" Yu Yuanzhi pretended not to understand, adjusted the button of the car radio, and wanted to switch channels again.

"Nothing, do you want to listen to a song? There's a small box over there, pull it out, and there's a USB drive. ”

"Oh." Yu Yuanzhi did so and took out the car USB drive inside, "I thought this was an ashtray." ”

“······” Xiao Zhenghong glanced at it, but he didn't see a cigarette case or a lighter in the car, "So in your heart, I'm a smoker?" ”

"No, I just said casually, when I take a taxi, I always see the driver using this as an ashtray. Actually, you can stuff some sugar into it or something. But the space utilization rate of a USB drive is too low. Yu Yuanzhi said.

"Hmm." Xiao Zhenghong nodded slightly, keeping this in his heart.

"Also, remember to revoke the ticket." Yu Yuanzhi thought about it and reminded one more thing.

"Am I like someone who forgets?" Xiao Zhenghong smiled bitterly.

"It's hard to say. If you don't pay attention, you'll forget everything. ”

"Okay, I remember."

The sound of singing came out of the car TV. Yu Yuanzhi turned on the screen, and she could still see the lyrics.

“······ If you can't escape the shackles of this forbidden fate, but you can't involuntarily indulge in your eyes again and again. Let yourself fall step by step, fall into this puzzle, and bewitch anyone's wavering heart. Indulge this song as the last approach. Just indulge this sentence, staggered heartbeat and breathing. Be a butterfly that burns your body, burning love and courage. Doomed to a sad end······"

Why is Xiao Zhenghong's USB drive also a love song? Yu Yuanzhi only had this question on her mind.

Then she smiled self-deprecatingly. Isn't that normal? The most songs in these years seem to be love songs, otherwise they are playing a marginal ball. What happened to Xiao Zhenghong? Could it be that his USB drive is full of classical music or traditional instrumental songs such as Spring River Flower Moon Night to fit his personality?

After a minute, the song transitions to the next one on the list.

Three minutes passed, and the more Yu Yuanzhi listened to it, the more wrong it became, why is there no lyrics? Pure music? Is this the accompaniment of the guzheng or the flute?

Whatever comes to mind. Although Yu Yuanzhi is complaining, she will not be bored with these.

Although I don't listen much, I listen to it at night, and my heart is extraordinarily calm. It was as if he had suddenly broken free from the hustle and bustle of the city and came to the side of the bamboo forest stream.

The sound quality of the music in Xiao Zhenghong's USB disk is very good, and the car TV has also been specially replaced by him, and the sound can be restored to the greatest extent.

Xiao Zhenghong didn't speak, and glanced at Yu Yuanzhi out of the corner of his eye.

To be honest, he was a little surprised, because many people have no feeling for the music played by these ancient instruments, and although they are not bored, they do not like it. And Yu Yuanzhi closed her eyes, her fingers shook slightly, and she seemed to be immersed in them.

At least we don't get into conflict because of our different preferences. Xiao Zhenghong smiled lightly.

Xiao Zhenghong specially took a detour to a relatively long road, and Yu Yuanzhi already had some road idiot attributes, so he didn't know where it was, so he naturally didn't find it. She didn't even feel as if it had taken longer to go back.

But no matter how much Xiao Zhenghong detours, this road still leads to the area of Yu Yuanzhi's house. It is impossible for him to come to a different place, and then tell Yu Yuanzhi that the earth is round, and he can go back sooner or later.

As the night deepened, Yu Yuanzhi's parents called several times one after another, a little worried about her.

Yu Yuanzhi always reminded Xiao Zhenghong not to make a noise before answering the phone.

Xiao Zhenghong did so. He didn't speak, just coughed, and I don't know if it was because of his uncomfortable throat or whatever.

"Oh? Is anyone else there? Yu Yuanzhi's mother keenly caught the voice.

"I'm in the car, that's the driver." Yu Yuanzhi glanced at Xiao Zhenghong, with a hint of warning.

Xiao Zhenghong didn't say anything more.

"Then you drive a hands-free, I'll ask the driver where you're going." Yu Yuanzhi's mother said.

"No need, it's too much trouble." Yu Yuanzhi didn't expect it.

"I'll just ask, so we don't have to worry."

Yu Yuanzhi was helpless, so she had to turn on the hands-free, "It's on, you tell him." ”

Xiao Zhenghong glanced at Yu Yuanzhi in some surprise.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Driver, I just wanted to ask where you are now. Our daughter hasn't come back yet and we were a little worried. Yu Yuanzhi's mother's voice came from her phone.

Xiao Zhenghong now understands that the future mother-in-law is worried. Then you have to brush up your favorability in front of her.

"It's okay, I'll definitely get her home safely. Now to ······" Xiao Zhenghong said.

"Okay, I got it. Thank you. I don't mean anything else, don't get me wrong. It's ·······" Yu Yuanzhi's mother was afraid that Xiao Zhenghong would think that she was doubting him, so she hurriedly explained again.

"That's as it should be. Auntie, don't worry. Xiao Zhenghong said with a smile.

Yu Yuanzhi covered her face with her hands. At this time, you don't need to be polite, what is it called Auntie.

Most people's stereotypes of drivers are fixed on middle-aged people over the age of 30 or 40. It is also true that it is rare to see very young drivers.

And the same generation as Yu Yuanzhi's parents naturally doesn't need to be politely called, and those who are half a generation younger don't know what to call, so naturally they won't say it.

But Xiao Zhenghong's aunt revealed that he and Yu Yuanzhi were the same generation. I just don't know what Yu Yuanzhi's mother will think.

"Auntie?" Yu Yuanzhi's mother was really a little puzzled, "Young man, how old are you this year?" I feel very young when I hear the sound. ”

"Twenty years old." Xiao Zhenghong replied.

You're going to heaven, huh? What is the real age, you can say twenty-four or five. Yu Yuanzhi felt like catching chickens for Xiao Zhenghong's IQ.

"Twenty?" Yu Yuanzhi's mother gasped, "So young to come out and run orders?" ”

Yu Yuanzhi hurriedly took back her mobile phone, turned off the speakerphone, and said to her mother, "I can't answer the phone while driving, it's not safe, hang up first." ”

After hanging up the phone, Yu Yuanzhi looked at Xiao Zhenghong with some resentment.

Xiao Zhenghong didn't know, "Why did you take away the phone?" ”

"What a good thing to say. My mom sometimes gets too enthusiastic, and maybe I'll persuade you to study hard and take an adult college entrance exam or something. Talk about ideals, talk about life, and so on. Yu Yuanzhi said helplessly.

Xiao Zhenghong imagined that scene a little, and it seemed a little overwhelming.

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