"Okay, let's go. "Xiao Zhenghong said with a smile.

Yang Moxi coughed, tilted his head over, and pretended not to see it.

"I think you'll be a strict wife in the future." Zhou Yu looked at Xiao Zhenghong with an extremely sympathetic eye, as if he was looking at a cancer patient.

Yang Moxi made a phone call and ordered a painting boat.

Then Xiao Zhenghong helped Yu Yuanzhi downstairs.

"You kid can, at this time, good painting boats are scarce, and you may not be able to rent them if you have money." Zhou Yu looked at the magnificent painting boat in front of him and sighed.

"Just look at the lantern on it, and you'll know." Yang Moxi pointed to the two lanterns that were hung up and said.

Both lanterns have the word "breeze" written on them with a brush.

"Breeze?" Zhou Yu understood, "This is your ship?" ”

"To be precise, this pier is Qingfeng Building." "This is also a kind of advertising. If you can make money and further spread the fame of Qingfeng Building, why not? ”

"There are buildings, boats, and docks. Can I take a stake? Zhou Yu had an expectant look on his face.

"Do you want to say that after you buy shares, you can eat and play as much as you like with me without having to play white strips?" Yang Moxi smiled, "No way." ”

"Cut." Zhou Yu was not much disappointed, after all, it was expected.

"But ······" Yang Moxi's painting style changed.

"Changed your mind?" Zhou Yu seemed to see hope again.

"I'm missing a dishwasher, or I'm ······" Yang Moxi didn't finish his words. But everyone present understood.

Zhou Yu directly threw him the back of the head and stopped mentioning the matter of shares.

Everyone boarded the boat. Tea and refreshments were already prepared in the cabin.

When paddling to the center of the river, there was a sound of a guzheng not far away, followed by an extremely tactful and desolate singing.

"Liyu Fanglin is on the high pavilion, and the new makeup is glamorous. Yinghu Ning Jiao didn't go in at first, and greeted him with a smile when he came out. The face of the enchantress is like a flower with dew, and the jade tree shines in the backyard. The flowers do not bloom for long, and they fall red and fall all over the ground and return to silence. ”

"This is not Jinling, why are you singing backyard flowers here?" Zhou Yu frowned.

"Who knows? But the singing is not bad, and the people who play it have a deep foundation. Yang Moxi commented.

"This situation is Mao, I feel a little familiar." Zhou Yu seemed to have thought of something, and glanced at Yang Moxi and Zhong Xiaolin.

"Why don't you go and invite someone? Or do you go to board her boat? Yang Moxi began to mess with the mandarin duck spectrum.

Zhou Yu rolled his eyes, "I'm not you." I won't use your set. ”

"At least Yang Moxi's set is indeed scientifically feasible." Xiao Zhenghong said, "And you, I feel that you can go to the mountains to become a monk." ”

……

Chen Chen embarked on the journey back to Xijing at this time. It's just that he was alone when he came, and he was accompanied by Cheng Yiyi when he went back.

"Come and return with the excitement, maybe this is the best state." Cheng Yiyi said with a smile.

"Anything in the world is always more interesting to pursue than to enjoy. When a newly launched ship sails out of port, how much like a pampered teenager, caressing and hugging the light wind! But when it returned, the hull of the ship had been eroded by the wind, and the sails had become knots of tatters, and how it was like a down-and-out prodigal son, bullying the breezy wind! Chen Chen held his cheeks and looked out the window.

"Whether it's loneliness or loneliness, we learn to appreciate and be tolerant, and we are in different landscapes, sharpening our body and mind. During the different journeys, we carried our bags and practiced constantly. The four seasons of life, we go from ignorance to maturity, from innocence to clarity, from prosperity to tranquility, from learning, comprehension to calmness, a journey, the whole process must be experienced in person, to know whether it is a desert or an oasis. ”

"Cheng Yiyi." Chen Chen suddenly turned his head and looked at Cheng Yiyi seriously, "What kind of love do you understand?" ”

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?" Cheng Yiyi's cheeks were a little feverish.

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask you what you think." Chen Chen didn't notice Cheng Yiyi's strangeness.

"My opinion?" Cheng Yiyi said, "I haven't experienced it, and I don't know what it will be like." But I've seen an answer before, and I'm feeling pretty good. ”

"What is love, is the pair of free birds in the sky, soaring like wings in the vast world. What love is, is a storm at midnight, where there is no dodge, let us learn to be strong. What is love, is the sunset at dusk, after the extreme rottenness, leaving the world sad. What love is, is a milestone in our life journey, and it grows with us while we are in a hurry. What is love, it is the great waves churning in the sea, and even brave sailors will lose their way······"

Chen Chen listened silently, did not speak, and could not see any emotional fluctuations on his face. It is not known whether he is satisfied or dissatisfied with this answer.

Xijing.

Yang Yueyao sat in front of the computer, editing what she wanted to write today.

"Those things that were once accidentally stranded by me, I heard the sound of the strings cutting teardrops, I saw the eyes that used to laugh, I smelled the fragrance of sunshine in the air when we were together last summer, but I can no longer find the same you I used to be, although I have already told the whole world out loud that I, for you, do not care, always, I still can't deceive myself······ The autumn wind is blowing, blowing my full of lovesickness, the leaves on the trees tremble and tremble, and the beautiful dance drifts away from the branches, and the fallen leaves fly to think of the distance······"

There are a lot of similar texts to be found on her computer. She didn't post them, or even hang them in the space as private journals. Just put it in a folder on your computer's desktop and delete a little bit from time to time.

Maybe the act of writing and deleting and deleting and writing like this can take away some of the sorrow in her heart.

Yang Yueyao walked to the window and poked her head out to look at the window next to her. The lights in the room still didn't come on, and the man didn't come back today.

Yang Yueyao sighed lightly, closed the window, and fell headlong on the bed with her mobile phone.

Half an hour later, Chen Chen appeared downstairs, dragging his suitcase on the ground with a gurgling sound, tearing apart the silent night.

Yang Yueyao didn't hear it, not even Chen Chen's movement when he opened his door.

It's just that the next morning, when she went out to buy something, she happened to meet Chen Chen, who was about to go out for breakfast.

Both of them were stunned, then greeted each other, and then went downstairs together.

But no one spoke first, and the atmosphere was a little delicate. One Person, One Autumn: