After talking to the show girl, the phone was already hot, maybe the show girl's hot words were transmitted to the phone.

He put his phone out the window to cool off for a while. She is in a superior situation, she has no worries about food and clothing, but her heart is empty, maybe after this time, she will adapt.

There may be something more suitable for her, and maybe she can spend the rest of her life in peace. He knew that was not something he could give.

Xiu Meizi doesn't seem to approve of their current dilemma, and indulging in their once ignorant love is so beautiful.

Now, she is alone, he is a lonely ghost, and he is floating in this world, and it seems that the time for the two is just right, and they can continue their relationship.

She even wanted to secretly cross out with him, in any form. Although it is a last resort, it can be regarded as an explanation to yourself.

However, there are too many disturbances in the red dust, and he has spent his youth again, and he is destined to be idle and wild cranes for a lifetime, so there is no need to take another person to accompany him through ups and downs.

Unless, like-minded, it's not fair. The mobile phone is estimated to be shivering from the cold, and when he brought it in, he had a thick layer of gas.

"Yo, I'm still freezing my nose, little one." He looked at his phone contemptuously, wiped the water stains off the screen, and brightened the screen.

Do you want to give Maserati a reply? It should be early in the morning when she is there, and I wonder if the morning in Africa is beautiful.

He imagined the yellow morning sun slanting through the arid trees, splashing on the herds of cattle and sheep, and in the smoke and dust, a handsome young man from Africa, holding a shepherd whip and shouting the cattle and sheep.

Behind the boy came the passionate rhythm of the fierce African drums. It's beautiful! It was like the scene when he was a teenager, when he was grazing.

Same. Before I knew it, the phone was dialed out. He was a little flustered, he wasn't ready to speak.

This Samsung, when it was time for it to be positive, it pretended to be dead, and it became active for a while. He blamed Samsung in his heart and wanted to pinch it off quickly.

Who knows, it seems that he has been waiting for his call all night, and it was answered immediately.

"Hey, it's the bell... Lawyer?" She seemed to be alarmed by his abrupt phone call, and she didn't know what to call him for a while, so she knocked out.

"Knowingly ask!" He pretended to be light-hearted, hiding his panic.

"Is there anything wrong with you?" He asked calmly.

"Are you calling?" He asked rhetorically.

"This guy, if you don't call, why should I call you. I'm pretty good at pretending. He thought to himself.

"That was all yesterday, you didn't take it, I thought you drank too much again. Brother Zhong, singing every night, not drunk or happy, he is really at ease. They were laughing at him again.

"Cut, the tooth poured into a mouthful. As the saying goes, people are not romantic, I am not romantic, I am fat, what's the matter, envy, jealousy and hatred? He was babbling in a comical tone.

I felt a pimple in my heart, but I was very useful.

"Hey, I'm here, I have a cold today, they said they were going to Congo, I couldn't go to it, I stayed in the camp, I was bored alone, I was a little homesick, so I called you, but no one answered. Am I the kind of person who calls people casually when they have nothing to do? It's a sulk. In fact, I want to go to the Sahara the most, follow the path of Sanmao to find Jose, and appreciate the beauty there that makes you look forward to it. The little girl over there was talking, and her mind was full of romantic and nonsensical imagination.

"Ah, it's romantic." He exclaimed.

"Don't you have a family?" He asked tentatively.

"Family? Which do you mean? She asked rhetorically, confused.

"The family doesn't understand? Could it be Kara, Hoy? He scoffed at her. He knew she didn't understand.

That's the national language of his place.

"Cut, don't understand, speak Chinese!" She smiled at him.

"I mean, father, mother, brothers and sisters, these are all family members, can I be an agent, can I also generalize and represent them, and bear the feelings of your thoughts in a distant country?" He didn't want her to be married, so he didn't want to mention her husband, son, or anything like that

"Idlers", etc.

"No, I'm alone, I have grandparents, and my grandparents don't like me since I was a child. So...", she explained her family very seriously.

"Oh, that's the case, I'm sorry, I'm used to having a poisonous tongue, I didn't expect so much, I shouldn't be talking nonsense like this." He sincerely expressed his apologies.

"It's okay, I'm used to it. It's just that sometimes when I'm in a bad mood, I miss someone who doesn't exist, like Sanmao misses Jose. I thought the Sahara was far away, and I would never be able to get there in my life. Now I feel that I really can't cross the Sahara in my heart. However, it doesn't matter, it's much better, I had a little fever last night, so I'm not in a good mood. Hehe, you don't mind, do you? "I was embarrassed to say that I was so rash to confess my state of mind to a person who had only met in a hurry three times and didn't know anything at all.

Zhong Sheng knew that she was a little unwell and needed the care of her relatives. Little women, when they are fine, they are like tigresses, they want to eat people with their teeth and claws, and if there is a small problem, the little bird needs to be cared for.

Common sense, normality, not surprising. But at this time, at the ends of the world, how could anyone give her the most intimate care?

Hum! Really, it's not good to stay at home and run so far, what can you do at this time? He thought to himself, but he couldn't think of any good way.

He could only say sympathetically: "Otherwise, let's go back to China." "At least there are some friends here, who can help her to relieve the loneliness in her heart.

He thought.

"Ma—" he wanted to call her.

"Call me Shangguan." She whispered.

"Shangguan? It sounds like an official, or better, it's better than a Maserati's name, or I always think it's a luxury sports car, and I get headlong into the sand, and I want to laugh. "He's hurting her.

When I heard him say this, I giggled and couldn't stop it, and occasionally coughed a few times.

"You're so interesting. Official, that's what women called men in ancient times, and if you call it well, you can call it, grandmother. She made fun of him by using his no-nonsense head.

"Hey, haven't you been over there for a long time, you can't tell the difference between men and women, I'm also an old grandfather. How did you become a grandmother? He rapped her to amuse.

"You just called the official, isn't that grandma?" It's quite able to go around. This little girl!

"Cut, just here, I'm grandma? In that case, then you raise me, right? The old grandmother is old and decrepit, and it is difficult to survive, and she hopes that the officials will be more sympathetic, and the old body is grateful. He was chewing all the bells and whistles, and she was laughing as if she were watching a play.

The two laughed for a while, which they found quite interesting. The voice over there was a little lighter, and the bad mood was alleviated in the absurd game.

"Uncle is really good at coaxing people." Quiet down there.

"Uncle is not coaxing, just a living treasure, if you are happy, uncle is also happy!" Return to human form and speak seriously.

"Really? Thank you! She spoke with joy, like a deer that had just broken free from the mire, and regained its bouncing vitality.

"But I really want to go to the Sahara, to experience the majesty of the desert, the bloody emptiness of the sunset, to listen to the echo of the quicksand of camel bells, to feel the roughness and simplicity. That's fascinating. "I'm already walking in the sand.

"Such a bizarre and bizarre idea! Why don't I come from the movement, and you entrust me to make myself into a specimen in the sand, waiting for you to find it? I wonder what you would think when you saw my head filled with sand? ”

"Why not?" He seemed to see her eyes widen and flicker strangely, asking him in a dazed and ignorant manner.

"Gotcha, you're going crazy, I'm so stupid! In the future, read less sad books, nervous, and really kill people! He half-innocently pleaded with her, worried that she was always caught up in gratuitous, sentimental reverie.

"Well, listen to you, grandmother! As if I was really going. She blamed him for all the fuss.

He doesn't understand women's hearts.

"Cut, it's all like that. Duscilic guys! He replied disdainfully.

"Well, hey, I'm going to get lost there, what should I do?" She asked wryly.

"Then I'll look for you."

"Really?" It was like jumping with joy.

"Of course it's true! If you don't pay the agency fee, you still want to hide? ”

"You hate it! Ah----h The hoarse voice tickled his ears.

Ka! Hung up the phone over there. Cut, stingy bag. Don't say goodbye and hang up the phone, see you next time, see you how I belittle you, don't damage your dog's head to bleed, cry bitterly, you are your third uncle Zhong's straw bag!

He imagined it comically. Hum! You wait! That's it. This went on all night, the wine woke up, the sky was almost dawn, and I didn't sleep.

What's going on? This year has passed, I'm afraid I can't get by... Lying on the couch, he thought with some disappointment.

"In the third year of junior high school, I originally wanted to have a carnival without burden, but I know..." His eyelids kept knocking, and after a while, he stared at himself in a daze.