Huang Siya calculated how to turn onto the road at the bridge. She slowed down suddenly, and left the road, the overgrown path illuminated with white lights.

Huang Siyao looked out of the car window and saw a person, so he opened the car door and whispered, "It's here!" ”

Huang Siya turned off the lights and concentrated on reversing and making a U-turn.

"There's nothing on the bridge, is it?" She asked briefly. "It's okay, let's pour." A man's voice. She turned the car upside down in the direction of the bridge, turned a corner, drove a few yards forward along the road, and then drove backwards into the path, stopping under an elm tree, the wheels crushing the ferns and weeds. She then extinguished all the lights. Huang Siyao got out of the car, and the man was standing under the elm tree.

"Wait a long time, right?" Huang Siyao asked.

"It's not a lot of work." He replied.

They all waited for Huang Siya to get out of the car, but Huang Siya closed the door and sat still.

"That's my sister Huang Siya, do you want to come over and talk to her? Sister! This is Mr. Lee Kwang Suke. ”

The ranger beckoned, but didn't move.

"Come with us and walk up to the cottage, sister," Huang Siyao pleaded, "not far from here." ”

"So, what about the car?"

"Park your car on the side road. You lock the car and get the car keys. ”

Huang Siya was silent, still hesitating. Then she looked back at the path and asked, "Can I make a U-turn in that bush?" ”

"Okay!" The ranger said.

She slowly reversed around the bushes, reversed into a spot that was out of sight from the main road, locked the car and came out.

It was completely dark, but the sky was clear. Beside the deserted path, the fence wall was very high, and the hedges on it were growing wildly, and it looked black. There was a sweet scent in the air. The ranger walked in front, followed by Huang Siyao, and finally Huang Siya, all of whom did not say a word. He shines his flashlight on the difficult section of the road, and then continues to walk forward. As we walked, an owl chirped softly in the oak tree, and Flowey swirled around. No one speaks, because there is nothing to say.

After walking for a while, Huang Siyao finally saw the yellow light in the house, and her heartbeat immediately accelerated, and she was a little scared. They were still marching forward in columns.

He opened the door and ushered them into the warm, empty hut. The fireplace was simmering, and the table was set with two plates and two cups, and for the first time a white tablecloth was laid out. Huang Siya shook her hair, looked around at the empty and dreary room, and mustered up the courage to look at the man.

He was medium and thin, and she thought he was good-looking, but she was past the age when she only looked at men's appearances.

He kept his distance in silence and seemed very reluctant to speak.

"Sit down, sister." Huang Siyao said.

"Please!" He said, "Shall I make you tea, or do I get something else?" It's either a beer or a beer, but it's a little cold. ”

"Beer bar!" Huang Siyao said.

"I want beer too, thank you!" Huang Siya pretended to be shy. He looked at her and blinked.

He took out a few beers and walked into the kitchen with heavy steps. When he came back with his beer, the expression on his face changed again.

Huang Siyao sat down by the door, and Huang Siya sat in his seat, with her back against the wall and facing the corner by the window.

"That's his seat." Huang Siyao said softly. Huang Siya immediately stood up when she heard this, as if the chair was burning her.

"It's okay, sit! You can sit in whatever seat you like, and we don't have anything to do here. He said very blandly.

He brought Huang Siya a glass and poured her beer.

"What do you have to eat?" Huang Siyao asked with a red face. "Fruits, pastries, just a few, not much."

"Okay," Huang Siyao said, "what about you, Huang Siya?" ”

Huang Siya looked up at him and asked softly, "Why do you speak Henan?" ”

"That, that's not Henan dialect, it's Northwest dialect." As he spoke, he smiled indifferently at her.

"It turned out to be Northwest dialect! Why do you speak in tongues? You started out speaking Mandarin in a very natural way. ”

"Really? I can't say it with a different accent? Forget it, let me speak in tongues, that's better for me. You're not bored, are you? ”

"Sounds a little contrived." Huang Siya said.

"Maybe! But on this farm, your tone is contrived. Many of this man spoke in a variety of tongues. He looked at her again, with a speculative look in his eyes, as if to say, "Hey, who are you?" ”

Then he went to the pantry to get the food.

"Whatever!" He said, "Whatever! You're welcome".

Huang Siya, like Huang Siyao at the beginning, felt the power in his silence and indifference. She saw his small, sensitive hand casually resting on the table, and could see that he was not a simple laborer, no, he was performing! Performance!

"But," she said, taking a small slice of pastry, "it would be more natural if you spoke Mandarin to us instead of dialects." ”

He looked at her and felt a devilish will in her.

"Really?" He changed to Mandarin, "Will you?" What are some of the things we say that are natural? I'm afraid it's only you who say you want me to go to hell so that your sister will never see me again, and then I'll say something unpleasant to fight back against you. What else could be considered natural? ”

"Oh, yes!" Huang Siya said, "Good manners are natural in themselves. ”

"That's the so-called second nature!" He laughed as he spoke, "Don't! I'm tired of etiquette, so let me go with the flow! ”

Huang Siya was visibly confused, and she felt the extent to which she was about to be angry. At the end of the day, he should say he's honored. Not only did he not say anything, but he also pretended to be very self-conscious, as if he was giving face to others. It's rude! Poor Huang Siyao let this person control it in a daze!

What a disgusting man!