"Sir, help me close the car door!"

"Sir!?"

I don't know how many times the driver shouted, Wang Chengyou came back to his senses, and his eyes barely withdrew from the other side of the road.

He turned his head and saw that the taxi driver had put his head out of the window under the landing, and he himself was still holding the rear door.

"Bang!"

The sound of the car door slamming shut.

To the driver's surprise, the passenger, who was stunned as soon as he got out of the car, actually locked himself in the car when he closed the door.

Midnight is the most enthusiastic time for supernatural stories.

The driver, who was proud of his strong body, felt that the temperature behind him had plummeted for no reason, as if an ice cave was being generated.

"How, how?"

"Back to Yangpu."

"Yang, where is Yangpu?"

"Fudan University."

The driver is putting his out-of-body soul back in its place.

Hmm~ Probably a sloppy passenger who forgot to bring his boarding documents.

The relieved driver spun the steering wheel, turned around, and re-drove back the way he came.

After the taxi makes a U-turn, it sps along the side of the T2 terminal. Wang Chengyou sat in the car, clutching the handle on the side of the roof, he was afraid that if he looked at it more, he would force him to do something that even he couldn't imagine.

Where is the stiff neck stalk, but the eyes are involuntarily, obliquely leaning to the eaves outside the T2 terminal.

Thanks to the good road conditions at midnight, the driver drove the car to the maximum allowable speed, and the figure of the writer hunched over and pushed the suitcase flashed outside the car window. Wang Chengyou, who was deeply stimulated, did not squint at anything.

Pushing Mo Yan to run for almost 200 meters, running to the smooth terrazzo ground and disappearing, running until he was a little out of breath, and running until he couldn't help laughing, the writer straightened up.

His expression was unusually vivid. Under the diffuse light at the end of the spotlight, the already handsome face showed a better convex and concave silhouette, which made his gaze extraordinarily deep.

After Wenhao stood up straight, the frightened Mo Yan immediately jumped down from the suitcase: "Are you crazy?" ”

The writer crossed his waist, looked at Mo Yan, and smiled while panting: "I haven't experienced this feeling of youth for a long time." Thank you. ”

Mo Yan's resentment could not be expressed in the words of the writer who was so humble and even a little pitiful.

The writer put his hand on the trunk lever, and Mo Yan jumped back two steps in place. Seeing that Wenhao finally couldn't help laughing, he laughed "hahaha".

The location where they parked was exactly where the driver who came to pick up the airport parked.

The driver ran over diligently, took the two suitcases, put them in the trunk, and opened the back seat door for the writer diligently. With the joy of a smile on his face, Wenhao said to Mo Yan: "You go first." Wait a minute, I'll smoke a cigarette. ”

Mo Yan was a little negative, and instantly got into the car when he heard the words.

The driver gently closed the door and looked at Wenhao. Wenhao smiled and waved at him, meaning to leave him alone. The driver wondered in his heart, he had been with Xiaotang for a year, and he had never seen him smile so happily!

After the human-like driver sat in the car, he quickly nodded to Mo Yan and offered the most sincere smile, he believed that this woman must have a special meaning to Xiao Tang.

As soon as the light is extinguished, the fragrance of tobacco brushes the tip of the nose, and the writer looks around, under the cover of the night, there is silence in the busyness all around.

The night is beautiful and beautiful.

After burning the cigarette between his fingers and casually extinguishing it in the trash can two steps away, Wenhao opened the car door briskly and sat next to Mo Yan.

Mo Yan glanced at him in surprise.

The writer looked back: "Don't like the smell of smoke?" ”

Mo Yan slandered: I don't like you to sit next to me on your own initiative. However, there is really no reason to ask Wenhao to sit next to the driver...... Mo Yan turned his head and did not answer.

Wenhao himself smiled: "Remember." I won't smoke in front of you next time. ”

Mo Yan's brows tightened slightly. It's true when you think about it, but it sounds like something is wrong, and the feeling is back.

Wenhao yawned 5 points true and 5 points false, and asked Mo Yan: "Do you want to find a hotel nearby and rest first?" ”

Mo Yan shook his head: "I want to go back to the hotel with a long appointment." I didn't see Wang Chengyou in the terminal, and Mo Yan still had the last fantasy, hoping that when she turned back to make an appointment with the hotel, she stepped into the gorgeous revolving door of the hotel and was pleasantly surprised to see Wang Chengyou waiting in the lobby.

"Okay. Listen to you. The writer readily agreed.

After driving for nearly 2 hours, I finally returned to Yangpu District in the night, and returned to the hotel with a long appointment near the large page indoor space. Mo Yan was impatient and urged the writers around him to get out of the car quickly. Wenhao understood her careful thinking, because he didn't think that Wang Chengyou would wait in the lobby, so he was extra cooperative.

After the driver stopped, he took off his luggage and was about to transport it to the lobby, when Wenhao stopped: "Just leave it to me." ”

What else does the driver have to say, the boss is ordering him to get out of here. After nodding, the driver trotted back into the car and disappeared as fast as he could.

When Wenhao pushed two suitcases into the lobby, he happened to see Mo Yan with the corners of his mouth drooping downward. At this time, Mo Yan is probably really dead set on accepting that he has progressed to Wang Chengyou tonight. Her eyes were hollow.

"Come on, the new bed shang supplies from yesterday. Dry and comfortable, just right for a good night's sleep. "The writer pretended not to find Mo Yan's abnormality.

Mo Yan lowered his shoulders and walked into the elevator silently.

She didn't even remember to ask, why didn't the writer go to check in......

When he arrived at the familiar floor and came to the familiar door, Mo Yan looked at the empty corridor and looked again...... is dead, Wang Chengyou can't hide indoors.

The door is open, the room is fresh and dry, the small hall is neat and clean, the bed behind the sofa, the curtain is closed, and a blooming rose is inserted in the corner of the open quilt.

Everything was so familiar, as if I hadn't been away for a month.

Everything is a little strange, and the sense of alienation probably comes from not seeing Wang Chengyou, and my heart is empty.

Mo Yan walked to the window in a daze, looking out the window at the city that was shining even after midnight, and looked in the direction where Wang Chengyou's school was located. Naturally, you can't see his school and his dormitory.

I am lonely.

Lonely...... Loneliness that cannot be discharged.

Mo Yan looked at the night sky at 9 o'clock in front of him on the left, surrounded by a deep sense of loneliness.

I don't know how long it took, but the movement behind him woke Mo Yan up. Mo Yan turned his head and was startled: "Hey, why haven't you left yet?" Frightened, even the name of the writer was changed to "Hey".

"I told you just now, the room is sold out tonight, and I'll have to make up the night on your couch. You didn't object to it just now. The writer stopped the action of laying the quilt in his hand and replied with an innocent face.

He just said?

Didn't object yourself?

Mo Yan couldn't remember it at all.