(1) Shangguan Aolin and Siloya

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, then wrung out the mop in her hand vigorously, and sighed slightly in the musty kitchen and bathroom. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is the fourth day she has been in a strange city, and it is also the fourth day she is covered in sweat. To be honest, the big city is not as beautiful as her uncle said, but she has always thought about the old poplar tree in her hometown in the mountains.

"Hey! What are you still in a daze?! Go and clean up the trash outside! The temporary worker in the store suddenly yelled at her from outside the door.

She was slightly stunned, and immediately picked up the bucket and mop and rushed out. Her filthy, smelly apron was smeared gray by the dirty water that spilled from the bucket.

Although she is homesick and does not like it, she still does not leave because she has a little secret of her own. This little secret, unknown even to her closest old ox, is a little secret about the woods, the stream, the wild fruits, and him.

Carrying her tools, she made her way to the dining room.

In the center of the restaurant, there is an unknown viscous liquid mixed with red, yellow, and white, which is a filth that makes people hide their noses. She picked up the mop and cleaned the filth from the floor one by one. This little bit of work is nothing to her. It's just that the smell makes her a little sick to her stomach.

[What's going on?] 】

She lowered her head earnestly and dragged the floor, asking in a low voice in her heart. How could such a clean and beautiful restaurant have such filth? This kept raising question marks in her mind.

"I was hit by something!"

A voice rang out at the counter at the other end of the restaurant. She looked up and saw a fat fat man arguing with his supervisor over something.

"No matter what! You have to compensate for the loss of our guests at noon! ”

The sleek director had a crumpled face at the moment, like a ball of waste paper thrown into the trash, and his mouth was full of spittle.

Seeing that they were arguing, she immediately shrank her head and wanted to lower her head again. She was afraid of this kind of miscellaneous work of city people, and she didn't want to understand it.

But the moment she was about to lower her head, her eyes were drawn to a blue figure.

He.

He is the one in the story of the woods, the stream, and the wild fruits. Wearing the same blue suit and blue pants, he sat on the counter with his legs crossed. Just sitting between two red-faced and red-eared people who kept arguing, as if they were hermits who had no quarrel with the world, as if they were extremely cultivated nobles, looking at the two of them elegantly, with a playful smile on the corner of their mouths.

The music in the restaurant happened to be played in "R", as if it was played to reunite with him. Although she didn't understand, her heart had melted. It's like the winter snow in spring, melted between the dots of verdant green.

Leave behind the dirty mop and the job that the temp worker told her to do. Three steps and two steps, with hesitation, but full of force. Facing the surprised gaze of others, he hurried towards him and stood in front of him.

"Why are you here?"

She looked at him with a hint of disbelief and asked him with some trembling. The thick smile on the corner of her mouth is like an embellishment, and it is heartbreakingly beautiful.

For a moment, it seemed that only he and her were left in this world.

The Director's questioning and the angry roar of the guests played around her like a silent movie. She just wanted to look at him, listen to him, and pay her whole attention to him.

As if frightened by her, he looked at her in surprise, and then asked a strange question:

"Can you see Master Ben?!"

She didn't know why he said that, but she was happy. Or rather, she was so happy that she forgot to think about what he had said.

"I've always remembered you!" She said excitedly, the bull's head is not in the horse's mouth.

"Who are you?" He asked, then thought for a moment, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "You're that wild man!" ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" She was too excited, and she was a little incoherent.

"How did you become like this?" With a frown, he approached her as he walked past the people who seemed to be acting in silent films. The silent actors who kept shaking beside her seemed to give in for him, and he pushed them away from her one by one.

"I'm here for you." She clutched the hem of her stained apron and looked at him affectionately.

He is like a beautiful prince in a fairy tale, so that her eyes cannot take away from him for a second. Even standing beside him, the unchanging layer of air also brought a hint of honey, sweet and fragrant.

"Really? I don't have to be here. He looked at her with a frown.

"It's okay!" She also knew that she might not meet him again, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope, then it would be enough.

"Hmm." His brow furrowed even tighter, and then he pointed to the few people who were roaring next to him and asked, "These people seem to have a big opinion of you. ”

She was slightly stunned, and then she noticed that there were other people in this world. And the voices of those people gradually became louder, as if the volume was turned up.

"What nerves are you having?!" This is the supervisor's.

"Is that how your cleaners treat their guests?!" This is the customer's.

"Why don't you go and wipe it clean and talk to yourself here?!" This is the temp worker's.

"You..." It's someone else's.

It seems that all the accusations, all the dissatisfaction, are pressing on her in an instant. A helpless feeling of suffocation, like a pair of invisible hands, stuck in her throat.

I looked at him in front of me again, but he inadvertently disappeared as if he had never appeared.

Tears almost flowed from her eyes. Then, she heard the sound of crackling and shattering plates behind her.

Following the surprised gaze in front of him, he looked back.

He stood on the edge of a stack of plates, like a juggling clown, and kept throwing them on the ground, and then said to her with a smile:

"It's so noisy anyway, it's better to add a little more sound."

She was stunned, covered her mouth and laughed, and whispered:

"I thought you were gone."

He fiddled with the plate, but no one seemed to see him. Then he looked at the white plate in his hand gently, and said in a voice that no one could hear:

"If Young Master Ben leaves, then what will you do? Won't you become as lonely as Young Master Ben, who has become invisible? ”

(2) Fang Wuwei and Wu Meng

On the street, Fang Wuwei walked behind Wu Meng, and the two were always one meter apart. If the distance of intimacy is 45 centimeters, then the difference between Fang Wuwei and Wu Meng is only 55 centimeters, which can be called closeness.

"Wu Meng?" Fang Wu screamed tentatively.

Wu Meng, who was wearing a white lab coat, walked by herself, pretending not to hear.

"Wu Meng?" After walking for a few more minutes, Fang Wu was afraid that Wu Meng would not hear it, so he shouted again.

The delicate and young girl slowed down slightly. The distance between Wu Wei and Wu Meng below is only 85 centimeters, but Wu Meng still did not respond.

Fang Wuwei sighed quietly and asked Wu Meng:

"Wu Meng, did you say that you are familiar with Mr. Zheng?"

Wu Meng, who was walking in front, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and then quickened his pace. 120 cm, just the right line for free children.

Silence, silence, silence, Fang Wuwei racked his brains to think about how to make Wu Meng angry. Although Fang Wuwei didn't understand whether he had done anything wrong at all.

Passing through the street corner, through the mall, and through an uninhabited alley, the total length is nearly 720 meters. They walked together for a long time, but the distance between the two remained the same.

"Wu Meng. You said.. Are you acquainted with me? Fang Wuwei looked at Wu Meng who didn't look back in front of him, and finally asked with some hesitation.

Hearing Fang Wuwei's question, Wu Meng stopped next to the station.

A bus starts slowly, kicking up dust. Fang Wuwei also stopped, and noticed the advertisement on the bus, which read the slogan of an airline to bring the world closer.

"Genius and you?" Wu Meng turned his head sideways and looked at Fang Wuwei, who was slightly embarrassed, with his peripheral vision.

"Hmm." Fang Wuwei nodded and let out an intriguing questioning sound, and then quickly shook his head again. "Forget it. Don't ask. ”

Wu Meng's small eyebrows furrowed, and she turned to look at Fang Wuwei.

The two workers who replaced the station glass stood next to Wu Meng and Fang Wuwei, and stretched the tape measure in their hands to measure the glass. 10 cm, 20 cm, 30 cm, the distance on the tape measure keeps increasing.

"Do you even ask?" Wu Meng's delicate nose, which was as delicate as a porcelain doll, had fine beads of sweat, perhaps because she was too tired or irritable.

Fang Wuwei touched his nose, and his head turned into a mess. Why does Wu Meng dislike Xiao Lian? Why does Wu Meng dislike Shangguan Aolin? For Fang Wuwei, this is what he wants to know the most.

"Still want to ask." Fang Wuwei's eyes wandered as he looked at the worker who was replacing the glass beside him.

Silence, silence, silence.

"And you..." Wu Meng, who was standing face to face, moved his lips.

The tape measure placed on the ground shrank with a "snap", and the length was instantly reduced, making Fang Wuwei's heart skip a beat, and also interrupting Wu Meng's words. Then, frowning again, the workers stretched the tape measure again and re-measured the length.

"And you. . . How can it be cooked! Wu Meng, who came back to his senses, bit his lip, glared at Fang Wuwei, turned around and strode forward again.

Fang Wuwei was stunned, and hurriedly raised his steps to catch up with Wu Meng. The distance kept shortening, and kept shortening, until Fang Wuwei's hand grabbed Wu Meng's slender arm.

"Wu Meng, what's wrong with you?" Fang Wuwei grabbed Wu Meng's arm hard.

On a huge screen at the intersection, the final moments of the 100-meter race are being broadcast. The champion crossed the finish line and was a negative distance from the finish line. In the midst of the crowd, there was a sparse cheer.

"Don't touch me!"

Struggling to grab his hand, Wu Meng turned around and looked at Fang Wuwei angrily, not even using the commonly used self-title.

There was a boo. On the big screen at the crossroads, the referee ruled that the results were invalid and needed to be replayed. The runner who had already won and was lying on the track jumped up dissatisfied, angrily expressing his dissatisfaction.

Fang Wuwei subconsciously took a step back, obviously frightened by Wu Meng's behavior. Although he knew very well that he shouldn't suddenly catch Wu Meng.

The corners of Wu Meng's eyes were a little red, probably because she had been open for too long, or she was on fire. But.. It's also possible that dust got into her eyes.

"You..." Fang Wuwei spoke cautiously.

"You!" Wu Meng spoke angrily.

The words of the two people happened to collide together.

"Let's talk about it first." Sighing, Fang Wuwei was like a frosted eggplant, his shoulders drooped suddenly, and he turned his head sideways to look at the traffic light on the zebra crossing not far away.

Wu Meng looked at Fang Wuwei, Yinghong's lips bit and bitten, and finally at the last second of the red light flashing the countdown, she asked a childish but unfriendly question.

"What are you doing here?! Go find your guests! I don't need you at all! ”

After speaking, Wu Meng, like a little lion after a roar, turned his head and strode to the other side of the road. It's cute, but it's hard to refute.

Fang Wuwei, who was stunned in place, realized after a while that he should catch up.

It's just that the traffic lights at the intersection just right trapped Fang Wuwei at the end of the lonely street, separating him from Wu Meng.

One step, two steps, Wu Meng's back is getting smaller and smaller.

Three steps, four steps, and the distance between the two is getting farther and farther away.

The beating red time also announced the distance between him and her.

[The original location is not the distance, time is the farthest distance]

I don't know why, Fang Wuwei suddenly thought of this sentence.

Then in the next second, looking at the endless stream of vehicles in front of him, Fang Wuwei's mind came up with the picture of blue life and death love.

【Rush over】

[Rush over!] 】

[Rush over!] 】

"Hey! Wu Meng! Wait a minute! ”

Hysterically shouting, stiffening his scalp, crossing the road with fear.

[If you let Wu Meng go, then how can you still find her? ] 】

[If Wu Meng is let go, what if she is here alone? 】

[If Wu Meng is let go, won't she be as lonely as her current self? ] 】

Fang Wuwei has such an idea and such a belief. In the shrill whistle of the vehicle, in the screams of the bystanders, the running took one step, and the distance left by the two steps crossed the red countdown. Then, panting and afraid, he stood at the other end of the street, looking at the familiar tenant in front of him.

"Mr. Zheng. I knew you would hold Wu Meng, so I wouldn't have run the red light. ”

Fang Wuwei, who was sweating beads, carried a green military bag and showed a super embarrassed smile with tears. Probably he regretted his decision to cross the street, right?

(3) Zheng Koumao and Chu Chegan

"The Sprinkler family is hungry." Zheng Koumao was like a bear, swaying down the street, attracting the attention of countless plainclothes.

"Shall we go eat the meat ♂ stick then?" Chu Chegan had a cold face, walked beside Zheng Koumao, and suddenly said.

"Poof!" Fang Wuwei almost squirted out a mouthful of water, and hurriedly covered Wu Meng's ears.

"Don't want to eat sausages." Zheng Koumao was accustomed to Chu Chegan's way of speaking, and replied casually.

"Then go and eat***** Chu Chegan's face was like ice, and it really didn't make people see why she could say such things seriously.

"Shhh Fang Wuwei gasped and hurriedly covered Wu Meng's ears again.

"Let's not eat **** Zheng Koumao observed left and right, obviously observing what could be eaten.

"You don't eat this or that, don't you think. Eat. I. Is it? Chu Chegan's face remained unchanged, and it was rare to smile a little more.

"Vulgar." Wu Meng slapped Fang Wuwei's hand away with a flushed face. I don't know if Fang Wuwei's hands are too hot, or if it's a natural reaction in winter, her little ears are already so red that they seem to be dripping water.

When Chu Chegan heard Wu Meng's words, he just smiled, and then looked at Wu Meng dotingly and said:

"You're too young to understand."

"She's a big ghost. There's nothing she doesn't understand. Fang Wuwei walked beside Wu Meng awkwardly and said to Chu Chegan.

Then Fang Wuwei was kicked hard by Wu Meng.

Chu Chegan glanced at Fang Wuwei with interest, then glanced at Fang Wuwei's pants again, and said to Fang Wuwei:

"You're too young, so it's better for me to have a mouth."

As soon as this sentence came out, not only Wu Meng's face turned red, but even Fang Wuwei's face turned red. It's like a red monkey's buttocks, wanting to question how Chu Chegan knows if he has tried it.

"The Sprinkle family knows!"

Zheng Koumao suddenly slapped his army-green coat and made a dull sound, and then laughed and said, "Che Gan, you are making a pun joke!" Ha ha! Laughing to death! ”

Being interrupted by Zheng Koumao like this, Fang Wuwei and Wu Meng looked a little better.

"Koumao, I just like that you can be so 'long-lasting'." Chu Chegan moved closer to Zheng Koumao, and said without caring about the eyes of others.

"Vulgar." This time, Fang Wuwei said with a red face.

The four of them walked side by side for a while, but still didn't find the place they liked. Chu Chegan may have seen that everyone was a little bored, so he suddenly said:

"Shall I give you a brain teaser?"

Fang Wuwei and Zheng Kou froze for a moment, and then nodded. Wu Meng glanced at Fang Wuwei strangely, as if asking about the meaning of "brain teaser", but immediately she shook her head and looked at Chu Chegan, it seemed that Wu Wei was not angry enough.

"Ahem." Chu Che moistened his throat, and then said, "Long-legged Oba, guess a game term." ”

"The Sprinkler family knows!" As soon as he heard this question, Zheng Koumao immediately became excited, and then said loudly: "That's called a cake, right!" ”

"Mr. Zheng, did you say it's a game term? I can actually pull food. Fang Wuwei complained angrily, suddenly realized the meaning of the cake, and for a while his hand involuntarily put on Wu Meng's ears.

Wu Meng furrowed his small eyebrows, and once again slapped Fang Wuwei's restless hands away from his head.

"Primitives One! Are you a pervert? Why do you keep touching this day! ”

Fang Wuwei's face darkened, thinking to himself that the real pervert is the man named Chu Chegan, okay? However, hearing Wu Meng's hurtful words, Fang Wuwei silently put his hand back in his pocket.

"It seems that Fang Wuwei guessed correctly." Chu Chegan looked at Fang Wuwei, clapped his hands as encouragement, and then said, "The answer is to play!" How about it, did Fang Wu guess right for you? ”

"Vulgar." Fang Wuwei turned his head sideways to look at the shop on the street and took a sip secretly.

As soon as Zheng Koumao and Wu Meng heard this answer, they immediately showed puzzled expressions, and looked at Chu Chegan as if they were waiting for an answer.

Chu Chegan looked at the two of them left and right, and then showed a mysterious smile:

"If you don't understand, it means that you are still saved, which is a good thing."

Fang Wuwei, who turned his head sideways, secretly slandered this perverted man's wife in his heart, didn't what she meant was that she was not saved! What a pervert!

Staring at the storefront wall made of roadside glass, Fang Wuwei suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Shangguan Aolin, the new tenant, was sitting in the luxurious storefront, constantly playing acrobatics with plates. If smashing the plate is called acrobatics, then Shangguan Aolin must be the best acrobat in the world.

"Wait! Wait! ”

Fang Wuwei hurriedly stopped the other three people who kept walking forward, and then leaned against the translucent glass, pointed to Shangguan Aolin inside and said:

"Do you think that is the boss of Shangguan?!"

Wu Meng pouted, crossed her hands on her chest and stopped, looking at the clouds in the sky and wondering what she was thinking about like a marshmallow.

Zheng Koumao was extremely enthusiastic and stuck to the glass together, his whole face was squeezed on the glass and looked inside, and then said vaguely:

"It seems to be! Why don't we ask him to eat with us? ”

Chu Che looked at the glass twice, and then looked at Zheng Koumao and Fang Wuwei who were sticking to the glass suspiciously, as if he wondered who these two people saw, and they were so excited.

Shangguan Aolin, who was throwing the plate, obviously also noticed Fang Wuwei and Zheng Koumao, who were looking at him against the glass, and he was also excited for a while.

Throwing away the plate in his hand, Shangguan Aolin also rubbed it on the glass, and then excitedly shouted Fang Wuwei's name. He was regarded as an invisible person, and he was really bored and almost suffocated.

"Let's go?"

Chu Chegan gently patted Wu Meng's fluffy mushroom head.

"Where are you going?"

Wu Meng took a step back, rubbed her hair, and looked at Chu Chegan unhappily.

"Let's eat together, they seem to like this restaurant very much."

Chu Chegan smiled gently, and his voice was also very gentle, just like Wu Meng's big sister.

"They don't like it."

Wu Meng glanced at Fang Wuwei with some loss, then turned his head and said dissatisfiedly.

"But they're happy, aren't they?" Chu Chegan smiled, and then said, "And the last time I had dinner with you, I was also very happy." ”

"Yes. . . Be.. Is it? Wu Meng lowered his head, turned his fingers, and two small red clouds appeared on his face.

"Of course! Wu Meng, let's go! Fang Wuwei and Zheng Koumao ran towards the door of the store, turned around and shouted to Wu Meng, their faces full of joy to reunite with the tenants.

How far the road will be and what will happen, they don't know. But only they know, as long as they are together is enough.

P.S. On the roaring transport plane, Xiao Lian, who was wearing a military uniform, sat quietly beside the Pangu No. 2 that exuded a metallic luster, looked at the endless white clouds outside the window, and whispered:

"Master. . . The apprentice will be there soon. (To be continued.) )!! (Important notice from this site: Please use the free novel app of this site, no ads, no errors, fast updates, members synchronize the bookshelf, please pay attention to the WeChat public account appxsyd (press and hold three seconds to copy) to download the free reader!)