He Ping drove the car on the road to City B, with beautiful scenery and a gentle breeze.

Perhaps, like the ancient poets, every time I am closer to home, I feel a little more emotional. Therefore, Song Zhiwen's "closer to home, more timid, dare not ask the comer" has been passed down through the ages, and every wanderer has a feeling of returning home, but this feeling is only elated when he returns to his hometown.

"He Ping, do you remember a poem that Song Zhiwen asked?" Quietly looking at the scenery outside the window, feeling the taste of home.

"I'm more timid about homesickness, and I don't dare to ask anyone. But don't worry, we have navigation, even if the house is demolished, you can find a place! He Ping quipped.

Jing Jing is not as sentimental as other wanderers, because she does not need to return to her hometown, she works very hard, and her achievements are obvious to all. Although it is not as good as those rich and expensive petites or rich second generations, they can live the life they want with their own efforts.

"Go, I'm not afraid!" Jing Jing was amused and said disgustedly.

"Uh..., that's by asking where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy is pointing to Xinghua Village!" He Ping thought about it and smiled.

"I'd like to find a shepherd boy riding a bull and take a picture with you. Wrong! Quietly let He Ping guess again.

"But Ling Gui has a day, and I don't dare to hate Changsha. Hey, hey, hey! He Ping smiled, knowing that this poem was exactly what Jing Jing wanted to say.

"That's amazing! I know that. Jing Jing thought that this poem was originally from a partial poem, but I didn't expect He Ping to be able to say it, and I couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"I sometimes read poetry, and I like the mood in it. However, in this poem, Song Zhiwen is looking forward to returning to the court, and he doesn't dare to complain about the powerful anymore, as if he is going with the flow. He Ping briefly explained.

"When I think of the sentences in this poem, different feelings come to mind. When I am at home, I always feel that the outside world is good, and I want to live in a strange and beautiful city, and if I really live in this city for a long time, the feeling of missing home will become heavier and heavier, until it becomes a stone in my heart. At this time, I felt that I didn't dare to hate Changsha, and I also felt that home was the best place. Jing Jing explained.

"Well, I didn't think you could convert already, not bad. When you get home soon, you can let go of all your worries and breathe in the air of your hometown. He Ping nodded in agreement.

The two chatted all the way and soon arrived in the center of City B.

City B has not been disturbed by too many mutant beasts, and the whole city is not in a state of tension and panic like City A and City Z, with pedestrians leisurely and busy traffic.

"There's not much of a mutant invasion here, so why do I feel weird?" He Ping had an indescribable feeling.

"What's wrong? The pace of life in City B is already very slow, and it is a good city to live in. Looking out the window quietly, looking at the leisurely crowd on the side of the road, some of them sat at the small round table in front of the tea shop, knocking on Erlang's legs and leisurely tasting tea. Some sat on benches on the side of the road, leisurely scrolling through their mobile phones.

He Ping had been stationed in City B before, and he didn't know much about City B, although he agreed with Jingjing's statement, he always felt a little strange in his heart, and as for what was different, he couldn't say it at once.

"He Ping, there is Baiyun Shopping Mall in front, let's go there and buy something!" Quietly pointed to a towering building in front of him.

"Okay, wait until I stop the car!" He Ping found a parking space on the side of the road, parked the car and walked quietly towards Baiyun Building.

Baiyun Building is a landmark building in City B, and the surrounding pedestrian streets are criss-crossed, and it is a commercial center.

In the past, it was a luxury to spend here, and when I walked past a pizzeria or steakhouse, I would always swallow my saliva, and I would persuade myself to eat some once in a while, and then enjoy it when I had money. Even if you go to the mall, it's just a stroll, and occasionally you muster up the courage to try on your favorite clothes, see the price, or persuade yourself to be frugal is the most important thing.

Now she doesn't need to find so many reasonable excuses for herself to comfort her humble heart, she can eat what she wants, buy what she wants, of course, eat the food she likes to eat, buy what she needs, and not waste it without restraint.

He Ping kept Jing on one side and walked across the road to the square in front of the mall.

In the center of the square is a musical fountain that splashes at different rhythms with the rhythm of the music. Jingjing pulled He Ping to let a passing little girl help them take pictures, and when the little girl returned the mobile phone to Jingjing, she whispered to Jingjing's ear, "Sister, brother is so handsome, bless you!" ”

"Thank you!" Jingjing smiled and waved her hand to the little girl.

He Ping looked at the quietly smiling like a blooming flower, and asked puzzledly, "What did the little girl tell you?" Laughing so happily. ”

"She said why did you use scissor hands when you took pictures!" Jing Jing certainly wouldn't tell him the truth.

He Ping picked up the scissorhands that had not yet been disbanded, turned his wrist to look at it front and back, and said, "Also, it's always a scissorhand when taking pictures." Then next time I'll stand in a military posture and salute! ”

"Then it's Scissorhands!" Quietly holding back a smile, he Ping said with a blank look.

"What do uncles and aunts like?" He Ping asked.

Jing Jing rolled his eyes and thought about it, as if he was counting the shopping list in his mind, "My dad sometimes likes to drink, buy him two bottles of bar. My mother is a teacher, and she is uncomfortable standing for a long time, so how about buying them a massage chair? And..."

He Ping listened to a bunch of things quietly Balabala, looked back at the car, and thought to himself, "This car can't fit it!" ”

After walking around the mall for two hours, I quietly bought a pale yellow shirt and a pair of cropped pants, bought a white shirt for He Ping, and bought a pink shirt to shade the sun considering that he was going to wear a gun.

"Pink? I've never worn this color before, and if they saw it, they would laugh, no, no! He Ping shook his head and said.

"Oops, it's good-looking, really! How do you know if you don't try? Give it a try! Quietly pushed He Ping into the fitting room.

He Ping reluctantly entered the fitting room to change clothes, and when he came out, he quietly covered his open mouth with his hands, and his eyes lit up.

"How's that?" He Ping looked at the clothes on his body and asked unconfidently.

"Beautiful!" Before she could speak, the salesman behind her said with a smile.

Jing Jing turned his head to look at the salesman, who shrugged his shoulders apologetically and quietly responded with an okay smile.

"Hear it, I still have an eye, that's it!" Quietly smirked.

"Oh, then him!" He Ping is going to Jingjing's house, and dressing too seriously will make her parents feel restrained.

When He Ping returned to the fitting room, he quietly said, "Put it on, we'll go home in a while!" ”

"Oh!" He Ping couldn't be quiet, and could only follow her orders.

Back in the fitting room, He Ping took the matching gun with him and hid it behind his side.

"How much?" He Ping walked to the counter and asked the cashier.

"She's already paid." The camper looked at Jing Jing and said.

"Let's go!" Quietly saw He Ping wearing the clothes he picked and said happily.

"Oh!" He Ping followed Jing Jing and walked out.

As soon as the two walked out the door, the cashier and the salesperson got together.

"That little brother is so handsome! And, it's cool! ”

"That young lady is so beautiful, I envy it!"

He Ping was carrying a large bag of things, hanging on his shoulders and holding them in his arms, he really couldn't spare his hands, and he still had one in his mouth.

Quietly a little better, put the things into a large bag, and struggled to hold it to his chest.

The massage chair was sent directly to his home in the store, which saved He Ping a lot of heart, and he was worried about the massage chair, but he was relieved when he heard that it could be delivered.

Quietly hearing He Ping's worries, he joked that he was a little wooden. Originally, He Ping didn't need to do this, his subordinates would take care of everything, but when he did it himself, he realized that if he lived an ordinary life, it would be really difficult to take care of himself.

The rear seat was full, and the two sat back in the car, relieved.

Jing Jing jumped out of the car again, went to the ice cream spot on the side of the road and bought two matcha-flavored ice creams, handed them to He Ping, and said, "Matcha flavor, I hope you will like it!" ”

"How do you know I like matcha?" He Ping asked curiously.

"Wow! If you also like matcha flavor, that's good! Jing Jing was glad that the two of them coincided, pulled on the seat belt, and ate happily.

He Ping held the steering wheel with one hand to eat, and ate with ice cream in the other. When you encounter a photo, you should quickly hide the ice cream, although someone will deal with the violation or something, and it is good to have less trouble.

The car drove out of the city and ran in the direction of Jingjing's house.

Jingjing's home is in a county town belonging to City B, which is a tourist city with an endless stretch of ancient city walls. The antique buildings are still standing after the wind and rain of various dynasties, leaving traces of time and showing the splendor of this place.

Quietly's father Guo Xiaotian is a writer, whenever he is tired or uninspired, he likes to drink alone, and the imitators of the ancients used wine as a song and enjoyed it alone.

Guo Xiaotian is a temperamental person who likes to make friends, like to write, and like to drink. However, the amount of alcohol is pitiful, in the words of Jingjing's mother, everyone else is a little wine and pleasant, and he is drunk when he is a little drunk.

Jingjing's mother, Li Ping, is a middle school teacher, who attends classes every day, and also takes care of housework and cooking. Although Jingjing's father is often at his desk, and in his free time, he also lies on the balcony and looks up at the sky, contemplating the world in his mind, but Jingjing's mother has never complained, she feels that this is part of Jingjing's father's life, and if he chooses another way of life, I am afraid he will not be himself. And Jingjing's mother likes this feeling of home, quiet and leisurely.

Quietly leaving home to go to Z City, her mother disagreed, but Guo Xiaotian felt that going to different places and experiencing different lives was a life experience and growth.

Guo Xiaotian is thinking about Jingjing's growth, and Li Ping is thinking about Jingjing's safety. A little girl's family went to a strange city, with no relatives and no one to take care of her when she was sick or something, and she was resolutely opposed at first.

After Guo Xiaotian's patient persuasion and various assurances, Li Ping reluctantly nodded.