Orange's eyes were filled with tears, as crystal as a pool of autumn water rippling in the wind. She gently held Hou Ping'an's hand, and then leaned on Hou Ping'an's shoulder.

Hou Ping'an stretched out his hand and hugged the orange's shoulder, but he could feel the orange's shoulder trembling slightly, like a fallen leaf in autumn, shivering in the wind.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Hou Ping'an held her hand and comforted softly, "It's all over." ”

Orange didn't speak, just leaned on Hou Ping'an's shoulder.

Hou Ping'an didn't move, let the orange lean, he leaned back on the chair, looking at the lights in the distance and the starry sky at night. It was a little cold, so he unbuttoned his coat and draped it over Orange.

He hugged Orange's shoulders again.

The two snuggled up to each other and sat for a long time.

By almost ten o'clock in the evening, it was getting colder and colder. Hou Ping'an turned his head to look at the orange, the girl was actually asleep, but Hou Ping'an was leaning on the shoulder, and there were already traces of tears.

"Orange, such a Hou Ping'an, would you want it?"

Hou Ping'an gently squeezed the little hand in his hand and said in a relaxed tone.

"I've been thinking about these things for a long time, but I don't think I can lie to you. So when we have to face the end result, I can't lie to you. ”

It's really a man's mouth and a pair of liars.

Orange suddenly opened his eyes, and then looked at Hou Ping'an's side face, which was really a little handsome. She suddenly quickly leaned her face over, and pecked Hou Ping'an's face like a chicken pecking rice.

Gentle touch, just a little feeling, but just a touch away.

"Okay, Mr. Hou, I'm going home."

Orange stood up with a smile on his face.

"You...... How exactly is it decided. Hou Ping'an looked at the orange, "I've already told you something, you have to give me an answer, right?" ”

"I can't give it, Mr. Hou!" Orange's smile gradually became very reluctant, "I really can't give it, I just want to guard you, and there will be a child, and then ...... I go to class, you go to work, the children are brought to the elderly, and when the children are older, we will bring them ourselves, go to kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school, take the university entrance examination, and watch the children get married and have children. Afterward...... My hair is gray, and the flesh on your face is loose, so we will take a walk in the park, and if you want to learn to square dance, I will learn to twist Yangge. One day, when the grandson is born, you are gone...... Every year I will burn some paper at your grave, buy some meat and vegetables that you like, pour you some wine, and light a cigarette for you. The child and grandson are on their knees......"

Hou Ping'an wanted to speak, but Orange squeezed his hand and motioned him not to speak.

She herself continued, babbling.

"In a few more years, I'll go too, and then we'll be buried together, and our photos will be embedded together. In this world, all the right beauty is in our graveyard. ”

"In this life, I will feel that I have not been in vain!"

Hou Ping'an listened quietly, without interjecting or explaining. He knows that at this time, Orange needs a process of self-emotional release, otherwise the consequences may be serious.

"Teacher Hou, when the time comes, life may only give us ourselves."

"When the time comes, we can't afford to sleep for a long time, or we can turn into butterflies, in fact, it doesn't matter."

"Teacher Hou...... Give me a chance to bury myself with you, okay? ”

Orange's voice was soft, as light as if she was going to sleep. Her hands were cold, even if she put on Hou Ping's coat, it was very cold. So much so that her body kept trembling slightly.

Hou Ping'an stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly in his arms.

What the hell, what's going on here?

Hou Ping'an was a little distressed, holding the orange, also tightly, one hand still gently touched the head of the orange, touched her three thousand green silk, and slowly stroked up and down, soothing the girl's emotions.

Slowly, Orange's body stopped trembling, and his body gradually warmed up.

The light of the street lamp is dim, and the winter wind seems to blow the dim light away, so that the light is pulled like many silk threads, and there is a lot of floating dust between the silk threads.

When Orange entered the community, his back was a little cold, and he didn't look back until he disappeared into the darkness.

Hou Ping'an couldn't see the back of the orange until he sat on the side of the road in a daze, took out the cigarette case, and then slapped out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Boy, come on!"

At this time, the old man's security guard came over, also sat beside Hou Ping'an, stretched out his hand, and clamped two fingers, indicating that he wanted to smoke a cigarette.

This old man has to come every time Hou Ping'an smokes here.

Hou Ping'an smiled and handed one over.

The old man skillfully lit the cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, let out a very comfortable "ah", turned his head and bragged to Hou Ping'an: "The little girl is angry." I see it. Haha, man, I think back then, I was in and out of this street three times, and how many little girls followed me......"

"You're three in and three out, go peek at Lao Wang's daughter-in-law next door taking a bath, right? Chased by Lao Wang's daughter-in-law? ”

"Haha, young man, have an idea!"

The old man bragged, but it made Hou Ping'an laugh. It also reminded him of some things from his past life. Back then, I was just like the old man said.

It is indeed a group of little girls who follow them all day long, swaying and swaying. But what is the end result? Hou Ping'an's heart is not given to anyone, only to himself.

So the little girl changed one stubble after another, but Hou Ping'an was still one, and the golden hoop stick was still one, sweeping everything.

It's just that in this life, it seems that my mood has changed a lot.

The little girl is indeed one after another, but she cares a little too much.

"Uncle, you are this!" Hou Ping'an put the cigarette in his mouth and gave the old man a thumbs up.

The old man was happy and laughed: "That's ...... Back in the day...... Who doesn't know me, but now that I'm old, people, I still have to serve the old. ”

"Gone!" Hou Ping'an snuffed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash.

The old man also stood up and looked at Hou Ping'an: "Young man, it can be seen that you are a lover, or ...... Taking advantage of our friendship, I will take you to a place that promises to make you forget all your troubles. ”

"Where?" As soon as Hou Ping'an saw the old man's expression, he knew what was going on in his head, "Big feet? ”

On the other side of the street is a place to wash feet, called Bigfoot's.

"Hehe, you don't understand, do you...... Uh, don't go, you can really forget all your troubles, really young man......" The old man saw that Hou Ping'an had already gotten into the car, so he hurriedly shouted.

Hou Ping'an laughed, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car out.

The car was in the deserted street, and soon disappeared into the night.

When the car was far away, Orange walked out in the shadow of the building at the entrance of the community, and stood for a while towards the place where the car disappeared.

"Little girl, angry?" The old man is about to aim for the orange.

Orange smiled reluctantly, and did not answer the old man's words.

The old man didn't care, and said to himself: "With my decades of experience in the rivers and lakes, your boyfriend is still a man of temperament, and he is unreliable, in fact, he can't see it in a short time." But if you have a temperament, not only for a short time, but also for a long time, you can see who he is. ”

Orange listened, turned his head to look at the old man: "Then who is he?" ”

The old man nodded matter-of-fact and said, "Rich man." ”

"Flutter!" Orange didn't hold back, this old man was a little funny.

It's just that after a smile, the block in my heart seems to have melted a lot. Hou Ping'an himself said that he was a prodigal son, and perhaps when he was wandering, he had already harvested the hearts of many little girls.

What are you afraid of, or what are you worried about?

Or maybe it's because he has a child with another woman?

Actually, no, everything is just self-pity and sadness, that is, it can't move yourself or your lover. It's just going to make you lose yourself completely.

"Let's go, uncle!"

The orange jumped forward, turned a corner, and disappeared into the neighborhood.

The uncle smoked a cigarette, but his hands were burned, and he shook it off casually, then smiled, shook his head, and went directly to the sentry box.

Young people, I think I was young back then. It's just that when you are young, you are unwilling, so what can you do when you are old? The years can make all your unwillingness become willing.

But when you are really willing, people are old again, and time is lost again.

So everything that should be picked up, but there is no time to pick it up. It's time to put it down, but there's no time to put it down. That's how it goes.

No one listens to what is said, because everyone understands it.

So this kind of young thing, if you don't persuade you, you may not listen to it. You'll have to figure it out for yourself. Some of them have an epiphany all of a sudden. Some of them are indeed the trickle of time, and then after experiencing more, they will be enlightened.

Hou Ping'an drove the car and sped back on the highway.

Orange jumped happily and got on the elevator.

Hou Ping'an drove the car, looking at the night outside the window and the snow white in front of the headlights, feeling that the night was deep.

Orange entered the room, her parents were asleep, she looked out the window alone, and also felt the depth of the night.

Hou Ping'an drove it, and suddenly thought, why did he rush overnight and not sleep in the county before leaving?

Orange closed the window and lay on the bed, wondering if Hou Ping'an drove back overnight tonight? Or do you want to stay in the county for one night before leaving?

Two people, two different minds, but there are always times when they collide with the same.

Hou Ping'an finally stopped, in a service area. There aren't many people in this service area, but it's big enough. During the Spring Festival holiday, there are very few people on the expressway.

The car stopped, and Hou Ping'an went to have a meal first. Buffet, 48 yuan per person, the taste is OK, but it is not very hot, warm meals. After eating, I went and poured another glass of boiling water.

"Do you want accommodation?"

A waiter in the service area came over and said to Hou Ping'an.

"Stay."

Hou Ping'an agreed almost without thinking.

Open the room to sleep, and then one night, can occasionally hear the sound of cars whizzing by. The accommodation conditions are also good, and I slept until more than eight o'clock in the morning.

Get up and wash up, take your things and go out.

More than a dozen cars have been parked in the service area. Hou Ping'an went to check out, and the waiter gave him a certificate and said: "Take this when you go out of the highway, and you won't be counted as a overtime fee." ”

Overtime fee? Hou Ping'an smiled. Isn't it free during the Spring Festival? This proves to be.

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