At night.

Wang Zheng: They stayed at the school.

The postman used to live here when he was delivering letters.

Before he died, Mr. Wang left a letter and did not send it out, because Mr. Wang told Mr. Wang in the letter last time that they would come to see him during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Mr. Wang didn't wait, and apologized to Old Man Wang in the letter.

He said, "Life is like this, many things have not had time to do, many words have not had time to say, and there has not been time to say goodbye, so I got off in a hurry." The only difference is that it is Wang Zheng who gets off the bus in front, it is my parents, and now it is me.

I don't know if I'll go to heaven, and if I do, I won't either.

Because I have dreamed of them many times, I have stood in front of them, and I cannot say anything.

Not all mistakes can be forgiven, not all hurts can be healed, and time can do nothing. ”

He was very grateful to Jiang Yang and Old Man Wang, especially Old Man Wang.

He said that people always like to be miserable, but when they hear that someone is worse than themselves, or just as miserable, their hearts will be happy. Old Man Wang's choice made him feel a little more joyful in his heart. "You see, that's what people do."

The only thing he was glad for was that he could finally say goodbye.

"It's lucky enough to say goodbye before parting."

After reading the letter, Wang Zheng came out of his residence and looked overhead, it was clear and starry, and the moonlight was just right.

He sat in the courtyard, looked at the stars, lit a cigarette and smoked it.

At this moment, there was a sound on the side of the school wall, and Wang Zheng turned his head to see that two short figures came over, wearing school uniforms. When he got closer, he realized that it was two little girls, who were looking at him and pointing.

Finally, the tall student asked him, "Are you Wang Zheng?" ”

Wang Zheng nodded.

The little girl handed him a letter, "Teacher Wang let you read it alone." ”

They're gone.

Wang Zheng walked to the street lamp in front of the school toilet and opened the letter.

This is an envelope addressed specifically to him.

Mr. Wang said that he was glad that someone remembered Wang Zheng. At the time of the car accident, he did complain for a while about why they went to climb the mountain, why they didn't protect her, and he even blamed the person who invented the car, but this was just an escape. Some things happened so coincidentally, he didn't blame anyone, and Mr. Wang even knew that it had nothing to do with his cheating.

"I'm very honest, this has nothing to do with you, you are not at fault, let it go, child."

Wang Zheng let out a sigh of relief.

He looked at the sky, and the light of the moon was blurring, like the staining of a landscape painting.

He's here for that.

Standing in front of the grave during the day, he thought he would never hear it again.

Jiang Yang's grandson is really-

If he were a woman, he would have to snatch it.

Never mind.

Wang Zheng folded the paper, thinking that the Great Demon King would chop him up and feed him to the fish.

He remembered that the title page of "The Village Teacher" was written, "To my parents, to all the teachers, and, to Mr. Wang." ”

Kill two birds with one stone.

This kid is not kind.

***

Not long after Jiang Yang hung up the video of Uncle Wang, he received the model boat.

This Maodong Mall is still good, the logistics speed is fast enough, I just don't know if the boss of Maodong also doesn't know if his wife is not beautiful, but it doesn't matter, because now I don't know that the name of his wife's beauty is already Jiangyang's.

Jiang Yang is quite innocent.

He just doesn't know that his wife is a big star, and it's not that he doesn't know if he is beautiful.

He's old and long-legged.

After Jiang Yang got the model in his hands, he remembered some things, but not much.

This kind of model ship is quite different from a luxury cruise ship, and it doesn't have that feeling of being on board.

Jiang Yang memorized "The Pianist at Sea" and wrote it in almost a day.

As for those who can't remember—

Jiang Yang is not out of the question, but this method is very dangerous.

He thought about it, but he still couldn't do it, and went into the water to swim by himself.

Li Qingning picked up the score in the house, that is, he wrote down the songs into a score.

She likes "The Pianist at Sea" a lot, not only because of the exaggerated piano fighting scenes in it, but also because of the music here.

Pretty good.

While picking up the score, she turned her head from time to time, looked through the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at Jiang Yang, watched him dog, and enjoyed it for a while.

In fact, there is a swimming pool in a community clubhouse in Kyoto.

But Jiang Yang never went.

He verbally said that he didn't like to play in the water, but in fact, he was afraid that he would make people laugh.

It doesn't matter anymore.

It's good to close the door and play by yourself.

Jiang Yang played for a while, and came up bored.

He didn't bother Li Qingning.

Jiang Yang felt that he was a person who could endure loneliness, or be able to be alone with himself.

When I was a child, other children went out to play, and when her mother was hot, she was afraid that he would drown, when she was cold, she was afraid that he would fall into an ice hole, and if she was cold, she was afraid that he would be hit by a car and abducted by traffickers, so when she was busy outside, she locked Jiang Yang at home.

Of course, it's uncomfortable.

But after a long time, Jiang Yang gradually liked to play alone, arrange the troops with poker, and watch the ants fight for a long time. If the ants don't fight, rub them together and let them fight.

But—

When he plays alone, the most comfortable thing for him is to have someone at home with him.

Although we don't play together, we don't feel lonely, and I'm happy, just like a little beggar who suddenly gets a particularly delicious pastry, and is reluctant to eat it.

Therefore, as long as Li Qingning can be seen, Jiang Yang is alone in the courtyard pondering very interestingly.

And—

It's also a fun place, standing in the courtyard, facing the sea, you can hear the sound of waves hitting the reef.

Empty all your minds.

It's big enough.

Jiang Yang groped around-

"It's just because I took a look at you in the crowd that I never forgot your face......"

The phone rang.

Li Qingning answered the phone, her father called, and the school will officially have the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday tomorrow, and asked Li Qingning about the arrangement. This son-in-law came to the door, and it was impossible to see him all night and morning, and then ignore it again, "Where did you hide people?" ”

He also wants to play chess with Jiang Yang.

This is the final test.

Li Qingning was very innocent: "I can hide there-"

She pushed open the door and saw a very speechless scene.

Jiang Yang didn't know where to move the human skeleton model out.

This human skeleton model was originally bought by Li Qingning.

The vocal cord is the most unique instrument, more important and difficult to control than any other. When practicing scientific vocalization and maintenance of the vocal cords, Li Qingning once bought this human skeleton model for research: when inhaling, the ribs will expand, the cervical spine will become shorter, and the lungs will expand, and in ergonomics, these will affect the pronunciation of the human body.

But now—

Jiang Yang put a hat on it, put a guitar next to it, and looked at the skeleton thoughtfully.

He felt that this skeleton frame with guitar also had a story, an animation.

"You'll call it later—"

Jiang Yang just can't remember the name, just the feeling that he can't remember it when it's clearly on his lips.

He wondered, should he try the last resort?

Knock on the head?

It is possible to produce double yolk eggs.

Of course, it could also be an empty bomb.

But in Li Qingning's eyes, Jiang Yang spoke to a skeleton, and this scene was very weird.

Don't drive your husband crazy.

"Okay, I see."

Father Li said on the phone that he would arrange it for tomorrow, Li Qingning agreed, hung up the phone, and walked over to ask him what he wanted.

Jiang Yang: "Looking for inspiration." ”

"Don't think about it, I'll take you to find inspiration tomorrow, and you can definitely find it."

Li Qingning looked at the sky, it was still early.

She asked Jiang Yang to go around the beach first and relax.

She called Sister Xia and the others over, and went down to find him later, and ate barbecue together on the beach.

Ah, the update is so slow, I don't dare to bubble in the comment area.

Embarrassed.

Still working on it.

(End of chapter)