The car is driving on the road.

Li Qingning is driving.

Jiang Yang sat on the co-pilot and asked a profound question, "They sit on the luxury car and touch their legs, is it the driver's patent, the co-pilot's legs on the driver's seat are easy to cause accidents, in case of a shiver, the accelerator is stepped on to the end-"

The traffic light is up.

Li Qingning touched Jiang Yang's leg, "Sort of." ”

Jiangyang: ......

What he was actually thinking about was Li Qingning's long legs in jeans, which were particularly attractive, especially when driving. It's just for safety, he's still in the deliberation stage, and he didn't think of being molested first.

They drove past the forest park just now, and Li Qingning asked Jiang Yang: "I haven't been a volunteer for a while, why?" ”

"Hey."

Jiang Yang leaned his head against the car window and looked outside, "Lao Zhuang is recuperating." ”

Lao Zhuang didn't go for a while, the team leader asked, Lao Zhuang said that he was careless when he was walking, and he hit his foot.

But—

Li Qingning reminded Jiang Yang of this, and he will go with the team leader to see Lao Zhuang tomorrow.

The car turned onto another road.

The elevated subway passes above the highway and happens to be passing by.

Jiang Yang couldn't help but remember the past.

When he was in college, the three schools were in the suburbs, and he had to take the subway.

He stood on the subway more than once, looking at the world below, imagining the distance, always curious about what kind of stories there are in the distance, those passing cars, passing people, what kind of distance they will go, what kind of happiness they will meet.

Later—

Jiang Yang felt lonely when he thought of the people in this place, as well as the distance where they went, and there would not be any people he was familiar with.

Some people yearn for a distant place because there is a place called their hometown.

That was, of course, before.

Not anymore -

Jiang Yang sat in the car, driving by the subway in the sun, and felt that the road ahead was slow and far, and life was really good.

"I was young when I set out...... On a slow boat to China, I will be, I will be......"

Li Qingning turned his head to look at Jiang Yang and continued to concentrate on driving.

Later—

She snorted.

Jiang Yang listened quietly, and suddenly thought that if there was a mobile phone, even for a few seconds, they could contact their parents in another world, or they could use their eyes and ears to let them listen to his wife's songs.

Then they will be reassured.

It's a pity -

Pity.

Jiang Yang picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number.

A very ordinary northern village.

The young people in the village have gone to work, only some old people and children.

A few old men sat in front of the door, raising their hickory-like faces, chatting with each other.

Then.

An older aunt who answered the phone turned it on, "Now I'm old I am weathered, My beard is long and white, I have seen many crawling winters, on this sleepy ark......"

Everyone was quiet.

They don't understand.

I feel that the voice is familiar, and I don't know who sings it.

The song is gentle.

Listening to the soothing mood, bathed in the autumn afternoon sunshine, quietly enjoying this tranquility.

Just a short paragraph.

The phone quickly hung up.

The aunt and the neighbors chatted again, and the old intelligence network was slowly activating, like an old ox cart that had done farm work all his life, pulling the old broken cart to squeak and squeak.

Suddenly.

A neighbor's aunt said, "The song is so good." ”

"yes."

Aunt agreed.

He's doing well now.

That's good.

The car turned into the community.

Jiang Yang and Uncle Wang played in the Internet café for a while in the morning, and when they went to eat Longfu for lunch, they saw Sister Ying in the group saying that she had taken leave to raise a baby at home today, so she came over to take a look.

There is no underground parking lot in this community, and cars go directly into the community.

Without waiting for the car to stop, Jiang Yang saw Hou Bing sitting on a chair in the community, holding a book and reading.

Read it to the grapes.

Hou Bing also saw them from a distance and beckoned.

Jiang Yang got out of the car, waited for Li Qingning, and after Li Qingning locked the car, they walked over hand in hand.

Jiang Yang asked Hou Bing: "What kind of book do you read?" ”

Hou Bing showed the cover of the book, "The Little Prince".

Jiang Yang: "The author of this book is handsome!" ”

Li Qingning nodded his head and asked Sister Hou Bing about Ying, after learning that Sister Ying was watching TV alone in the house, she asked Jiang Yang to talk to Hou Bing, and she went to see Sister Ying.

After Li Qingning entered, Jiang Yang chatted with Hou Bing.

Suddenly, the grapes sniffed, "It smells so good, this is the smell of rose perfume, right?" ”

"Ahh

Jiang Yang smelled the fragrance on his body, "Maybe it's from my wife." ”

As for whether it smells of roses, Jiang Yang doesn't know, anyway, it's quite light and smells good.

There are a lot of perfumes in the house, and what antique perfumes. Li Qingning also endorsed a luxury brand's perfume some time ago, and the brand gave several classic perfumes, but I don't know which one it is.

"It smells gentle."

The grapes sniffed again, "It's quite soothing." ”

Jiang Yang scratched his head.

Can you smell this?

"You've got a good nose." Jiang Yang said.

Grape thinks it's okay, maybe because she can't see, so she will listen to the rain and smell the fragrance with extra care, touch the sun, feel the wind, touch the small world around her with all the senses outside her eyes, and every time she harvests a little more, she will be extra happy, and then keep it firmly in mind, so "she will be extra precious and sensitive to what normal people are accustomed to." ”

Jiang Yang nodded.

Grape smiled and said, "It's a pity that I can't go far." ”

The world she touched was still too small, and there were so many things she couldn't see in her life, even with the help of television.

Hou Bing reassured her, "In the future, I will take you, I will be your eyes, let's listen to the sea, climb the mountain, go to the grassland to blow the wind, and play in the desert with sand." ”

Grape: "Okay. ”

Jiang Yang smiled.

He probably understands the expectations of grapes.

He also had this idea in the car when he came, hoping that a pair of eyes could let his parents see Sister Ning, let them know that his son was living well, and let them know that his son had adapted to this place and no longer felt lonely.

It's a pity -

"Huh?"

Jiang Yang suddenly remembered a science fiction story, in this science fiction story, there is an eye, although Jiang Yang's wish to travel through time and space cannot be realized, but it can realize Hou Bing's wish to be the eye of a grape and take her to see the mountains and rivers.

"Bring Her Eyes"!

"Let's play!"

Jiang Yang's memories of this article flashed in his mind.

He ran into the unit building and knocked on the door.

Li Qingning opened it and was talking to Sister Ying, when he saw Jiang Yang panicking: "What's wrong?" ”

"I thought of a good thing!"

Jiang Yang hugged Li Qingning, and after entering the door, he looked for tools for writing.

Sister Ying only has a worn-out notebook here to watch dramas, and the notebook for work is in the company.

And—

Jiang Yang also doesn't like to use other people's notebooks, because he is used to using his own notebooks, and suddenly uses other people's notebooks, he always feels uncomfortable in his hand and can't concentrate on reminiscing and copying; There is also the fact that the keys are not used to and are easy to make typos.

So—

Sister Ying took out a pen from under the coffee table.

As for the paper –

Now that I use a computer, this paper is really hard to find.

Sister Ying looked left and right, grabbed a few blank pieces of paper from the sofa, "Write." ”

Jiang Yang's current memory is the accumulated flood, and under the surging passion, he can't wait to pour it out, so after taking it, he wrote it on the coffee table.

Song title: On a Slow Boat to China

I still owe eighteen chapters.

I won't get down from the streetlight, and I'll work the streetlight until I find the lost festival.

(End of chapter)