Not an illusion!

The boy I saw on the train was standing outside the platform at the moment.

As for how he got off the train and how he squeezed out of the gate so neatly, Lin Ying didn't want to know.

As long as it is proved that the boy is not illusory, but real, Lin Ying's melancholy mood can be relieved.

…… Fortunately, in other words, how can there be ghosts and gods in this scientifically developed society?

Since the boy really exists, then there are some questions that you still have to ask him to understand.

With this assumption, Lin Ying quickly dragged up the suitcase and joined the flow of people pushing and shoving out of the station.

Lin Ying followed closely behind Huoyazi, only feeling like a seaweed in the deep sea, swaying left and right with the black pressure of the sea, unable to decide the direction by his own will.

The crowd was hot and stuffy, and as long as you lifted your feet, you could never find the next place to stay, and there was not a single gap.

There weren't many passengers left on the train just now, and when I got out of the station, I didn't know where they came from.

And the people who came out of the station seemed to have long been accustomed to it, and their faces were painted with high spirits, crowded

Lin Ying didn't even know how he got out of the platform gate, but he felt a cool breeze blowing on his face, and his body was much more relaxed.

She greedily took several deep breaths of air, a feeling of rebirth.

Undecided, Lin Ying raised his jaw again, and found that the place where the boy and Xiao Mao had been standing was empty, and he didn't know where he went.

…… It's just a blink of an eye, and it's lost again?

Doesn't that boy have some kung fu, right?

Comes and goes like the wind, leaving not even a trace.

But this time, Lin Ying will definitely not give him another chance to say goodbye, and must let him explain why the young man is like Lin Ying's late father and does not allow her to return to Da Si Village.

Lin Ying's gaze looked around, capturing the long and upright and refreshing figure.

"Whoa—it's really a lazy woman's burden, a nest! You use these two things for such an important thing?! ”

A scolding voice caught Lin Ying's attention.

She turned her head, but she didn't expect that the three figures were around the corner of the exit gate far away from the sky.

Because Lin Ying's "boy" is standing in the middle of Xiao Mao and Huoya at the moment, it is completely different from what he is wearing in the carriage.

The "boy" wears a white short-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body, a black suit vest on the outside, and a pair of black suit pants on the bottom.

Just wanted to step forward, but Lin Ying hesitated.

The "boy's" face, hairstyle, height and figure are exactly the same as in the car, but the feeling is very different.

Lin Ying saw the young man standing behind Xiao Mao with his chin high and impatiently pushed up the black sunglasses on his face, as if he was extremely irritated by the two pinching each other.

There was no trace of sunshine in him, but instead he was cold and cold.

In the big sun, the young man just stood there without saying a word, and the cold aura emanating from his body was enough to make Lin Ying gasp.

Obviously, Lin Ying is not the only one who has this feeling.

Huoyazi was coping with Xiao Mao's scolding, and his eyes kept sneaking a glance at the boy, who seemed to be more afraid of the boy than this yellow-haired boy who was full of evil words.

Huoyazi was scolded in public and couldn't hold back the monster on his face, and he was afraid that the number of Xiao Mao would be too much, which would cause the young man to criticize himself more and more, so he quickly tilted his head and winked at Xiao Mao, and said aggrievedly:

"Xiao Mao, I can be regarded as a cousin according to my seniority, you are so miserable, aren't you also deducting for our own family...... What are the benefits? ”

…… Cousin? An uncle who looks like he can be Xiao Mao's father is Xiao Mao's cousin?

Lin Ying listened from behind, and couldn't help but be surprised, the age images of those two people clearly had a strong contrast.

She sighed silently in her heart: The age span of the people in this village is really big.

Huoyazi's words obviously had an effect, and Xiao Mao's scolding stopped abruptly, and his fingers poked straight between Huoyazi's eyes in the air.

Xiao Mao hung a pair of slender mouse eyes, and the eyeballs were rolling under the eyelids, rolling and spinning, as if he was thinking about the meaning of Huoyazi's words.

…… Huoyazi is right, it is said that Huoyazi is also a little related to himself, Huoyazi deserves to be beaten and scolded, but if Huoyazi is said to be ineffective and useless in front of the young master, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not affect Xiao Maomao himself.

is the so-called: Lao Tzu sits in the class room, and his son is clamped by the bar, pulling his ears and cheeks and moving.

Thinking like this, Xiao Mao also learned not to turn his head and peeked at the young man behind him, and saw that his face under the black sunglasses had always been cold without a trace of change, and then looked back at Huoyazi, and the two of them exchanged glances sneakily.

The meaning in those eyes could even be seen by Lin Ying, which was nothing more than a reminder to Xiao Mao not to arch the fire in front of the young man.

Xiao Yan understood it, pretended to cough twice, cleared his throat and diverted the topic.

His fingers slid down slightly to the neck of Huoyazi, pointed to the lady's satchel that did not match the image of the old man at all, and said in disgust:

"Tut-tut, look what you've hung up here. And from which dead woman in the city did you pull it from? ”

Huoyazi glanced at Xiao Mao, and said in his heart that he was a bamboo shoot in the mountains, with a thick mouth and a hollow belly.

Let him turn the conversation away, why don't you open which pot to mention.

Xiao Mao looked at the appearance of his teeth, "oops" and didn't fight in one place, Xiao Mao thought he was relieving him, but he still got a blank eye.

Xiao Mao cushioned his feet, crossed his hands on his waist, and shouted: "To die?!" It's piercing! I said, why did you come back this time and delay it for so long, it turns out that you are tired of getting along with the city again, be careful to go back to the village and tell your mother that big worm at home. ”

"Whew-"

Huoyazi was pierced by someone, and his face couldn't get up and down, and he secretly screamed in his heart: You pug lifted the curtain of the door and cleaned this mouth.

Huoyazi wanted to reply a few sentences, but because the little braid was bitten between the teeth of the little hair, he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he immediately shrank his backbone and said with a flattering smile:

"Cousin, good cousin. The things in this shoulder are valuable, and I can only hang it close to my neck to feel at ease, and the Qianxiu girl is just right on the shoulder. ”

Lin Ying couldn't cry or laugh when he heard it, this open-minded man is also a sincere and non-deceitful person, Xiao Mao really deceived his good name in the city without saying a word.

Of course, Xiao Mao also noticed that there are many old men in the village who are suffocated, and when they finally enter the city, they will inevitably have to relieve their lovesickness and vent their desires.

According to the words of the village chief, the village is full of dry firewood in all seasons, and even the firewood poles in the budding rice field are crushed over and over again.

Xiao Mao disdains to be verbose with his teeth, for fear that there will be too many people and too many people.

"Tsk, it's okay! If you don't hurry up, the village chief will have to wait—"