Lang Yangyang planned to come back from the bathroom and settle the bill by the way, and it was better to pay the bill for a blind date or a boy, which seemed more graceful.

Unexpectedly, when he came out of the bathroom, Zhuang Shuo was already standing next to the front desk and waiting.

Lang Yangyang looked at the front desk, and the other party smiled and said, "It's already over." ”

Lang Yangyang is not the kind of person who rushes to pay in the restaurant, so he can only nod and walk out with Zhuang Shuo.

As soon as I walked down the stairs, it rained, and the sparse raindrops in the orange-red glow were a bit dreamy.

"I'll send you."

"Huh?"

Zhuang Shuo said again: "I'll send you." ”

It didn't seem to have the intention of asking Lang Yangyang's consent, his car stopped at the door, and without saying a word, he had already opened the co-pilot's door.

Lang Yangyang looked over, and Zhuang Shuo, who was 1.9 meters tall, was standing next to the SUV.

The arm on the passenger window couldn't stop the muscles in thick clothes.

With wide shoulders and long legs, he looks like a male model who loves the outdoors in an off-road vehicle commercial.

Lang Yangyang bit his lower lip slightly.

The panicked raindrops hit his cheeks, smashing his heartbeat and skipping a beat.

"Okay, that's for you."

Chapter 5

The first time he sat in Zhuang Shuo's co-pilot, Lang Yangyang was still a little uncomfortable, he didn't have a driver's license, he hadn't had a boyfriend for so many years, and he basically used public transportation.

Occasionally riding in a friend's car, he is also the one in the back seat.

This kind of plot where someone opens the co-pilot's car door for himself is only seen in idol dramas a long time ago.

The rain gradually became heavier, and Lang Yangyang knew that if he twisted, he would only let the two of them get drenched, so he had to sit on it simply.

Watching Zhuang Shuo gently close the car door, the two looked at each other through the glass window, as flustered as the raindrops at the moment.

Zhuang Shuo got into the car and started the car very neatly and quickly.

"I live in the Silver Leaf Community." Lang Yangyang took the initiative to say, and after speaking, he felt that talking like this was a bit like talking to the driver, and then added: "Thank you for sending me home, it's troublesome." ”

I want to say what I should say when I get off the bus in advance, what should I say when it comes to that moment?

Is it polite or funny for him to send himself home?

In short, I was very flustered.

Zhuang Shuo nodded and hummed.

Lang pursed his lips, unconsciously grasped the seat belt with both hands, and turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

Changxi City is a tourist city, and it is a city famous for its natural landscapes, and it is indeed very good in terms of natural scenery.

After returning to Changxi City, walking aimlessly on the streets, taking the bus to the suburban forest park for hiking, and crossing the winding mountain road home every day after work are all activities that make Lang Yangyang feel relaxed.

Even walking the dog was in a much better mood.

The scenery outside the window is not tired of seeing, and it diverts attention, making the matter of sitting next to Zhuang Shuo not look so cramped.

After driving for a while, the car stopped at a big intersection, and Lang Yangyang looked up to see that it took two minutes.

It's awkward to say nothing for two minutes, just thinking about it.

Lang Yangyang, like when he was in the workplace before, reflexively took out his mobile phone and pretended to be busy.

The moment he unlocked the phone, Zhuang Shuo braked and said at the same time: "Do you want to listen to the song?" ”

Lang Yangyang, who was holding the phone, silently extinguished the screen, "Okay." ”

They looked at each other and smiled politely and awkwardly.

Zhuang Shuo operation panel, open the list of music, not connected to Bluetooth, is downloaded in advance on the car.

Good old school, Lang Yangyang thought.

After pressing the play button, Zhuang Shuo's mobile phone kept having WeChat messages, he opened it to see the reply message, Lang Yangyang was happy, slightly relaxed, leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the cars in front of him.

The big truck in front passed, and the surroundings were quieter, and Lang Yangyang realized that he had heard Zhuang Shuofang's songs, and he liked to listen to them for a while, and he had listened to them many times.

The eye looks over the touch panel.

The song is called "Sisyphus".

It's a song with a captivating intro, with the singer's signature whistle, crisp drum beats and crisp guitar chords making up this unique song that is both rock and folk.

For a long time, Lang Yangyang was Lang Yangyang's partner who took the last subway home after working overtime late at night.

Yes, Lang Yangyang calls these songs companions.

When you're lonely, music is your best friend.

Zhuang Shuo was still replying to the message, as if it was work news, and when Lang Yangyang skimmed over to him, he could see him drawing in circles on the report.

Half a song passed, Zhuang Shuo put down his mobile phone, started the car, and drove in the direction of Lang Yangyang's house.

I originally thought this song was a coincidence, but he just liked it and downloaded it.

But the strange thing is that Lang Yangyang actually heard every song in the car on the way, and several times when he turned his head to look at Zhuang Shuo, he also looked at himself and didn't ask, but the jerky smile on the corner of Zhuang Shuo's mouth seemed to represent something.

Accompanied by familiar music, Lang Yangyang no longer grabbed the seat belt nervously and awkwardly, and began to enjoy the scenery outside the window in the co-pilot.

The car stopped at the mouth of the alley in this old city, and Lang Yangyang loosened his seat belt.

"Thank you for sending me back."

Lang Yangyang said.

The music at this time is "Rock'n'Roll Suicide", and the delicate voice and psychedelic music make the atmosphere at the moment also beautiful.

It was already dark, the street lights were dim, and the cool air effectively relieved the flush on the faces of the two.

Zhuang Shuo pursed his lips, "You're welcome, it should be." ”

While talking, turn off the music again, afraid that the music is too loud and I can't hear Lang Yangyang speaking.

Lang Yangyang finally laughed, and gently stretched out a finger to point at the touch screen: "The songs we like to listen to seem to have been heard by me." ”

Zhuang Shuo: "Hmm. ”

Well, Lang Yangyang's desire to communicate that had just been ignited was extinguished by this "um" word, he lowered his eyes slightly, and was about to say goodbye politely, Zhuang Shuo added.

He said: "These are all songs that have been shared in your circle of friends. ”

Lang Yangyang was stunned for another moment, "Huh? ”

Zhuang Shuo: "I saw you share it in your circle of friends, so I downloaded it and put it in the car, and you can listen to it when you are in the car." ”

Lang Yangyang's lips opened slightly, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

They had only met for the first time, and they chatted no more than 20 sentences on WeChat, which was rusty, awkward, and unwavering.

But Zhuang Shuo specially went to the circle of friends for him and made a car music list, for Lang Yangyang, it was like a big stone smashed into the lake in his heart.

The splash was so big that it blurred the eyes.

Because this is a very high-level romance for Lang Yangyang.

Lang Yangyang raised his eyes and saw Zhuang Shuo's two big rough hands grasping the steering wheel a little crampedly.

I actually felt a little sweet in my heart.

But he was flustered.

"It's been a long time since you've shared a new song." Zhuang Shuo said again.

Probably unable to stand the silence in the car, Lang Yangyang was immersed in his emotions, but he didn't know that for Zhuang Shuo, it was like waiting for a trial in court.

He had to say something, get the judge to notice him, give him an answer.

Lang Yangyang looked at Zhuang Shuo, "It's busy." ”

"Well, the weather hasn't been good lately, either."

"yes, it's raining a lot this year."

Zhuang Shuo smiled: "It's a good thing for me, there is more rain in spring, and everything can be planted on the farm." ”

"Farm?" Lang Yangyang asked.

Zhuang Shuo: "Well, I opened a farm on the beach of Nanxi River, and I raised horses and something. ”

Lang Yangyang: "Over on the riverside? Do you know South Stream Farms? ”

Zhuang Shuo smiled a little more cheerfully: "It's mine." ”

"Ah......" Lang nodded sheepishly.

It turned out that the self-employed person mentioned by the second aunt was a farmer.

What does it mean to be self-employed, a farm and a small dessert shop, just like you, not of the same magnitude at all.

However, after knowing that Zhuang Shuo was running a farm, his whole image quickly fit in with his work.

At this time, Zhuang Shuo's mobile phone rang again, it was a call. Lang Yangyang thought that he was probably in a hurry at work, so he consciously pushed the car door: "Then I'll go home first." ”

Zhuang Shuo nodded, he was a little anxious about what happened just now, and he said goodbye to Lang Yangyang while answering the phone.

Lang Yangyang smiled, his eyes were crooked, very refreshing and gentle, and his fair face was attached to a light brown turtleneck, like a little sheep and a deer.

He replied in a whisper, "Stay safe, goodbye." ”

Zhuang Shuo's car left quickly, and Lang Yangyang stood at the intersection and thought for a while.

It wasn't until the ripples of the heart lake gradually calmed down that he raised his feet and slowly walked home.

He couldn't see clearly how Zhuang Shuo felt about him, and he couldn't figure out how he felt about Zhuang Shuo.

It seemed that there were footsteps around the lonely hut in the wilderness, and Lang Yangyang, who had been lonely for a long time, didn't know whether this feeling was good or bad.