Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 597 611 [Light bulb]

A black Lincoln sedan, running on the road——
The person driving in front is Zhu Fugui.

Zhu Fugui glanced at his cousin through the rearview mirror.

Song Zhichao closed his eyes slightly, as if he had drunk too much wine.

Haitang was sitting next to Song Zhichao, with her eyes slightly closed, neither of them spoke, looking very silent and unfamiliar.

"Hey, after a long time, it is inevitable that we will become unfamiliar." Zhu Fugui knew a little about the relationship between his cousin Song Zhichao and Miss Haitang, so he couldn't help sighing at this moment.

But is this really the case?
Behind the car seat, in a place that Zhu Fugui couldn't see anyway, Miss Haitang's hand was grabbed by Song Zhichao, and Song Zhichao used his fingers to write on her palm.

For Song Zhichao, he has a lot of things in his heart that he wants to say to Haitang.

The reverse is also true.

Miss Haitang also has a lot of things in her heart that she wants to tell Song Zhichao.

It's just that they are reserved people, not the kind of people who like to speak with their mouths.

Therefore, Song Zhichao's small actions seemed very interesting.

Song Zhichao wrote on Haitang's palm: "I'm sorry."

Haitang turned around and wrote on his palm: "Why?"

Song Zhichao wrote: "You understand."

Haitang: 'I don't understand. '

In many cases, the reason why Jin Yong's martial arts novels are welcomed by many young men and women is the lingering love between men and women in the books, in addition to the attractive storylines of the novels.For example, the love between Zhang Wuji, who is not good at talking, and Zhou Zhiruo.

Song Zhichao felt that he was "Zhang Wuji" at the moment, and Haitang girl was "Zhang Min". The scene of the two of them riding in a car was like the two of them riding in a small boat in a novel. If I had to use one sentence to describe it, then That is --- at this time, silence is better than sound.

Of course, everything would be more perfect without the "light bulb" Zhu Fugui in front of us.

so---
"Ahem, Fugui, you are also tired today, how about this, you put the car anywhere, we go back by ourselves, and you go to bed early." Song Zhichao said to Zhu Fugui who was driving in front of him in a good voice.

If you are a smart person, you will understand what to do at this time. There is a man and a woman, of course there must be a private space; but Zhu Fugui is different. After being trained by Song Zhichao, Zhu Fugui has completely become a working robot, and he has never talked about it. When you are in love, you don't even know what "private space" is.

"No need, cousin, you don't have to worry about me—I'm young and I can handle it! It's because you and Miss Haitang drank too much, I should send you back." Zhu Fugui said responsibly.

Song Zhichao scratched his eyebrows with his hands: "Fugui, I know you are serious about your work, and your attitude towards work is even more conscientious—but now it's not working hours, so there's no need to be so rigid."

This has been said very clearly.

Haitang couldn't help but say: "Um, there's me too, I can take care of your cousin too."

Zhu Fugui: "You? You are a woman, besides, you also drank too much wine, what if something happens on the way?"

a tendon.

Haitang helplessly rolled her eyes.

Song Zhichao had no choice but to say to this perplexed cousin again: "It's okay, I'll blow the air and I'll sober up, you'd better leave first."

This is simply the rhythm of driving people away.

If you were an ordinary person, you should understand why at this time, but Zhu Fugui is not an ordinary person——Song Zhichao has exercised his professional ability, but not his ability to pick up girls. He is an idiot in this regard.

"No, cousin, I promised everyone that I will send you home safely." Zhu Fugui was loyal.

Song Zhichao rolled his eyes.

"Ahem, that's good, I feel a little uncomfortable, so you don't need to send it." Song Zhichao asked Zhu Fugui to stop.

Zhu Fugui: "..."

Had to stop.

Song Zhichao went down.

Haitang: "Well, I'm a little motion sick." Supporting her head with her hands, "I won't take your car anymore, I'll go with Mr. Song."

Zhu Fugui: "..."

Seeing Song Zhichao and Haitang getting out of the car one after another and standing on the side of the road, Zhu Fugui realized something.

"Then cousin, Miss Haitang, I won't accompany you, I'll drive the car back first." Zhu Fugui finally got smart once.

"Well, okay. I'll call you when we get to the hotel." Song Zhichao told him to leave with peace of mind and stop making light bulbs.

On the contrary, Haitang was a little shy. It was so late, and she was with a man, a lonely man and a widow. This...was too intimate.

Zhu Fugui made an "OK" gesture and smiled knowingly, "Then cousin, you go back slowly, I'll wait for your call." After speaking, Zhu Fugui drove away.

……

The night is dark and the lights are bright,
By the road——
Looking at the car going away, Song Zhichao breathed a sigh of relief, and looked around, but it was also the bustling area of ​​Panyu. Although it was late, the surroundings were brightly lit. Many night market stalls had just opened, many wage earners, and people who got off work at night People who go to work enjoy delicious food at the food stalls.

Not far away, there are seven or eight young people dressed in fashion, all wearing the most fashionable jeans and denim clothes, with red cloth tied on their heads, and tape recorders on their shoulders playing explosive disco songs. Twist your waist, swing your ass, and dance disco together.

Some older people, with their hands behind their backs, looked at the group of young people curiously, with a look of envy in their eyes, as if they were sighing: "It's good to be young!"

In another place, a middle-aged man is leaning against a wire of a utility pole, rattling a wrench to explode popcorn—surrounded by many sleepless kids with runny noses and holding rice bowls, Waiting for the delicious popcorn to come out.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Song Zhichao couldn't help turning his head and smiling at Haitang, "Do you want some popcorn?"

"Afraid of getting fat." Haitang said arrogantly.

Song Zhichao deliberately looked her up and down -- not to mention, Haitang's figure is really good, tall and slender, with a slim waist, this figure is at the level of a female model in Hong Kong.

Seeing Song Zhichao's eyes fixed on her, Haitang felt as sweet as eating honey, but said, "Why are you staring at me? Scoundrel, you men, you don't have a single good thing!" To put it bluntly, Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao smiled.

He went up to buy some popcorn, then handed it to Haitang and said, "Eat some, it's very sweet."

Haitang didn't refuse, just pinched one and put it in her mouth.

Song Zhichao also grabbed a handful and ate.

The two stood on the side of the road, watching everything in front of them, eating popcorn, feeling the sweetness in their hearts.

A few naughty children came over boldly.

Song Zhichao distributed the popcorn to them.

They ran happily, chasing after.

Looking at these carefree children, Haitang suddenly cried.

Song Zhichao asked her why she was crying.

Haitang said that she remembered her childhood.

When people grow up, they can never go back to their childhood.

The lost time will never look back.

Immediately, Song Zhichao felt his heart soften, and took out a handkerchief to help Haitang, a sentimental girl, wipe away her tears.

Haitang cried and leaned her head gently on Song Zhichao's shoulder.

The starry sky is infinite, shimmering with cold light.

Looking at the beautiful woman who was pillowing his shoulder, Song Zhichao's heart was warm.

(End of this chapter)