Unemployment at the beginning, I let the big devil of the music world return

Chapter 493 On a Slow Boat to China
The car is driving on the road.

Li Qingning was driving.

Sitting on the co-pilot, Jiang Yang asked a profound question, "Is it the driver's patent for them to touch their legs in a luxury car? If the co-pilot touches the driver's leg, it is easy to cause an accident. Shivering, the gas pedal is pressed to the bottom—”

The traffic lights are up.

Li Qingning touched Jiang Yang's leg, "That's right."

Jiang Yang: ...

What he was actually thinking about was Li Qingning's long legs in jeans, which were very attractive, especially when driving.Just for the sake of safety, he was still in the stage of deliberation, unexpectedly he was molested first.

They drove past the Forest Park just now, and Li Qingning asked Jiang Yang, "Have you not been a volunteer for a while, why?"

"Hi."

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

Lao Zhuang didn't go there for a while, and the leader asked about it. Lao Zhuang said that he sprained his foot accidentally while walking.

but--

Li Qingning's words reminded Jiang Yang that he would go to Laozhuang with the team leader tomorrow.

The car turned into another road.

The elevated subway passes over the road, just as a subway passes by.

Jiang Yang couldn't help remembering 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 to, what kind of happiness they will meet .

later--

Jiang Yang felt lonely when he thought of the people here and the distant place where they were going. There would be no one he was familiar with.

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

Of course, that was before.

Not anymore-

Sitting in the car, Jiang Yang passed by the subway under the sun, feeling that the road ahead is slow and the boat is far away, and life is really good.

"I was young when I set out (when I was still young)...On a slow boat to China (on a small boat sailing far away), I will be, I will be (I will, I will )..."

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

later--

She hummed softly.

Jiang Yang listened quietly, and suddenly thought, if there is a mobile phone, even for a few seconds, he can contact his parents in another world, or they can use their own eyes and ears to let them listen to his wife's words. Geer, that would be great.

Then they will be at ease.

pity--

pity.

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

A very ordinary northern countryside.

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

A few old people sat in front of the door, raised their hickory-like faces, and chatted with each other.

At this time.

An aunt who answered the phone turned on the phone, "Now I'm old I am weathered (now I am in my dying years), My beard is long and white (every beard tells its own story), I have seen many crawling winters (I stumbled in this life), on this sleepy ark (experienced countless wind and rain)..."

Everyone be quiet.

They don't understand.

The voice sounds familiar, but I don't know who sang it.

The song is very gentle.

Listening to it made me feel soothed, bathed in the autumn afternoon sun, and quietly enjoyed the tranquility.

Just a little bit.

The phone hangs up quickly.

My aunt chatted with her neighbors again, and the old intelligence network was slowly starting up, like an old bullock cart that had been doing farm work for a lifetime, pulling the old broken cart around.

suddenly.

The neighbor's mother said: "Ge'er sings really well."

"Yes."

Aunt agrees.

He is doing fine now.

That's good.

The car turned into the neighborhood.

Jiang Yang played with Uncle Wang and the others in the Internet cafe for a while in the morning. When he went to eat lunch at Longfu, he saw Sister Ying saying in the group that she had asked for leave today to raise her baby at home, so she came to have a look.

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

Before the car stopped, Jiang Yang saw Hou Bing sitting on a chair in the community, reading a book.

Read to Grape.

Hou Bing also saw them from a distance and beckoned.

Jiang Yang got out of the car and waited for Li Qingning. After Li Qingning locked the car, they walked over holding hands.

Jiang Yang asked Hou Bing, "What book are you studying?"

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 where Sister Hou Bingying was. After learning that Sister Ying was watching TV alone in the room, she asked Jiang Yang to chat with Hou Bing, and she went to see Sister Ying.

After Li Qingning went in, Jiang Yang chatted with Hou Bing.

Suddenly, the grape sniffed, "It smells really good, is it the smell of rose water?"

"what."

Jiang Yang smelled it on his body, and there was a little fragrance, "Maybe it came from my wife."

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

There are many perfumes in the house, and what about antique perfumes.A few days ago, Li Qingning endorsed a luxury brand of perfume. The brand sent several classic perfumes, but I don't know which one it is.

"It smells gentle and atmospheric."

Putao sniffed again, "It's quite soothing."

Jiang Yang scratched his head.

Can you smell it?

"You have a really good nose," Jiang Yang said.

Putao thinks it's okay, maybe because she can't see, so she will listen to the rain and smell the fragrance with extra heart, touch the sun, feel the wind, use all the senses except the eyes to touch the small world around her, every little bit more harvest She will be very happy when she is in love with her, and she will keep it firmly in her heart, so "she will cherish and be sensitive to things that normal people are accustomed to."

Jiang Yang nodded.

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

The world she touches is still too small, and there are too many things she can't see in this life, even with the help of TV.

Hou Bing reassured her, "I will take you with me in the future, and I will be your eyes. Let's go to listen to the sea, climb mountains, go to the grassland to enjoy the wind, and play with sand in the desert."

Grape: "Okay."

Jiang Yang smiled.

He probably understands the expectations of Putao.

He also had this idea in the car when he came here, hoping to have a pair of eyes so that his parents could see Sister Ning, let them know that his son is living a good life, and let them know that his son has adapted to this place and no longer feels lonely.

pity--

"Ok?"

Jiang Yang suddenly remembered a sci-fi story. In this sci-fi story, there is a kind of eye. Although Jiang Yang’s wish to travel through time and space cannot be fulfilled, it can realize Hou Bing’s wish of being a grape and taking her to see 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 Jiang Yang panicked: "What's wrong?"

"I thought of a good thing!"

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

Sister Ying only has a dilapidated laptop for watching dramas, and the laptop for work is in the company.

and--

Jiang Yang also doesn’t like to use other people’s notebooks, because he is used to his own notebooks, and when he suddenly uses other people’s notebooks, he always feels uncomfortable and can’t concentrate on recalling and copying; also, he is not used to the key position, and it is easy to make typos .

and so--

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

As for the paper—

Now that I use computers, it's really hard to find this paper.

Sister Ying looked left and right, grabbed a few blank sheets of paper on the back from the sofa, and said, "Let's write."

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

　Song Title: On a Slow Boat to China
　　Eighteen chapters are still owed.

　　I will not come down on the street lights, and work hard on the street lights, waiting for me to regain the lost morals.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)