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Chapter 55 Give up your seat

He pulled his lips and sneered unabashedly. The expression on his face was particularly sarcastic and disdainful. His sharp eyebrows were as deep as a knife. He put out the cigarette in his hand and strode into the store, slamming the door behind him!

"Bang!" A sound.

Gu Yuewen just heard that harsh and rough laughter, looked up, only saw the closed shop door.

Look up.

The plaque of Cinda Computer Repair is crumbling in the wind and rain.

It only takes one night for something to collapse.

"Just come here, I'll just wait for the bus." Cheng Xuran stopped beside the bus station.

The huge billboard behind her is inlaid in the glass window. It is her, under the rain, presenting a distorted beauty with the real person.

He held a cigarette with one hand: "Wait a minute."

It wasn't until the bus came and he was the first to get on the bus that Cheng Xuran realized that Song Yanqing must have gone out for something, and it turned out that he was just along the way.

The old city is the terminus, and there are not many people in the car, Song Yanqing walked back, chose a seat by the window and sat down, plugged in the earphones and closed his eyes.

After Cheng Xuran put in the coin, she walked past the empty seat beside him and sat behind Song Yanqing, wearing a white mask.

The atmosphere of the cloudy and rainy day is very strong. Through the glass window, you can see his resting profile, and the bus drives into the long tunnel, which is empty.

When they got in the car, there were several men. There were many empty seats in the car. One of the men was tall and thin, his eyes rolled twice, and he sat down on the empty seat beside Cheng Xuran.

Cheng Xuran looked out the window, not paying attention.

It didn't matter at first, but when the car was driving, the man's body always leaned towards her, hit his shoulder, or was about to touch his leg, Cheng Xuran frowned, and leaned in, but after a while, the man leaned in again. Come over and yell: "What a broken car, it's too wobbly!"

Cheng Xuran took a deep breath, unable to bear it any longer, and just as he was about to stand up, a tall shadow fell in front of him.

The man's collar was pulled up abruptly.

Song Yanqing tugged on the hanging ring with one hand, his face cold and polite: "Give me a seat."

"No, who are you!" The man was unhappy and very angry.

His air pressure was very low: "Get out."

That aura was very scary, Cheng Xuran looked at him in a daze, and called his name in a low voice.

The man responded and walked out: "It turned out to be a male and female friend. What did the little couple sitting separately without sitting together? It's really ..." Maybe he was afraid of being beaten, and he just got out of the car just when he arrived.

Song Yanqing sat down next to Cheng Xuran.

"Just now, thank you."

"He disturbed me." Song Yanqing didn't open his eyes, and there was still some distance between Cheng Xuran and his legs, "I'll sleep for a while."

Cheng Xuran hummed lightly.

The bus was still driving staggeringly, but Cheng Xuran no longer felt that the road ahead was long and hard. The temperature and breath around her were fresh and warm, and her throat slowly rolled down, feeling a little dry.

Most of his face was hidden under the shadow of the hood of the sweater, his demeanor was indifferent and mysterious, he was drowsy, his eyelashes drooped, and he looked enviable.

The light and shadow after the rainy day surged out from the clouds, penetrated the glass window, and gently illuminated his chin little by little, moving along the neat and smooth profile of his face.

The distance was so close that Cheng Xuran could see every detail of the transformation with a slight tilt of his head.

So that indescribable melancholy and bewilderment suddenly appeared in my heart, as if in countless long and dark nights, the dreamed figure turned around, the deep and vague fate entwined a thousand and one nights, The idea of ​​a long life comes to mind.

The wind ruffled her hair and drifted over his shoulders inadvertently.

"Listen to music?" He asked suddenly.

(End of this chapter)