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The woman covered her mouth and giggled for a long time, and then asked a question that is a proposition for all men: "Then tell me, what's so good about this picture of me? Don't say that I look good." , you just praised me for looking good."

Lin Qingyou couldn't help but leaned forward, trying to see exactly where this stunning photo that made people sit up in a dying illness and has the effect of rejuvenating hands was absolutely located. She stretched her head to look for a long time, and finally found it.

It's definitely there - Chen Zhou didn't click on it at all.

The woman sent a flash photo, which can only be seen by pressing your finger on the screen, and that flash photo is alone in the chat history, waiting for the owner's blessing.

It's a pity that the owner it was waiting for was obsessed with overtaking, and didn't even give it a corner of his eye.

But Chen Zhou's awesomeness is also awesome here, and the title of Lecheng's number one romantic son is not bragging. Even if he didn't look at the photo, the rainbow fart he blows is still like flowing water.

"Overall, it's a good word. You can see that the photo has clear pixels, the characters are rich and vivid, the camera angle is moderate, the body position and eye expression are in place, and from the shooting point of view, the mobile phone is of high grade. The shooting techniques are precise, the angles are clearly visible, the background is plain but elegant, and the scenery is unique, which can be called a classic masterpiece of a generation."

Jing Xing: "..."

Lin Qingyou: "..."

"Oh, that's all right, baby, let's not talk anymore, I have something else to do here." Chen Zhou glanced at the rearview mirror, accelerated and overtook the car, "I'll call you when I'm done, I love you , be good."

"..."

Lin Qingyou always felt that this girl's voice didn't resemble yesterday's humming, so she couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked him, "Master Zhou, is this the humming from yesterday?"

"Of course not." Chen Zhou continued to speed up, overtaking the two cars in front, "That girl doesn't talk about martial arts, and she doesn't want to lie with me in each other's friend list pretending to be a dead body, so I blocked her. The one I'm talking to now..."

Chen Zhou paused, as if he was thinking about it seriously, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember the girl's name: "Maybe it's from our school, or it's from the Normal University, I don't remember it either. "

"..."

Jing Xing had obviously never seen such an unreliable person, and his expression was a little subtle: "Then why do you call baby when you open your mouth?"

"Oh, aren't you talking nonsense?" Chen Zhou shrugged, "I forgot her name, and there was no note on WeChat. If you don't call her baby, what else can you call her?"

Jing Xing: "..."

Full marks for the reasons, speechless.

Chen Zhou tilted his head to look at the rearview mirror, continued to overtake the car as if there was no one else around, and continued to pass on his love experience along the way.

"Pomelo cub, mommy is so big, let me tell you one more thing, whether it's marriage or dating, don't be reluctant to spend your partner's money, because if you don't spend your partner's money, you will have money." Other women spend your partner's money."

Lin Qingyou: "..."

While talking, Chen Zhou passed three cars in a row: "And daughter-in-law, don't be reluctant to spend money on your girlfriend, because if you don't spend money on your girlfriend, other men will give it to your girlfriend." spend money."

Jing Xing: "..."

Chen Zhou uttered golden sentences frequently. Correspondingly, as the golden sentences jumped faster and faster, his speed also became faster and faster. He was obviously in the urban area, but he suddenly drove a car on the racing track. Feel.

Lin Qingyou's heart almost didn't jump out from the two big drifts of nearly ninety degrees in a row.

"Master Zhou, it's okay, it's really okay, you quickly pull over and stop the car." After the thrill of almost flying out of the driveway, Lin Qingyou finally couldn't help it, and asked him to stop the car in fear, "You Come and sit in the back, let's change the scene."

"What's the matter?" Chen Zhou looked dissatisfied, "Are you saying that my driving skills are not good?"

If he just said that his driving skills are not good, Chen Zhou will definitely not be willing to change positions, and most likely he will deliberately show off his superb driving skills, and it is very likely that he will directly come to a dozen drifts.

So, Lin Qingyou changed the phrase: "No, I just feel like I haven't seen you for such a long time, and I want to catch up with you."

As soon as Chen Zhou heard this, he happily changed seats with Jing Xing: "Come on, daughter-in-law, let me take the seat for you."

Jing Xing and Lin Qingyou silently exchanged the same look in the eyes of the rest of their lives.

Four or ten minutes later, the off-road vehicle stopped at a cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

The winter has come, the breath is frozen, the dark clouds are heavy in the distance, and the snowflakes are still floating intermittently in the sky, the cold wind with icicles is blowing from all directions, and it falls on the bare|exposed skin It was always bitterly cold.

I don't know if it's because of the timidity of being close to the hometown, Lin Qingyou lowered her head and stared at her toes for a while, then bit her lip, and stepped on the steps that spread to several meters.

It’s not a holiday, and coupled with the frigid weather, the cemetery is naturally empty and there are no people. Stepping on the thick snow, walking through rows of gray marble tombstones, and walking for more than ten minutes, Lin Qingyou’s The footsteps finally stopped.

Jing Xing followed her gaze and looked forward.

Perhaps it was because of the passage of time that the photo on the tombstone had begun to turn yellow, and under the photo were written vertically in regular characters that pierced through the back of the paper—the tomb of his beloved wife Su Zhiyun.

The woman in the photo is very beautiful. I can't tell the exact age, but I can only tell that she is very young. There is no trace of age on her face. Her eyebrows and eyes are seven points like a small glutinous rice dumpling.

The expression on Lin Qingyou's face faded, she stared at the photo for a while, then slowly bent down, and put the bouquet she had been holding in front of the tombstone.

The area around the tombstone was cleaned very clean, and there was no dust left. In the past two years, Chen Zhou has been coming here from time to time.

Lin Qingyou looked at the tombstone in a daze for a while, then suddenly turned her head to look at Jing Xing, pointed to Chen Zhou who was standing by the roadside, and said, "Go and talk to Chen Zhou, I want to be alone for a while."

Seeing that she was not in a high mood, Jing Xing didn't say anything else, he just raised his hand to touch her head, and hummed lightly.

Chen Zhou had a cigarette in his mouth, he didn't know what he was thinking, when he saw Jing Xing approaching, he also handed him a cigarette: "Brother, do you want it?"

Jing Xing took it, lowered his head and lit it, and after taking a puff of the cigarette, he looked at the side of him worriedly.

After Chen Zhou and Jing Xing walked away, Lin Qingyou sniffed and called softly, "Mom."

After two seconds, she called out again: "Mom."

Before the ending sound fell, the sockets of his eyes turned red.

Long time no see, Mom.

In the photo, Su Zhiyun still looked at her daughter with a smile, and the tenderness between her eyebrows and eyes seemed to have never changed.

Lin Qingyou didn't care about the snow and mud on the ground, and squatted down in front of the stone tablet. Looking at the unusually dazzling inscription on the stone tablet, she suddenly reached out her hand to cover the words "beloved wife".

It's the same as trying to cover up.

"Mom, Dad doesn't want to come to see you." She said to herself, "He won't come here again."

"He doesn't want me anymore. He has his own family. I can't remember the last time I saw him." Speaking of this, she suddenly smiled, "But I'm also glad that he doesn't want me. Me too, so I can come and see you."

"He only likes that auntie, and so do grandpa and the others. They just say that I'm ignorant." As if she had finally found a place of peace of mind, Lin Qingyou looked at the woman in the photo, and instantly became a little girl loved unconditionally by her mother.

"I thought I could do some things well enough, but that's not the case. People who want to leave you, no matter what you do, it won't help."

"So, I don't like my father anymore. He didn't want me first."

She repeated twice in a low voice that he didn't want me first, but she withdrew her hand with red eyes, and the words "beloved wife" came into view again.

The cold marble was covered with a circle of white mist by her palm, and soon disappeared.

The long eyelashes brought all the emotions into the eyes, Lin Qingyou stood up slowly, and finally took a deep look at the photo, as if saying to a woman, but also as if saying to herself: "I don't hate him, but I will never hate him." I won't forgive him either."

Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible, and it was blown by the shouting wind mixed with snowflakes, and quickly dissipated in the air.

Chen Zhou and Jing Xing were no longer seen on the side of the road, only a series of faint footprints were left. The snow gradually fell, and those footprints were instantly covered by new snowflakes.

Lin Qingyou came out from inside and stopped on the side of the road. She looked around, but she didn't see Jing Xing and Chen Zhou.

Just when she was about to call Jing Xing and ask where they went, she suddenly heard someone calling her name behind her.

She subconsciously turned her head back.

Jing Xing stood at the foot of the steps more than ten meters away from her, watching her from a distance, and seemed to be holding a bottle of milk he just bought in his hand.

Looking at the familiar figure standing in the wind and snow, Lin Qingyou was startled.

It seemed that before she realized it, the boy who occupied all her youthful memories had grown into a man.

In three years, it seems that something has changed, but nothing seems to have changed. He is still the same as she remembers, with cold brows and eyes, and an indifferent expression, but no matter when, the eyes looking at her are always the same. Be focused and gentle.

Jing Xing took a few steps forward, stopped at the bottom of the steps, and slightly raised his eyes to look at her through the crisp and heavy snow.

Meeting the black eyes staring at her, Lin Qingyou suddenly bent her eyes and smiled.

Facing the wind and snow, she walked towards him step by step.

This world is not as beautiful as I imagined, and the beautiful person is always you.

The story fragments of the past fly by, frame by frame, scene by scene, all merged into a galaxy of memories, old times and old dreams, present and present, the winter is gone, and the long night will be bright.

I stood in the shattered snow and looked at you, suddenly seeing the stars and rivers all over the sky melt into your eyes.

From then on, the stars fell, the rivers flowed backwards, and I saw the gentleness that this world should have.
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[The main text is over~ Tomorrow there will be a special episode, and the new article will write a sister article "Being a Spoiler to Brother Xie" oh~]

　In fact, there are quite a few episodes I want to write, such as Bailu’s, but some time ago I found out that I had collided with the three-dimensional, and I couldn’t write it. I burst into tears QAQ
　　There is one thing I want to write in particular, which is a congratulatory message. I am a little sorry...

　　Well, I originally wanted to write a special episode on the wedding night, but it probably won't pass the review, pass, no, pass, review! (I pat the table!)

　　Therefore, there are currently four episodes tentatively scheduled.

　　One is after marriage and I haven't decided on a name yet.

　　One for Master Zhou, "The Boat Can't Ferry Me"

　　One for Sister Yuzu, "Passing Through the World"

　　There's one more extra, I'll think about it.

　　Also, when I am not lazy, I may create a readership
　　at last!bow!Sprinkle flowers!
　　The trip to Xiangzhou No. [-] Middle School is over for the time being. See you at Yunchuan No. [-] Middle School. I love you!

　　
　
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