Yu Lingqian and Beichen Yiming were sitting in the sports car. The atmosphere between them was very awkward. No one spoke first.
Beichen Yiming had been driving 'concentratedly', but in fact his mind had already gone to what Zi Moyi said, while Yu Lingqian kept looking out the window.
"that……"
"That..." Otherwise, don't say anything. When you speak, say it together.
"Say first..."
"Say first..." It turned out to be exactly the same words
"Um, thank you tonight." Mr. Ming, who was considered cold and unfeminine by others, actually massaged her bare feet. Although Yu Lingqian didn't care about his life experience, it was really surprising tonight.
"It's okay. Is your ankle feeling better?"
"Well, it's much better." Yu Lingqian tried to move her ankle, and it was indeed not that painful anymore.
"Life is repeated day by day, busy day by day, familiar and unfamiliar will pass by, searching day by day, waiting day by day, belonging to me, belonging to me, very simple happiness, shouldn't it be so
Perseverance, how can I place this love? I am used to this kind of loneliness, used to this kind of life..." The mobile phone ringtone of "Getting Used to Loneliness" broke the 'tense' atmosphere in the car.
"Hen, is something wrong?"
"Why?"
"Oh, okay" Beichen Yeming hung up the phone depressedly.
"Uh..." I don't know what to say.
"What's the matter?" Yu Lingqian couldn't help asking when she saw his hesitation.
"Hen asked you to go to our villa. He said Yin Xitong and the others were there too."
"As far as I know, this should be caused by Tong and two other brats." Yu Lingqian nodded thoughtfully.
"Um"
"Then should we use the trick or ignore her?" Yu Lingqian tilted her head to ask for Beichen Yiming's opinion.
"I'll take you somewhere." The next second he turned the car around.
"Where are you going?"
"You'll know when we get there." Si Mou faced each other, his brown pupils met his purple eyes, his big clear eyes reflected the figure of the other party, and his slightly parted pink lips seemed to seduce the other party: "Okay"
Outside the car, there are red lights and green wine, but the streets are noisy, but inside the car, Jay Chou's "Hair is Like Snow" is playing quietly:
"The beautiful woman in the wolf-moon moon is haggard. I raised my glass and drank up the wind and snow. Who knocked over the cabinet of the past life and stirred up dust? How many times have you been reincarnated? You knitted your eyebrows and cried, and your beauty cannot be recalled. Even though the history has turned to ashes, my love is immortal and prosperous like three thousand
I only take a scoop of love from the flowing water in the east, and understand that I only love you.
Incarnate butterfly, your hair is like snow, sad and beautiful when we say goodbye. I burn incense and move who invites the bright moon. Let the memories be bright and perfect. Love is perfect under the moonlight. Your hair is like snow. Tears are flying. I am waiting for you who has grown old. In the drunken years of mortal world, I will never regret carving eternal love.
Your monument (read and sing) you
My hair is like snow, sad and beautiful. Farewell, I burned incense and moved who invites the bright moon. Let the memories be bright and love is perfect under the moonlight. Your hair is like snow, and tears are flying. I am waiting for you. Who is old and drunk in the world of mortals. The wolf-moon moon is beautiful and haggard. I raised my glass and drank it all.
Fengxue, who overturned the previous life?
The cupboard stirs up dust, right and wrong, the word "fate" has been reincarnated several times, you knit your eyebrows and cry, your beauty cannot be recalled, even though the history has turned to ashes, my love is immortal, prosperity is like three thousand east flowing water, I only take a scoop of love, I understand, I only love the butterfly you incarnate, your hair is like snow.
It’s so poignant that I burn incense when I say goodbye. Who invites the bright moon?
Let the memories, the bright love, be perfect under the moonlight. Your hair is like snow, and your tears are flying. I am waiting for someone who has grown old. The drunken years of the mortal world. I carve a monument of eternal love for you without regrets. (Read and sing) Your hair is like snow, and I burn incense when I leave.
Who moved me, invited the bright moon to let the memories, the bright love is perfect under the moonlight, your hair is like snow, tears are flying, I am waiting for you, who is old
Recalling the bright love, perfect under the moonlight, your hair is like snow, and the tears are flying. I am waiting for someone who has grown old. In the drunken years of the mortal world, I carve a monument of eternal love for you without regrets.
Er la laer
Laerla Bronze mirror reflects Wuxie with a ponytail and you will be wild in this life. I will serve you wine lalaerlalaer lalaer lalaer lalaer lalaer. The bronze mirror reflects Wuxie with a ponytail and you will be wild in this life.
I’ll bring you some wine.”
The sports car drove out of the city and reached the suburbs. Yu Lingqian's eyelids started to fight.
"If you're sleepy, just take a nap first," Beichen Yiming said considerately.
"Well..." It is said that Yu Lingqian has been half asleep for a long time, because she has never slept soundly in a strange environment.
Beichen Yiming turned his head to look at her. His long purple hair was scattered softly on his shoulders, his long black eyelashes were dancing flexibly, and his pouty cherry lips seemed to be tempting.
Beichen Yiming quietly turned down the volume in the car. Perhaps it was because she had the same shadow as that girl for nine years. There was no news about her in the past nine years. When he thought of her, Beichen Yiming couldn't help but think of those things.
"Hey, why are you in my garden?!" A little boy in a silver-gray suit, who looked like a teenager
"Huh~ you scared me to death! Why can't I come?!" The purple-haired girl who was having fun in the lavender field turned around and pursed her lips in dissatisfaction.
"This is my territory!" the little boy said confidently
"Why can't I come to your territory?!"
"Because only me and my future gf can come to the lavender field"
"gf? What is gf?"
"She's my girlfriend, idiot!" The boy raised his hand and gave the girl a slap in the face
"Then shall I leave now?"
"not good!"
"Why?!"
"Because you've already come in"
"Then what do you think we should do?!"
"What do you think?"
"Then, wouldn't it be great if I were your girlfriend!" The girl pursed her pink lips