After showing off enough, Jiang Yang threw the fish into the refrigerator.
At noon, they dismembered the fish on the boat, and Li Qingning made pan-fried fish.
The fish you catch yourself is different and tastes delicious.
After drinking and eating, the two lost interest in playing and sailed back to port.
When he arrived at the door of the house, Jiang Yang saw the white cat again, looking at Jiang Yang expectantly. Jiang Yang ignored it and took Li Qingning's hand back home. Li Qingning had the key. After opening the door, the house was very
Quiet, Father Li and Mother Li are probably taking a lunch break.
The two of them quietly returned to the room, and Li Qingning lay tired on the bed.
The bed is a bit narrow.
Li Qingning has always lived in this room alone since she was a child. Jiang Yang was the first person to live in this room. Li Qingning looked at Jiang Yang and felt that fate was so magical. She never thought that such a person would live in this room willingly.
her room.
Jiang Yang was also curious about the room.
Just in case I can find a piece of school uniform——
pity.
The school uniform was not found, so Jiang Yang found a notebook, which was full of music stuff.
Li Qingning asked Jiang Yang to bring it over, "This is a martial arts secret book!"
Jiang Yang: "Really?"
He looked through it and suddenly felt that this method was quite good. He wrote the martial arts secrets into the staff -
"Is there any way to harvest yin and replenish yang?"
Jiang Yang asked when handing it to Li Qingning.
"There are dozens of special tuning methods that I recorded back then." Li Qingning leaned up and looked through them. Not only the tuning methods, but also the scenes where each special tuning is applicable. For some music
For humans, this is indeed a secret.
Li Qingning looked through these.
She was originally wearing a short T-shirt underneath and a long shirt outside for sun protection. Now that the shirt was taken off, the waistcoat line on her abdomen was exposed. Jiang Yang became interested, kissed her, and then put his face there. Li Qingning touched his head.
They took a late nap.
Because Li Qingning was in his arms, Jiang Yang slept soundly. He didn't feel like he suddenly woke up and felt that he had slept forever and was abandoned by the world. He slowly woke up holding Li Qingning and looked at the sun.
Stayed for a while.
It's almost dusk now.
They are leaving tomorrow morning, and Jiang Yang is quite reluctant to part with him. Although this is not a separation from a person, sometimes it is quite difficult to separate from a place. Not to mention that this is the place where Li Qingning grew up. Sometimes in
After staying in a hotel for three days, Jiang Yang felt a touch of reluctance when leaving, as if the fate was over and he would never come back again.
Of course, it is also possible that Jiang Yang goes out less.
Father Li and Mother Li were already talking in the yard.
They got up, and Li Qingning decided to take Jiang Yang to the shore of yesterday's lighthouse to skateboard.
Mother Li originally wanted to stop her, but gave up after thinking about it.
There are two people now.
She had better not interrupt the young couple's romance, but she didn't know if the script was finished.
Father Li also wanted to stop him.
He wanted to seize the time to play two games of chess, but when Mother Li didn't speak, he swallowed his words silently.
***
Coast.
In the ebb and flow of the tide, under the sky full of clouds, Jiang Yang and Li Qingning rode their skateboards, listening to the sound of wheels scraping the ground, wandering on the beach, watching seagulls flying, and feeling the alternation of day and night.
After getting tired from playing, Jiang Yang sat down on the ground to rest.
Li Qingning went to play in front.
When he turned around, he saw the little boy who gave him the fish yesterday coming from the wild beach again, carrying a bucket in his hand.
Jiang Yang remembered what his mother said in the morning, "Didn't your mother say in the morning that you wouldn't be allowed to play here?"
The little boy glanced at him.
"What about anger?"
Jiang Yang saw it, "As for what? There will be more separations in the future, one day in elementary school, one week in junior high school, one month in high school, half a year in college, one year or even two or three years after work - just
But in the future, they will give it to you."
There was something even more cruel later, but Jiang Yang didn't tell him.
"Don't come here again."
Jiang Yang advised him.
Li Qingning said that the rewards of going to sea here are great, but the dangers are also real. The cut on the little boy's hand last time was minor, and there were people who cut their thighs and their heads and had to get stitches.
The little boy raised his bucket and asked, "Do you want it?"
He didn't want to bring it back.
Jiang Yang: "Free?"
The little boy probably has never seen Jiang Yang be so direct, "Okay."
When I took it back, I had to get a beating from my grandma. The little boy was tired of eating it, so she gave it to Jiang Yang. Anyway, I didn’t get much today, so I just had to pity the air force. The main reason was that Jiang Yang helped him yesterday, and the little boy
The boy quite liked him.
"Thanks."
Jiang Yang took the bucket politely.
The little boy thought to himself that he was really rude, "My bucket?"
Jiang Yang: "I'll give it to you tomorrow, right in the alley in the morning?"
Little boy: "The third door."
Jiang Yang knew.
As a thank you, Jiang Yang: "Let me tell you a story. I have a friend——"
The little boy looked at him.
"I really have a friend!"
Jiang Yang told him not to think too much, "As for this friend, he was in the first year of high school. One time he woke up late. He got up in a panic, without folding the quilt. He didn't bother to brush his teeth, so he washed his face and returned it.
He complained that his mother didn't wake him up earlier. His father said something to him, saying that he was old and should take charge of his own time. His mother prepared milk, eggs, and steamed buns for him——"
The buns are vegetarian buns made of vermicelli, tofu and cabbage.
"He muttered that it was the stuffed buns again——"
It's not that he doesn't like to eat, he just eats too much and is tired of it.
"He didn't want to eat this bun, he wanted to eat hand cakes, but his mother didn't give him any money, so she forced him to gnaw half of the bun, drink half a glass of milk, and then hurried out to school with the eggs. His mother
"Speak slower later," he replied vaguely, "I got it!"
Jiang Yang stopped.
The little boy waited for a while and couldn't help but ask: "What happened next?"
This story is told in such detail, and so ordinary, that it is almost the morning of many people, and it is not really a story at all.
There must be a follow-up.
This is like the opening poem of storytelling and cross talk, and now it’s time to get to the point.
Jiang Yang looked at the sea: "He is dead."
He was in a hurry that day and messed up everything. He didn't mean it, and he didn't want to say goodbye, but the separation just happened.
"ah?"
The little boy felt that his thoughts were flashed and short-circuited. After being stunned for a moment, he said again: "Ah!"
"I died in a car accident, that's all."
Jiang Yang said: "So, no matter how you behave in the morning, you should say goodbye to your mother forcefully."
if you can.
That friend wanted to get up early, fold the quilt, brush his teeth, take back his complaints, drink a glass of milk, crack an egg, eat a steamed bun, say a solemn farewell to his parents, and then gently close the door——
The little boy opened his mouth.
He saw the setting sun falling on Jiang Yang's face and shoulders. Jiang Yang said it seriously, as if it was a very important matter. This was the first time an adult had treated him so seriously, so the little boy clicked
nodded.
Someone called in the distance, the little boy’s grandma.
"so now--"
Jiang Yang stood up and waved to him: "Goodbye!"
The little boy waved unnaturally, "Goodbye."
He went to find his grandma.
After Jiang Yang watched him go away, he looked back at Li Qingning.
She was coming over on her skateboard and hummed: "...I can't bear to look at you the most. Turn your back to me. You have to leave for a moment. Please don't be so attached to me. The ups and downs are like a crowd. How can I not miss you? I am so sad that I can't say goodbye.
…”
Jiang Yang: "We husband and wife really have a good connection!"
Can't say goodbye - Alan Tam.
Don't worry, everyone, I will make up for what I owe this weekend. My moral integrity is still intact.