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Chapter 2 2. The carriage comes from the suburbs (1)

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    Ahha appeared again at this moment.

    It was a weekend morning, the sun was shrouded in thick fog, and the vegetation on the mountain was covered with the frost of early winter. The scene in the early morning, like dusk, made Yan Ruqing feel at a loss.  He got up early in the morning and sat by the window, trying to think about something, but he had no clue.  I want to recall the dream of last night, it was still very clear before I woke up, it seemed that the model appeared on the street, he was so excited, he ran towards her quickly, and she also found him, his expressionless face became vivid, revealing  smiled.  Yan Ruqing was very excited, and wanted to express her heart to her right away But when she looked carefully, it was not the hard and cold face of a model, but a delicate and fresh girl's face, it was Aha

    I can't remember what happened afterwards.

    He often recalls his dreams completely in the short time before getting up after waking up, sorts out some profound and meaningful fragments, finds the logical relationship between them, and then explains himself and analyzes his psychology.  situation.  Sometimes, when hungry or anxious, I quickly leave the bed and forget everything.

    Yan Ruqing found that she relied more and more on the analysis of some dreams to get through every day.  The more this is the case, the less he wants to speak, see others, and answer any other people's questions. All external, other activities and voices become interference to him, making him nervous and irritable.

    But he still hopes that his life will change a bit, and he hopes that a face he misses will suddenly appear in front of him

    The only thing he didn't expect was that it was Aha, and Aha came to him!

    Yan Ruqing has been looking at the mountains from the window since she got up in the morning.

    I once remembered that the Lion Mountain was covered with green holly and acacia. The mountain is plump and dark green, absorbing the sunshine and rain in spring and summer. It is huge and vibrant. The green branches are close to the window and can be picked by hand.  On those idle Sunday mornings, before he opened his eyes, he saw golden sunlight jumping in front of his eyes. He suspected it was an illusion. When he looked up, he saw groups of light spots flashing on the leaves.  The life of the tree was cheering in front of his eyes in the pure and warm blue sky, in the sunshine and wind At that moment, he was so excited that he wanted to embrace himself with this whole season.

    But now, the hills suddenly become thin and barren. Looking from the window, they are far away and desolate.  On what day and when did this change occur?

    He sat in front of the window, thinking about something, but he didn't seem to think about anything.  My stomach growled with hunger, but when I thought of the cold water with a rusty taste, the white pork I bought from the market earlier may have been rotten, and the dried noodles were as gray as flour being washed.  Contaminated He lost his appetite at all.

    So, I miss Xiaoshizi's Changwang noodles very much, and I am going to work hard to pack up and go out

    Someone shouted downstairs outside: "Yan Ruqing! Brother Qing¡ª¡ª"

    The sound of "Brother Qing" sounded like "Brother Qing", Yan Ruqing immediately thought of the open ears of the neighbors, and couldn't help feeling embarrassed and annoyed.

    It's Aha, bouncing downstairs.

    Aha found Xiangbaoshan Federation of Literary and Art Circles in the compound.

    She came running in a hurry, wearing a cream-yellow padded jacket hand-stitched by her mother, with a pink-blue moon flower embroidered on the neckline¡ªher mother¡¯s clever mark¡ªhis thick hair hidden in the red color commonly used by rural minorities.  In the cotton turban, with gloves in the sleeves, steaming, her face is tight and bright red, like the "Guoguang apple" sold by Shaanxi peddlers.  In the compound, Laohuai and Yaoguang were squatting on the stone bench and chatting, but they didn't recognize her.  Because Xiaoyan often stayed in the office to read books on weekends, they told her the location of Yan Ruqing's office.

    Going to the building, the old man on duty looked like an incompetent but obscene father-in-law. Seeing that she was a reckless country girl, he stopped her and asked repeatedly: "Hey, what are you doing? Where did you come from?"

    "Oh, I'm from Huaxi."

    "Who is the last name?"

    "Aha."

    Father-in-law: "How could the surname be A Mingha?"

    Only then did Aha remember his Chinese name: "It's Jin Lingzi."

    The old man didn't believe it again: "You lied to me, Jin Lingzi? Return the chafer! Sit down and talk slowly, what's your relationship with Xiaoyan? What do you want him to do? You can't do it unless you explain clearly."

    Aha, who had never left Huaxi until he was seventeen, was about to cry.

    At this time, Laohuai came to pour boiling water and recognized her: "Isn't this the little girl from Jinzhu Dazhai!"

    Lao Huai took her away, went down Xiangbao Mountain, passed through the Guizhou Daily Office, and then climbed to the warehouse of Shizishan Wenlian, pointing upwards: "The last one¡ª¡ª"

    Yan Ruqing was almost exhausted from thinking so crazyly, when she heard a girl call "?If you only look in one direction, you can only see one thing.  ' she said stubbornly.

    He was surprised: "Really? Talk about it! How do you feel it?"

    Her words touched him a little.  He has been uncertain about this painting, and once wanted to burn it.  Now, think again.

    Lunch time is approaching, and he is still not sure whether to take her out to invite her to dinner with a big fanfare. She has already made meals in his simple kitchen with those simple cooking utensils. The meat is steamed together with the rice.  good smell.  When eating, she washed her hands, took the vegetable leaves directly, wrapped the rice and meat into a ball, and delivered it to her mouth.  He felt very rude, didn't eat, put his attitude into his eyes, and looked at her.

    "It's delicious, why don't you eat it?" She looked at him with big bright eyes.

    He concealed: "It seems that Korean food is the way you eat."

    The girl smiled heartily: "This is how the Buyi people eat."

    Her smiling face, like the sun, made him suddenly feel bright in these gloomy days.  The pilaf wrapped in fresh vegetable leaves is really delicious.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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