Both of them are not like people who are going to be thirty, and the ruthless time has become warm and beautiful.
"Come up." Zou Mingyuan squatted down in front of him, throwing his hands behind his back.
Cheng Youyou simply took off his high heels and asked him to carry them in his hands, and lay on his generous back, reaching for the branches, leaves and fruits on top of his head from time to time.
"Are you happy?" Zou Mingyuan deliberately swayed left and right, letting Cheng Youyou's flowing skirt pass by his arms with the wind.
"Well, very happy!" Cheng Youyou expressed his good mood without hesitation, and wrapped his arms around his neck. "When we are old, we will build a small wooden house in this forest. It will be so nice to have this kind of moonlight every day."
Zou Mingyuan did not answer, and looked at the dark clusters of tree trunks near and far with her, the small fireflies flying in the grass on the ground because someone passed by, and the cool summer wind blowing. It was not suitable to say cruel words under these circumstances, but he still said. "Here, a production base will be built."
"Ah?" Cheng Youyou's feet were touched by the delicate green grass stems and leaves, and he was about to cheer happily when he heard his words.
"This piece of land is worth 200 million yuan. You said it's a good deal to only grow apricots." Zou Mingyuan knew that her mood had been ruined, so why not himself, so he walked to the place where the car was parked by the side of the road.
"You businessmen are like this, you are only looking for profit, and you are full of money!" Cheng Youyou muttered, pinching the roots of his ears and rubbing them.
The roots of the ears are very soft, such a man is afraid of his wife.
"I don't have any money. Where can I find Prada's new big flower skirts? And where can I get all kinds of bags and gadgets you like?" Zou Mingyuan doesn't know much about women's clothes and accessories. In his eyes, either skirts or Pants, either floral skirts or white skirts.
Cheng propped himself up leisurely, as if arguing. "You think I'm materialistic?"
"I think you're fine." Zou Mingyuan didn't say yes or no. The answer that came out of his mouth was not glib, but perfunctory.
Cheng Youyou was discouraged. Didn't he chase after what he said? Is there any reason to refute it?
There are very different songs in the car, similar to monologues with special emphasis. It is said that it was a friend of Zou Mingyuan who became obsessed with original music production and vowed to create a rock style that belongs to China. A few talented musicians with disheveled hair got together, and the EP was released with all the support of friends.
The car was quiet, this was the first time Cheng Youyou listened to the lyrics seriously.
Do you say that we have nothing to do with the world, then why do we kneel down under money.
Do you say that our love is paramount, then why endure the noise of his betrayal.
Do you say we are out of tune, then why is a person lonely and afraid.
You are on a cliff with no retreat, and everyone behind the mask is false.
So many people go all the way to gray hair casually, but what about us.
Do you still believe him who once said he loves you and treasures you?
"This song" Cheng Youyou had a headache when he heard it, as if someone was watching coldly like a god, and the life and death in the world could not escape his eyes.
"Well, I'll answer a call." Almost home, Zou Mingyuan looked at the winding road, held the steering wheel with one hand, and pressed Bluetooth to answer.
Cheng Youyou watched him put on the earphones, only harsh singing echoed in the car. She suddenly had an urge to put herself among a group of fools, so that she wouldn't be so out of place if she pretended to be a fool in marriage. "Is it her, is it Chu Youlian?"
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This song is my own original lyrics, here is just a short paragraph. In a previous article, I integrated it into the story and wrote it out of feeling.
Do you say that we have nothing to do with the world, then why do we kneel down under money. Do you say that our love comes first? Then why endure his betrayal. Do you say we are out of tune, then why is a person lonely and afraid. You are on a cliff with no retreat, and everyone behind the mask is false. So many people go all the way to gray hair casually, but what about us. Do you still believe him who said he loves you and loves you dearly?
Regarding love, do you still remember the original agreement?