Damn it, he has been a "mute" for so many years, and he has seen through many people's hearts. He has never really cared about people's reactions. Even if it is his relatives, he doesn't care about their pity or even their impatience. . But, at this moment, I didn't mind. Her "dislike" made Shenyan feel a little uncomfortable.
Fei Yan had been following him since he was a child and knew him best, so he thought he would not care about this at all. He continued to say gently, "Fifth Master really wants to talk to you candidly..."
Unexpectedly, Shen Yan raised his hand and blocked his words.
Xiaoxiao took out his mobile phone, typed a few words with his thumb, and showed it to her. It read, "You know how to ride a motorcycle, so take me for a ride."
Li Heng was really bad, he said directly, "I don't want to."
The discomfort in Xiao Xiao's heart increased even more, and then he typed a few more words with his thumb, "Let's talk to you about Third Brother."
Li Heng wanted to continue "not talking", but he paused - to be honest, he would tell whether it was true or false, good or bad. Li Heng really wanted to hear it, as long as it was about Xiu'er.
Li Heng then said nothing and looked out the car window.
Shen Yan glanced at Fei Yan, who nodded. The car started moving, and no one said a word along the way.
When they stopped at the roadside, there was already a person waiting outside the car with a motorcycle. It was not big, very ordinary, and suitable for her to ride.
When Li Heng got out of the car, he recognized Moshan. It seemed like the road was familiar.
Shen Yan handed her the helmet, and Li Heng sneered, "I don't ride very fast. I don't need this for a little ride." She got on the motorcycle, and Xiao Xiao didn't wear a helmet either. She straddled the back seat, holding on to the seat board with her hands. She didn't get a single blow from her.
The car ran out, Shenyan put both hands in his outer pockets, and sat astride it steadily.
She was indeed not riding fast. The mountain road was accompanied by stars and moonlight, which was very pleasant.
"You're mute. It's a good time to chat, but it's a pity." came her voice.
Shenyan was "unable" to respond.
Sometimes Li Heng would turn his head and look at the thousands of lights at the foot of the mountain.
Although the mountain is broken, the scenery is good, especially on such a quiet night. When I was young, I was buried here. At least I can return to the world and don't have to worry about it anymore. It's good to be left behind a little bit.
When he was busy in the past, he worked eighty hours a week, rarely slept before two o'clock in the evening, and almost never spent a full weekend. The heavy mental work occasionally caused the brain to feel sore after heavy physical work in the muscles.
In the small time when he did not need to work, he would also code in front of the computer and write down the random thoughts in his mind. He once wrote: entangled in desire, regarding this world, I imagined that one day, "Wen Nengzhi" "Name", tens of thousands of hands are waved in front of me. If I go out on the street without wearing sunglasses, someone will ask, "Are you so and so?" As for the afterlife, I imagined that one spring five hundred years from now, the sky would be full of poplar flowers, and the cuckoo would cry "cuckoo, cuckoo, it's so hard to be single, it's so hard to be single." There would be a boy with similar features to me, and I would meet a boy like me. It’s the same problem of the times. I opened my book, read it line by line, sighed, and my body and soul were separated...
Qingshi's heart is undoubtedly very rich. He does not show it to others easily and only enjoys it with Li Heng. He used to not care about ruining his body. After such heavy work, he caused small growths and nodules to grow on the cervical vertebrae, thoracic vertebrae, lumbar vertebrae, sacral vertebrae, and coccygeal vertebrae. He still wanted to put down the work for a short while, and worked piecemeal. , wrote words without scruples; in it, he talked freely about the Chinese writing heroes of his boyhood, Sima Qian, Li Bai, Du Mu, Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, Li Yu, Zhang Dai, Zhou Zuoren, Zhou Shuren, Shen Congwen. He said that he tried to be as objective as possible Look and see, he fought bloody battles with the ancients and fought his way out of the siege, growing the half-meter-high weed on the top of Kunlun Mountain, waiting for someone with a pure heart to come five hundred years from now to empathize with him...
Perhaps this was the place where he was buried, and Li Heng missed him so much that he couldn't help but think too much, deeply, and shed tears...
Suddenly, he was poked in the back. Li Heng came to his senses, pressed the brake, and stopped. Standing on his feet first, he rubbed his eyes violently with the backs of his hands, rubbing away the longing in his eyes. Then he turned back coldly, "What are you doing?"
