"Because... I have super powers! I can tell who will give me a ride and who won't, or in other words, which car has a higher probability of giving me a ride!"
If this sentence came from He Tianran's mouth, it would be a joke at most. After all, he wanted to know the itinerary of this group of people, which was just a few WeChat messages.
However, if it were said from "Xiao A's" mouth at this moment, then the other person would be somewhat of a scumbag with a smooth tongue.
With the different identities of the characters, the two people's perceptions of each other will naturally change accordingly.
Moreover, Wen Liang was angry with him yesterday. She was worried to death when He Tianran didn't come back one night. So when acting at the moment, it was all about old and new grudges. Of course, she wouldn't look good on him. She showed no mercy. The ground sarcastically said:
"Super power? Xiao Jia, please put away those PUA pick-up routines. Yesterday you said on the train that your girlfriend has forgotten you and you have to fulfill the agreement between you, but I don't think you are either. He is so infatuated and talks like a scumbag."
Xiao Jia was a little confused by this sudden rebuke. He muttered: "I... um... I will prove it to you if I have a chance..."
Wen Liang laughed in anger, "Okay, then tell me first, what super powers do you have?"
"I...you may not believe it when I say it, but in my eyes, the world is slowly turning into black and white, including people..."
"Does this mean anything?"
"...I don't know very well, but from my perception, I am being forgotten by many people."
Wen Liang's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but think of the scene yesterday where her friends played tricks on her. This He Tianran really studied directing, and he buried all the drama on himself.
The girl resisted the urge to shout "Ka" and heard Xiao Jia next to her continue:
"I'm sure you will stop because the two cars in front of you are almost black and white to me, but your car is the only one that still looks a bit colorful to me."
"Yeah?"
Wen Liang became a little interested in this statement and asked:
"Then I am not black and white in your eyes?"
She originally thought that the man would take the opportunity to get close to her, but after waiting for a while, Wen Liang still didn't hear the answer. As she was driving, she quickly turned her head to look at the other person, but she didn't know that the other person was also looking at her.
The next second their eyes came into contact, the two of them looked away at the same time.
Wen Liang was a little uncomfortable because she didn't read the answer she wanted from the other person's eyes.
"In my eyes, you are actually about to..."
"Let's stop with the fantasy story for a moment. Yesterday, you left your guitar in the car. Luckily, I picked it up and left it in the back seat."
Wen Liang didn't want to continue this topic and interrupted his speech.
Xiao Jia looked at the back seat. Sure enough, his guitar was safely placed on the back seat. However, his thoughts were disrupted by Wen Liang just now, so he forgot to speak for a while and just stared at the guitar for a long time.
"Looking at you, that piano should be very important to you." Wen Liang said slowly.
Xiao Jia turned around and let out a dull "hmm".
"Is it important yet so careless?"
"That is indeed... a very important piano to me, but... I think I don't need it anymore..."
Wen Liang asked in surprise: "What do you mean? Since it is important, why is it not needed anymore?"
At this point, she rolled her eyes and continued with a smile: "I understand, you must say that your girlfriend gave you this guitar, right?"
Xiao Jia was startled, then said in a low voice: "I want to give this piano to you, is that okay?"
"give me?"
"I don't have any other intention. I just think that giving it to you will serve its purpose better than throwing it away casually. I probably won't use it when I go back this time."
Regarding the sudden gift from a stranger, Wen Liang thought for a moment and said, "I don't care, but does it really matter? Some things can't be completely forgotten if you throw them away or replace them."
Hearing these words, Xiao Jia smiled and said calmly: "Is this your view of love or your view of life?"
"They all have..."
The car was driving through the beautiful mountains and fields, and grasses were growing along the way. Wen Liang pressed the window on the driver's side, and the wind outside the car came in. She leaned on the window edge with one hand and held the steering wheel with the other, her hair flying in the wind. Looks confident and free.
She said: "I think love is bound to life. I can't understand the feeling of falling out of love, because personally, I will treat the person I love, or the person I love. Things will continue to be loved over and over again, over and over again, thousands of times, without hesitation. Of course, the premise is that this person, this matter, is something I have determined is worthy of such a visit. made."
Xiao Jia asked again: "Does such a thing exist now?"
Wen Liang affirmed: "Yes, my career, my future, and my dreams are all included here."
Xiao Jia nodded, seeming to be happy with the enthusiasm for life of the girl in front of him.
Wen Liang asked, "So, do you still want to give me this guitar now?"
Xiao Jia sighed softly and said in a deep voice:
"I... am different from you, because in my memory, whether it is love or growth, I have discarded countless of myself in exchange for it, and this piano... is the same.
In order to actively integrate into this world, I have abandoned my weak self; in order to fulfill the agreement with my old lover, I have abandoned my loyal self; the world is unfair and joyful, and I have abandoned my resentful self. When countless selves have left, I feel more and more calm. There is right and wrong, taking or giving away. I have always been like this, so in the end, my life has become like this...
Nothing is impossible.
If you don't get what you ask for, it will burn your body.
It’s hard to be at ease if you don’t give up your ego. "
Wen Liang's heart seemed to be grasped tightly by an invisible hand, but she could not vent the depressed feeling in her heart.
Should she comfort him?
Or to agree?
She felt that she should be able to understand this feeling, it felt very familiar, but she thought about it again and again, and couldn't say a word of comfort, just like she couldn't tell the reason why she fell in love with He Tianran in the first place...
At this moment, Wen Liang could only say this reluctantly, or truthfully:
"I...I don't understand your feeling...maybe...I haven't experienced it..."
Fortunately, Xiao Jia did not embarrass her, but grinned and said:
"Hahaha, it's better if you don't understand! I've forgotten such pretentious words once I said them. I think it's really best for you, old classmate, to stay in this state. I'll give you the guitar, so don't refuse. I There is no other meaning. Even if you give me a ride, I have to give you something in return to make it even, don’t you think?"
Wen Liang teased: "Then your gift is a bit expensive, how can I thank you?"
"Let me take some pictures of you."
Xiao Jia took out his mobile phone and suddenly suggested.
"Okay...but is this enough?"
"That's enough. Just concentrate on driving your car."
"……good."
Wen Liang agreed. The wind outside the window ruffled her long hair. Perhaps she was still immersed in what Xiao Jia said just now. Her mood was a bit low. As the shutter sound of the mobile phone beside her rang, she occasionally looked at Point towards the camera and give the other person a shooting angle.
The shutter sound responded like raindrops. Xiao Jia must have been taking pictures continuously. After half a minute, the sound stopped. The man looked down at the photos on the phone screen, somewhat entranced.
Wen Liang said: "Show me."
Xiao Jia put the phone back, as if he wanted to hide it deliberately, and said: "Hey, the photo is not good, don't look at it..."
"Impossible! It will look good no matter what I take!"
"Ahaha, drive carefully, drive carefully."
"Tsk~"
Wen Liang let out a dissatisfied click of the tongue.
I wonder if I can post an Easter egg stamp so that everyone can take a look at the photo and put it into perspective.
(End of chapter)
