"I've been thinking about when will you think of me." When it comes to this, Duanmuwang frowned.
"What if I never remembered you in my whole life."
"Then I will be the only one to live with the memories of a lifetime."
Duanmu Wang was chewing biscuits while I was drinking "milk" tea. The two of them sat together like this.
Wang: "That's right,"
Me: "Yeah."
Wang: "Let's go to the airport and send Baihe."
I wanted to refuse, but facing the hand that looked over, I stretched it into her hand obediently like a child.
The two went downstairs. Elder Ge read the newspaper without raising his head. Duan Mudong seemed to be busy in his own office, only Aunt Xilai poked her head out of the kitchen curiously.
"What are you guys?"
"Auntie, I followed Wang Wang to send Bai He on the plane."
"Oh, that's it, then you go to the airport."
"Let Xiao Zhao send the two little guys to the airport and come back to eat at our house." Yes, I was thinking about how to go to the airport. Old man Ge had already thought of: "Little doctor, eat at our house tonight, your grandfather's house. I'll call you."
"Okay, everything is up to you, Grandpa Ge."
Since I had even settled for dinner, I obediently followed the Duanmu girl into the vintage car, and Duanmuwang patted that Xiao Zhao on the shoulder very well.
"Uncle Zhao, raise the glass."
"Why, what is the young lady going to say to the young master." The young driver laughed.
"Hey, Uncle Zhao, you should be promoted."
"Good job."
I looked a little numbly at the soundproof glass blocking the air in the front and rear seats. Only then did I realize that the old-fashioned appearance of this car was just a deceptive trick. I thought of it. How could the special car of the head of the security agency be? A used broken car.
City t had its own airport in 1979, and the old airport was replaced by the new airport in 1999. Since it is going to give away people, I also feel that there is no topic to talk about, but hopefully it has given me a very deep question.
"Doctor, what kind of existence do you think love is."
"Yeah" My mind can't turn around a bit, is this a question that a twelve-year-old girl should think of.
"In Morgues' Snow, didn’t you make that little guy fall in love with someone you shouldn’t love. So I want to know, in your eyes, what kind of feeling is love? ."
"I think it's probably because of loneliness that things like love exist in the world." Looking at Duanmuwang, I announced the answer that I had thought about for a long time in front of her: "Because of loneliness, because I want to find someone to accompany me, I want to find someone to share my love and hatred, I want to find a girl who can walk with me, I want to find a lover who can understand me no matter what."
"After all, it's just emptiness."
"No, it's not just emptiness."
"Then what else?"
"The so-called love refers to the mutual exclusion and mutual influence of loneliness. It is not simply emptiness and loneliness."
"what is that."
Looking at me with a smile, I stared at her with the same expression.
"In layman's terms, it was the result of a contest between two young hearts."
The airport quickly appeared in my eyes, thanks to the Gorbachev extended Jill-41047 with a special brand.
When I heard that this monster with a fuel consumption of 28 liters per 100 kilometers turned out to be a car "fan" Duanmu sleeper got it by himself, I couldn't help but lament once again the former Soviet Union, this behemoth falling not only represents The end of the bipolar dispute also reminds everyone once again that there is no eternal thing in the world.
At the end of 1992, the airport seemed a bit lively, but more people chose to use trains or buses to go home. After all, the fare of the plane was not easily affordable by ordinary people.
During this time in the car, I had to choose a topic carefully, but taking care of the mental age of the two of us, I finally decided to take advantage of Chen Jingchou and Xiaoxue in the Scar of Xuanyuan Jiantian to face each other. This beautiful girl who wants to know about love talked about a touching love.
Even I was moved by the waiting of the Seven Lives and Seven Worlds. Even though Duanmuwang's psychology was so advanced, the flaw that the girl caused to her was that she could not refute any beautiful and cruel love story.
We arrived at 3:20, and there is still some time before the flight.
The two children without luggage passed through the gate, and the police only symbolically blocked us. Then the Uncle Zhao used his identity to prove our innocence. When the police opened the ID, he was next to him. His colleagues have saluted.
"It turned out to be a comrade from Guoan."
"Hello, I am accompanying the chief's child to send people on the plane, can you let the two children go directly."
"Come on, kids, you must send very good friends."
"Ok."
Comrades, only members of the same system as the public security association in the early nineties. But this is also a good thing. At least the two of us don't need to be checked. Anyway, we don't get on the plane and have no luggage.
Walking into the lobby, for someone like me who has seen the new airport, said that it is a lobby or a bit of praise. However, at least I had to call it the only terminal in the city before the millennium.
Not many people were waiting for the plane, people were holding all kinds of small signs, and Wang Wang and I saw the Aoba Ankang and his grandson in the corner of the terminal, who seemed to be the housekeeper. The middle-aged man was "fucking" bad Chinese with the old "woman" who sold bottled orange juice in the terminal, talking about something.
"Mr. Ankang."
"Little guy, Doctor Lu Ren, don't know who this one next to you is?"
"The last name of the red face is well known, the little girl Duanmuwang. Mr. Ankang, this time I won't come to my grandfather to drink tea, are you in such a hurry to go home?" Duanmuwang stretched out her hand with a calm face, her smile made green Ye Ankang was a little embarrassed, but the old and thick-skinned someone quickly found the feeling: "Oh! It turned out to be the young lady of the Duanmu family, it's really disrespectful."
The Aoba family is an internationally famous arms dealer. Aoba Suke, the eldest son and parent of Aoba Ankang, is the leader of a small far-right party. He has neither the face of a friendly person nor the consciousness of being a leftist. Naturally, the Chinese Security Agency He won't let this old man from the Aoba family "walk around" casually in this world. Of course, this is the result of Duanmuwang's wicked remedy in the car.
"I don't dare to be disrespectful, isn't Mr. Ankang here to do business in China?"
"There, there, in China, who can do business better than Lu Jianguo."
"You are too modest. As the saying goes, ginger is old and spicy."
"But, isn't there an old saying in China that blue is better than blue because of blue, right?"
Near the ink and the black, near the Chu and the red, Duan Muwang has the sharp mouth of his great grandfather, as well as the elegance of his father, and his grandfather's skill. After some false feelings, Duanmu looked around.
"Where is Baihe? Mr. Ankang, you know, I don't want to lose my cousin. Otherwise, my grandfather Zeng will scold me to death." Wang looked sincere, and I was shocked to see.