Night lake tours are a popular activity in town, especially for those couples who are still in love and need a romantic atmosphere to enhance their relationship and those old couples who can't find a place to pass the time.
All in all, business has been good so far for the boat owners who have docked on the shore.
When Yan Su'ang took Xiaobai on board, he specially found two peaked caps to cover his face.
"Why don't you wear sunglasses?" Xiaobai asked curiously. He remembered that he saw in magazines that all the celebrities who were secretly photographed were wearing sunglasses.
Yan Su'ang looked at the endless night sky above his head, smiled wryly and said, "Because in that case, we would have to have an extra crutch for the blind." Otherwise it would be even more eye-catching. Of course, two blind men come to swim the lake together is also very eye-catching.
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Xiaobai was at a loss.
Yan Su'ang paid the money and hurriedly dragged him onto the boat.
The boat has no canopy, and you can see the sky full of stars when you look up.
The sound of rushing water can be heard in my ears, and the distance from the shore is getting farther, and the lights of thousands of houses seem to become the scenery of another world in an instant.
Xiaobai saw that the boats around were all with black awnings, so he couldn't help asking curiously, "Why don't ours have a canopy?"
Just when Yan Su'ang was about to answer that it was because the Wupeng boats were rented out, the boatman had already laughed and said, "Because ours are more advanced."
"..." Yan Su'ang had to re-examine this honest-looking boatman.
Xiaobai asked curiously, "Why?"
"Because we are convertible. Don't you think those high-end sports cars are all convertible?" The boatman laughed triumphantly after he finished speaking. Although he has said this joke many times, he still feels very happy every time he tells it.
Xiao Bai frowned and thought about it, and finally said: "Actually, there is a question I wanted to ask a long time ago. What do those convertible sports cars do when it rains? Will they not get wet?"
Yan Su'ang was about to speak, but the boatman said again, "They know how to hold umbrellas or wear raincoats."
Yan Su'ang was completely speechless.
Xiaobai said: "Then is your ship also prepared?"
"Of course." The boatman proudly pulled out two umbrellas and some raincoats, "Look. So feel free to sit on my boat."
"That," Yan Su'ang couldn't help but said, "Can you please turn the volume down to the lowest first?"
The boatman was full of question marks, "I didn't turn on the radio."
…
He obviously had a strong sense of humor just now, why can't he understand now? Is his humor a one-way street? Can only transmit but not receive
Yan Suang sighed and said, "I mean, can you let us chat alone for a while?"
The boatman said: "I have no problem, but are you sure you can drive the boat back after I jump into the lake?"
…
Yan Suang covered her face.
Is there a problem with his expression, or is his understanding too distorted
Xiaobai said: "He means, can you not talk?"
The boatman suddenly realized, and said with a smile: "Of course, customers often make this request anyway. I have always been able to implement it very well, don't worry. In the rest of the time, you can only feel that the boat is moving, but absolutely I can't feel how it's moving. Because I'll make you feel like there are only two of you on board." After he finished speaking, he really shut up and stopped talking.
…
Since when did his words become more incomprehensible than Xiaobai's? Xiaobai was actually asked to be an interpreter.
Yan Su'ang wiped his forehead in frustration.
Xiao Bai suddenly approached him and whispered, "Could he be a transparent person?"
Yan Su'ang also replied in a low voice, "Shouldn't transparent people be used as boatmen?"
"Maybe he came out to work?"
Yan Su'ang pondered for a while, "Then, at least it's much safer than robbing a bank."
Xiaobai nodded in agreement.
"Okay, let's not talk about their problems, let's continue talking about your role." Yan Su'ang had to change the topic back, so as not to suffer internal injuries tomorrow. Although he knew that it was best for Xiaobai to stand by and stand by, but it was another matter when he was on the scene.
Xiaobai quickly took out the script.
There is only one very dim small light on board to alert other boats of their position so they don't collide. Apparently it's not enough to read the script with it.
"Can you memorize it? The lines." Yan Su'ang asked.
Xiaobai nodded, "But you can't see the lines."
"Don't worry, I've already read it." Yan Su'ang smiled confidently, "Let's do it from the beginning."
"OK."
"Xiaoxiao, didn't you invite a friend to see the art exhibition today? Why did you come?" Xiao Bai said dumbly.
Yan Su'ang secretly sighed in his heart, and said with a smile: "Do you still remember our agreement before eating?"
"Well, you are my fiance and I am your fiancee."
The boat rocked slightly.
Yan Suang and Xiaobai looked at the boatman at the same time.
The boatman immediately looked up at the sky, humming a little song, as if immersed in his own world.
Yan Su'ang ignored him, and said to Xiaobai with a smile: "Then do you know what is used to maintain the relationship between unmarried couples?"
Xiaobai thought for a while and said, "Interest relationship?"
"..." Yan Suang said blankly, "Why?"
"Zhiqing said that many wealthy families..."
"Okay." Yan Suang said seriously, "You have to remember that I am your fiancé."
"I remember."
"So you just need to remember my words." Yan Su'ang said before Xiaobai could retort, "It is love that maintains the relationship between unmarried couples."
Xiaobai looked at him half understanding.
"You have to believe that we will be partners who rely on each other in this life. We must trust each other, care for and help each other." He slowly grabbed his hand, "hold each other's hand, and walk into the future life together side by side."
"… oh."
"And besides me, you can't get too close to other men. Especially those with Jia in their names."
Xiao Bai said: "I only know one person like this."
"That's pretty bad."
"..."
"Okay. Let's forget about this for now," Yan Suang approached him, "I am your fiancé, you want to be with me very much, you have been trying to ask me out for a while, but I have never been free. But now, when you When I was depressed, I suddenly appeared in front of you, what kind of mood do you think you should be at that time?"
Xiao Bai frowned.
"Or, what was your first thought?"
"Ah, here you are."
"Yes, here I am. And then?"
"... Xiaoxiao, didn't you invite a friend to see the art exhibition today? Why did you come?"
Yan Su'ang said: "Your expression should be a little excited, as if... a person who has been hungry for three days suddenly sees a roast duck, oh no, it's the feeling of a roast suckling pig. Make your eyes shine."
Xiaobai said: "I haven't been hungry for three days, but I have been hungry for two meals, it's too uncomfortable."
"..." Yan Su'ang touched his head distressedly and said, "Why are you hungry twice? Won't Jia Zhiqing give you food?"
"I cook all the rice, so I have to not give him food."
I almost forgot that Jia Zhiqing is a typical person who opens his mouth and stretches out his clothes when he eats. Yan Su'ang barely suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and asked: "Then why?"
"Because the pork shop is too busy, so I don't have time to eat." Xiaobai slowly raised his head, and the faint orange light like sparks fell in his eyes, splashing a little bit of light. He seemed to be immersed in the good memories of the past, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his expression was full of yearning and nostalgia.
Yan Su'ang couldn't help being envious.
It was a history that he had no time to participate in, but it was firmly imprinted in Xiao Bai's mind and even his heart.
He let go of the jealousy in his heart, and said softly, "What did you eat afterwards?"
"Brother Xiong cooked small noodles, what's wrong?"
Yan Su'ang smiled slightly and said, "Then you can treat Deng Xiaoxiao as that bowl of noodles."
Xiaobai was dumbfounded: "How?"
"You don't have to eat it, but when you see her, try to think about how you felt when you saw the noodles, and express it with your expression. Let's try again."
"Xiaoxiao," Xiaobai paused, tried to think about the mood at that time, and said with a smile, "Didn't you invite a friend to see the art exhibition today? Why did you come?"
"That's the feeling." Yan Su'ang took the opportunity to hug him tightly.
The boat rocked again.
Yan Su'ang cast a sideways glance at the boatman.
The boatman was looking at the lake very seriously.
The following exercises went much smoother. Although there is still a distance from Lian Juexiu's requirements, compared with before, it has been considered a leap forward. At least Yan Su'ang felt that when he looked at himself, he no longer just stared at the tip of his nose motionlessly.
"Okay, let's practice here today." Yan Su'ang looked at his watch.
Xiaobai said nervously, "Is it really okay for me to do this?"
"Frankly speaking, it's not good, but at least it's an improvement." Yan Su'ang said, "I promise, Lian Juexiu will never scold him so hard tomorrow as he did today."
Xiao Bai was frustrated: "So he still scolds?"
Yan Su'ang touched his head and smiled: "Isn't this a very normal thing? I think back when I first worked with him, he scolded me from the beginning to the end of a play, until the end, I even listened to music My ears were buzzing, and I often heard his growling lingering in my ears before going to sleep, so I had to see a psychiatrist for a week before I could fall back to sleep."
Xiao Bai was speechless, "Is it so serious?"
Seeing Xiaobai's serious expression, Yan Su'ang secretly criticized himself for making up the story too much, but since he had done it, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue, "I only know that I am already one of the people who have been scolded by him, Symptoms are milder."
"What's more serious?" You won't be sent directly to a mental hospital, right? Xiaobai thought very worriedly.
"What's more serious," Yan Su'ang said with restrained laughter, "runs to his door in the middle of the night, smashes the windows of his house with stones, and then sits on the ground and cries loudly."