She found that the chop suey soup in front of Ji Chengyang hadn't been touched.
To be precise, he seemed to have nothing to eat, so he ate some biscuits and donkey rolling.
When he left, Wang Haoran was also surprised, and asked him if he was not a carnivore? Why did he follow the Palestinian army for a period of time, completely changed: "Respect other people's religions? They are all vegetarians?" Wang Haoran guessed like this.
"Want to know?" He just laughed.
Wang Haoran sneered: "Do you still sell Guanzi?"
His sight fell on the Jishuitan Bridge on the other side of the moat, where cars came and went, and the lights were dim: "If you see the rocket hit the tank, a dozen soldiers will be burnt to death in front of you, or... The commander who introduced you to the battle a few minutes ago was headshot by a sniper in front of you, dripping with blood, or—"
"Stop, I get it, I don't have the appetite to eat meat," Wang Haoran glanced at Ji Yi, who was only two steps away behind them, "Not suitable for children."
He smiled and said no more.
He laughed more than before.
Ji Yi continued to summarize his changes this year.
Although it sounded bloody, she still couldn't help but want to listen and understand everything related to him.
She stared at Wang Haoran's back, thinking silently, this person won't live in Ji Chengyang's house tonight, right? Fortunately, when this thought came up just now, Wang Haoran answered an emergency call and withdrew.
He seemed to like Ji Yi very much. He stepped into the taxi and didn’t forget to say, “Chengyang, you give your phone number to the other girl, otherwise it’s inconvenient to find you. By the way, there is mine. My number is also given to Xixi—"
He put one hand in his trouser pocket and waved his hand to make Wang Haoran leave quickly.
His friend is gone.
With the two of them left, they passed under the Jishuitan Bridge and walked back along the moat.
She prefers to be quiet and doesn't know how to chat. She also talks with people in the dormitory. It seems that she can answer and say a few words when others say, but it's no fun to let her come to liven up the atmosphere. So at this moment, now, walking beside Ji Chengyang, she desperately tried to find something to say, but in vain.
She peeped at him several times, and he found out once.
Ji Chengyang bowed his head and smiled slowly: "What do you want to say to me?"
Suddenly she felt a little embarrassed, her cheeks were hot, and she turned to look at the sea of cars on the Jishuitan Bridge: "I'm thinking... Is it fun to drive?" There was nothing to say.
"A means of transportation is hard to measure by'fun' or'not fun'." Ji Chengyang went on.
She screamed.
Nuannuan will be able to learn to drive soon at the age of 18.
She has to wait another two and a half years, which is a long time.
It's still half a year before I can get the ID cards that all the students are not rare. Hey.
Two people walked downstairs, the eldest lady Ji Nuannuan finally took out a box and handed a pair of dark blue cufflinks glowing with cold light to Ji Chengyang: "Uncle, happy birthday, I wish you more and more people."
Birthday
Ji Yi was completely stupid. He, the uninvited guest, didn't even prepare a gift, and asked him to accompany him to an ordinary Muslim snack bar for his birthday dinner.
She was so guilty that she lay on her bed at night, still thinking, is she going to make up a birthday present? But he didn’t know what he needed. When he woke up the next day, the uncle and wife, two uncles and their wives all strolled around as usual. They lived not far away anyway, and left without eating lunch. NS.
Ji Yi took out the leftover rice from the refrigerator, dug two spoonfuls of luncheon meat, made two green vegetables, beat an egg, fried a pot of rice for himself, and sprinkled some chopped green onions and coriander before serving. end. When Ji's cooking came out, the movie channel just started showing a complete movie.
She walked over with a plate and saw a scene very familiar. Zhou Xingchi was holding a bronze mirror and looking at her monkey face... She was in a daze, remembering that this was the end of the movie that she saw many years ago... So this is the Westward Journey II. Ah? She has listened to too many classmates, but she has never seen it on TV.
When those classic lines turned into the picture, she unexpectedly discovered that she was not shocked by Stephen Chow's "Ten Thousand Years", but instead remembered that Fairy Zixia imagined her lover, "The person I love must be a hero...", inexplicably She was touched until the end, when Zixia repeated this sentence when she died, Ji Yi was deeply moved again, especially the last sentence:
"I guessed the beginning, but didn't guess the ending..."
After reading it, she realized that the fried rice in front of her was cold, but she only moved a few mouthfuls and had to return it to the pot and heat it up again.
The day passed very quickly. Apart from eating, I was doing problems. It was almost eight o'clock in the evening and all the weekend homework was done. When she was cleaning the table under the lamp, she suddenly thought of the short walk by the moat last night...
"Sisi, you call."
She ran to the living room and picked up the receiver.
"The homework is finished?" Ji Chengyang's voice.
She was stunned: "Ji..."
"It's me," he confirmed again, "Done?"
"Yeah." She clutched the receiver and breathed lightly.
He said: "Then go downstairs now and come to the old station to find me."
The call hangs up.
She suddenly got confused.
I didn't care about her when I went out at night, it was normal. But when he told him so, she was guilty of conscience. She just thought that he wanted to go downstairs by herself, and no one could see it. Soon she took out her favorite skirt and short sleeves, put it on, took the key, and ran out. Home.
There are familiar uncles and aunts downstairs. After walking back, she greeted them all the way and ran to the shuttle bus station in the courtyard earlier. Because of the new station, this place has existed in name only, and not too many people pass by.
Ji Chengyang's black car stopped in the dark, as if he had seen her and turned on the lights.
Ji Yi ran over and pressed her chest breathlessly, and the door of the passenger seat was opened. When the car door opened, she looked up and saw his hands on the steering wheel, watching herself panting...
She bowed her head and tried to warn herself: Don't blush, don't, classmate Ji Yi.
So I got in the car.
"Where are we going?" Ji Yi looked at the direction of the car, not outside the courtyard.
"Go to the field training ground."
"Huh?" Ji Yi was surprised.
What to do there... Except for some new and veteran guards, there are not even a few lights left at night.
Outside the training ground are undulating hillsides and shrubs, with no real walls.
When the car drove to a distance of 100 meters from the entrance of the training ground, soldiers walked out and shook the lights. After seeing that Ji Chengyang's license plate was the number in the courtyard, it was obvious that he was no longer so nervous. However, in the middle of the night, without any notification arrangements, a car suddenly came here, which is really rare.
When the recruit saw the number, he only knew that it was in the courtyard. He wanted to stop him and ask him a question. The veteran had already recognized which family the number belongs to, so he consciously gave way, and only asked if he wanted a light
Ji Chengyang didn't feel the need, so he drove in.
The car probably drove through the fire-breathing, light-weapon shooting, and drug detection training ground...
The car slowly stopped in a field with an extremely wide field of vision, with no boundary in sight in the dark: "Come on, change seats with me."
"Change seats?" What do you do
"I'll teach you how to drive." He said concisely.
The doubts along the way were finally solved.
She watched him get out of the car, walked to herself, opened the door, and finally accepted the surprise.
So under the care of Ji Chengyang, she really sat in the driver's seat, with the remaining warmth left on the steering wheel in her hand. Ji Chengyang seemed to be very patient and taught very carefully. In the end, she was nervous. She held the steering wheel with her fingers too hard, and it turned white... Finally laughed out: "You just drive it as a toy car. There is no one here, it doesn't matter. "
More than no one, there is no light yet.
Except for car lights, only moonlight can illuminate some contours of distance and distance.
It was too late at night, and the surroundings were quiet and scared to death. If he hadn't been sitting beside him, I'm afraid I would have been scared.
But he seems to really understand what a beginner is most afraid of. There is no obstacle in the training ground, no one is watching, no one is right or wrong, no passerby makes you dizzy, only one person is responsible for preparing you Everything, enjoy it.
He let her step on the pedal lightly again, getting used to this feeling.
Then suddenly it ignited: "Go on."
She squeezed the steering wheel, her big sullen eyes staring only at the front, and she really drove the "large toy" out.
"Don't stop? Don't turn yet?"
The car lights illuminate the road ahead, and you can't see clearly further away.
She was terrified, but he didn't take it seriously: "It doesn't matter, at your current speed, there are still ten minutes to reach the end."
In the May weather, she was so nervous that she was sweating.
At the end, he said "turn" and she successfully turned off.
Ji Chengyang smiled: "It's a good drive."
After speaking, he opened the door and got off at the end of the car, standing in front of a large bush with a hair dryer.
Is this not bad? It's all turned off.
She pressed her face to the steering wheel, exhaled a long breath, and looked at his back. The black shirt and outdoor trousers, such a single color, melted him into the darkness.
The wind rustled the bushes, he turned, and she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. Soon after hearing the car door open, Ji Chengyang asked her: "Tired?" She finished disguising and slowly opened her eyes: "I'm a little sleepy."
When I went back, it was close to ten o'clock. The car drove out of the training ground according to the way it came, with its back facing the salute of the soldiers, and drove back along the unmanned road all the way. He wanted to smoke, so he opened the window, and the warm night breeze kept blowing in, blowing away the sweat from her face. She leaned there and could see the spark on the cigarette butt in his hand.
He suddenly said: "What else do you want to do, something that no one has been doing with you?"
"What I want to do, let me think..." She leaned on the back of the seat, looking at his profile, "I want to tell you again."
Someone is willing to spend time with her to do whatever she wants, and this person is only one from beginning to end. From the age of ten, she helped her fulfill her wish to sit in the cinema in the courtyard and watch a movie of her own. Later, on the plateau, she accompanied her to see the snow-capped mountains. There are many more, to save her dying rabbits, and even create a rainbow for her with a cup...
It's precious because it gets less.
Ji Chengyang smiled, and while driving, put his arm on the open car window and wiped off a long section of soot.
The straight road still has no cars or pedestrians, only the street lights illuminated on both sides, as if there is no end. In fact, she knows that this road starts to the end, and after a few turns, it is the end.
When you get there, you have to say goodnight to him.
When I got home downstairs, the street light was half off just in time.
Ji Chengyang was at two intersections, watching her disappear in the doorway of the building, and finally threw the cigarette butt into the trash can.
"When I saw Sixi a few years ago, it reminded me of Lolita," he remembered what Wang Haoran said in the day, "Don't look at me like this, I'm not that pornographic. I think every time I see her, I think about it. Petting her, the feeling that a man wants to pet a woman..."
Lolita, a taboo subject that even Europeans and Americans dared not publish easily in the last century.
He has read the 1955 edition. A well-known novel by Nabokov, this is a world-famous writer, whose reputation on the mainland is far less than that of Milan Kundera. However, the "Lolita" written by him is unknown. Wang Haoran did not hesitate to say, Lolita's book is curious and erotic, and it is not suitable to describe her.
Ji Chengyang thought of another movie five or six years ago.
She is like the little actor in it, without any modification, with a small face that is unforgettable at first glance. The same precocious, lonely, seemingly weak. It's just that the little character in the movie is lonely and rebellious, but she has a warm temperature.