Cut away the bright lights and shadows of the city, and a section of coastal road looks quiet and unattractive. The dark night blurs the traces of the coastline, the shallow sound of the sea, and the lonely lighthouse, left behind by the car.
Youyan sat in the back seat, listening to the two chatting occasionally.
No matter what kind of relationship it is, the most fearful thing is that it cannot withstand the erosion of time.
He and she seemed to be living well, with a steady flow of water and a promising future.
In the mirror, seeing Youyan's slightly entranced profile, the unknown hatred in Huai'an's heart suddenly swelled.
"Bai, I can't beat you tonight." She pursed her lips into a smile and spoke softly, "I'll fly to Cienfuegos with the deputy director tomorrow morning. I can play for a few days after that, but I haven't had time to do anything else yet. You have to go back and study hard tonight. You like that city, and I want to have a good look at it. I asked you to accompany me there, but you always refused. "
"There is no need to do a strategy." Gu Yebai said.
Huai'an was slightly startled.
"I contacted an old friend over there. When your business is over, he will naturally take you around the city," he said.
The intimacy between him and Gu Yebai was not meant to be shown to Youyan, but when he said these words, Huai'an was also a little stunned. He arranged it. She never thought that this man had already prepared for her trip.
Huaian's heart felt warm and he couldn't help but reach out and hold Gu Yebai's hand on the steering wheel.
Youyan's heart ached so much that he tugged at the corners of his mouth, but this time he couldn't laugh anymore, so he had to give up.
This small city in Cuba is pure and impeccable. I heard that there was no one on the street, it was quiet and peaceful, and they produced excellent cigars.
He once told her that one day, he would take her there, and she said with a playful smile, the boat will pass away, and the rivers and seas will spend the rest of her life.
He also raised his eyebrows and smiled. He was already handsome but handsome, but this smile was unmistakable.
Putting his chin on the top of her head, he said calmly, it's okay to die. There are paintings, there are cigars, there are...
She smiled and asked if there was anything else.
"Youyan."
She was overjoyed, but she curled her lips and said, "Who wants to go with you?"
What floated on the corner of his mouth was a slight smile.
She reached out to pinch his nose, but was held tightly in his arms.
"I heard from Susan that her language skills are extremely poor."
She was expecting to hear sweet words, but he took her somewhere else. She got angry and said, "Who started this rumor? My sister is good at Chinese."
"There is a little poem that I wonder if Yan has ever heard of it."
"Of course!" She tilted her chin slightly and snorted.
"That poem goes like this: drums break up the line of people, and there is the sound of wild geese in the autumn." He said with a smile.
"The dew is white tonight, the moon is -" she said without thinking.
He interrupted her, "Yan, what were you talking about just now?"
"Lu Cong is white tonight." She frowned and said it loudly again.
"Lu Cong is white tonight, it is indeed so good."
Her eyes were wide open and she stared at him.
But he suppressed his smile and leaned forward to press her lips to hers, and the rest of his words disappeared into his deep kiss.
"You want Baba to follow you, how can I refuse..."
The road will be white from tonight. It turns out that this is destiny.