The Untold Story

Chapter 32

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Chen Mingsheng paused for ten seconds before speaking, "...Travel?"

Yang Zhao said, "Yes."

Chen Mingsheng said, "Where are you going?"

Yang Zhao said, "Where do you want to go?"

Tonight's plot evolves too fast, Chen Mingsheng feels that he can't keep up with Yang Zhao's thinking. He said: "I can do it, where do you want to go?"

Yang Zhao thought for a while and said, "I don't know."

Chen Mingsheng: "..."

After standing like this for a while, Yang Zhao felt a little cold. She came down in a hurry and didn't wear a coat. Now that she had been blown by the wind for ten minutes, the hot air that had just rushed down was scattered, and she began to shiver.

Chen Mingsheng saw that she was cold, and said, "Get in the car and sit for a while."

Yang Zhao nodded.

Chen Mingsheng opened the car door, and Yang Zhao told him, "Let's sit in the back."

"good."

The two of them sat in the back seat of the car. It wasn't warm in the car, but at least it blocked the wind. Chen Mingsheng took off his coat and handed it to Yang Zhao, "It's a bit cold, you wear this."

Yang Zhao took the coat and said, "Aren't you cold?"

Chen Mingsheng shook his head, "It's not cold."

Yang Zhao put on Chen Mingsheng's coat. The clothes were just right on Chen Mingsheng, but they were two full circles too big on Yang Zhao, and both shoulders drooped down.

The clothes still carried the heat from Chen Mingsheng's body, Yang Zhao lowered his head slightly, and smelled a faint smell from the opening of the clothes.

Some are like tobacco, and some are like soap, very special taste.

Chen Mingsheng asked her, "Why do you suddenly want to travel?"

Yang Zhao said, "Suddenly?"

"..." Chen Mingsheng was speechless.

After finishing speaking, Yang Zhao laughed and said, "It was a bit sudden." She leaned on the back of the car seat and said, "My vacation is one month left, I want to go out with you, can you find the time. "

Chen Mingsheng said, "Yes."

Yang Zhao was quiet for a while, then turned to look at Chen Mingsheng, and said, "Is it really possible?"

Chen Mingsheng: "Yes."

Yang Zhao said, "Give me a cigarette."

Chen Mingsheng said, "It's in the clothes."

Yang Zhao raised his hand, fumbled around inside the black coat, and finally found a cigarette case and a lighter in his inner pocket. She took a cigarette, put it in her mouth, and lit the lighter.

The moment the fire was lit up, Chen Mingsheng turned his head slightly, and saw Yang Zhao's faint eyebrows shining in the light of the fire.

On and off, Yang Zhao took a puff of cigarette lightly.

She said: "Chen Mingsheng, if you go on a trip, I'll get the money."

Chen Mingsheng had been looking at her, and when he heard her say that, he whispered, "No need."

Yang Zhao said, "You haven't been working hard recently, have you?"

Chen Mingsheng said, "It's okay."

Yang Zhao pinched the cigarette with two fingers, squeezed it in his hand, then turned to look at Chen Mingsheng, and said, "You don't have to worry about money."

Chen Mingsheng smiled, and teased in a low voice: "Why, do you want to keep me?"

Yang Zhao also smiled and said, "Are you willing to let me raise it?"

Yang Zhao's smile was hidden behind the faint sparks from the cigarette butt, plain and yet so real. Chen Mingsheng raised his hand, gently rubbed Yang Zhao's hair, and said in a low voice, "I don't need women's money, tell me where you want to go, don't worry."

Yang Zhao looked at him for a long while, and chuckled lightly.

Chen Mingsheng said, "What's wrong."

"You know, I remembered the past." Yang Zhao said, "You come to my house, I invite you in, and you don't say anything."

Chen Mingsheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you invite me?"

Yang Zhao looked at him indifferently.

Chen Mingsheng said: "... just please."

Yang Zhao said, "At that time, you were also so stubborn."

Chen Mingsheng said softly, "Really."

Thinking of that day, they were silent for a moment together.

Yang Zhao smoked more than half of a cigarette, and said to Chen Mingsheng, "You can arrange your time."

Chen Mingsheng said, "When do you want to go out?"

Yang Zhao put down his cigarette, thought for a while, and said, "I have to make arrangements for my brother, and I'm still a little worried about him."

Chen Mingsheng said: "Then if you have set a time, please let me know."

Yang Zhao looked at him and said, "Well, I may not go to see you tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, so you should go to work."

Chen Mingsheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Okay."

Yang Zhao stubbed out the cigarette butt and said, "Then I'll go up first."

She turned her head and saw Chen Mingsheng looking at him. Yang Zhao suddenly felt that she didn't want to leave. She took Chen Mingsheng's arm and kissed his lips in the dark.

Chen Mingsheng hugged her back and responded to her kiss.

The moment they parted, Chen Mingsheng told Yang Zhao, "You should go back early and rest."

Yang Zhao let go of his hand, returned the coat to him, got out of the car and left.

Back home, Yang Zhao gently opened the door, the living room was still silent, Xue Miao and Yang Jintian were both sound asleep.

Yang Zhao went back to the house and went to the window to look out. Chen Mingsheng seemed to be waiting for her downstairs. When he saw the figure, Chen Mingsheng waved at her. Yang Zhao smiled lightly, watching his figure disappear into the taxi and leave .

It was already late at night, but Yang Zhao still didn't feel sleepy. She came to the study, turned on the computer, and started searching the Internet for travel destinations.

Yang Zhao rarely travels, except for necessary inspections, she hardly takes the initiative to go to scenic spots. She typed in the keyword "tourist attractions", and the result was dazzling. Yang Zhao frowned and glanced roughly.

She remembered what Chen Mingsheng said just now.

[I don't use women's money.]

Yang Zhao suddenly laughed softly in the dark room.

The man was terribly stubborn at times.

Yang Zhao searched for a while and felt a little tired. Finally, she clicked on the website of a travel agency. In the domestic travel column, the first item showed Shanxi six-day special tour.

Yang Zhao thought about it, Shanxi...

At 3:30, Yang Zhao was finally sleepy. She turned off the computer and went back to sleep.

The moment before she fell down on the bed, her mind was still in a daze.

Early the next morning, Yang Zhao got up to send Yang Jintian to school. Xue Miao told Yang Zhao while eating breakfast that his afternoon plane was going to Beijing to attend the auction. Yang Zhao nodded and said, "When you leave, just bring it to the door."

On the way to send Yang Jintian to school, Yang Jintian said to Yang Zhao: "Sister, I will go back to school and live in the school tomorrow, so I have to walk for two hours to and from school, which is too troublesome."

Yang Zhao paused, she really needed a few days free.

"Why do you want to go back to school and live?"

Yang Jintian said: "It's a waste of time to talk about it."

Yang Zhao didn't speak.

Yang Jintian said: "Do you not believe me anymore?"

Yang Zhao said: "I don't believe you, it's just a lesson from the past, Xiaotian, you really don't have that much time."

Sitting on the back seat of the car, Yang Jintian muttered to himself in a low voice, "I know I've worked hard...you're still not satisfied."

Yang Zhao didn't speak.

When approaching the school, Yang Zhao stopped the car at an intersection.

Yang Jintian was a little strange and said, "It hasn't arrived yet."

Yang Zhao said, "I know."

Yang Jintian said, "Then why stop the car?"

Yang Zhao didn't turn her head, she held the steering wheel with her hands, looked at the passing cars one after another in front of the car window, and said quietly, "Xiaotian, why are you studying?"

Yang Jintian was stunned, why study? He groaned and said, "For, for the sake of passing the college entrance examination?"

Yang Zhao turned off the car, lit a cigarette, and said lightly, "Xiaotian, people study for themselves. You may think that the college entrance examination is the most important thing in life, just like a sky. You will find that the college entrance examination is really just an experience of yours, and the past is also the past. But every word you learn, every book you read, they will be under your feet and lift you up higher and higher. At that time, you will slowly discover that there are people beyond people, and heaven beyond the sky. This world is very big, little sky, and there are many beautiful things and wonderful people.”

Yang Zhao slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, "Standing at a high place, you can choose to look down. But at a low place, you have no choice."

The misty smog, mixed with the thick sunlight in the early morning, made Yang Jintian unable to open his eyes. Yang Zhao's figure appeared relaxed and lazy in the thick light. It's like a senior who occasionally wakes up in his spare time in the afternoon and tells his juniors some of his feelings.

She doesn't care too much whether you listen or not.

That shadow and those words were firmly imprinted in Yang Jintian's mind. He felt that he would never forget it in his life.

Yang Zhao finished smoking a cigarette and restarted the car.

"You can go back to school, and I'm going to go out in a few days."

Yang Jintian asked casually, "Where are you going?"

Yang Zhao paused, then involuntarily recalled the place he saw before going to bed last night, and said, "Shanxi."

Yang Jintian snorted and didn't speak again.

After delivering Yang Jintian, Yang Zhao called Chen Mingsheng.

"Hello?"

"Chen Mingsheng, are you at work?"

"Um."

Yang Zhao heard the report from the meter, and after a few seconds, he heard the sound of the door closing. Then Chen Mingsheng said, "Okay, what's the matter."

Yang Zhao said, "It's nothing..."

Chen Mingsheng said, "Have you figured out where to go?"

Yang Zhao said, "Shanxi."

Chen Mingsheng just asked casually. He didn't expect Yang Zhao to make up his mind so quickly. He said, "Where is Shanxi?"

Yang Zhao said, "I don't know."

Chen Mingsheng: "..."

Yang Zhao asked him, "Is there anything interesting in Shanxi?"

Chen Mingsheng thought for a while and said, "Where are the scenic spots? There is Mount Wutai."

"Ah..." Yang Zhao had naturally heard of Mount Wutai, "then let's go there."

It was another understatement decision, Chen Mingsheng couldn't help but smiled, and said, "Leave someday, have you settled your brother's affairs?"

"It's done, he will go back to school tomorrow." Yang Zhao said.

Chen Mingsheng said, "Then when do you want to leave?"

Yang Zhao said, "When will you be free?"

Chen Mingsheng said: "I can do it."

Yang Zhao said, "Then, leave tomorrow?"

Chen Mingsheng: "..."

Chen Mingsheng finally realized that he could no longer let it develop like this. He asked Yang Zhao, "Have you chosen your route?"

Yang Zhao said, "No."

Chen Mingsheng: "Have you thought about transportation? Do you want to drive, train, or plane?"

Yang Zhao said, "No."

Chen Mingsheng said, "Have you prepared the things to bring?"

Yang Zhao said slowly, "...no."

When Chen Mingsheng spoke again, Yang Zhao stopped talking.

He sighed over there and said, "You can wait for me at home, I'll go there after get off work."

Yang Zhao: "...OK."

After putting down the phone, Yang Zhao realized how confused he was just now.

She didn't even think about these most basic things, and just called Chen Mingsheng directly.

She came home and sat on the couch thinking.

In fact, this is just a very simple matter, but Yang Zhao always wants to think about it in another way.

After much deliberation, Yang Zhao came to a conclusion - she began to rely on Chen Mingsheng.

She couldn't tell whether this phenomenon was good or bad.

Yang Zhao took a sip of the water on the coffee table and watched the wall clock on the wall turning around little by little. Her heart is very peaceful, she is the only one in this room now, but soon she will wait for another person. An apartment, two people, nothing else.

She felt a strong sense of fullness.

At 6:30 in the evening, Yang Zhao waited for Chen Mingsheng's call. She came to the bedside and waved to the people downstairs.

When Yang Zhao went downstairs to pick him up, he stood in front of him and watched for a while.

Chen Mingsheng said, "What's wrong."

Yang Zhao said, "Your legs look really unaccustomed."

Chen Mingsheng: "..."

Chen Mingsheng carried a few plastic bags, and Yang Zhao asked, "What are these?"

Chen Mingsheng looked down and said, "Oh, have you eaten yet?"

Yang Zhao said, "Not yet."

Chen Mingsheng smiled and said, "I didn't eat it either. I bought some food. I'll make it later."

Yang Zhao went over to support him, "Okay."

After Chen Mingsheng entered the house, he took off his prosthesis. He walked into the kitchen with a cane, looked around, and then asked Yang Zhao: "Since I left last time, your kitchen..."

Yang Zhao continued clearly, "It's useless."

Chen Mingsheng chuckled twice, put the vegetables in the basin to wash, and said, "Don't eat takeout all the time, it's not good for your health."

Yang Zhao said, "Yes."

Chen Mingsheng cooked quickly, and the dishes were set on the table in no time. During the meal, Yang Zhao asked Chen Mingsheng, "How do you want to get out?"

"Um?"

Yang Zhao said, "Travel."

Chen Mingsheng looked a little hungry, took a big mouthful of rice with his chopsticks, and said simply: "You decide."

Yang Zhao said, "Then take the train."

Chen Mingsheng's hand holding the vegetables paused for a moment. He thought that Yang Zhao could either drive or fly, but he didn't expect Yang Zhao to choose the train.

"Why do you want to take the train?"

Yang Zhao said, "It's cheap."

Chen Mingsheng: "..."

The frequency of Chen Mingsheng's chewing was a little slower. Yang Zhao picked up a piece of meat for him and said lightly, "Chen Mingsheng, it doesn't matter if you don't want to spend my money, but don't be too pushy."

Chen Mingsheng is not rich, he knows it, and she knows it too.

Yang Zhao smiled, and said, "The days will be long."

Chen Mingsheng raised his head and saw Yang Zhao's face so clearly illuminated by the chandelier above the dining table.

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