Mixed Miners

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But since they have come, the other people’s hospitality and the vice chairman of the Labor Central Committee have greeted them. In any case, they have to give face. Three people will talk about laughing and laughing, and Yang Ling is indeed a bit hungry. On one plate, the two beautiful women didn't have the appetite of his big mouth. The cockroaches who ate the roast ducks only ate a few pieces and sat full. The two women sat next to a drink and watched Yang Lingfeng's roll of the cloud to deal with another plate.

Sun Xiaojing's eyebrows, with a faint smile on her face, Yang Ling's brave meal, she had a deep understanding in Chang'an, but she was surprised to see that this super big food began to sweep the last remaining plate, pipette I don’t know how to take a sip in my mouth for a long time.

From Quanjude, it was already 10:30. Yang Ling looked at the endless stream of cars and city lights. He smiled and said: "The squad leader, where are you going next? Is it going home or going on?"

Sun Xiaojing helped him sort out the clothes, as if a little wife said softly: "You are really, you don't know how to eat, you have to go to school tomorrow, let's send her back, then go to my house to play!"

But she didn't do it. She shook Sun Xiaojing's arm and said, "Sister, don't I go back? I have to go to your house. I will sleep with you at night."

"Obvious ~! I promised Aunt to send you home by ten o'clock in the evening, and see that it is almost eleven now. If you don't listen, I won't bring you out next time!" Sun Xiaojing did not promise her.

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Yang Ling said with a grin: "Small girl, what is the adult's thing to follow?" Go back and go to sleep!"

"You...hey~!" He looked at him with a sigh of relief. Sun Xiaojing had stopped a taxi at this time, and the three men got into the car and quickly disappeared into the rolling traffic.

After getting off the bus. Yang Ling looked at the quiet and deep community in front of her eyes, and her heart was slightly agitated. Under the dim streetlights, several old-fashioned units stood quietly, some of the windows also showed a faint light, and occasionally the sound of dogs and cats made the whole community more lonely. In April, the trees were stretched. The dense and tall street trees obscure the roads of the community. The night of the Imperial City was slightly cool, and the wind blew. Sun Xiaojing couldn't help but fight a chill. Yang Ling quickly took off her coat and put it on her.

"Xiao Jing, do you live here?"

"Yes~!" Sun Xiaojing seems to enjoy Yang Ling's movements. He wrapped his clothes tightly on his body and smiled and said: "I grew up here, this yard. I am very familiar with the grass and trees!"

Yang Ling looked at her slightly lonely back with a bit of tingling. He always thought that like the squad leader, there are only characters who can exist in the picture. It is as delicate as a flower, gentle like a stream, and a willow. The woman who sounds like a spring should live in the idyllic landscape that faces the warm spring of the sea. The bath is light and the light is the same, not in such a lonely and old neighborhood.

"Yang Ling, what are you thinking about?" Sun Xiaojing turned back and his big eyes flashed slightly in the night.

Yang Ling hesitated and said: "Xiao Jing, I have always been very curious. You were like a fan in our class. Everyone thought that you were an overseas Chinese child who came back from abroad. I didn't think you were a native. Everyone!"

"Hey~!" Sun Xiaojing smiled somewhat proudly. She took Yang Ling’s hand and said, “It’s a little cold outside. Let’s go. My family lives on the third floor of this house! The lights in the corridor are broken, so be careful!”

Holding a delicate little hand, it was slightly cold. Yang Ling threw the imaginary cockroaches that had been imagined from Changan, and she was dragged along a dark and narrow staircase. He wanted to take out the mobile phone. But then I took the hand out of the pocket. This is an illusion that makes him quiet from the bottom of my heart. It seems that a long time ago, I was often pulled by a gentle hand and walked on this dark staircase. On this feeling, let his soul follow the involuntary shock and incitement, as if an ancient memory is waking up in his own body.

"Okay~, we are here!"

Sun Xiaojing released her hand and opened the door to open the door. Then she opened the light in the living room and looked at the room in front of her. Yang Ling was a little dazed. The old house was still gray concrete floor. The white wall was slightly yellow under the dim light. The old calendar, the mottled ceiling, a simple and old wooden sofa, the old-fashioned refrigerator placed in the corner gave a slight squeak, a red thermos bottle placed on the edge of the sofa, and Yang Ling had an illusion, as if Suddenly, I passed through the last century*, just as I felt the same feeling when I saw Xue Yuqin’s house. The years were going backwards, the time was back, and all the modern life atmosphere was gone away.

"How? Surprised?"

Sun Xiaojing closed the door, then lifted the thermos bottle and poured him a glass of water on the old wooden coffee table, then sat quietly beside him and stayed with him.

"I...I..." Yang Ling, I have no way to say a word~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This huge contrast with the imagination has made him completely confused. After thinking for a long time, he asked: "Xiao Jing, do you live alone here?"

Sun Xiaojing said with a cup of water in his hands: "After the death of Grandpa, I am left alone. I am very quiet here. Although I am a little older, I can only feel one here. The warmth of farming."

Yang Ling looked at her in surprise and said, "What about your father and mother?"

"I don't know!" Sun Xiaojing shook his head, his face showing a touch of sadness. "I have never seen them since I started writing. I have been living with my grandparents. When I was in junior high school, my grandmother passed away. After I was in high school, my grandfather passed away. I have been living alone here."

Yang Ling curiously asked: "How do you live?"

Sun Xiaojing shook his head and said: "I don't know. After my grandfather died, I left a bank card and told me that there will be a sum of money coming in every month. It is enough for me to live. I also checked it. Hundreds of months, and then thousands of each month, I have not checked it for a few years now. It is estimated that there should be a lot of money in it! Anyway, I have a job, and I can’t use much money.” Continued.)