The Road Home

"Are you really impressed?"

Two hours later, Gui Xiao couldn't help asking in the front passenger seat of his car.

"I was impressed with that time and task, but not with people," Lu Yanchen leaned his left arm against the window glass, propped his head, and hit the steering wheel with his right hand. "At that time, there were more than two thousand passengers and they couldn't remember their faces."

Moreover, violent terrorists were rampant for a while, their squadron was temporarily transferred, the time was tight, the task was urgent, and it was necessary to avoid large-scale stomping accidents, and also to check for illegal elements to make trouble. There were screams and roars, horrors and curses. Every face was frightened. Everyone was desperately trying to squeeze out to a safe place. Everyone was afraid of being pushed down by the crowd and instinctively. Go shove everything around and find a way to escape.

At that time, he didn't hesitate to pay attention to the difference between human features, long hair or curly hair ...

Gui Xiao thinks it makes sense.

She turned to look out the window, still without bounds. They and their cousin's two cars had driven out of the community one by one to eat at Jinbao Street near Xiao's home, but were cut off by martial law.

My cousin was there, and they were waiting with hundreds of cars in the street full of colorful lights. Xidan.

"I often come here for shopping in high school," Gui Xiao directed Lu Yanchen to the left. "One is here, the other is the wholesale clothing market next to the zoo. I have a cousin who will bargain especially and take her every time to save a lot. Qian. Today, you saw that cousin. When I was a kid, I was a bullshit. We did n’t want to take him to shopping. We left him at home, and he cried.

Lu Yanchen set his hand by the window, facing the cold wind to look at the dense layers of pedestrians and all kinds of lights, buildings, roadsides, and the sign lights of the shops that could not be seen.

This is the "stability and prosperity" he and his brothers swear to guard at the border.

Secular atmosphere is strong, but Lu Yanchen is strange.

He lived in the outskirts of Beijing when he was a teenager, and did not enter the urban area very often. Later, he was admitted to Nanjing in college. He was a sophomore for more than ten years. Except for returning to Beijing after Gui Xiao proposed to break up, he never really returned. Therefore, Lu Yanchen's familiarity with the well-known commercial attractions in this place of residence is almost zero.

Why is it "near"?

Because last night he flipped over the map, studied the route from the airport to that class teacher's home, and then went to the home of Xiao Xiao.

Soon, road regulation was over.

The sea of ​​cars is still moving slowly. In the navigation, monotonous and gentle robot voices pop up from time to time to remind the road. It took another half an hour for the car to drive from the Xidan Intersection to the underground garage of the hotel in Jinbao Street.

Gui Xiao wants to call his cousin so they can start serving. As she looked down to flip the number, the hair on her shoulders slipped, and she raised her hands to poke to see him looking at herself.

"I'll call Pan Hao," she said.

"Call again five minutes later."

"……it is good."

The car was quiet, she thought he should have something to say, wait, ponder, and thought how long he would hear for a long time to prepare him for so long, but in the end it was only one sentence: "Zhao Minshan's incident is over. "

Every word was jumping and rippling in the car.

Gui Xiao laughed slightly, and suddenly she was in a bad mood.

Lu Yanchen was smiling when she looked down and looked away from the window, she knew she was happy.

Don't look at this simple sentence, but the process is more and more complicated.

Lu Ma's heart was soft, and she ran several times for Zhao Minshan to persuade Lu Yanchen to be repaired by Lu Yanchen. On the contrary, when Lu Da heard that his son wanted to repay his debt, he didn't have to spend his own money. The rich and powerful Qin Feng and their husbands mediate there, directly patted with both hands, and did not care; in the end, only Zhao Minshan wanted to pass through Yan Chen, a poor soldier, a bachelor, but would rather return a million yuan than marry For myself, life and death can't cross the hurdle in my heart and refuse to let go.

Lu Yanchen is firm in this attitude: debt repayment is justified. It's boring to pull something else.

In this incident, he also thought that the Zhao family was nothing wrong, at most he was eager to marry a girl, and thought that a man who had just returned from the army must be in a hurry to marry his wife, thinking that it was a beautiful thing. But he really couldn't marry. If Zhao Minshan wanted to drag it, drag it for a few years, it wouldn't matter, he wouldn't get married anyway.

This sentence really poke the opponent's dead point.

It was Zhao Minshan who was the last to suffer, and Lu Yanchen was not a person who loved her too much to marry. The more time wasted, the more time wasted, and the more provocative.

That night, Qin Feng sent a message from Zhao Minshan agreeing to the divorce, and Lu Yanchen immediately took a cold shower, stayed up all night, and demolished three cars. In the morning, he drove the children out for a drive.

Around a shop in the town, go to the knifed noodle restaurant where I know my favorite food in the past.

After so many years, it is still there, just changed place, the shop is still so big.

The child heard that Aunt Gui Xiao loved to eat and was happy.

When the boss recognized Lu Yanchen, the first sentence asked him about the original object: "In the past, you used to bring a little girl to eat, and the girl was so smart that she liked to eat spicy food, and eating a bowl of noodles would pour me half Bottle of hot sauce. In the summer, I see her sweating. "The boss smiled, and Lu Yanchen smiled.

He heard this, but also felt that the boss was very visionary, so many students familiar with the year can remember it.

...

There is an old song on the radio.

Gui Xiao rested her head on her back, tilted her head, and went to see him. The car darkened as soon as the car went out, and the garage was bright, and Lu Yanchen unfastened her seat belt and looked back at her with her face against the light.

Gui Xiao bit her lip and laughed again.

This smile fell into his eyes, making him have to think about something to do, so he approached: "So happy?"

"Of course I'm glad, why didn't you tell me earlier?" It took nearly six hours from the airport to the head teacher of Xiao Nan, and he said it now.

"I'll do business with you this afternoon, I can't say."

She wasn't listening, and she said quietly, "This is business."

He felt his hands clasped behind his neck.

Guixiao didn't say a word, his heart was beating, he was beating ... holding his breath, pressing his throat stiffly.

The shadow of her dark pupil was locked in her shadow: "Finance?"

...

Gui Xiao sucked her nose, and the palms clasped behind her neck took her hard to bring her over. When Gui Xiao was still trying to say something, she bowed her head and blocked her mouth with a cigarette. Slaps her mouthpiece ...

The palms behind her ears also sweated a lot, I wonder if it was his or hers.

The overwhelming atmosphere is his breath, the feeling she misses the most, no matter how perverse or unfriendly the man is in the eyes of outsiders, his kiss is only clear and gentle.

Gui Xiao hasn't kissed anyone, but he has watched a lot of TV and text descriptions, but he can't find a kiss with Lu Chen.

No matter the way you kiss you or the gesture of cuddling, you can feel that this man is reluctant to make you feel a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable. So until now, she has insisted to tell anyone that she likes gentle men the most.

That kind of gentle, most intimate person can appreciate.

Lu Yanchen felt that she was responding to herself, stroking her back from top to bottom, and the blood flowing was the kind of feeling that had been recalled hundreds or thousands of times. .

...

The breakup with Gui Xiao said without exaggeration that he had been killed for most of his life, and now he was all in fear.

At that time, if it was not in the army, there were daily training from morning to night, and those intensive training that crowded out all personal time, he would have more pain. Regardless of the desert that burns in the scorching sun, the grasslands that are raining heavily, or the mountains that can't be seen with five fingers, all the experiences are helping him to wash away the name Guigui from his mind ...

It is said that the man does not cry easily, but he really cried for the return.

It wasn't the kind of wailing, there was no chaos, and there were no dramatic scenes of grief, even he didn't even expect it. She said to break up, he called over and over again, and she hung up again and again, most of the time did not tell him. The frontier area is strictly managed. Ordinary soldiers are not allowed to use mobile phones. He has no choice but to make phone calls.

He gave up several times this time, fearing that she would be scolded by her family because she was too much hit. Until more than half a year after he broke up, he finally had a chance to come to Beijing and go back the next day.

It was late that night and he refused to meet him.

He didn't go home and had nowhere to go. He voluntarily "paid patrols" back and forth outside the train station to pass the time. From midnight to dawn, when he looked up to watch the big clock, his eyes suddenly became sore and feverish.

No one would find it, but he knew for himself that he had really cried.