I heard that the big boss is crazy

Chapter 590 Uncertainty (2)

The man immediately said: "But the driver will take others by the way, and after a while, it's not necessarily faster than me."

"you sure?"

"Yeah." He looked at him with firm eyes.

The woman met his gaze, but her eyes slowly moved to the mole of tears. It was blood red, extremely small but extremely deep. She was in a daze, and she couldn't help reaching out her hand to touch it: "It's so beautiful."

He turned his face away, his ears turned red, he had never been so close to such a beautiful woman since he was a child, he changed the subject a little stiffly: "Are you still in the car?"

"You've said that, so naturally you have to sit." She retracted her paws and stepped into the car.

The man packed up the shoeshine items, took out a clean towel and wiped the inner seat, and waited for someone to sit on it before he turned on the engine, carefully avoiding the crowd and heading west.

At this moment, he doesn't know that a lifetime of bitterness and joy begins here, joys and sorrows are like songs and weeping, the time is astonishing, and the years are gentle...

In summer, the sound of cicadas is like waves, one wave after another, the fiery red sun burns in the sky, and large pieces of golden yellow penetrate the clouds, sprinkled on asphalt roads, concrete floors, and country lanes.

The plain yellow dust is turned into the air with the wheels, floating and floating, and the wind blows by, sticking to the grass blades, accumulating more and more.

The sun was so hot that even sitting in the tricycle, the woman was still uncomfortably baked. Beads of sweat gradually appeared on her white forehead, and the roots of her hair were wet.

"Take a rest." The man stood the car in the shade, took out a straw hat from the cloth bag beside him and handed it over: "It's too hot, do you want to wear it?"

She reached out to take it, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it, she smelled of sweat, and threw it back with some disgust: "No."

The man's dark skin was uncomfortable, he took back the straw hat and put it on, and walked to the ditch not far away.

She got off the car and stood under the old locust tree, surrounded by rice fields, and there was a river not far away, which was narrow and long, and she didn't know where it led.

Not long after the rice seedlings were planted, they were blown crookedly by the wind. The water at the roots of the seedlings had receded, and there were scattered dead leaves and other sundries floating on them. A toad jumped out of the water, croaking a few times. It disappeared again, and there were circles of ripples on the water surface, which were cut off intermittently by rice seedlings.

The woman raised her hand and broke off a few pagoda tree leaves, wove them into a wreath with her exquisite hands, and decorated it with some unknown flowers picked from the side of the road.

The man washed his face with a cup of water by the river, and then wiped it with the hem of his clothes. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her weaving a wreath, with a focused and serious expression.

The wind blew, the branches and leaves whirled, and a few Sophora japonica flowers fell in response to the wind, falling on her shoulders and hair like rain.

The woman didn't care until the wreath was finished and she put it on her head. When she looked up, she saw a figure standing by the river, looking at her. The hem of the clothes was wrinkled and there was a lot of water on it. stains.

"Did you fall in love with me?" She raised her eyebrows and put on the wreath by herself, seven or eight small pink flowers swaying in the wind, showing off her last life.

"Keep going." The man turned his eyes away, bent down and rolled the storage pipe to his calf, and walked back to the car.

"Am I good-looking?" The woman met his face, her brows and eyes were curved, there was a faint coolness in her sweetness, and her bright red lips were stunning and dazzling.

"Pretty." The man said honestly, he has never seen such a beautiful girl in his age.

"I think so too." She lifted her foot into the car, did not shy away from his praise, and accepted it with peace of mind.

(End of this chapter)