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When Mi Zhiqiu woke up again, Xia Xin was no longer on the bed.

Probably the single bed is really not suitable for them to sleep together, so Mi Zhiqiu stretched his waist, feeling an awkward soreness from neck to shoulder to waist.

He turned his neck, convinced that Xia Xin had suddenly hit him while he was asleep.

When Xia Xin suddenly opened the door and came in, what he saw was Mi Zhiqiu, who looked like a devout believer, kneeling there to relax his back.

He froze for a moment before saying, "Excuse me, excuse me."

Mi Zhiqiu raised his face to see him coming back with breakfast, and said expressionlessly, "Thank you, Lord Long En."

Probably the two of them stayed together for the holidays, so they were destined not to have a morning, and it was already afternoon by the time they finished packing and were ready to go out.

Xia Xin hadn't taken away the flowers adorned on the car, and they had been dried into withered flowers.Like a packaged antique, delicate and withered.Mi Zhiqiu sat in the back seat of the car, like sitting in some old car, seeing the wind blowing up the withered leaves, it was quite appropriate for autumn.

The wind blew up Xia Xinran's white coat. The material of the clothes was light and fluttering. It looked like a big white from behind. Mi Zhiqiu reached out and pressed it as if he could feel the weight of the wind.

He remembered that when he was traveling before, it suddenly rained in the middle of riding a motorcycle.

The rain in the tropics is always so unpredictable. The two of them were too lazy to buy raincoats because they thought they were about to reach their destination. As a result, the rain was probably unconvinced, and suddenly it seemed like someone in the sky started watering with a basin.The sound of rain turned into a radio whose volume was out of control. Mi Zhiqiu buried his head and could hear the sound of raindrops hitting the back of his neck.

There was no turning back for the two of them, and they could only become warriors facing the rain in the movie. They missed a chance to buy a raincoat, and there was no next stop, as if they were Haiyan with open arms.

"A storm is coming."

Mi Zhiqiu couldn't remember if he had recited poems back then, but now that the weather is sunny and sunny, he suddenly memorized the elementary school texts.

So Xia Xin suddenly heard an explosion in his ear, "Let the storm come more violently."

Mi Zhiqiu originally thought that Xia Xin would ignore him suddenly, but the person in front suddenly yelled at a louder decibel, "I want to stop working overtime next week!"

The sound was too loud, and turned into a stereo surround sound along with the wind. Even though there was almost no one around, Mi Zhiqiu suspected that he had finally driven Xia Xin crazy.

Xia Xinran didn't seem to care about her image, and shouted loudly, "I want the sea!"

When they set off, they had no destination, but no matter how far this city went, it would never reach the sea.

Mi Zhiqiu looked at the yellowing trees around and spread his arms, "I want a forest!"

There is no reason for Haiyan to roar in the storm, it is just an artistic technique, but these two people suddenly shouted on the road.

Xia Xin suddenly said, "I want winter!"

Mi Zhiqiu said, "I want spring!"

"I want to go to college for another four years!"

"The flowers will not wither if you want!"

“Want to eat hot pot!”

"I want to grow persimmons!"

"I want to build the biggest Lego!"

"I want to raise cats from all over the world!"

"Want Mercury!"

"Want the moon!"

"I want to know what Mi Zhiqiu wants to do!"

Mi Zhiqiu had been perfectly matching these wishes according to the number of words, but he got stuck at this sentence. He had just breathed in and was about to shout the next sentence like a carnival, but suddenly fell silent.

The car stopped swaying to and fro with the shouts, and it was as calm as the person who had been traveling with Mi Zhiqiu just now had disappeared.

The trees on this road are all about the same height, and the bottom edge of the sky is sparsely drawn.Mi Zhiqiu turned to a far away direction, put his hands around his mouth, and shouted very hard, "I want to write!"

"Lying is human nature, and most of the time we can't even be honest with ourselves." When Mi Zhiqiu watched "Rashomon" for the first time, he was relatively young, so he remembered and understood very little, but he has always been I am deeply impressed by this sentence.Especially when he learned what a white lie is, the teacher solemnly said that lies can be divided into malicious and good intentions on the podium. Mi Zhiqiu, who was only in primary school, also thought seriously in the audience, whether it is a good lie to lie to himself .

Xia Xin suddenly locked the bicycle and took out a can of drink from the basket.

In fact, at the beginning, when Mi Zhiqiu first met Xia Xinran, his car was empty, almost without a seat.Then there was a back seat first, and then a basket was installed, which clearly highlighted the characteristics of him starting to drag his family.

Mi Zhiqiu was a little too lazy to lean on the bench, Xia Xin suddenly put the drink in his hand, "You look quite suitable for writing."

Mi Zhiqiu began to buckle the tab on the can and remained silent.

Xia Xin suddenly brought the drink over again, and opened it with one hand, with a bang.

Mi Zhiqiu took it with both hands, and praised Xia Xinran for being very capable.

Xia Xin suddenly knelt down and watched him take a mouthful of the overflowing liquid along the side of the jar, "Then are you already writing?"

Mi Zhiqiu saw that he was squatting a little shorter than herself, and touched his head, "No."

"Why? Haven't you already found what you want to do?"

Mi Zhiqiu looked at the top of his head being messed up by himself, and smoothed the lock of hair, "Then what have I been doing these four years?"

When he grew up a little later, the first answer he got was that a lie is a lie.So there is a new doubt, whether to deceive oneself is a lie.

Problems will always bring new problems. Mi Zhiqiu in the second year of middle school had many such philosophical doubts, so when he saw the boys around him thinking about playing after class every day, the girl at the front table might like him, and today’s real When handsome, he really failed to get the impulse of puppy love.

To a certain extent, Mi Zhiqiu’s love for reading comes from the fact that he himself has a hundred thousand whys. Some questions will be solved as he grows up, and some questions will not have standard answers.

Xia Xin suddenly asked him, "Then when did you find out what you really want to do?"

Mi Zhiqiu withdrew his hand, "The past two years."

"So these four years were your last choice, and you already have the answer to your next choice." This sentence seemed extremely optimistic, too much like what Xia Xinran would say.

When Mi Zhiqiu evaded this question a few times, he was thinking that it wasn't that he didn't want to answer Xia Xinran, it's just that he didn't know.

But when he shouted, he suddenly realized that this might be a white lie that belonged to him.

Although a lie is a lie.

"But Xia Xinran..." Mi Zhiqiu lowered his gaze.

"Many people don't know what they want to do." Xia Xinran said very seriously, "Life is really long, don't be afraid of going in the wrong direction with your last choice."

Mi Zhiqiu looked at the aluminum can in his hand and felt that if he tried harder, he would probably crush it.

"But these four years have passed." Mi Zhiqiu's voice became very soft, "Mom and Dad are old, and I came home one day and found that they all had gray hair. Xia Xinran, I probably won't have children in the future, I can't have any more An erratic job."

"I just want to reassure them."

"Have step-by-step, ordinary success."

Mi Zhiqiu didn't even say these words to himself, but when Xia Xin suddenly heard them, he suddenly became a little regretful.

I don't know if I regret what "wouldn't have children" alluded to, or regret that I suddenly landed in reality in such an ideal and romantic dialogue.

On the way back, the dead flower branches were almost bald by the wind, and Mi Zhiqiu suddenly felt that he might have regretted being honest with himself.

Lies are not necessarily lies, he thought.

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