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(7) I want to tell you many stories

Shao Youguang didn't know when he fell asleep.But when I woke up again, it was already high in the sun.

To be precise, he was awakened by a loud noise.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the room was filled with blinding light, and all the objects that had been carelessly placed seemed to be steaming.Shao Youguang was lying lazily, every pore on his body was open, he would rather become a tangled tree at this time, and just think about how to photosynthesize every day.

He propped himself up to sit up, and the wrist bone touched something hard. He fell asleep with his face pressed against Ji Jian's diary. This is a very intimate posture.The book has gone through so many years of tossing and turning, and I don't know how many hands it has been through, and how many places it has been to. Shao Youguang rubbed his face, feeling that he had eaten a lot of old ashes when he fell asleep.

The old gray has been eaten, but the old story has not been finished yet.If you want to blame it, you can also blame him for not living up to expectations, why he became sleepy after drinking a few bottles of beer, and then he did a lot of messy old things.In the dream, the road he and Ji Jian walked out of the dance hall seemed endless, and the libretto echoed clearly in his ears.

"Neng, it's "Lin Chong's Night Run" that's being sung this time." He thought.Being ignorant and ignorant as a child is not good.It's not good to see everything too clearly now.

This is a thread, and if you pull it out, you can pull out many threads of different lengths.It's a bit like the dragon beard candy I ate when I was a child. Once you eat it and breathe out, everything can't be cleaned up.

But now he didn't have the time to sort it out, the room was abnormally bright, and when he took a closer look, the loud noise came from something—some kind of madness, the entire curtain frame fell to the ground, rubbing it in a mess a curtain cloth.

Of course, the curtains were also brought when he bought the house.

Few young people have the leisure and time to spend an afternoon washing the curtains, and Shao Youguang is no exception. After this, his nose was itchy, and the air was full of dust.He just finds it annoying and irritating.When Zhao Fengqiu was a child, whenever he washed the curtains, he would be caught standing on the stool and hooking them off one by one, and the next day he would have to take the trouble to put them on one by one.

"Fuck, Mercury is retrograde." He touched the corner of the phone, he accidentally broke a hole on the screen yesterday.Laughing at himself, being able to live his life in such a miserable state is also considered his excellence.

The idea of ​​Mercury retrograde is really interesting, as if it shouldn’t have come out of Shao Youguang’s mouth. After all, he always had a stern and selfless expression when he was working. In the past, his colleagues laughed at him when they heard it: “You still believe this.”

"Why, no, only little girls are allowed to believe in horoscopes." He thought to himself.

Mercury retrograde is just Mercury retrograde, Shao Youguang opened the diary with his fingers, turned the pages with a clatter, and when the light came in, the diary paper became translucent.It doesn't really matter whether he finished watching it or not. Looking at the clear glass window, he felt for the first time that the sky seen from his room is so vast, and the spring is so bright.He simply has the occupational disease of being a director. When he closes his eyes, there is a scene scheduling in his mind, and he will let himself evaporate in the spring, into a puff of smoke and mist, or any gas, even if it is exhaust gas such as carbon dioxide, he also recognizes it.Then he opened his eyes and stood in Yiliang County, right in front of Ji Jian.

He could finally see how he was lecturing. What does it look like for the little neighbor to become Teacher Ji?His lips were probably still pursed down, and it was scary when he was not speaking.That's right, Shao Youguang's smile can scare the students.

The more he thought about it, the hotter his heart became, his mind was still in the chaos of just getting up, but his nerves were jumping out of sync, trying to struggle out of his body.

"No, we have to implement this matter."

This is not something that can be decided with a slap on the thigh at all, but Shao Youguang really made the decision with a slap on the thigh.

If you think it through clearly, you won’t be bothered anymore. Shao Youguang simply turned on his phone and rejected several scenes that the producer asked him to cooperate with. Someone he knew immediately called him to ask him what’s the matter. No face.

Shao Youguang said: "No time, no time, I don't do drama recently."

Telling plays to those shabby actors is not as enjoyable as telling stories to Ji Jian.

He couldn't keep the money in his hands, so he wanted to donate all the director's fee he just got to the mountainous area. If he wanted to implement what he wanted, it might benefit himself.

It wasn't until he went to the bank counter to make the remittance that Shao Youguang came to his senses in [-] beats. He called up the short message from last night calling him Mr. Zhao straight to the point, and saw that the number belonged to Yunnan.After watching it for a while, I let out a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, I was not drunk yesterday, so I can't justify myself.

It was really embarrassing to answer that question mark.

The opposite should be Yiliang Yumiao Primary School. As for the person opposite, Shao Youguang took it for granted that the person who contacted the donation before was the principal of Yumiao Primary School. The memory is really strange. He remembers such things clearly. The person's surname is Sheng , called Sheng Weimin.

He sent a remedial sentence like a human: "Hello. I was too busy last night and didn't reply to you carefully. It's Principal Sheng, what's the matter?"

Principal Sheng was probably busy and didn't have time to get back to him.But he didn't care much about it anymore. The "Mr. Zhao" who has been silently donating money to do good deeds is Mr. Zhao, and the Shao Youguang who is going to cross half of China to find someone is Shao Youguang. These are clearly two different things.To put it bluntly, he didn't want Ji Jian to know what he was doing behind the scenes.

The ticket that Shao Youguang bought was for that night.He had enough food for himself and the whole family was not hungry, so it was easy to leave as soon as he said it. There was not much luggage in all, and the weather was warm and warm, so a thin coat was just right.After packing up the things and closing the door mercilessly, the curtain rod was ruthlessly thrown on the ground intact.

The train goes to Yunnan, which is a long line.When we arrived at Zhaotong, we were still a long way from Yiliang, and then we had to transfer to a bus, which took us half a day to arrive at the entrance of the village.

Shao Youguang expected what a hard sleeper would be like, but he was still taken aback by the black and white people.Everyone in a carriage is talking, and the lingering sound is quite lingering in the ears. The high-speed rail is open, and after filtering out, the ordinary express carriage still smells of sweat, foot odor, and the smell of Master Kang’s braised beef noodles. The sauna is either for the ticket money Those who searched and searched were either going to places smaller than a sesame seed like Shao Youguang, and in exchange for taking a car, it would be better to sit all the way to the end.

Social development and survival competition, it is extremely ruthless to divide people into layers in a silent atmosphere.This is the law established by God, and human ideology only plays a role in fueling the flames.

Shao Youguang sat on the iron bed covered with blue sheets for a while, and the old man across from him had already taken off his shoes and lay down as soon as he got into the car, and was content to pick his feet and crack sunflower seeds.Seeing Shao Youguang staring blankly, he grabbed a handful of melon seeds and gave him a handful of melon seeds: "Young man, don't you melon seeds, you sit there and do nothing, it's very comfortable to lie down."

Shao Youguang couldn't do a good job of psychological construction because of the dirty yellow-brown stains on the bed sheets, so he waved his hands to reject the kindness of others.

The hero probably thought that he was really not a young man who could bear hardships, so he ignored him, cracked a melon seed, and snorted thickly: "It's a long way to go."

This road is very long, and it will take four days and three nights to walk in total.So Shao Youguang asked the flight attendant to make up a ticket for a soft sleeper.

The flight attendant was a woman in her thirties, and when she saw Shao Youguang, she had a clear expression on her face, and she obviously understood it: "Can't you take it?"

"Winter is better. This spring, the weather is getting warmer, and the smell is getting worse day by day."

"What are you going to do in Yunnan? Go back to your hometown?"

"No," Shao Youguang took the newly replenished pink ticket, "I'm looking for someone."

The flight attendant looked at him from top to bottom, "Look for a girlfriend."

Shao Youguang was noncommittal.

Opposite to that woman sat a younger and smarter one, who spoke very quickly, jumping out word by word like beads, she leaned on the back of the chair, looking very relaxed.

"In fact, the soft sleeper is not very comfortable, but what should I do, I will bear it for the sake of my girlfriend. Actually, it is much better now. You have never seen the environment seven or eight years ago. The environment was really bad. I just went to work. The first bus on the bus was also going to Yunnan, and I cried on the way. I regret it, why have I worked in such a dirty place for the rest of my life.”

Shao Youguang remembered this, and he was still thinking about it when he was lying on the soft sleeper bed.In fact, these bed sheets were washed together, but he felt that it was not so difficult to accept.

Seven or eight years ago, it was the time when Ji Jian went to Yiliang.The dirt and chaos seemed to be able to eat people, driving a girl to tears.

What about Ji Jian?Knowing Ji Jian, he felt even more distressed.

"What kind of mood did he endure this journey, and how did he inevitably and resolutely throw himself into a more difficult life."

Shao Youguang didn't dare to think about it.

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