The wealthy old man is flirtatious and sweet

The two rode for a while, turned left at the overpass, and rode along the first ring road towards the provincial hospital.In less than 10 minutes, we arrived at the entrance of Huanhuaxi Park.

The chain of the little blue bike that Shen Yitang was riding fell off and he couldn't ride anymore.Anyway, not far from home, he parked the car in the designated area and signaled Liang Chen to get off and walk home.

Liang Chen became addicted to cycling, and felt that he was better than Shen Yitang.Adolescent children always like to show off and compare.

With a flick of his tail, the rear wheels drew an arc on the ground, and he parked the car in front of Shen Yitang gracefully, tilted his head to the left, and said in a pretentious manner, "Get in the car, I'll take you back!"

"Where should I sit?" Shen Yitang inspected the whole car, but didn't find his own seat.

"Sit in the basket!" Liang Chen pointed to the storage basket in front of the car.The slogan "No Passengers" on the basket has long been covered by various loan advertisements.

"Can it work?" Shen Yitang pressed the basket with his hands, feeling that it was not very strong.

"Okay, I often put my classmates in the basket at school, or stand on this bar." Liang Chen leaned back, pointing at the bicycle bar under his feet.

"Then let me stand on the horizontal bar. I feel that the basket is too small and I can't sit on it." Shen Yitang circled the bicycle and asked, "How do I stand? I don't know how to do it. Demonstrate."

"Then hold the car steady, and I'll stand for you to see." Liang Chen gave him the car and got off the seat.

Shen Yitang has long legs, sitting on the seat, he can step on the ground with both feet.He held the handle with both hands, put one foot on the ground, and stepped on the pedal to stabilize the car.

Liang Chen was surrounded by him, with his hands on the faucet, his feet on the horizontal bar, his body turned to the left, his waist was next to Shen Yitang's left hand, and he continued to instruct: "The body should be tilted to the side.

One point, otherwise I can't see the front. "

"I think it's better to keep your body sideways." Shen Yitang held his right hand, looped it from his left shoulder, and put it on his right shoulder.

Liang Chen put his left hand on the dragon's head, his right arm around Shen Yitang's shoulder, and his waist rested on his left hand.

He seemed to have been tapped, and stood there dumbfounded.

"Okay, this way it won't block the line of sight at all."

"Stand firm!" Shen Yitang shouted, stepped on the pedal, and drove Liang Chen forward steadily.

Liang Chen thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, obviously he was going to carry someone, but he ended up being carried, with such an ambiguous posture.

He turned his head to the left, looked ahead, opened his mouth halfway, drank in the cool night wind, and then spit it out, his eyes were dotted with stars.

"Xiaochen."

"kindness?"

"I heard you singing just now, sing a few lines to listen."

"No."

The park was silent, the night wind rustled the leaves, and the moonlight poured down. Liang Chen seemed to have a small trumpet in his heart, repeating the lyrics just now over and over again:

"The gentle wind blows, maybe there is good news..."

The Shen family is in the villa area next to Huanhuaxi Park and needs to go through the park.

The park at night bids farewell to the hustle and bustle of the day, it is quiet and deserted, and occasionally one or two couples can be seen.

The two are tall and have unique looks. The couple walking around looked sideways and praised them for their good relationship.

The gazes of passers-by made Liang Chen very uncomfortable, and he felt flustered as if the secret in his heart had been discovered.He wanted to stop, but kept his mouth shut, looked up at the moon above his head, and silently counted the way home.

"Take you to a place." The bicycle passes through Bailuzhou, and turning left is the way home.Shen Yitang controlled the front of the car to turn to the right, and rode northward along the east wall of the thatched cottage, among the rows of tall green trees

walk through.

"Where are you going?" Liang Chen's throat was blown dry by the night wind, and his soft voice was feathered.

Shen Yitang said mysteriously: "Canglang Lake!"

"Cut. I've been there." Liang Chen was a little disappointed.Hearing his tone, he thought he was going to take him to a special place.

Canglang Lake is the wetland area of ​​Huanhuaxi Park. It is considered an important scenic spot. Liang Chen has been there several times.

"Really? Then go again." Shen Yitang stared at his unnatural head, breathing all the way to his right ear.

He suddenly speeded up, and the bike passed stone roads, arch bridges, and reed trails.The slight bump made Liang Chen grasp his shoulders tightly, and his lower back gently rubbed against his arms.

"Let me down." His lower back was itchy, and the intimate touch made Liang Chen feel a little uncomfortable.He is not afraid of wrestling, not afraid of pain.But this unstable posture made him very nervous, and he did not

Know what to be afraid of.

"why?"

"I don't want to fall again."

"I, Shen Yitang, swear to the sky and the moon that I will never let Liang Xiaochen fall."

His last sentence was in Mandarin, which seemed very formal.The tone is firm and the rhetoric is ambiguous.A simple guarantee, I don’t know why the moon is involved, but I still give it to him on my own initiative

Take a nickname.

Things in this world, once the moon is involved, become different.

Given that the name "Liang Xiaochen" is still pleasant to the ear, coupled with the witness of the moon, Liang Chen stood on the bicycle and enjoyed his care with peace of mind.

"Liang Xiaochen."

"kindness?"

"Can I sing?"

"Of course." Liang Chen felt that he was weird, so he sang as he wanted, and he also asked his own opinion seriously.

"I can't sing well, I'm afraid you'll make fun of me."

"Let's sing, let's sing, I won't laugh at you." Hearing that he rapped and sang badly, it didn't matter at first, but I wanted to hear it even more.

"Then you listen carefully—"

"—hard to let go, want to hug tighter

life is like a wilderness

Like a child who can rest on father's shoulders

Who's getting off? "

He sang Cantonese songs, Eason Chan's bicycle, but it sounded surprisingly good, every word, every song, every tune, penetrated into the heart through the dilated pores.

Cycling in the deserted tree-lined path, Liang Chen put his arm around his shoulders, unexpectedly meeting the scene.The last sentence seems to be a lyrics, but also a question.

"You sang wrongly, it's not dad, it's brother." After Liang Chen finished speaking, he added: "I won't get out of the car!"

"Well, I listen to you."

The wind blows gently, with a hint of warmth, dyeing the tips of one's ears red and warming one's heart.

The author has something to say:

Shen Yitang: The moon represents my heart.

Liang Xiaochen: Don't tease me! ! (>▽<)

Shen Yitang: Obviously you teased first ╮(╯▽╰)╭