Cheng Yin watched the video over and over again, completely ignoring Chen Yanqing next to him. A living person in front of him was not as attractive as Qin Jiao in the image, and Chen Yanqing felt aggrieved. Fortunately, Cheng Yin felt that it was enough after watching it three times, so he finally put away his phone.

It rained outside the car window and she raised her finger and tapped the glass, "I don't know when it will fall."

"It should stop in the next moment." Chen Yanqing took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it on fire.

Cheng Yin glanced at him: "Can you get a little less? After all, I saved my life. Don't waste your life and feel uncomfortable?"

Chen Yanqing paused for a moment, nodded, then took off the cigarette between his lips, rubbed the tail of the cigarette that had just been lit with his thumb and index finger, and rubbed the sparks away.

Cheng Yin frowned when he saw his blackened fingers.

It was raining outside, and the space inside the car was narrow and a bit stuffy. Chen Yanqing turned on the car music and the slightly lower volume flowed slowly, which was considered a waste.

He suddenly asked, "How did you and Rong Xin meet?"

Cheng Yin, who was tilting his head, heard him ask about this, and his eyes looked at him, "What are you asking about this?"

She was unwilling to answer. He stopped and said, "Rong Xin told me all about how you met him, how you met him, and how you became his assistant."

“…You know, ask?”

Without answering, Chen Yanqing's eyebrows were deep and he asked without any remarks. It was a calm narration tone: "The password for your apartment door lock is his birthday."

"yes."

Cheng Yin admitted calmly. His attitude was so calm that he felt slightly depressed.

"You didn't have a good memory before, and you couldn't remember Qin Jiao's birthday." There were desk calendars on her desk all year round, including grandparents' birthdays, and they had to be circled on the dates, otherwise they would definitely forget them.

"I remember it as I remember it." Cheng Yin said, "I remember it as soon as I recite your birthday too much."

Chen Yanqing pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly. She used to only remember his birthday, but now she has a little more Rong Xin, and she can calmly use it for analogy when she lifted it. No more questions, he picked up the thermos in the paper bag, unzipped the bottle cap and gave it to her, "Drink some."

The steaming hot is the milk prepared when you go out.

Cheng Yin doesn't want to drink.

"Stomach pain is not a joke." He forced her.

Cheng Yin was half forced to take it, and sipped a little, saying while drinking, "I have taken medicine on time." After drinking half a cup, he tightened the bottle cap, put it down, and said to him, "You don't need to do this, it's not caused by you."

He didn't answer and asked, "Are you afraid when you test the medicine?"

"What's there to be afraid of? No one will die." She laughed, raised her hand to cover her stomach, "But there is no way. Maybe I am a bad person, and the probability of being unlucky is a little higher than others."

Isn’t people living a mixed life? There are always hurdles to overcome. Many times, I feel that I can’t stand it anymore, and then I look at it after I’m over. In fact, it’s just that. The pain at that time was real, and the calmness of the clouds and winds were real.

Cheng Yin glanced at his heavy face, lowered his smile and said, "Don't sympathize with me, I don't like this."

Chen Yanqing nodded, turned his head to the left, staring at the car window without looking at her. His left fingers trembled slightly, and he picked up the cigarette that had been rubbed aside before, and reignited it between his lips.

The smoke was scattered in the car window, and the fresh smell of rain outside overflowed. Cheng Yin turned up the volume of music, which was louder than the sound of rain.

The rain continued until after five o'clock, and the drizzled finally stopped.

Cheng Yin and Shen Yanqing got out of the car and took out the prepared things from the trunk. The ground was wet and there were small puddles accumulated in the area without cement. They avoided and entered the cemetery. The stone steps were long and turned several directions along the way. There was a place where the tombstones were separated by empty space.

The ground was slightly wet after raining, and Cheng Yin knelt on one knee, and his knees immediately printed a circle of wet marks. The face in the black and white photos was exactly the same as in memory. Cheng Yin wiped the water droplets with his sleeves and placed the offerings silently with his eyes down.

Chen Yanqing said a lot in front of the tombstone, and the burned incense ash was in the box prepared in advance. After he said that, he looked at Cheng Yin, and Cheng Yin shook his head, "I have nothing to say."

It was dark, probably because of the weather, there were no people in the cemetery, except for the guardians at the entrance, which was terrible.

Cheng Yin and Shen Yanqing walked back along the way when they came. The stone steps slid slightly. Chen Yanqing reached out to her, but she refused. Halfway down, there was a piece of land that was particularly slippery and she almost fell down. Chen Yanqing quickly held her hand with his eyes and held it tightly, and he did not let go in the second half.

I stayed in the cemetery for an hour. It was dark early, and due to the weather, it was already dark around me. After the rain, the road was slippery, and Chen Yanqing was unhappy and went down the mountain.

After driving for about forty minutes, the car suddenly stopped and the engine could not start.

Cheng Yin, who was playing with his mobile phone to relieve his boredom, raised his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Chen Yanqing said, "I'll go down and take a look."

After going around to the front of the car and checked, he returned to the car, frowned, "The car is broken."

Cheng Yin asked: "What should I do?"

He clicked on the navigation, and they were in a place where they were not in the village or the shop, and there was still three hours' drive from the city. He took out his cell phone and called his assistant, sent him the location, and asked someone to drive to pick him up.

He could only wait, but fortunately, the other system functions in the car were fine. Chen Yanqing turned on the front and rear lights to prevent other vehicles from hitting them. The temperature dropped at night, so he turned on the heating and closed the windows tightly.

The light inside the car was a little dimmed, so he handed the thermos to Cheng Yin: "Are you hungry? Drink some."

Cheng Yin shook his head, "This is not full, and he still has to go to the bathroom if he drinks too much."

He didn't force it.

The car was quiet, and after a while he suddenly said, "You still blame grandma?"

Cheng Yin looked at him sideways and said, "I have never complained." She closed her eyes and said, "I'm afraid she blames me." Not talking in front of the grave was not a quarrel in her heart, but she didn't know how to speak.

With her arms wrapped around her, she closed her eyes and said, "Let me lower my seat a little, I want to sleep for a while."

Chen Yanqing looked at her and leaned over.

She frowned: "What are you doing?"

He untied her seat belt, put his hand under her knees, stretched his other hand over her waist, and carried her to sit on his lap.

Cheng Yin supported his legs with his hands: "It's not more comfortable to sit."

Chen Yanqing took her neck, put her in her arms, and let her head rest in front of his chest: "Go to sleep, warm up, wait for the car to come, I'll call you."

She frowned, "I'm not cold..." Even if it's cold, just turn on the heating a little bit.

He raised his hand to stroke her hair, and his voice softly, "Don't think so much. Whether it was before or in the future, today it would be an exception."

Cheng Yin wanted to move, but wanted to refuse, but hesitated with the action of patting his back, but hesitated, but still didn't move, relaxing little by little.

Chen Yanqing said she would let her sleep, but she was not quiet.

"Do you remember before, you always like to let me carry you on the street."

When we went out together, halfway through the walk, she always made excuses of being tired and insisted on him carrying him. He refused, so she squatted and refused to leave, which attracted people passing by to look at him. He was not as young as the old Taoist, and every time he was embarrassed because of her, she was really invulnerable. He walked away with a calm face. No matter how far he walked, she still squatted and played tricks.

He could only turn back and scold her: "Are you a gangster or a scoundrel?!"

She ignored her head and ended up compromising. He had no choice but to squat down, and she jumped on his back happily, with no one getting the speed of changing faces.

He agreed to carry a street, but when she arrived, she refused to go down. He bargained on his back: "I will walk by myself at the next intersection, and then at the next intersection! Really!"

Then one street, another street, and ended up walking from beginning to end.

...

"Remember." His chest was slightly shaking, and Cheng Yin laughed when he heard it, "Many times I almost thought you would dig a hole on the spot and bury me there."

Chen Yanqing also laughed and said yes, "I should have buried you there."

Her nose rubbed, all of which was familiar with the faint fragrance of his body. Every time she sniffed his neck on his back, he would say he would not move. Then she restrained her a little, but she still couldn't help but be happy, shaking her legs and being carried by him from the street to the end of the street.

"Actually, I hate walking." Cheng Yin closed his eyes, "If you like walking, I can only follow you."

After walking too much, he found new fun, and gradually felt that he didn't feel that annoying. His face was blushed and his confusion when he walked out and fell back so far. He even stood in front of her and asked her if she wanted to be shameless and frown. Everything was so vivid that her heart felt like it was blooming.

Chen Yanqing patted her behind her and her rhythm was chaotic for a few seconds and then re-selected it.

Cheng Yin opened his eyes and said, "I want to listen to the song."

"What do you want to hear?"

"The peony pavilion, the soap robe comes out."

“Not in the car.”

She said: "You sing."

Chen Yanqing was silent and started to make a sound. Cheng Yin laughed as soon as he spoke, and quickly asked him to stop, "Forget it, don't make things difficult for you. Your throat is really falling completely."

He nodded, "I haven't practiced for too long, I almost forgot." In addition, smoking badly sound, no longer than when I was young before.

"It seems like you sang better than me before." She complained.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and touched her hair, "Yes, I don't sing as good as Boss Cheng."

"Don't." Cheng Yin quickly stopped talking, "I can't bear this."

"Boss" is the name in the Liyuan Garden, and they can only be considered amateurs if they are slaughtered.

It was pitch black around, and only the white street lights standing by the road were silently on. At some point, it started raining again, and a thin slant was shining under the clear yellow street lights.

It seems to be isolated from everything.

There is nothing else, nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about, only the present that is as peaceful as flowing water.

Cheng Yin moved in Shen Yanqing's arms, changed into a comfortable position, then cleared his throat and hummed the soap robe. She hadn't sang for too long, and some of them couldn't be pinched up, and it was a bit different.

I sang "The beautiful scenery is the best place for the sky", and I sang "The raindrops and winds, and the smoke and waves painted boats", but I can't sing it anymore.

Chen Yanqing listened quietly and asked, "Why did you stop?"

"I don't want to sing," she said.

The next sentence "The people of Jinping look so cheap to see this time" is condensed in their throats and do not want to sing it down.
To be continued...