matchmaking

Yongning Temple is located in the adjacent ancient town. Although it is also a scenic and historic site, its reputation is not obvious, so it is rarely visited by people.

It takes two hours to drive there, neither too close nor too far.

In the suburbs on weekends, there are few cars and people.The concrete road has been in disrepair for a long time, and the large tank trucks coming and going have made potholes.

The car was bumping constantly, and the isolated back seat of the porcelain pot was also swaying left and right, making Luo Youning want to look back from time to time, as if Yu Bingwen was still there, and he just sat there smiling, running the train with his mouth full, His voice filled the car with chirping and chirping.

Qiao Jing focused on driving, and Luo Youning didn't want to disturb him, so he just shook his head and let go of his messy thoughts.

The sun was shining brightly, and the scorching heat penetrated through the roof of the vehicle, and the cold wind from the air conditioner dissipated the residual heat, leaving only a little bit of coolness.

The speed of the car is getting faster and the scenery on both sides is changing, from crowded low houses to sloping cliffs, from low green hills to red red peaks, rivers meander through mountains and bridges, sometimes cattle and sheep stand or lie in the fields .

There was only the sound of the radio outside the car.The afternoon is quiet, the noisy news and noisy advertisements come to an end, and only the soft music is left humming a leisurely tune.

The sleepiness struck silently, and when he turned the highway intersection, Luo Youning had already fallen asleep leaning against the car window with his head tilted.

Qiao Jing paid attention to him, and when she saw this, she turned down the volume of the radio, and casually picked up the suit jacket hanging on the backrest and put it on him lightly.

The dream was grotesque, and Luo Youning walked through it in a trance, hearing the voices of people in his ears, and gradually disappeared as he continued to move forward. The echoes of the years in the depths of memory.

The night is dim, and the shadows of the trees are dancing.

Luo Youning saw Yu Bingwen, with his heavy schoolbag hanging on his shoulders, and he was walking beside him.

This seems to be after the evening self-study class in the second year of high school.

Luo Youning vaguely remembered that they had just parted from Qiao Jing at the intersection, and the two went home together as usual.

Yu Bingwen was surprisingly quiet that night.

Luo Youning could sense that he was in a bad mood, but after asking several times, the other party was as dumb as a gourd and didn't answer.

Luo Youning was a little annoyed, so she simply shut up.

When they came to the small road in front of the house, when the two were about to separate, Yu Bingwen suddenly said quickly: "Luo Ningning, I'm breaking up."

Luo Youning was taken aback for a moment before he realized what he was talking about. He heard the frustration in Yu Bingwen's tone, so he quickly comforted him dryly: "It's okay, there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world."

Yu Bingwen laughed: "It was I who proposed the breakup."

"Is it with that girl named Du Xiaojing?" Luo Youning said inexplicably: "That girl is not very nice? She is also pretty, has a gentle personality, and still likes you so much, why do you..."

"I don't want to delay other girls," Yu Bingwen said in a low voice, "I regret it."

Luo Youning quickly cheered him up: "If you regret it, hurry up and chase the girl back. Girls just want to be coaxed and pampered! A man, don't hesitate! Nothing will happen!"

"Stupid Luo Youning," Yu Bingwen sighed, and immediately said to him with a stern face, "You close your eyes for me."

The street lamps stand tall, and there are fireflies fluttering in the dim light and shadows.On the lonely long street, the long shadows never leave.

He couldn't see Yu Bingwen's expression clearly, he could only feel the other party's uncertain emotions, he shed tears as if Dayu had lost his love, and he didn't want him to see it, so he immediately closed his eyes upon hearing this.

In the middle of the night, the wind blows, and the leaves of the forest rustle.

He felt something lightly touch his eyelashes.

"Don't move," he could feel Yu Bingwen was very close to him, his warm breath breathed on his forehead, his hoarse voice tickled his heart, "you have a bug on your face."

Luo Youning held his breath for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, Yu Bingwen had already gone a long way.

"Da Yu!" Luo Youning quickly chased after him: "What are you doing so fast!"

Yu Bingwen slowed down again, and asked him nonchalantly, "Luo Ningning, how do you like Qiao Jing?"

Luo Youning wanted to say that he really didn't like Qiao Jing, but he hesitated again.He thought of the movie he had watched with Qiao Jing before, and he remembered the moment when his heart was moved in the movie theater, and all the righteous evasions turned into unspeakable guilt.

"Feeling..." He hesitated, he was confused, his voice consciously softened when he reached the point of his mouth, and he ignored it if he didn't pay attention: "It feels like holding a cat for the first time."

Yu Bingwen didn't expect Luo Youning to answer like this, he stood halfway pondering for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing: "Silly dog!"

Luo Youning kicked him falsely, and became angry from embarrassment: "Shut up, you!"

Yu Bingwen smiled for a long time before restraining himself, he sighed: "How can you say that I am so fickle."

Luo Youning didn't know what he was struggling with. He held it in for a long time, but he couldn't hold back anymore: "What the hell are you trying to say? You've been nagging all night."

Yu Bingwen glanced at him and said in a low voice, "I don't think you and Qiao Jing are suitable again."

Luo Youning said "Huh?", confused.

Yu Bingwen asked him: "Do you want to be with Qiao Jing?"

Luo Youning thought about it honestly, then shook his head bluntly: "I didn't expect to be with him either."

Yu Bingwen asked him back: "If you like someone, don't you just want to be with him, watch the stars and the moon, and talk about life philosophy?"

Luo Youning said: "But I want the three of us to watch the stars and the moon together and talk about the philosophy of life."

Yu Bingwen raised his head and thought for a while, and couldn't help laughing again: "Stupid!"

Luo Youning felt that his laughter was really weird, and wanted to punch him with itchy fists, but just as he raised his hand, Yu Bingwen in front of him suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Obviously the two were in the same night, obviously the same dim light was on their heads, and obviously he was still holding his hand a moment ago, but suddenly the two seemed to be separated by a long distance.

I don't know when a white fog appeared in front of my eyes, and there were countless pale figures coming and going in the long street, and the fog hazyly cut out yin and yang.

Yu Bingwen's face was hidden in the thick fog, and he disappeared suddenly.Luo Youning could only hear his hoarse whispers, lingering in his ears like an elusive dream.

"——Luo Youning, you should wake up."

"——Luo Youning, wake up!"

The clear call was like thunder, and it overlapped with the voice in the dream.

Luo Youning opened his eyes suddenly, and the sudden light of the sky shattered the lingering magic barrier in the dream.

He was covered with a thick suit jacket, and the owner of the jacket was leaning slightly to stare at him.They were very close, and his hand was still tightly clutching Qiao Jing's sleeve.

The ancient sandalwood scent lingered on the tip of her nose, Luo Youning blushed suddenly, let go of her hands in a hurry, and lowered her head in embarrassment: "Sorry, I fell asleep again."

Qiao Jing naturally didn't take it seriously, she casually smoothed out the folds of the plain clothes, and asked casually, "Do you sleep like this all the time?"

Luo Youning didn't understand, so: "What?"

Qiao Jing said, "You slept very restlessly, talking in your sleep all the time."

Luo Youning recalled that drowsy dream, still a little dazed, he couldn't tell whether it was the residual memory that was causing the trouble, or Dayu's lingering soul teasing him: "What did I say?"

"You've been calling Dayu," Qiao Jing said in a low voice, "tell him to walk slowly."

Luo Youning stared blankly at Qiao Jing, and after a long time, he smiled wryly, "Yeah, he always walks too fast. I just missed him in a while, and I won't be able to catch up in this lifetime."

There was no extra comfort, only warm palms gently rubbing the top of his hair.

"You have at least caught up with him," the voice broke abruptly, the phone in the glove box was buzzing, Qiao Jing picked up the phone and glanced at it, then hung up, "The master has contacted me, let's go in directly Bar."