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Li Renneng waited patiently for Joan to finish calling before returning to her. He pulled a new chair, sat across from her, and looked at her. The way he looked, the emotion in his eyes, Joan felt familiar.
She remembered that when she was still a teenager, she once took a train from Chengdu to Xi'an, and stood all night, her legs were swollen. Next to her, an old man from the north gave up his seat to her several times, but she refused, because he was an old man, and there was no reason for an old man to give up his seat to a young man. Later, the old man forced her to sit on the seat, and went to the junction of the carriages to smoke cigarettes. In order to let her sit at ease, the old man stayed there all the time and never came back.
In Joan's eyes, Director Li is just like the old man, an old man with a silent and kind expression.
Thinking about it this way, she stopped being wary and disgusted with him, and instead wondered if she had misunderstood him.
She took the initiative to ask: "Director, are you okay?"
"It's okay. I want to talk to you."
"Oh, what are you talking about?"
"You can talk about anything. Joan"
Joan didn't know what he was going to say. When a man and a woman are facing each other, what she is most afraid of is that others will bring up some embarrassing topics for everyone. With her instinctive wisdom, she could only chat with him kindly.
"Where are you from, Director?"
"Northern, Kanto man."
"Then, I guessed right!"
The director smiled: "Of course, you can tell by listening to my accent. A person's accent can't be changed in a lifetime."
"Well. It's just the accents of people from the nearby provinces. I can't tell the difference."
"You have never been to the north. If you have lived in the north, it must be easy for you to tell the difference."
"I have no language talent."
"You must have never been to such a remote and desolate place, have you?"
"The north is not all desolate!"
He said happily: "When I was young, I used to drive ox carts and often walked at night. There was no human habitation for dozens of miles. This is the north. On the Great Plains, you will be very lonely, you have to talk to yourself, you have to sing , Shouting loudly, singing loudly Well, speaking of which, I really miss the North! I was born and raised in the North, but I have to spend the rest of my life in the South. It's really hard to explain"
"Unexplainable nostalgia."
"Yes, it's homesickness. Maybe it's because of getting old."
"You always say that! Director, you are not old at all!"
"Really? But I feel old."
"Hey, Director, what do you miss most in the north? Heavy snow? Potatoes and beef? Hot kang? Game?"
"neither."
"what is that?"
"I miss the northern night sky, the stars in the night sky. At night, the stars in the northern sky are so big and bright! In winter, you occasionally pass a hill full of bushes, and you will see the eyes of the beasts in the bushes. Yes! Like the stars in the sky, as bright as the eyes of those beasts!"
"Wow, aren't you afraid? It's a wolf, right?"
"Most of them are wolves. I'm not afraid, because I usually drive a carriage, and wolves don't attack people who drive fast carriages."
Joan remembered the description in "Tricycles": Someone was singing a melancholy song, and it was the man who drove the car
She asked, "Do you sing?"
"No, I can't sing. I feel very nervous and want to go home quickly and eat the noodles my mother cooked. At night, I dozed off at first, and then I became more and more awake-because of the cold. I kept walking like that, The only sound is the creaking of carriages. Slowly, the sky is about to dawn. The sky in Kanto is heavy, melancholy, and hazy. I feel frost on the brim of my hat and exposed hair. In the morning light , there were a few cold wild flowers on the side of the road, and an unknown bird rested on the stem and leaf of a reed. "
"It really looks like a movie screen."
Joan said nothing.
She didn't want to wake up this northern man who was immersed in memories. He is not young anymore, and memories will have more and more content in his future life.
He was not asleep. His purpose is not to recall itself.
He looked at his watch: "Did I delay you from picking up the child?"
"Ah? Now? How much time is it?" Joan, who never cared about time, suddenly felt that she was out of touch with time, missed it, and felt a little anxious.
&nbI caught it and put it in the river to drown it, saying: 'See if you don't lay eggs, I will drown you! ¡¯ After being submerged several times, the hen stopped crowing and started laying eggs again. "
He laughed out loud.
After laughing, they seemed to recall some kind of strangeness to each other, and stopped talking again.
After passing the previous ferry, you can see Mary Chinese and English School.
Joan reminded: "Director, my child and I will follow the school bus later. You live far away, so you should hurry back when you take me to school."
Li Renneng was silent for a long time, and said, "I haven't laughed like this for a long time."
"What?" Joan is a distracted person.
"I mean, did you know anything about northerners before?"
"There is winter in the north, a long winter, and people are lonely in the winter, drinking, telling stories, and falling in love. Southerners are busy making money and have no time to do these things, which makes southerners tasteless. Life in the north is poetic. The weather in the north It is cold, so people are cold, but their hearts are warm"
She turned to look at him mischievously: "Director, am I right?"
"Yes, that's right." He looked back at her and said, "You should marry a northern man. Northern men love women the most. When they are happy, they pick up women and throw them into the sky"
Joan blushed a little.
Before she got married, did she yearn for a man? She didn't seem to have time to think about anything, she had no experience, and no one taught her what to do. Before, she didn't even know how to approach and communicate with men, how to understand them.
However, when it comes to men, the opposite sex, and love, she has ideals and longings. The ideal of beauty, a man like Luo Zi Luo Zi Did she know him at that time?
No, she didn't know anything about him. It was just a fantasy, an illusion.
She had fantasized about such a man: he was powerful, profound, bright and luxurious. He is a sunny country, and she is a small garden, a small orchard in it. She grows freely, perfects herself, endures his rain, dew and sunshine, and also dedicates her tenderness and loyalty. Every color of her petals, every drop of water on the leaves is to express her heart, her gratitude and joy to him (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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