Chapter 439 Can't Say Goodbye

   After showing off enough, Jiang Yang threw the fish into the cooler.

   When they waited for noon, they dismembered the fish on the boat, and Li Qingning made the fried fish.

  The fish I caught by myself is different, it tastes delicious.

   After drinking and eating, the two lost their interest in playing and sailed back to Hong Kong.

  When he arrived at the door of the house, Jiang Yang saw the white cat again, looking at Jiang Yang expectantly. Jiang Yang ignored it, and took Li Qingning's hand back home. Li Qingning had the key. After opening the door, the house was very quiet. Li's father and mother probably took a lunch break.

  The two returned to the room in low voices, and Li Qingning was lying on the bed tired.

  The bed is a bit narrow.

Ever since she was a child, Li Qingning lived in this room alone, and Jiang Yang was the first person to live in it. Looking at Jiang Yang, Li Qingning felt that fate was amazing. She never thought that such a person would live in it willingly. her room.

  Jiang Yang was also curious about the room.

  In case I can find a school uniform—

pity.

  The school uniform was not found, but Jiang Yang found a notebook, which was full of music.

  Li Qingning asked Jiang Yang to bring it over, "This is a secret book of martial arts!"

  Jiang Yang: "Really?"

——

   "Is there a technique of harvesting yin and nourishing yang?"

  Jiang Yang asked when he handed it to Li Qingning.

"I recorded the tuning methods of special tuning, and there are dozens of them." Li Qingning leaned up and flipped through the pages. Not only the tuning methods, but also the applicable scenes of each special tuning. For some music As far as humans are concerned, this is indeed a cheat.

  Li Qingning looked through these.

  She was originally wearing a short T inside and a long shirt outside for sun protection. Now that the shirt was off, the vest line on her abdomen was exposed. Jiang Yang became interested, kissed her, and then pressed her face there. Li Qingning patted his head.

   They took a late afternoon nap.

Because Li Qingning was in his arms, Jiang Yang slept very soundly this time, and he didn't wake up suddenly, feeling that he had slept until the end of time and was abandoned by the world. Stay for a while.

  It is almost dusk now.

They are leaving tomorrow morning, and Jiang Yang is quite reluctant. Although this is not parting from others, sometimes it is very difficult to part from a place. Let alone this is the place where Li Qingning grew up. After staying in a hotel for three days, when leaving, Jiang Yang would feel a little bit of reluctance in his heart, just the feeling that the fate is over and he will never come again.

   Of course, it is also possible that Jiang Yang went out less.

  Father Li and Mother Li were already talking in the yard.

   They got up, and Li Qingning decided to take Jiang Yang to play skateboarding on the shore of the lighthouse yesterday.

  Mother Li originally wanted to stop her, but she gave up after thinking about it.

   Now there are two people.

  She still doesn't want to interrupt the romance of the young couple, but she doesn't know if the script is finished.

  Father Li also wanted to stop him.

  He wanted to hurry up and play two chess games, but seeing that Li's mother didn't speak, he swallowed the words silently.

  ***

  The coast.

   During the ebb and flow of the tide, under the clouds and clouds in the sky, Jiang Yang and Li Qingning rode skateboards, listened to the sound of wheels gliding across the ground, wandered by the seaside, watched seagulls fly, and felt the alternation of day and night.

   After playing tired, Jiang Yang sat on the ground to rest.

  Li Qingning went to the front to play.

  He turned his head and saw the little boy who gave him fish yesterday came from the wild beach again, holding a bucket in his hand.

  Jiang Yang remembered what his mother said in the morning, "Didn't your mother tell you not to come here to play?"

  The little boy glanced at him.

   "Are you angry?"

Jiang Yang saw it, "As for it? There will be many partings in the future. One day in elementary school, one week in junior high school, one month in high school, half a year in college, one year or even two or three years after work—just In the future, they will send you off."

   There are more cruel things behind, but Jiang Yang didn't tell him.

   "Don't come here again."

  Jiang Yang persuaded him.

  Li Qingning said that the rewards of catching the sea here are many, and the danger is really dangerous. Last time, the little boy got a cut on his hand, and it was still light. Some people cut their thighs and heads, and sent them for stitches.

  The little boy lifted his bucket, "Do you want it?"

  He didn't want to bring it back.

  Jiang Yang: "Is it free?"

  The little boy probably has never seen Jiang Yang so direct, "All right."

   When I took it back, I had to suffer a meal from my grandma. The little boy was tired of eating, so I gave it to Jiang Yang. Anyway, I didn’t get much today, so let’s pity the air force. The main reason is that Jiang Yang helped him yesterday, and the little boy had a good impression of him.

"Thanks."

  Jiang Yang took the bucket bluntly.

  The little boy thought he was being rude, "My bucket?"

  Jiang Yang: "Give it to you tomorrow, just the alley in the morning?"

  Little boy: "The third door."

  Jiang Yang knows.

   As a thank you, Jiang Yang: "Let me tell you a story. I have a friend—"

  The little boy looked at him.

   "I do have a friend!"

Jiang Yang told him not to think about it, "This friend, he was in the first year of high school. Once he woke up late, and he got up in a panic. He didn't fold the quilt, brushed his teeth, and just washed his face. Blaming his mother for not waking him up earlier. His father told him a few words, saying that he was old enough to take care of his own time. His mother prepared milk, eggs, and steamed buns for him—”

   Buns are vegetarian buns with vermicelli, tofu and cabbage.

   "He muttered that it was this stuffed bun again—"

  It's not that he doesn't like to eat, he just eats too much and gets tired of eating.

"He didn't want to eat this bun, he wanted to eat finger pancakes, but his mother didn't give him money, so he forced him to eat half a bun, drank half a glass of milk, and then hurried out to school with eggs in his mouth. Slow down later, he replied vaguely, I got it!"

  Jiang Yang stopped.

  The little boy waited for a while, and couldn't help asking: "What happened next?"

  This story is so detailed and so ordinary, it is almost the morning of many people, it is not a story at all.

   There must be a follow-up.

  It’s like the storytelling and the opening poems of cross talk, and now we’re waiting to get to the point.

  Jiang Yang looked towards the sea: "He is dead."

  He was in a hurry that day, he screwed up everything, he didn't mean to, he didn't want to say goodbye, but it just happened.

"ah?"

  The little boy felt that his thoughts were flashed by others, and the flash was short-circuited. After a moment of stupefaction, he said again: "Ah!"

   "Dead in a car accident, that's all."

  Jiang Yang said: "So, no matter how you feel in the morning, you should bid farewell to mom vigorously."

if you can.

  That friend wants to get up early, fold the quilt, brush his teeth, take back his complaints, drink a glass of milk, crack an egg, eat a bun, say goodbye to his parents solemnly, and then close the door gently—

  The little boy opened his mouth.

  He saw the setting sun falling on Jiang Yang's face and shoulders. Jiang Yang said it was serious, as if it was a very important thing, and this was the first time an adult had treated him so seriously, so the little boy nodded.

  Someone called in the distance, the little boy's grandma.

"so now-"

  Jiang Yang stood up and waved to him: "Goodbye!"

  The little boy waved unnaturally, "Goodbye."

  He went to find grandma.

   After watching him go away, Jiang Yang looked back at Li Qingning.

She was coming over on a skateboard, and hummed softly: "...I can't bear to look at you the most, turn your back to me, please don't be so attached to me for a while, the ups and downs are like a crowd, how can there be no miss, you and I are too sad to say goodbye... "

  Jiang Yang: "Our husband and wife really have a good understanding!"

   Can't Say Goodbye - Alan Tam.

   Don't worry, everyone, I will make up for what I owe this weekend, and my integrity is still there

  

  

  (end of this chapter)