Early in the fifth day of the lunar month, Lin Yi went to Xiacun.

First, I set off a large ball of firecrackers for Wu Rong's family, wish you a New Year's greetings, have a cup of tea, eat some peanuts and melon seeds, and have a chat.

Then go to Dalong Legs' house with him.

On the way, Wu Rong talked about some school affairs. Since he studied Chinese as a foreign language major, there were 43 girls in the class, and he was the only boy.

He said he was very uncomfortable when he first entered college. He felt like he was sitting on pins and needles in the classroom, and he felt very frightened. Because there were girls in front, back and left and right, he felt so nervous that he felt like he was sitting.

For example, I dare not cover the chair with my back and bend down on the desk, but the huge classroom is cleared and I feel that there is no place to put my feet on it.

I am always afraid that the thread behind my pants will crack and reveal two buttocks; I am afraid that I will smell sweaty, so I have to take two baths a day; when I leave the dormitory, I have to smell whether my armpits are odor; I have to check whether my nostrils are clean and whether my nose hair should be repaired; I have to brush my teeth twice each time, and then I have to suck my palms and smell if I have bad breath.

A girl once said that his butt was raised when walking, and then he dared to take small steps when he walked.

And this creates a psychological shadow. When there are too many people, they only dare to hang on the end, for fear that others will say that his butt will be raised.

Listening to his confidant, Lin Yi was angry and funny, but more tired and speechless.

I couldn't help it in the middle, so I interrupted, "You are a typical lack of confidence."

You still like Mijia so much, and you have been in love with her for so long, and you still want to go to the capital for the sake of Mijia.

I don't believe it. Does your class happen to be someone who looks better than Miga? More elegant?"

Wu Rong was speechless when asked, holding his red face, and after a while, he whined and refuted:

"No, it's different. When I met Mijia and I met, you guys would have the best of my support. I don't want to face her directly as soon as I came up. From strangers to familiarity, we are silent and moist."

Lin Yi smiled, rolled his eyes and teased, "Forget it, let it be, it is still moistening things silently.

What you mean is that if we didn’t help you build a bridge, you wouldn’t have faced Mijia in your life alone, right?”

Seeing that Lin Yi understood what he meant, Wu Rong quickly nodded in a hurry.

At this point, Lin Yi leaned his head closer and asked, "You are so cowardly, how dare you go to the capital for love?"

"I, I, I was impulsive..." Wu Rong, who was full of acne on his face, felt ashamed of himself.

Seeing how many dogs he looks, Lin Yi had to change the topic, "What about you now? Are you used to it after a year and a half?"

Wu Ronghou paused, put his lips together and said, "It's okay, I just don't know how to refuse."

Sometimes they always ask me to help turn on the water and do coolies, and they will help them all the time.

But there are also benefits. They will bring me a serving of food and make meals. Sometimes I save money on three meals a day."

Wu Rong said that the reason why his stuttering improves so quickly now is that he is forced by the female classmates in the class.

The school wanted to hold activities, and he was the only boy in the class, and he had to pull him in whatever he did. He had to participate in many college activities.

Due to professional reasons, many poetry recitations are necessary. If he practices loudly, his stuttering will improve a lot.

During the conversation, Lin Yi keenly felt that Wu Rong accidentally mentioned a girl named "Yang Tao" many times.

…

Lin Yi specially chose a good time. By the fifth day of the lunar month, there were indeed not many customers at Dalong Legs' house.

As soon as he entered the door, the little kid circled around Lin Yi, his eyes slanted. It took him a while to ask his mother seriously:

"Mom, are you changing boyfriends?"

When Zou's mother heard the words change, she didn't react for a moment, so she asked in a conditioned reflex, "What's wrong?"

"My sister's boyfriend helped me buy Wangwang snow cakes during the Chinese New Year, but he didn't."

As soon as the tender and crisp sound came out, the living room was silent for a moment, and something strange was spreading.

It was the first time that her long legs reacted, and she saw her thin lips and her eyes were filled with anger. She felt that her face was thrown away by this little monkey. She was so angry that she wouldn't be able to fill her up today.

One of them was "Oh my god, my sister wants to hit me", the other was "Stop for me, I won't hit the house for three days and then she will still be removed...", one of them ran away from the living room and pretended to chase, and soon left the living room and ran outside.

Looking at the woman's red face, Lin Yi knew that this woman had to stay outside for a long time to melt her shame.

…

After dinner, Wu Rong was sent home, and the two of them started slowly and slowly at the edge of the reservoir.

In the snowy world, there was a whirl of mountain wind, and the two walked side by side, tacitly understanding, and silence was better than sound at this time.

After walking around the reservoir for two quiet times, Lin Yi said, "I will leave on the morning of the eighth day of the lunar month. After the Lantern Festival, you will take a plane to Yangcheng with your wife Fang."

The long legs nodded, suddenly remembered something, and turned his head and asked curiously: "Is Yangya's family really developed?"

"Have you heard about it in the mountains?"

The woman pouted and was very dissatisfied with this. The reservoir was not far from the town and the terrain was much flatter than Shangcun. Why was it so far?

After a hygienic eye, he said, "Everyone is circulating.

The original version was the Monopoly in your village. After that, it became the richest person in the town, and then the richest person in the county.”

Lin Yi smiled, "The richest people in the town are more reliable, but if they are richer than the gold gangs in Liuzhai, there is actually no one who believes it."

Thinking of the Rolls-Royce, which was driven by the Gold Rush Gang, it is said that the largest parents in a county have to take the initiative to greet them, get a big red envelope, and get a popularity.

His long legs immediately agreed with him.

...

On the sixth day of the lunar month, the sun got up from the gentle nest and finally climbed out of the clouds. The temperature warmed up, and the ice and snow on the rural roads gradually melted.

Leaving the reservoir, he drove the glutinous rice cakes and bacon backed by Zou's mother to pay New Year's greetings to the Lin family uncle and uncle's family.

Afterwards, the whole family returned to the village and hanged the last time for their grandparents.

Then Lin Yi rushed to Xiangjiang without stopping and gathered Dr. Lu and the other four.

Seeing Lin Yi coming to the airport alone, Dr. Lu looked at him and asked, "Didn't Gouyuan say you want to bring someone? Where is the person?"

"There is no time for people."

Instructor Jiao Sijia went to the gossip, "Is that person Sun Nian from your class?"

Lin Yi asked back without answering, "Why guess it's her?"

The instructor said, "The squad leader of several classes in my hands is rumoring that Sun Nian is pursuing you."

Lin Yi: "You said it's pursuit, doesn't the word chasing mean everything?"

…

I flew to New York many times in my previous life, but this is my first time going abroad in this life. I am very curious about the street performance art that has been rolling around in New York.

It is said that the streets of New York in the 1990s were a wonderful era.

Previously, the hippie culture in the 1960s was laid out, and was baptized by the punk and rock spirit in the 1970s. The diverse culture and trends of the 1980s surged; the accumulated power burst out strongly in the 1990s, penetrated into film, art, fashion...

Among them, the street culture boom, which was influenced by the 1990s, was mainly composed of youth subculture in later generations, and the "Golden Age" widely known by street people is frozen here.

In the early morning of the 15th, the lights were dim and the time was getting late, and the noise also stopped.

Next to the sex shop near Sixth Avenue, West Fourth Street, Greenway Village, several street painters are painting portraits of passers-by, and some onlookers are gathering around.

Next to the sex shop is a half-underground shop with half-open doors. Lin Yi and his party, who had fallen for a long time, saw the rounds on the side of the window.

At this time, the latter was half-lucked with a tattoo-filled body, and was performing rock music with a group of street artists of all kinds without any scruples.

He sang "Don'tcry" by Gunhua Band with a howling voice.

talktomesoftly.

There'somethinginureyes!

…

istillloveubaby!

don'tucrytonight!

don'tucrytonight!

There'saheavenaboveyoubaby!

…

Looking at the fact that they had lost their true colors, the few people looked at each other for a while, and then they found a space to appreciate each other in a complicated mood.

Gengyuan sang with another white man very passionately, and the band played and the drums were all very exciting.

But for some reason, Lin Yi just couldn't appreciate it. After listening to it for a long time, he even felt noisy and a little bored.

I tried my best to clap my hands to support me, but I was actually drowsy with my eyes half closed...

Suddenly, Lin Yi suddenly felt refreshed and was frightened.

I saw more than a dozen policemen surrounding the area with guns and ammunition, and the crowd suddenly became noisy, astonished and commotion.

After asking, I found out that a shooting occurred on Sixth Avenue in New York and something happened to a Korean artist from that time.

Soon, someone got news from Sixth Avenue that it was said that the painter Li Zhiquan from Seoul was killed by a man. The most direct reflection of the local police station was to send police forces to protect several places where street artists gathered.

The "black and white skeleton" who was forced to stop rounded up. She drank half a bottle of Coke in one breath. When she came over, she laughed and comforted: "Don't be afraid, it's normal to die on the street. I'll get used to it after staying for a while."
To be continued...