Chapter 7 (7)

  They say that dear love is forever

  They are forever young faces

  Eyes that never change forever and ever

  "Good! Well written! I wonder how the song is."

  "The song is also good. You see this one, it sounds great too."

  "Is it 'Model Love Letter'? 'I am the oak tree in front of your window', what a great metaphor!" Lin Yuxiang thought to himself that Old Wolf was truly not simple, transforming from a mammal into a plant with just a shake of his body.

  Susan put her index finger lightly on her lips and said: "Don't talk anymore, others are resting, you also sleep for a while."

  Lin Yuxiang nodded, thinking that Susan was really considerate of others. He leaned back against the backrest and closed his eyes lightly. Lin Yuxiang hadn't eaten breakfast, and his stomach was extremely hungry, but he didn't dare to take out a bread to nibble on. At this moment, Ye seemed as tempting as bread. Susan had already fallen asleep, and she shared a small blanket with the girl sitting next to her who looked like she came from "Liaozhai Zhiyi", making Lin Yuxiang's affection have nowhere to be bestowed upon.

  At this time, Lin Yuxiang's hunger was like a promise that had been changed, and it was vague and intangible. Unable to sleep, he got up to look at the night view. At this moment, a feeling that couldn't be named suddenly flashed through Lin Yuxiang's mind. He stole a glance at Susan beside him, and the moonlight was like a mask lightly attached to her face. Her mouth seemed to still have a smile, and a few strands of hair fell on her lips, it was the kind of "moving heartstrings" scene described in song lyrics.

  Lin Yuxiang couldn't bear her consistently beautiful appearance and turned his head to look out of another window.

  Ke Lin Yu Xiang felt that the car was not sitting very stably. Xu Kuang Di had anticipated this and said, "Shanghai is coming, the car will jump." So the inverse proposition is that when leaving Shanghai, the car will also jump. The car was passing over a bumpy road, shaking violently. Then the lights suddenly lit up many times, probably because they were about to collect tolls. Only hearing from behind a loud "whoosh" sound, Lin Yu Xiang thought his bus had overturned, turned his head and took a big shock, it was a truck loaded with an astonishing amount of goods. The truck seemed to have divine assistance, piling up the cargo higher than its length, such a heavily burdened vehicle must be from rural areas. In fact, this structure has a historical precedent, during World War I, British tanks were afraid of encountering large pits on the road, so they carried a bundle of firewood to fill in the pits and level the road. It's estimated that the truck driver was also afraid of suddenly encountering large potholes on the road, so he took precautions beforehand. After passing over the bumpy road, the loud noise gradually subsided. Lin Yu Xiang looked back again and admired that the truck was still intact, with wheels and windows.

  The road to Nanjing is like the career path of ancient literati, bumpy and uneven. After driving for a while, you have to stop again to pay tolls, and the money in the driver's pocket seems destined to wander without a home.

  Then the tour guide gave the driver a pack of cigarettes to refresh himself. The driver struggled, saying no, but was eventually overpowered by the tour guide's hand and slowly accepted it, putting one in his mouth. For a moment, the car was filled with smoke, and some of the children in front who didn't know the power of nature opened the windows wide, suddenly waking up more than half of the people in the car, all cursing to close the windows.

  Lin Yuxiang hurriedly went to send warmth and said: "Are you cold? Wear my clothes."

  Susan shook her head and said it wasn't cold.

  At this time a girl in the car stood up and suggested: "How about we sing a song?"

  "Good!"

  "I'll sing for everyone first, 'Sparkling Tears of Decision'!"

  "Good!"

  "How embarrassing!"

  After finishing, the girl opened her throat and sang. However, in this society, people who speak like that girl about credit are rarely seen. As expected, she made a fool of herself, and the tune was so bad that even seven or eight cows couldn't pull it back.

  As she sang on, she became more and more agitated, waving her hand to the side. This sudden movement seemed to pull the pitch flat, singing like speaking.

  After finishing the song, Lin Yuxiang glanced at Susan beside him and said, "How can it be so hard to listen?"

  "Don't talk about others, she's also here to add to the fun. Hey, Lin Yuxiang, are you hungry?"

  "It's okay."

  "Have something to eat, 'Hao Li You' or whatever, I think you're hungry."

  Lin Yuxiang was shocked, thinking that something as abstract as "hunger" could be seen by Susan, truly a wise eye. At this time, Susan gave him one, Lin Yuxiang declined once and hurriedly accepted it, feeling grateful and tearful. However, eating in front of his beloved girl seemed impolite, and the "Good Friend" snack was like a small hamburger, making it even more difficult to eat. He could only nibble on it a little at a time. Suddenly, he thought of a book that said girls hated two types of ways boys ate: one was the "cat-eating style", playing around and licking here and there, too elegant; the other was the "snake-swallowing style", swallowing big mouthfuls, eating without choosing, even swallowing stones, too violent, giving people a sense of insecurity. Moreover, Chairman Mao taught us "it's better to cut off one finger than to hurt all ten fingers". So Lin Yuxiang took a big bite, not too much or too little, exactly half.

  Susan asked him: "Are you very hungry?"

  Lin Yuxiang was about to speak, but suddenly found his esophagus was severely constricted, just like the entrance of a mosque during a stampede on Eid al-Fitr, and he felt like he was going to die from the pain. He managed to squeeze out one word: "No".

  After a while, the esophagus was finally unblocked from the heavy burden of saliva, and I thought that this kind of thing is really easy to choke on. There's still half left over, which needs to be treated with caution. Susan distributed the remaining few pieces to her classmates around her, and also asked them to bring one for the teacher. Lin Yuxiang thought to himself that Susan was really good at tormenting teachers. However, today's teacher was particularly quiet, not saying a word, nor controlling the situation. It must be because although being a teacher is the most glorious profession under the sun, it's nothing at night. No wonder teachers advocate for students to look at the bright side of society and not the dark side. The environment determines everything, after all.

  Then people around gathered on the car to have a meal. Although there was no spectacular feast, it was enough to exchange for several tons of oil in Iraq. At this time, someone in the front seat handed over an unimaginable object, Lin Yuxiang held it and didn't dare to move his mouth, Susan said: "Eat, it's delicious." Lin Yuxiang immediately showed a face that seemed to have met his match.

  At this time, Susan's neighbor was in a state of ecstasy, moving her body slightly, and a puff of dust rose from the ground. Lin Yuxiang smelled it and felt that this smell should only exist in hell, and it was hard to taste it in the human world. Suddenly, a sneeze got stuck in his throat and couldn't come out, so he had to put down the food and Susan that he had just met, and turned his body to focus on brewing this sneeze. It happened that the amount of powder he inhaled was just right, enough to produce a sneeze but not enough to make it come out, which shows that mediocrity is not a good thing. Yuxiang held his breath, slightly opened his mouth, stretched his neck back and stuck out his tongue, trying to induce the sneeze. However, things are unpredictable, and the feeling of wanting to sneeze suddenly disappeared, and the sneeze was unfortunately suppressed in its infancy.

  Susan said: "Lin Yuxiang, why haven't you spoken all along? Are you unhappy today?"

  "Oh, I'm delighted."

  A group of people were living in a cramped space, eating and sleeping, until the sky showed a hint of light on the horizon. The car finally quieted down a bit. Lin Yuxiang vaguely saw the mountains in the distance still shrouded in mist, and he was very excited, with no sleepiness at all. Suddenly, he also saw a bald mountain, thinking that even mountains had become intelligent and bald in this era, which was indeed a big step forward in humanized development. So he wanted to invite Susan to watch the mountains together. Looking aside, he saw that Susan seemed to be asleep, with her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her hand naturally hanging down beside the armrest, just one step away from Lin Yuxiang's hand. A man who doesn't have evil thoughts in this situation is not a man; besides, that hand was as moving as a person's face and heart, even a senior monk would immediately jump into secular life upon seeing it, let alone Lin Yuxiang. Should he hold her hand or not? He didn't dare to, but at the same time, he couldn't bear not to. The struggle in his mind did not affect the autonomy of his actions; Lin Yuxiang's hand was now as bold as a local government official, ignoring the central government's repeated warnings and moving forward relentlessly.

  Just as the bus was about to start, it suddenly stopped. The tour guide shouted: "There is a free toilet ahead, three-star level, students who want to use the toilet get off the bus!"

  Susan woke up and rubbed her eyes, saying: "Have we arrived?"