Xia Yanqiu stood on the steps of the station's entrance and looked at Sangbai.

“When will you come back?”

A gentle whisper was like the spring breeze in March that caressed the flesh of Sang Bai's heart.

Nine out of ten girls in this era are young literary women, but the level of literature is different, and the love of Sang Bai is also unavoidable.

Of course, Sang Bo did not think he was so noble. He knew very well that he defined himself as a vulgar person, so he would not think about truly pursuing a jade girl. Because he knew that he was not worthy of a jade girl, and even half a jade girl was not something he could lick.

Sang Bai's fascination with Xia Yanqiu begins with her appearance, being drunk with temperament, and being determined to get along with each other. She is considered an ordinary couple in the world.

As time goes by in the county town, Sangbai can naturally produce more tricks.

Originally, Xia Yanqiu did not obviously reject Sangbai. When Sangbai's hand-written love poem was released, Xia Yanqiu fell without resistance.

'When I moved into the Potala Palace, I am the biggest king in the snowy land, wandering on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world'.

'I once thought that there was a lot of affection to damage the Brahma feelings, but when I entered the mountain, I was afraid that I would be able to fall in love with the city'

'Use a lotus to discuss our afterlife, and then run to each other for a lifetime'

Not to mention the small county town, even the provincial capital has not heard of Yangcang Gyatso several times. It turned into the sharpest love knife in Sangbai's hand, peeling off Xia Yanqiu's heart little by little, and bursting out the most dazzling sparks in the starry sky of her almost twenty years of life.

Descendance is certain!

Faced with forty years, under the double blow of the stomach and heart, Xia Yanqiu has been able to hold on until now without recommending a pillow mat.

Of course, the fall at this time is different from later generations. If you don’t get married and sleep together at this time, you will be a hooligan! Therefore, Xia Yanqiu’s fall is currently limited to the tenderness of a woman who has no reservations to Sang Bai, spiritually rather than physically.

A literary saying is that a heart has already been fully in love with his lover.

"It's about ten days, I can't tell the exact time, but I will definitely come back before November." Sang Bai gently pulled Xia Yanqiu's hand.

Xia Yanqiu let him pinch it for a while and then pulled it open. Even so, her cheeks were red like pink peach blossoms.

"Have you brought all the things?" Xia Yanqiu asked in a low voice.

The sound was too small, and Sang Bo almost didn't hear it clearly for a while.

"Take it, bring it all," said Sangbai.

At this time, Xia Yanqiu took out a small cloth bag from his pocket and reached out to Sang Bai's palm.

"You have to bring more money when you go out. I saved up these things, not much, just over 200 yuan. Everyone says that the road to a poor family is rich, so you must not be reluctant to spend it when you are on the road. You must eat when you should eat, and you must stay in a better place in a hotel. You can sleep well in this way. Don't sleep in a big car shop just because you save money. People like you won't get used to it..."

The more Xia Yanqiu spoke, the lower his voice became, and his face became redder.

Women in this era are extremely gentle to the men they like and have extremely delicate thoughts. They are almost always instructing Sangbai’s places of food, clothing, housing and transportation that she can think of when traveling.

Sang Bai was stunned at this moment. He no longer remembered when someone cared about him so much last time. Before he was ten years old? Maybe, his parents had not divorced or reorganized their families. At that time, Sang Bai was still enjoying his parents' favored baby. There might be such a moment, but he couldn't remember it. Many things were buried in memory and they might not be able to think about it, but when something teases the heartstrings, you must feel familiar.

I gently held the cloth bag in my palm, and at this moment I couldn't say a word in my heart.

He had never met such a girl. In his era, girls asked for gifts during holidays and cosmetics when they were dating. It became rare to care whether their boyfriends had to eat or not at night, let alone subsidize their boyfriends with their own money.

Sang Bai knew what more than 200 yuan meant to Xia Yanqiu, which meant that the girl in front of him gave all the money she could save since she went to work to herself.

He gently pinched the cloth bag. When the palm of his hand touched it, Sang Bai suddenly felt that he seemed to feel the body temperature of Xia Yanqiu on it.

"Don't worry, I'll come back eleven months ago. I'd rather let Tathagata down than let you down."

Sang Bai talked about emotion and wanted to reach out to embrace the woman in front of him.

She didn't do anything light, but just took her into her arms lightly, kissed her on her cheek or forehead, telling her how she loved her.

At this moment, there was no outsider in Sangbai's heart, and there was no world in his eyes. His heart was full of shadows of this woman, which had never moved lightly for a moment.

This is the love of a boy. A heart is tied to the other person's body. Even if it is a sword, it cannot be damaged at the moment.

I just hope that the person in my heart will be like myself.

"I've left, from the provincial capital, I've gotten on the bus!"

Just as Sang Bai stretched out his arms, a rough voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Sang Bai looked back and Xia Yanqiu burst into laughter.

"Master Qin, your throat is so scary!"

"Xiaoxia, am I reminding you that you can get your partner in the car quickly and leave soon."

Before Master Qin finished speaking, Sang Bai smiled and took his bag and walked towards the car door.

After getting in the car, I found a seat and sat down. At this time, there were not many people going to the provincial capital, so Sang Bai picked a seat with fewer people, put down the bag in his hand, opened the window next to him and waved goodbye to Xia Yanqiu.

The car moved!

Xia Yanqiu also waved his hand and slowly adjusted the position as the car moved. Until the car left the courtyard of the bus station, he could no longer see it and then silently returned to the ticket room.

Sang Bai, who got into the car, said nothing, and silently looked at the backward house on both sides, holding a small cloth bag wrapped in money in one hand, feeling warm in his heart.

"Master Qin, how long will it take to arrive in the provincial capital?"

When the car was parked on the side of the road to rest, Sang Bai asked about Master Qin.

Master Qin smiled and said, "It will take more than three hours! I'm only halfway there now."

Sang Bai was stunned when he heard this, and then he thought it was right. There was no expressway to and from the provincial capital yet. At this time, he was taking the national highway and had to circumference around the mountains. It was normal to get there in six hours. The traffic at this time cannot be compared with future generations.

When she got back to the car, Sanbai simply took a short snatch.

Sang Bai woke up until he was about to reach the border of the provincial capital.

However, when she woke up, Sangbai could no longer sleep. The provincial capital was his home. From birth to returning to the eighth year, Sangbai's main life was in the provincial capital. It can also be said that the provincial capital Yecheng is Sangbai's hometown.

If you just think about it, it doesn’t feel anything, but as the car gets closer and closer to the provincial capital, a unique feeling surges in Sangbai’s heart, a little bit like a little homesickness.

After the car passed the river and arrived at the center of Yecheng, he no longer recognized all the buildings, including the bus station. The original tall new bus station has no shadow yet, but a small low two-story western-style building surrounded by a square shape. There is a red five-pointed star on the gate tower, a standard revolutionary building.

After leaving the station, Sang Bai stood on the streets of Yecheng, a sense of strangeness that was never left, mixed with homesickness, mixed into an indescribable feeling, stacked on Sang Bai's heart.

By the way, Sang Bai bought a map in a small shop next to the bus station. After reading the Fuban Genius, he knew how to read the map and how to do the bus. He found out that the unit where his grandfather worked, so he took the bus all the way.

When the car threw Sangbai to the site at the factory dormitory entrance, Sangbai was a little hesitant again because the factory was so huge that it was completely different from his childhood memory.

Sangbai didn't know that the factory had not yet been sold out in the West Factory to engage in real estate. At this time, the factory was at the most glorious moment of its life. The things produced were not worried about selling, and there was no impression of being broken in his memory at all.

While walking towards the dormitory door, Sangbai looked at the current factory left and right.

When I saw the door, I looked in and gradually the smell came out, and some old shadows were found in Sang Bai's memory.

“Building 39, Unit 2!”

Sang Bai slowly touched it.

However, when Sang Bai stood in front of Building No. 39, he didn't dare to admit it, and the memory in his mind suddenly blurred again.

"Who are you looking for?"

Suddenly a childish voice rang in Sangbai's ears.

Sang Bai lowered his head and saw a girl about six or seven years old standing next to him. The girl was wearing two pigtails, wearing an old flower-like dress and a green skirt.

"Sang Yan, come here quickly and it's time for you to jump."

At this time, several girls next to him who were jumping on rubber bands shouted at the girl in front of Sang Bai.

"Your name is Sang Yan?"

Sanboqi Road.

"Yes!" the little girl nodded and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Sangbai!"

"Your surname is Sang? My name is Sang Yan"

The little girl's eyes widened. Apart from her family, she had never met a second person named Sang, and the person in front of her immediately aroused her interest.

Sang Bai asked, “Does Sang Hongwei live here?”

"You ask my dad?"

Sangbai asked, "Is it your dad?"

"Well, here we are the only family named Sang!" the little girl replied.

"Sister, sister! What are you doing?"

At this time, a four or five-year-old boy with a snot ran over and looked at Sanbai with a look of vigilance.

"What's your name?"

Sang Bai looked at the little boy's face, looked carefully and then, and found that he was exactly the same as the photos at home in the future.

But after thinking about it, Sang Bo looked at the little girl strangely. He didn't remember having an aunt. Then he thought that this might be because of the different spaces, and the characters might not be all exactly the same.

"My name is Sang Zhiguo."

"You should be kind to your son in the future, don't be heartless..."

After saying a few words, Sangbai suddenly felt a little boring.

He reached out and touched the little boy's forehead. Sangbai took out two peaches and distributed them to the little boy and the other to the little girl.
To be continued...