Chapter 150 Xia Qing, I'm Home

For a long time, Lin Xiaqing still stayed in the artistic conception of the song, and reminisced for a long time.

"Will you remember tomorrow?

The diary you wrote yesterday

Do you still think about tomorrow

You who used to cry the most..."

In just a few words of lyrics, Lin Xiaqing seemed to be pulled back to when he was in school.

In the picture, it seems that I am myself, sitting in the classroom on a sunny afternoon, secretly writing a diary, biting the pen, and thinking about the future like a fairy tale.

"Teachers can't remember

You who can't guess the problem

I also flipped pictures by accident

I just remembered you at the same table"

Every class seems to have the most beautiful female classmate, attracting the attention of the whole class, the question that cannot be guessed...

Isn't it just guesswork?

"Who married you who is so sentimental

who read your diary

who put your long hair up

Who made your wedding dress..."

Time flies, youth will always pass away, and people will always grow up.

And yourself, who would put up her long hair?

Lin Xiaqing had never heard such a beautiful campus song.

It is as if the sun shines on the heart, and it is like the rain and dew moisturizing the spring seedlings.

Sweet memories have the illusion of never waking up again.

Although it was a cappella, Lin Xiaqing knew that if this song was on the music charts, it would definitely be another hit.

Moreover, in front of this song, all songs about campus and youth will be overshadowed.

After a long time, Lin Xiaqing woke up from the mood of the song.

Looking at Chen Mo who was still driving, Lin Xiaqing's thousand words were turned into one sentence.

"Chen Mo, you have to be at the same table... Who is it?"

...

Chen Mo never imagined that you, who sang a song about the old wolf's tablemate to Lin Xia Qingqing just to pay homage to his high school life, finally put yourself in.

"Xia Qing, really, my tablemate is a man, his name is Wang Ning!"

"Really male?"

Lin Xiaqing couldn't believe it.

This guy is so handsome, how could he be a man at the same table?

"It's really a man. That guy went to Longjiang University of Science and Technology for the college entrance examination and is now in Bingcheng. If you don't believe it, we can ask when we leave."

Chen Mo had a headache.

Does the essence of this song have anything to do with whether your tablemate is male or female?

"But, if it's really a man, how did you write this song?"

"Empress Lin, haven't you heard that there is a word in this world called imagination?"

Chen Mo smiled helplessly.

How to write it?

I copied it! how to write...

Lin Xiaqing was still suspicious at the moment, and kept muttering in his heart, is he really a man? ? ?

imagination?

Knocked his head, whispered:

"Why can't I imagine it?"

Chen Mo looked aside and almost laughed out loud and said:

"Beauty, if you ate two less gluten pancakes just now, it is estimated that your imagination will be enriched."

Of the five tendon cakes, the woman actually ate four, and Chen Mo later filled two more before she was full.

"Chen Mo, what do you mean?"

Lin Xiaqing pouted, what's the situation?

"Do you think I ate too much?"

Just holding hands, do you think you have eaten too much?

If this is later...

How to do?

"Uh, no, I didn't mean that."

Knowing that he might have said something wrong, Chen Mo quickly denied it.

"That's not what you mean? What do you mean?"

"Uh...I mean...that...you must have been hungry just now, which led to your lack of imagination."

right!

Hungry leads to a lack of imagination.

"hungry?"

Lin Xiaqing shook his head and said doubtfully:

"Do you really mean that?"

Chen Mo quickly nodded and said:

"Yes, that's what I meant."

Seeing that Lin Xiaqing was still talking, Chen Mo looked out the window and continued:

"Look, that's Changchun Town. We're still ten kilometers away from the village."

...

This is it?

Lin Xiaqing, who was finally distracted, looked out the window. Sure enough, there was a small town not far away.

"It's a little late. My parents are still waiting at home. We won't go to the town today. We will take the road at the South Gate and go home directly."

Lin Xiaqing nodded, naturally no objection.

It was the first time she came to such a border town, and she was so curious when she saw everything outside the car window.

fifteen minutes later.

Chen Mo drove a car with Lin Xiaqing, a generation queen, and returned to the small village where he was born with a gift of half a car.

drop by drop...

Entering the entrance of the village, Chen Mo honked a few horns.

So that the villagers know that someone has returned.

This seems to be a tradition in the village. Only when people who live in this village drive back will they honk a few horns at the entrance of the village.

In order to remind passersby, passing vehicles generally only honk once or twice.

Only oneself can umm for a long time.

The village is very small. When Chen Mo came back during the Spring Festival last year, there were only 30 households with a population of less than 100 people.

In this village, many relatives of Chen Mo are there.

Fifth uncle, third uncle, cousin...

The cousin who grew up with Chen Mo when he was a child knew that Chen Mo arrived home today and came back from Qing City.

And Chen Mo's uncle and aunt, who are more than 20 people, came out of the house when they heard the horn.

Looking at the off-road vehicles slowly approaching the village head, they all looked around.

"Fuck! Auntie, Brother Mo came back with a big run!"

Chen Song was in the second-hand car business in Qingshi, and from a distance he could see that the car opposite was a Mercedes-Benz.

"Komatsu, how much is that car?"

The man in the lobby next to him asked.

"Big brother, that's a Mercedes-Benz GLS, at least one million!"

one million? !

The crowd couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Everyone knows that Chen Mo is very developed. He told his family that he had mailed 500,000 yuan a few days ago, but no one has seen what 500,000 yuan looks like.

But this million-dollar car is real.

While talking, Chen Mo's car had already driven to the door, parked the car, and Chen Mo got out of the driver's seat.

"Mom, I'm back!"

Chen Mo's mother stepped forward with tears in her eyes, hugged Chen Mo, and said:

"Oops, old son, you're back..."

"Mom...Mom, why are you crying, isn't it okay for me, okay?"

Comforting and comforting his mother, Chen Mo looked at his father and said:

"Dad, I'm back."

Chen's father was not as excited as Chen Mo's mother, he just said:

"Okay, just come back, come into the house."

Chen Mo nodded and looked at everyone.

"Auntie, second uncle, third master, fifth master, eldest brother, Xiao Song..."

"Well, Xiao Mo has a good chance!"

"Brother..."

"Mexico..."

After everyone greeted them one by one, Chen Mo's father was about to lead everyone into the house.

"Mom and dad, wait a minute, I have friends with me..."

Um?

Everyone was slightly surprised. Are there any friends here?

Because the privacy glass of Chen Mo's car is better, everyone pays attention to Chen Mo.

In addition, at four o'clock in the afternoon, in the north at the beginning of October, the sky was already dark, and everyone did not notice that there were still people in the car.

Chen Mo walked to the co-pilot, opened the door, and said:

"Xia Qing, you're home."