Or on the flat or rugged road, the beige-white-looking simple-looking RV drives quickly ahead.
The airflow brought by the vehicle and the wind converged, passing by the branches. The small window on the body of the car opened slightly, and there was a sound of plastic friction and collision from inside.
The brightly colored mini balloon man stood inside the window, swaying left and right by the blowing teeth and claws, sometimes flowing out of the window to embrace the wind, and then being hit back into the car by the wind.
Swaying in the wind with it, and the noisy music from the car.
The refreshing heavy metal rock music is played in the car speaker, spreading from the cockpit to the whole carriage.
At this time, Chi Xueyan is holding the steering wheel. He Qiao is sitting in the passenger seat next to him and looking at the map.
He and He Qiao took turns driving, about every two or three hours, so as not to be too tired.
Chi Xueyan didn't turn on the navigation. He looked at the road signs flashing by the roadside and asked the people around him, "Which way to turn at the next intersection?"
"To the right and get ready to get on the highway." He Qiao replied to him, "We will arrive at the high-speed service station in half an hour. It's time to refuel."
Chi Xueyan nodded gently. When the excellent performance RV passed the next intersection, it drifted around a beautiful corner and drove to the right.
Whether it's the music played by the speaker or the style of the vehicle, it's easy to distinguish who is driving at the moment.
For this self-driving trip in the spring, the two did not make a detailed route and schedule plan in advance.
He had just wanted to do it, but Chi Xueyan didn't think it was necessary.
Anyway, there is only one destination that must be visited. It is guaranteed that the last stop is there, and the rest is left to God.
The scenery changes along the way. Chi Xueyan will turn into the road that he thinks the scenery is more beautiful at any time, and He Qiao is responsible for ensuring that the general direction is right, and reminding him when he is close to the entrance to the city and the gas station, and decide whether to go there together.
So from the beginning, Chi Xueyan liked this trip.
This seems to be closer to the original meaning of travel.
For those who drive by car, the most common option is to drive all the way to the northwest, where the area is vast and the natural scenery is more colorful and magnificent.
But they are generally moving east, as their only sure destination is a temple in the southeastern city.
That's a place where Han Zhenzhen wanted Chi Xueyan to go for a long time.
One weekend in the sixth grade of primary school, he went on a trip to other places with his parents. There was a famous temple that was said to be very effective. Han Zhenzhen, who was keen on praying for Buddha and worshiping gods, thought that he would take an important exam soon, so he specially took him to the temple to pray.
Although to this day, Chi Xueyan does not understand what is worth praying for in the primary school entrance examination, it sounds more normal if it is changed to the middle school entrance examination or college entrance examination.
That day, his mother asked for an autograph for him, and the autograph that was solved had nothing to do with the test scores of primary school students.
The sign said that his fate was full of turms, and there would be a disaster in the end. It was a very fierce sign.
Han Zhenzhen was shocked by this. The primary school entrance examination suddenly became unimportant. From then on, she no longer bothered the Bodhisattva for his studies. She had more concern.
Later, she kept looking for various fortune-tellers, and finally came up with a more detailed foreshadowing: in love, she was willing to act alone, which eventually led to disaster.
Therefore, since Chi Xueyan's middle school days, she has paid special attention to her son's emotional dynamics until he graduated from college and worked.
Seeing that the time for ordinary people to fall in love and get married is getting closer and closer, maybe one day he will suddenly bring back a person who doesn't know the details. Han Zhenzhen, who was worried, simply discussed to arrange a blind date for him.
She didn't want her son, who was originally arrogant, to act alone, and she didn't want to force him to be with someone she didn't like, so she had to come up with this moderate and naive idea.
When Chi Xueyan's blind date failed for the tenth time, Han Zhenzhen quietly went to the temple again.
The temple that gave the original foreshadowing of his son's fate.
She knelt on the futon and earnestly prayed to the Bodhisattva: she hoped that among the blind dates she thought was very good, there would be people whose son would like.
The purpose of most people's blind dates is to find a marriage that matches the conditions, but she hopes that her son will meet true and pure love.
Even if this possibility seems too small.
And on the eleventh blind date, Chi Xueyan actually met.
Therefore, after the wedding of the two, Han Zhenzhen has always wanted Chi Xueyan to go to the temple to repay his wish, but he didn't find the right opportunity.
Now I'm planning a honeymoon trip, and I'm with Heqiao. It's great to take time on the road.
He Qiao did not refuse the proposal, nor did Chi Xueyan.
He still remembers that when he went there in elementary school, it was also in spring. The inside and outside of the temple were full of hydrangea flowers, and the green branches and leaves were decorated with dense flowers, which intersected with the simple and solemn buildings, a kind of dreamy beauty.
Therefore, he reluctantly tolerated his mother's superstitious behavior of going in to help him take the primary school entrance examination. After all, the scenery was so beautiful that he could wait outside.
More than ten years ago, when he was young, he stood by the wall of the courtyard and looked up at the flowers in the spring for a long time.
More than ten years later, when he grew up, he let go of the steering wheel and looked down at the people around him unfastening his seat belts for him.
Fate turned a corner in the fragrant smell.
Chi Xueyan thought that He Qiao should also like those hydrangeas.
The car door closed, He Qiao went aside to get the refueling gun, and Chi Xueyan lifted the fuel tank cap and waited for him to come over.
After refueling, the two had a simple lunch at the service station.
The taste of lunch was average. Chi Xueyan finished eating grass and thought that he could go camping and barbecue in the forest at night. So when he couldn't wait to get on the bus and drive to the next stop, he found that He Qiao was looking intently in a certain direction.
He followed He Qiao's line of sight and saw a couple quarreling.
It seemed that there was a conflict on the road, and the noise was quite fierce. Many guests who ate or rested here were secretly watching.
Chi Xueyan listened to a few words and quickly withdrew her gaze.
He is not interested in this kind of quarrel that turns over and over again like a wall, which is not as good as a TV program that writes a wonderful script in advance.
On the contrary, He Qiao, who is watching the excitement in front of him, is more interesting.
At first glance, it seems to be very unexpected.
However, Chi Xueyan thought of Sheng Xiaoyue, a deep fan of soap operas, and the short gossip in the parents who had not stopped during the Spring Festival, felt that it was very reasonable.
If his mother also likes to watch soap operas at eight o'clock every night, he will probably be forced to get used to watching this kind of excitement, and even experience some fun from it.
A moment later, He Qiao noticed his gaze, withdrew his mind, and took the initiative to ask, "Do you want to leave?"
The couple not far away are still quarreling, and the battle situation is getting worse and worse, and it has escalated to find the police.
Chi Xueyan saw that He Qiao didn't seem to care about it at all. Instead of looking more and more at the direction of increasing movement, he stared at himself without distraction.
There was an uncontrollable smile in his eyes.
"I'll leave later." Chi Xueyan said, "I want to watch the excitement."
Then, they sat in the service station and watched the couple quarrel for half an hour with many good people.
During this period, he roared eight times, slammed the car door five times, squatted on the ground and cried three times, and called the police twice.
Chi Xueyan, who was sleepy, didn't remember what they quarreled about at all. She relied on counting for the big scene to drive away sleepiness.
Until the police really arrived, the couple's voice became quieter in an instant, indicating the end of the excitement.
The crowd who stopped for this gradually dispersed, and Chi Xueyan also returned to the car with He Qiao.
After half an hour, which was both short and long, his only thought was that there should never be such a fierce quarrel between him and He Qiao.
A long time ago, Chi Xueyan believed in front of her parents, and they never quarreled.
Now it seems that this lie may come true.
Because He Qiao, who fell in love with him, did not reject him again, would not reject any of his requests, and would follow all his likes and dislikes.
Whether it's a small hobby that can be dissed-or something more unbearable.
It is a kind of love dominated by reason and restraint.
Chi Xueyan actually doesn't know whether this is a good thing.
He has never experienced love in a narrow sense before, and he has no corresponding experience.
But in a wider range of love, he often has conflicts with his parents and also has unpleasant experiences with his good friends.
Chi Xueyan just doesn't like to waste time quarreling with people. It's better to do it than to say it, but it doesn't reject those negative-sounding moments in every relationship.
Instead, he felt that it would make the relationship more complete.
He learned to make some simple desserts because he wanted to coax his angry parents.
When making desserts and telling fairy tales, observing the expressions of parents in the reflection of the glass window, watching them change from angry to unable to angry, as if it is also a special beauty.
Not to mention disputes and reconciliations with friends, it is itself a part of enhancing mutual understanding and breasinging relationships.
Chi Xueyan has seen everyone close to her angry or sad, but she has never seen He Qiao.
He is always gentle in front of himself.
Like the tenderness of a shell finally embracing pearls.
And the cold and hard shell should have another side.
Everyone should have a different side.
After coming out of the service station, the next train is to drive to Heqiao.
The pool snow flame in the co-driver's seat became more and more sleepy, so he returned to a more comfortable carriage and leaned on the edge of the bed and looked at the scenery flying backwards.
In a crowded and warm home, he imagined the other side of the shell and fell asleep unconsciously.
When I woke up again, the car was parked next to a special camping base.
Chi Xueyan was covered with a soft blanket. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, opened the curtains casually, and saw other touring cars parked next to him, people walking back and forth, and the boundless dark green forest.
The light outside is a kind of warm gold brewing from the dusk, quietly pouring in along the narrow gap opened by him and falling quietly on another figure.
He Qiao closed the refrigerator door very gently, put the barbecue ingredients purchased in advance in the morning on the kitchen table, opened the packaging bag, and waited for them to thaw.
Chi Xueyan, who woke up, held a blanket and looked at the warm golden light lingering on his familiar face, outlining clear and unforgettable lines.
This is a fully functional and very small home.
It's so close that it seems that we can touch each other's hearts with our hands.
He Qiao, who was preparing for the barbecue, seemed to see a sense of it and looked at his eyes: "Are you hungry?"
He saw Chi Xueyan shake his head first and then nodded.
Then, Chi Xueyan lifted the blanket and got up. She took the initiative to help him get things. At the same time, he asked, "Let's get out of the car together."
The dusk in the forest is getting stronger and stronger, and the fragrance of food is also floating in the wind.
The barbecue work is taken over by He Qiao, and Chi Xueyan is taking pictures with a camera.
He took a picture of the child in the strange family next door who was giggling with a snot, the moment when the sunset kissed the top of the tree, and the green pepper skewers that He Qiao accidentally burned and silently threw into the trash can.
At the same time, He Qiao felt that Chi Xueyan seemed to be looking for something.
He wandered around and met all kinds of wild animals from time to time, so when he came back, he asked thoughtfully, "Are you afraid of insects?"
"..." He Qiao replied truthfully, "I'm not afraid."
"Then reach out."
He Qiao had noticed that he seemed to be holding something in his palm, and still stretched out his hand as he said.
In the middle of his palm spread to his lover, something green immediately fell, with small thorns on the surface.
It is easy to be mistaken for a caterpillar.
But it's not a real bug.
At the first time He Qiao touched it, he found that it was just a plant that looked like a worm, called Cang'er.
But he reflexively withdrew his hand.
Chi Xueyan looked at the blue ear falling straight into the grass and couldn't help laughing: "Aren't you afraid?"
It is rare for him to capture a trace of more real uneasiness in his always gentle and calm lover.
But the next second, he heard the other party's almost subconscious answer.
"I'm not afraid of insects, but I'm afraid of thorny plants." He Qiao said, "Because I was stabbed by a cactus when I was a child."
The moment the words fell, the two of them were stunned at the same time.
Chi Xueyan reacted first. He looked away from He Qiao and looked at his ears, which were the same color as the green grass, and said in the usual tone: "I remember that I won't take you to the desert in the future."
After a while, He Qiao responded, "You can go. It doesn't main if you don't get close to the cactus."
There is no extra emotion in his voice.
It seems that we are just simply discussing the travel destinations we are going to in the future.
The aroma of barbecue in the air is getting stronger and stronger.
Night fell, and all kinds of lights were lit in the camp, and the atmosphere was warm and comfortable.
During the dinner chat, both of them tacitly did not talk about the problem: which Heqiao was the child of the cactus who was stabbed by the cactus.
Is He Qiao really just the same name as the person in the book and was born on the same day?
Chi Xueyan thought that this question, which he had already guessed as an outsider, was now inevitably noticed by the person concerned.
In the foggy forest, it gradually rained with a fresh smell.
The late night is about to be enveloped by sleep, so it is stained with a damp smell.
The white fingertips gently lifted the edge of the curtain again.
In the faint sound of rain, Chi Xueyan saw the rain constantly hitting the tents set up in the camp outside. Raindrops flowed down on the outside of the window glass, and a thin layer of white fog was covered on the inside.
On such a night, it has become a particularly happy thing to be in a comfortable RV.
At least it's more like a home that can shelter from the wind and rain.
There are warm beds and quilts at home, as well as the arms of my lover.
But today's embrace is not what Chi Xueyan took the initiative to ask for.
The arm around his body was also harder than in the past, with a kind of stubborn and careful cherishment.
A moment later, Chi Xueyan, who was tired of seeing the rain, loosened the curtains, turned over, and turned his eyes to the people around him.
He saw the beautiful side lines of his face as always, and also saw more silence than usual.
He didn't know what He Qiao was thinking now.
Maybe I'm thinking about who I am, maybe I'm thinking about who the love I have at this moment belongs to, maybe I'm thinking about more complicated and indistingusting things.
He couldn't figure it out and didn't plan to ask, but suddenly he really wanted to chat with He Qiao.
Talk about cactus.
"Can I raise cactus on the balcony at home?"
"Yes."
"Are you afraid when you hear the word cactus?"
"No."
"What if I say a cactus before I say good night to you every day?"
"..."
Hearing this bizarre idea, He Qiao finally withdrew his thoughts and looked sideways at him.
He saw Chi Xueyan's eyes shining brightly by the light, and something very soft was flashing in them.
"There are also thorns on the branches of roses. Why are you not afraid of roses, but like this flower best?"
"That's different."
"What's the difference?"
He Qiao thought for a while before giving the answer: "Because the roses are beautiful."
The person with a hair color similar to a rose said, "I think so. Anyway, I will stab my hand when I meet it."
Chi Xueyan suddenly got closer to him. The crimson hair brushed his jaw, roses bloomed on his chest, and their hearts seemed to be close together.
The sound of rain outside the car was pouring. When He Qiao lowered his head slightly and went to kiss the forehead of the person in his arms, he heard his hazy voice.
"But it doesn't matter if you think it's different."
"Whether it's the same or not, I like this you."
The person who was kissed whispered, "You are afraid of cacti, but you like roses."