The rainy night passed, and the morning rising in the forest looked more mally, like clouds steaming and glowing.
After experiencing the taste of RV camping in the quiet forest, Chi Xueyan decided to go to the city next.
Go to the bustling city with opposite scenery.
Different cities have different appearances. The RVs go all the way, occasionally stop to choose, and finally choose an international metropolis with both developed and poor.
The magnificent high-rise buildings are stretched out, and the colorful lights seem to never go out at night. The elite in suits and leather shoes walked into the building with a briefcase, and the leather shoes made a crisp sound.
And the street is the pigeon building, which is unusually crowded. The building is full of dense windows. People with tight living hurried through the narrow alley, and above their heads are winding black wires like dark clouds.
Chi Xueyan and He Qiao have been here before, but this time they have a different perspective.
It's not the indulgence of rich people, nor the people's appment of ordinary people.
It is a completely unexpected perspective before.
The square located on the coast is wide, with a strong spring breeze, long embankments and trails are crowded and bustling, and there are citizens, tourists and merchants everywhere.
In the place where vehicles gather and park, there is a beige rectangular RV parked, which is looked at by passers-by from time to time.
The little girl who was brought out by her family to play looked back at it step by step, and finally stopped after thinking about it.
"It's a rich ice cream car, right?" She cheered, "I want to eat ice cream!"
It was a mobile ice cream truck that was common in the early locals.
Hearing this, the mother beside her took a careful look: "No, there is no signboard, and it's not red. This is an ordinary RV."
"There is red!" The little girl pointed to the mini balloon man floating around in the window and said firmly, "Besides, it must be a store with this thing. If you don't sell ice cream, you will also sell other things!"
Despite her mother's obstruction, she ran over curiously and knocked on the window on the car body on her feet.
As soon as the window opened, she immediately asked in a whisper, "Hello, do you sell ice cream here? When will the door open?"
When the words fell, the little girl found that the big brother in front of her was particularly beautiful.
It's not like other uncles who sell ice cream.
It's just that the expression looks a little complicated.
Chi Xueyan:...
This is the third person who came to ask about ice cream at noon today.
If I had known, I wouldn't have parked my car here.
In the morning, he and Heqiao wandered around. After lunch, they planned to go back to the car to rest for a while, and then go to other scenic spots.
As a result, before the two fell asleep, they got up and opened the window several times in a row.
When he and He Qiao chose a RV, they didn't expect this one, so they simply chose a simple and refreshing one.
Who knew that there was such a special scenery as a mobile ice cream truck here by mistake.
When Chi Xueyan sent the children away, he closed the window after hearing the apology. When he looked back, he saw He Qiao sitting at the table, bowing his head and writing something.
He came over and saw that it was a note.
It is written in clear and powerful font: I don't sell ice cream.
Before He Qiao was ready to go to the window sticker, Chi Xueyan took his pen and added a very eye-catching exclamation mark at the end.
He Qiao looked at the exclamation mark, which showed his mood, smiled, and bent down to get out of the car.
He pasted the note and smoothed it out, reminding his lover who was still sitting by the window: "Now you can take a lunch break."
The habit of working days makes Chi Xueyan sleepy after lunch every day, and he needs a lunch break.
The man in the window held his cheek lazily, and his eyes went over his shoulders and looked further away.
"I can't sleep. Let's see if this note is useful."
He Qiao went back to the car and sat beside him.
He didn't have the habit of taking a lunch break, but just accompanied Chi Xueyan.
Now, he is watching the scenery outside the window with Chi Xueyan.
The high-rise building on the other side of the square is equipped with a large LED screen, which is playing major local news in recent days.
After the window is opened, more people look at the RV.
In particular, there are two people guarding by the window, which seems to be doing business.
Chi Xueyan watched them come over excitedly and was about to open her mouth. At the moment when she saw the words on the note by the window, she forcibly withdrew what she wanted to say, turned around and walked away silently.
It's quite fun.
He admired the similar and different reactions of passers-by for a while, and then looked sideways at Heqiao.
He Qiao didn't have such bad taste, but was watching the news on the big screen of the high-rise building in the distance.
It seems to be very intracent.
So he also focused on the people who were watching the news.
It was not until the current political news came to an end that He Qiao noticed the gaze staring at him.
When the four looked at each other, Chi Xueyan asked him with interest, "What is the most impressive news in your memory?"
He Qiao thought for a moment: "All memories?"
He remembers some news in the book world that only happened after the death of "Heqiao".
Although he didn't know why he knew these incoherent fragments.
Chi Xueyan nodded: "Including future news, as long as it is not about the end of the world."
"There is no end." He Qiao smiled, "The news that impressed me the most is a love story."
Chi Xueyan waited quietly for him to continue.
"There are two news before and after, both of which happened in the same place. It is far from the land and has several remote islands with closed locations and difficult conditions."
"The first news was that someone happened to visit and found that on one of the smallest islands, there was a simple man-made bridge connecting to the larger island next to it."
"The special thing is that it was an old man in his seventies who built the bridge, because as he got older, his wife became increasingly inconvenient and in poor health to take a boat, so he spent several years to build a bridge alone."
Speaking of this, He Qiao paused for a moment before continuing to speak.
The memory of "Heqiao" is in the front, and the origin of the back is unknown.
"The second news happened a year later, on the remote island that was rarely heard of. Because the bridge is famous, tourists come to admire the fame every day. As a result, the local economy has developed, and some companies want to invest in the construction of a cross-sea bridge."
"It's not just a bridge connecting islands, but also connecting all islands to a richer and more prosperous land."
A better and broader future.
After He Qiao finished talking about the news in his memory, his tone was a little uncertain: "It should be a love story, right?"
Chi Xueyan's focus is different from his.
The most impressive news is about the bridge.
So Chi Xueyan raised his eyebrows slightly: "He Qiao, Qiao, isn't you a little narcissistic?"
He Qiao realized this with his hinds and couldn't help laughing.
"It's okay, a little bit."
The words gradually dissipated in the air.
The next piece of news was played on the screen of a high-rise building in the distance.
Passers-by who were fascinated by the appearance of the RV and the open windows came and went.
After a brief silence that both of them knew the reason, Chi Xueyan first said, "Will there be that simple bridge in this world?"
"According to the time mentioned in the news, it should be almost completed now."
After He Qiao answered, he asked him, "Do you want to see it?"
In a novel about the love-hate entanglement of several protagonists, there should not be such distant news that has nothing to do with the protagonist, and there should not be too many trivial and unnecessary details.
This is a point that He Qiao had been subconsciously ignoring before he suddenly remembered the cactus full of thorns.
Now that I think about it, these vague memories are not like random fictional novels, but like a real life.
If this bridge really exists.
Because there is no God in life who can reveal the only truth, doubts can only accumulate more and more in the heart.
Until at some ordinary moment, perhaps because I saw a romantic comedy with laughter and tears, or perhaps because I saw an inconspicuous simple bridge, the answer that I secretly doubted completely crushed the originally swaying balance and decided the only truth I wanted to believe.
Chi Xueyan's answer was still very straightforward: "I don't want to go."
Then, he asked He Qiao for advice: "Do you want to go?"
A moment later, He Qiao responded, "I don't want to."
And he didn't look directly at Chi Xueyan when he spoke, but fixedly looked at the balloon man fluttering at the window.
Chi Xueyan looked at him for a while and suddenly asked, "Do you want to learn to make ice cream?"
In the sudden jump topic, He Qiao looked at him again with an unexpected face.
A day later, the beige RV, which had circled in the bustling city, was parked in the same place.
On the note next to the window of the car body, there is a randomly torn notch on the left, which is in sharp contrast with the beautiful and neat font.
The five words became four words, plus an eye-catching exclamation mark.
[Sell ice cream!]
The nameless ice cream truck soon welcomed the first guest.
The little boy who passed by here when he was picked up by his father after school on Monday evening.
Dad stood on the side of the road to answer the phone and gave the change to his son to buy it by himself.
The primary school student with his schoolbag walked to the car, glanced at the note by the window, and confirmed that it was an ice cream truck. After looking around, he asked in a low voice, "What flavors of ice cream are there?"
He didn't find the billboard indicating the type and price of the goods.
The big brother with black hair in the window answered him, "There is only one flavor every day."
"So what's the taste today?"
Another big brother with red hair leaned against the table with the ice cream machine and said seriously, "It smells like cactus today."
The little boy was stunned and was sure that he had heard it right. Then he stared wide in shock: "Ah?"
The red-haired young man smiled and said, "I'm lying to you, it's vanilla flavor."
The man beside him also smiled and picked up a crispy cone to pick up the ice cream.
A minute later, the little boy returned to his father with a heavy sweet cone.
Dad, who had just hung up the phone, asked him casually, "What flavor did you buy?"
"Cactus smell."
Dad was also stunned and stared wide-eyed: "Ah? What's the smell?"
The little boy was dumbfounded and said, "I'm lying to you, it's vanilla flavor."
As a result, he shook his hand with joy, and the ice cream ball fell to the ground.
Another minute later, the window of the ice cream truck welcomed two guests, one large and one small.
"I want two cacti... No, vanilla-flavored ice cream."
On the way home, the father and son, each with a sweet cone, thought that the ice cream was delicious.
And I don't know why, but I always feel different from the common vanilla flavor.
It seems to faintly taste like a cactus.
Although no one knows what cactus tastes like.
After school on Tuesday, the little boy carrying a schoolbag and his father, who often answered work calls, passed by here again.
The balloon man continued to fly wildly in the wind. The note by the window became shorter, and the word "selling" disappeared, leaving only three words plus a punctuation mark.
[Ice cream!]
They also bought two ice creams.
After stoing for a while this time, the little boy saw other customers quietly taking pictures.
Maybe it's because the two big brothers are very handsome, and the name of the ice cream is too strange.
Today's ice cream is matcha flavored.
Although the red-haired brother said it smelled like Christmas trees.
...What does the Christmas tree smell like?
Never mind, just take it as the taste of matcha.
On Friday evening, the little boy, who finally welcomed the weekend, came here again, with a particularly light pace.
The note posted on the window has been torn to only a big exclamation mark.
"What flavor of ice cream is it today?"
"Rose flavor." The big brother, who also has a rose-colored hair, said, "It's the last day of business. I'll treat you to it for free."
He politely said thank you, took the pink cone on his feet, and tasted it carefully.
It turned out to be strawberry flavor.
The taste is sweet.
But he felt a trace of loss inexplicably.
"Are you going somewhere else tomorrow?" He asked, "Is it far from here?"
If it's not far, he wants his father to continue to take him to buy it.
The big brother with black hair carefully handed him a tissue and spoke in a gentle tone: "In another city, far away from here."
People around him asked him casually, "How far is it?"
"One thousand four hundred gong."
"It has to be driven all day in a row." He calculated, "I'm so tired. I'd better find two more places to rest in the middle."
"Okay." The other party responded, "I'll check the car later."
"Remember to check the engine carefully. I seem to hear abnormal noise in the morning..."
The little boy listened to their chat while eating strawberry ice cream.
It is a strange and fresh world for him, which belongs to adults.
He is still ten years away from becoming an adult who can take the driver's license exam.
It sounds as far as 1,400 ki.
I really want to grow up soon.
After Chi Xueyan finished talking to He Qiao, she turned her head and looked over, and saw the longing in the little boy's expression.
He likes this kind of hopeful sne.
So he took the initiative to chat with the people outside the window: "I'm going to see hydrangeas in that city."
The little boy knew this kind of flower and asked curiously, "Do you want to make hydrangea-flavored ice cream?"
Chi Xueyan answered him seriously, "Don't do it. There is no such tutorial on the Internet."
It turned out to be done according to the online tutorial.
No wonder they don't sell real cactus flavor and Christmas tree flavor ice cream.
So the little boy nodded and enthusiastically gave advice: "It can be made with blueberry flavor, and then call it hydrangea flavor."
The hydrangeas he has seen seem to be blue-purple.
The naming style of the balloon man ice cream car has been figured out by him, and the two owners of the ice cream car laughed at the same time.
The laughter dissipated in the wind, as if even the dancing balloon man was laughing at him.
The calm-tempered elder brother told him, "There are many colors of hydrangea, not just purple."
The big brother, who looks ostentious, asked him, "There is a kind of hydrangea that can bloom from spring to autumn. Guess what its name is?"
This is all new knowledge that the little boy doesn't know. He shook his head honestly: "I can't guess what it is?"
"It's called Endless Summer."
Chi Xueyan said, finding a stack of things from the table and handing it over: "This is a gift for the first and last guests."
The little boy took it in surprise.
It's five small pieces of paper that are torn crookedly, each with words written on it.
They are: no, sell, ice, cream, cream.
He remembered that when he came here on the first day, he saw "selling ice cream!"
At this moment, the words torn by day by day are lying in the palm of his hand, and the exclamation mark is still hanging by the window of the balloon man flying.
I didn't expect that there was a word "no" at the front.
Isn't this an ice cream truck?
The little boy looked at them standing side by side in the window in a daze, and suddenly felt that his heart was filled with an indescribable feeling.
It seemed to see a paper plane flying far away in the sky, almost bordering the clouds at a high place, wandering lightly in the wind, and never falling.
He subconsciously squeezed the shoulder strap of the schoolbag. He had not yet clarified the emotion that was too complicated for him today, and heard the beautiful voice of the big brother.
"Goodbye, although we won't see each other again."
The owner of the ice cream car said goodbye to the strange and familiar little guest, and then looked at the companions beside him, with a clear smile in his voice.
"When you grow up, remember to go to the spring to see the endless summer."