Chapter 117: Daily Life

Friends met halfway may be for a lifetime, or they may just be temporary fellow travelers.

After the big brothers made a noise and were happy in the square for a while, they asked Wang Yan: "What are your plans next? Are you coming with us?"

Wang Yan smiled and shook his head. These are all people with money, not worried about food and drink, and their wives and children also arrived yesterday.

Several people didn't force it; they were all passersby, all scenery, gathered together to say a few polite words and then broke up.

They happily scolded themselves for being idiots, pedaling their bicycles, swaying east and west, and disappeared.

If you really want to talk about gains, it is estimated that there is nothing, nothing more than seeing different scenery, different people, and walking different roads.

A network cable, knowing the world's affairs, everyone is a big expert, is a crouching dragon and a phoenix chick. Relatively speaking, it is not as good as looking at pictures on the Internet and meeting netizens; after all, nature does not PS.

But some things were left in the heart, unclear and undefined, that belongs to oneself. There is nothing special, but it is there, and it is very satisfying.

Those feelings and so on have nothing to do with Wang Yan. He pushed the car and found a place that didn't cause trouble, and put the bicycle down. Like an idiot, regardless of whether it was hot or not, he sat down lazily, leaned against the big saddlebag, closed his eyes, and basked in the sun. The sun in Sun City is really sufficient.

All thanks to the ability of the system's living father, although he is bearded and dirty at the moment, but after this journey, his skin is still very good, except for a little chapped, not black, not rough, and not peeling.

Before Wang Yan could enjoy it for long, the mobile phone in his pocket rang with the unique ringtone of WeChat, "ding, ding, ding".

He took out his phone and glanced at it; as expected, Wei Lan.

The video was connected, and Wei Lan's happy face appeared on the screen: "Hello, did I disturb you?"

This sentence is equivalent to: are you convenient? Are you okay? Are you busy? Ask with the result; as long as there is no worry or resentment, and the reputation is good, unless it is really urgent, the answer obtained is basically affirmative.

Wang Yan smiled: "No disturbance, I just arrived in Sun City, and I am bathing in the sun in Potala Palace Square."

"Haha, I also estimated that you should be almost there, so I videoed you."

Wei Lan was resting today. She knew Wang Yan arrived today after sending a message last night. According to her judgment of Wang Yan's itinerary, it was basically this time. So she videoed directly instead of sending a message. Because she had experience, Wang Yan usually replied to messages after a long time. Compared with her dealing with pursuers, or people who had nothing to do and flirted with her, she knew. One is that he really didn't see it, and the other is that he saw it and pretended not to see it, and replied when he was in the mood.

This sentence expresses a lot. Wang Yan switched the camera angle and changed the subject: "You've been here before, see if it has changed?"

Wei Lan leaned close to the screen: "It's okay, I went the year before last. Honestly, I really envy you, you don't have to work, you can go wherever you want."

Tactfully switching the angle to reveal his face, Wang Yan said: "Nothing, I'm quite happy every day, entertaining myself, there's nothing to envy."

"What's next? Do you have any plans?"

How to say they have known each other for several months, and they have talked a lot. Wei Lan knew Wang Yan's situation, so she didn't continue. She knew what Wang Yan meant by this; she was tired of repeating the same words. It was nothing more than having no fixed place to live and having nothing. She didn't care about these, otherwise she wouldn't have been rushing up even under Wang Yan's secret refusal; who isn't a little princess?

"I don't know yet, let's stroll around here for a while."

"Oh, okay."

Wang Yan nodded without speaking, looking at Wei Lan on the screen with a smile. She had a pair of beautiful, speaking eyes, and her eyes were full of what she wanted to say.

Seeing that he didn't mean to speak again, Wei Lan was silent for a moment and smiled: "Then that's it, the sun is so sufficient, don't bask in it, it's quite hot, and you'll get tanned. You're tired enough on this journey, hurry up and find a place to settle down."

"Okay."

Thousands of miles away in Lin'an, in an apartment, looking at the ruthlessly hung-up video call, Wei Lan, dressed in a wide short-sleeved shirt and small shorts, revealing big white legs, flew angrily onto the bed, slapped around, and greeted Wang Yan in her mouth.

"Wang Yan, you bastard."

"Ah... bastard, pissed me off."

People in the country all know the Northeast bastard; because of Wang Yan, she will occasionally pay attention to this and that in the Northeast. Now that she brushes short videos when she is bored, there are recommendations. At this moment, these four words best describe Wang Yan's image in her heart.

This is already her greatest courage; for more words, she is afraid of hearing a straightforward refusal, afraid that she cannot bear it.

She feels that her conditions are good; she doesn't say how amazing she looks, but she is also upper-middle, and this is without makeup; if she wears light makeup, isn't she much better looking than those enchanting bitches? Besides, she doesn't ask for this or that; you Wang Yan have nothing, and you are like this, what else do you want?

Whether it's suitable or not, whether it's affectionate or not, everyone is an adult, let's contact and see before making a conclusion. She, a woman, doesn't care about these, what is a big man afraid of? She really can't understand what this bastard, shrinking turtle, is thinking.

After being angry for a while, Wei Lan angrily rubbed her messy hair, smashed the bed twice, got up, and went to cook lunch.

Not long after, accompanied by the clanging sound of pots and pans, a singing voice that was just barely okay sounded.

"What else do you want me to do..."

"What do you want..."

Hanging up the video call, Wang Yan casually put his phone in his pocket, regardless of others' looks at him like an idiot, closed his eyes for a nap, and thought about things about Wei Lan in his mind.

After basking enough, Wang Yan got up and packed up, and as usual, found a hotel with an acceptable price and booked it for two days.

After packing up, he strolled around with his camera, "click, click, click" taking pictures everywhere blindly.

Potala Palace, Jokhang Temple, etc., all left his footprints.

After strolling for two days, Wang Yan set off again and set off for Namtso, 200 kilometers away from Sun City, which was also his last stop.

Actually, when he was halfway there, Wang Yan thought about pedaling all the way to the New Autonomous Region along G219, and then pedaling back to his hometown through Inner Mongolia. It's just that he had no experience, didn't know that he needed a border defense permit to go there, and he didn't have that thing; if he wanted to handle it, he had to return to the place of household registration. And if he took a detour, that was not his wish, so he just gave up.

Swaying to Namtso, strolling there for two days, he sold his bicycle and some equipment cheaply nearby. He took a car to Gongga and stayed for one day, looked at the Yarlung Zangbo River, and the next day took an early flight directly to Hangzhou.

Yes, Lin'an. When he left, he told Wei Lan that if there were no accidents, he would not go to Lin'an again. Now he gave himself a slap, because the accident came.

Just like he thought before, he always has to get married. His parents at home have been looking forward to it for a long time, and he can't be ignorant.

This girl Wei Lan, everything is good. She doesn't ask for anything from him, she is a person who lives a life, not bad.

As for affection or love, there is no such thing; he will never have it again until he dies. In fact, among millions of couples, how many are because of love? How many combined because of love have separated because they don't love? More, it is because of suitability.

For Wang Yan, except for those who are brain-damaged and vulgar, have no clear understanding of themselves, and cannot explain the truth, he is suitable for anyone. He can always pretend to like it very much, pretend for a lifetime, and will never let anyone see through it in this life, and that is enough.

He knows where the problem lies; it is the experience of more than a hundred years, nearly two hundred years, that created it. He is strong, but also soft. He has no youthful vigor at all, and he can't stand up.

Xiaoshan Airport, Wang Yan stood here for the nth time, with no joy or sorrow in his heart.

He got into a taxi at the exit, gave the driver an address, and drove toward Wei Lan's home.

The address was known when Wei Lan really didn't know what to say and found an excuse to let Wang Yan mail her local specialties...

Since he had made a decision, he didn't intend to leave. After mixing for so many years, he still had this bit of self-confidence.

Standing downstairs in the apartment Wei Lan rented, Wang Yan stretched and exercised his muscles, took out his phone, and called Wei Lan.

"Hello?"

Hearing the surprised voice on the opposite side, Wang Yan reflected on himself for a while, and then said: "I'm downstairs."

"Hmm. Hmm? You... what did you say? Downstairs? Didn't lie to me, right?"

"Of course not."

"Wait for me, I'll be down immediately."

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Wang Yan shook his head. Really speaking, Wei Lan's performance is not much different from a male lick-dog. How to say this feeling, it's not bad; it's no wonder that some women love to raise dogs.

Putting down the phone, Wei Lan was surprised and inexplicable, shouted happily, and jumped up in the room.

Yesterday she didn't contact Wang Yan; after all, it was unrequited love without results, and she also needed time to recover. Besides, they always chatted about all the topics, and the words were exhausted, so she could save up by being empty for a day.

She chatted the day before yesterday, but Wang Yan was still in Namtso at that time. Today he appeared downstairs in her house, and she knew what this meant.

It's just that it came a bit suddenly, and she wasn't prepared yet. However, forget it...

Wei Lan hurriedly found the set of clothes she thought looked best and changed into it; there was no time for makeup, she just simply smoothed her hair in front of the mirror, wiped light-colored lipstick with a rose flavor. Confirming that the state was okay, she finally clenched her fists and bent her arms at herself in the mirror, made a cheering gesture, put on white shoes, and ran out the door.

Taking the elevator to the first floor, Wei Lan stroked her thumping heart and walked out nervously.

Seeing the familiar back who was bored counting cars, Wei Lan shouted "Wang Yan", regardless of the dissatisfied eyes of the property staff in the lobby, and ran toward the person who turned around and made her think day and night.

Wang Yan smiled and walked forward, opened his arms, and hugged Wei Lan, who was straddling his waist.

Looking down at that face, looking at those moving eyes, Wei Lan, who was moved, couldn't help but lower her head and kiss...

This kiss didn't end until Wei Lan's face was flushed.

She didn't care about much, Wei Lan wiped her saliva, her eyes were like silk: "Let's go up..." After speaking, she lay on Wang Yan's shoulder with a blushing face.

Wang Yan hugged Wei Lan and walked into the elevator in the disgusted but envious eyes of the property staff.

The understanding of the past few months, the surprise of Wang Yan's sudden appearance, the surprise of Wei Lan's wish coming true, everything was a matter of course.

The only flaw was that although it was very tight when entering, there was no obstacle.

However, Wang Yan didn't care too much; after all, in modern society, the business of repair surgery is so hot, what kind of bicycle do you want.

Who doesn't have a story, as long as the story is not continued. ===== CHAPTER 118 =====