"Well." Wen Ruan smiled and said, "It's just very sweet, all over your body. Do you want to try it, husband?"

"Hiss~" Tang Song took a deep breath, "Why are you so hot today? It's broad daylight now!"

"There are even more burning things. You send me a video tonight. Will I tell you to watch it? I will stay at my classmate's house tonight. It's just a guest room, which is quite convenient."

"Damn it! You are... Ruanruan, please wait for me!"

Wen Ruan covered her mouth and chuckled, approached the microphone, and shouted in a very magnetic voice: "**, I'll wait for you."

...

Spring City.

A seating area in the restaurant.

Listening to the two words coming from the opposite side, Tang Song felt a sense of anger hitting his forehead, "It sounds nice, let's scream again."

"**." Today's big sister is extremely obedient.

In the past, I could only shout "Brother" in bed at most, but today this title has been directly upgraded.

For some reason, he had a intuition that his older sister is very excited.

I want to use this method to flirt with him and relieve my emotions.

The two of them just said a few trash words back and forth.

Wen Ruan smiled and said, "Okay, I'm going to have a meal too. I'm going to have a good time. I love you."

"I love you too."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Song sighed and his agitation could not calm down for a long time.

Although Wenshuo has always been very indulgent in bed, she still pays attention to her image under normal circumstances.

I suddenly came here like this today, and I couldn't stand it.

…

After lunch, I walked out of the restaurant.

Looking at the new Audi A6L parked in the parking space, Tang Jianying and Xu Feng were smiling.

Especially my father Tang Jianying, he was about to grin behind his ears.

Audi A6L is his real dream car, Bai Yueguang, who I loved when I was young.

It’s just because I can’t afford it, I can only occasionally enjoy my eyes.

Later, when I saw my former old colleague driving into this car, I felt so envious.

Now that his son has bought him the top-end A6L for full payment, it has fulfilled his dream.

Atmospheric and steady without losing fashion and elegance, the iconic Audi front face, matrix LED headlights…

The 3.0T V6 engine has a full 340 horsepower. Compared with the Chery QQ he is driving now, it is like a shotgun and cannon replacement.

It really makes you like it no matter how you look at it.

Looking back, you can gather with old classmates and colleagues more and discuss the configuration of the car with them.

When I got home, I took a break for a while.

My father pulled Tang Song around the town for a few more times, and excitedly chatted with him about how good the driving experience of the car was and how beautiful the interior was.

At 4 pm.

After Tang and Song said goodbye to their parents, they drove to the county town in Mercedes-Benz S-Class.

This time, in addition to having a showdown with his parents, the most important thing in Huijing County is to find a way to trigger the prop [Memory Light Feather].

It's time to check out your alma mater.

The First Middle School is located in the northeast corner of the county town and is a new area that the government focuses on developing.

Seven years ago, the surrounding area was a bit desolate, but now the community is full of businesses and is very lively.

Stop the car in the parking space on the side of the road.

The Tang and Song dynasties walked along the east-west street towards the south gate of Yizhong.

All the old shops printed in memory on the roadside have disappeared.

After graduating from high school, he has never been here.

For example, I have eaten cross-bridge rice noodles with Liu Qingning for 3 years, food stalls, and bibimbap...

Even the entire street has been rebuilt.

"Hello, master." Tang Song knocked on the door of the guard room and whispered: "I am a graduate of our No. 1 Middle School before. I want to go back to my alma mater. Can I take a look?"

As he spoke, he took out a box of Huazi from his pocket and handed it over.

The guard looked up and looked at him seriously, "Did you bring your ID card? Which class was from before?"

"Take it." Tang Song put his ID card on the table, "I graduated in 2016, in Class 3, our class teacher is called Li Gaisu."

"Oh~it's Teacher Li!" The guard took the cigarette with a smile, registered it on the form, and took out a QR code and put it on the table. "You are here too. Every winter and summer vacation, there will be a fixed time to open to alumni. This is the school's alumni group. You can add it. If you want to come here, ask it in advance."

"Okay, thank you." Tang Song took out his mobile phone and scanned the code to join the group chat.

Immediately afterwards, the access control slowly opened.

Tang Song thanked him and walked into the campus.

The clouds in the sky are like trunks, like cotton piled up randomly.

No. 1 Middle School is a fully enclosed high school, and it happened to be during the summer vacation. At first glance, the entire campus is particularly quiet.

There is only the sound of cicadas and the sound of birds floating among the red buildings.

Tang and Song dynasties walked along the tree-shaded road on campus, admiring the grass and trees that they hadn't cared about too much.

Laboratory building, playground, canteen, student apartment, library...

Looking around, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar environment around me, a feeling of loss of trance came to my heart.

I can't remember the details in many places, and I don't know if it has changed. I always feel that it is slander.

But some memories are particularly clear.

The hard writing in the classroom, the sweat on the playground, the queue for dinner in the cafeteria, and the late-night chat in the dormitory...

Of course, there is her.

She was wearing a school uniform and a high ponytail;

She waved to herself with a kettle;

She sat together to teach herself how to solve problems;

She stood in the corridor and smiled sweetly;

…

The black hard-soled leather shoes stepped on the somewhat old stairs, making a heavy "step" sound.

The second floor of the familiar teaching building, the familiar high school class 3.

Standing in the familiar corridor, passing through transparent windows.

You can see familiar classrooms, familiar tables and chairs, familiar curtains, familiar ceiling fans, and specious board newspapers.

Each place was like a key, opening the floodgates of his memory.

Scenes of the past flashed in front of your eyes.

Every frame is his youth that he cannot go back to.

Tang Song looked at the three rows near the south window.

It seemed as if she was sitting there, looking at him with her head tilted, smiling like a flower.

The sun shone through the gaps of the leaves, through the window, and landed on her hair, on the bridge of her nose, on her shoulders, on her long, dense eyelashes.

Then, his eyes looked at a position in the second to last row.

In addition to math problems, the draft paper there also has that extraordinary name and joy hidden in the heart.

"Puboo--"

Tang and Song dynasties seemed to have some awareness and looked upwards.

A piece of white feathers sank in the air, emitting a faint golden soft light, which is beautiful.

The light feather of memory slowly fell, causing layers of ripples in his clear pupils.

Tang Song stretched out his hand upwards and grabbed it with force.

"Crazy~~"

The torrent of youth is coming.

...
To be continued...