Chapter 19 18. If the burning sensation can be warmed

I don’t know how long I’ve been driving, but buses parked on the side of the road began to appear one after another in front of me, and more and more buses gathered, the tour guide’s mood became anxious, and he kept mumbling something, and sure enough, he was about to drive to the entrance of the national highway At that time, I couldn't walk anymore, and many buses were parked on the side of the road in a haphazard manner. Road closed. The road ahead is a mess, there are not many tourists’ cars, most of them are a kind of local Tata cars, the models are huge, the bodies are painted gaudyly, and some cars are even equipped with colored lights, these cars completely block the road In fact, the driver is still sitting in the car and honking the horn. The horn is also full of evil spirits, and can play seven or eight tones. There is a big river beside the road, and there are tata cars in front of the road. Body after body, like a large mural In front of us, we have nothing to rush and nothing to hide.

"Just say we have to leave quickly! You won't listen! We can't leave now!" The tour guide looked back at Wang Can with a distraught expression. Wang Can looked calm: "Oh, we're late, so we can't leave. Why are the cars in front of us parked here? Are we walking the birds or having a picnic?" "If I leave earlier, I can leave." The tour guide still feels uneasy. "If I don't come, you still can't earn my money. Why are there so many assumptions?..." "Excuse me." I interrupted the tour guide Wang Cancho, "How long will this road be closed?"

"Not necessarily." The tour guide replied me with a sullen face, "It usually takes at least a day, because there may be a scene of riots ahead, and they won't disperse until the evening, and the road will always be blocked." "Okay, thank you." I picked up my bag and prepared to get out of the car, but Wang Can held me down again: "Where are you going?" "I have to go. Cars are not allowed to pass by, and people can't stop me, right? I'll go through by myself." Wang Can pulled my backpack and threw it beside him: "Don't mess around Cheng Tianshuang, go through it by yourself? Do you think you can be invisible? I don't know what it looks like in front of others. You are neither salty nor salty. Strolling around in the past, don’t you hate it? Looking back, if there is a group of chicken thieves who arrest you, kidnap you, record a video and post it on the Internet, and ask the Chinese government to provide fire support, you are not adding to the country. Trouble?..."

The tour guide looked at Wang Can with an unbelievable expression: "We don't do this kind of thing in Nepal!..." "I didn't talk to you." Wang Can didn't even look at the tour guide, but just stretched out his hand and turned the tour guide's head away. "I have to hand in the manuscript before four o'clock today. The computer is running out of battery, and I haven't written a word yet." "Hi!" Wang Can patted me on the shoulder carelessly, "Isn't that the reason? Jumping out of the car is also for this reason? I'll take you to find a place, that's all!"

Wang Can leaned forward and approached the tour guide: "Take us to a hotel, or a restaurant, as long as there is an internet connection, hurry up." "There is no such place." The tour guide didn't look back this time, but expressed his anger in a rough tone. Wang Can leaned over, put one hand on the tour guide's shoulder, and touched his head with the other, leaning his face next to her: "Are you acting like a spoiled child to me?" The tour guide stared blankly at Wang Can, unable to answer the question, so Wang Can took out his wallet from his trouser pocket and handed it over: "I'll give you some extra money, okay?"

The tour guide pushed Wang Can's wallet away with a bad face: "It's not about the money, or there is no such place." "Stop getting emotional." Wang Can took out a few 1,000-yuan coins from his wallet. "If you just wait here, I won't pay you overtime." The driver and the tour guide stared at the money in Wang Can's hand, looked at it, but neither took it nor spoke. "OK, I understand..." Wang Can took out two more coins and put them in his hands. "Can I go?" The tour guide took the money and explained to the driver in Nepali. The car started again, turned around, and drove in the direction it came from. The tour guide turned to Wang Can and said, "It's not for money, do you understand? Because you are a guest, so I have to make you happy."

"Understood, you are the most considerate." Wang Can pulled his body back forcefully. The car drove up a mountain path, the rain gradually subsided, the path was very narrow, the roadside scenery was very eye-catching, the trees were washed by the rain, but compared to the softness and pleasantness of the scenery, the road condition of this path was It was much more magnificent. Wang Can and I were bumped up countless times, and then fell like free-falling bodies, sometimes even bumping into each other in mid-air. "Look! Cheng Tianshuang! Now it's obvious that our car doesn't have a roof!" Wang Can was dizzy, but still found time to shout at me, "If there was a roof, I would have been knocked out of my head! "

Looking at Wang Can who was thrown up and down by the road, a sentence suddenly came to my mind, which was the beginning of a novel: "A happy smile is caused by a good digestive system." God didn't give Wang Can a brain that works stably, but it must have given Wang Can a superb set of duodenum. If Wang Can's digestive system is taken out from the stomach, it must be slippery and shining perfectly. If the light is put into the river, it will probably be able to swim a hundred meters away in no time. After bumping for a long time, when we were about to fall apart, we finally found a small service station on the mountainside, with oil drums and a small room next to it, where we could eat something, but there was no one in the service station, we waited After a long time, an old man finally came out, with wary eyes, trembling towards us, holding a stick in his hand, but with his attack speed, it is estimated that we ran down the mountain, and he has not moved to the door.

The tour guide hurried forward to explain. We silently watched the old man's face soften. After discussing for a long time, the tour guide conveyed the old man's general idea: we can stay here. There is electricity, no internet, no food. He will sleep in the back. Don't make too much noise, and you have to pay for electricity, which is based on the price of gas. If you run out, get out of here. After listening to Wang Can, I was worried that he would be in a hurry, but I didn't expect him to have a moved expression on his face: "It's so kind, my dad usually talks to me like this." I just ate quickly, and quickly moved away from my eyes after eating, 'This old man is simply my father in Nepal!"

After connecting the power supply, I seized the time to start typing, and glanced at Wang Can from the corner of my eye. I saw him swaying around, teasing the wild dogs on the side of the road for a while. After being chased by wild dogs for a long time, I finally got rid of them, and then Squatting on the side of the road, we used our only half bottle of mineral water to irrigate a bunch of dry weeds on the side of the road, which caused the tour guide to scold me for a while. Finally, he leaned close to me and asked me: "Hey , Cheng Tianshuang..." "Don't talk to me, I'm busy." I buried my head in typing and interrupted him without raising my head.

"It's really enough to tear down the bridge across the river, who brought you here?" I thought about it too, so I had no choice but to look up at him: "What are you doing?" "It's okay." Wang Can paused in front of me, "I just wanted to ask you, what happened to you just now? Why did you jump out of the car after staying well?" I bowed my head and continued typing: "Forced." "Forced by me?" Although I don't know what I'm writing, I still keep typing. "Being forced by money." "You are in a hurry, what are you going to write?" As Wang Can said, he leaned behind me and looked at my screen. I wanted to stop him, but before he had time, he had already read it out loud: "...'Rongku ups and downs are just queuing,' this kind of The truth of life, you can comfort yourself at any time, but when you wait in line for a delicious meal, this kind of truth is meaningless. I can spend a month waiting for a seasonal Alaskan snow Crab legs can also fly 4,000 kilometers to Nepal, just to eat a bowl of fried noodles that is enough to be called a national beauty. The process of life is irreversible, and prosperity and decline have long been doomed. At all costs, use the most beautiful food to please myself, this process, I can reverse..." Wang Can couldn't read any more after reading this, so he knelt down beside me slowly and looked at me. "Hey, you're in such a hurry just to write about these things? I still think you're a war correspondent, rushing to report the scene of the riot." I raised my head and gave him a white look: "I didn't expect you to think highly of me." Wang Can had an expression of "100,000 whys": "It means that there are a bunch of people staying at home in China, where will you eat when you arrange the next meal? If you don't write about how to eat, they don't even have chopsticks." Will it work?" I anxiously put a full stop on a sentence I just finished, then turned to stare at Wang Can: "Do you think what I wrote is very meaningless?" "No, I just think this kind of thing is worth pushing yourself like this?" I nodded: "It's worth it. Have you ever heard of the words 'selling literature for a living'? What is in front of you now is the dynamic interpretation of these four words." Wang Can shut his mouth and didn't speak again. I continued typing to make money, but after a while, he revived again. "It's not that I'm redundant. You can't write well. You didn't understand how delicious the fried noodles are. The point is, where did we have a delicious meal here? You are not real. .” "As a writer, I am annoyed by your amateurish questions the most. Do you know what is 'beautification'? Do you know what is 'sublimation'? If you are talking about authenticity, it is hard to kill all those who write mystery novels." people?" "I think you're still making things up a little bit. When you write fried noodles, you write fried noodles. What kind of life motto are you talking about? Hey, you haven't eaten a good meal for a long time, right? Then you ask me, I'll give you some material?" I continued to type my words without raising my head, and Wang Can began to whisper in my ear. "Speaking of the good things I've eaten, ouch, that's really... I can compile an international version of the 'reported dish name', let me think about it, and recommend one for you, it may be helpful for your creation, yes! You Speaking of Alaskan snow crab legs, I remembered that I had eaten a kind of Nicholas sea shrimp, which we ate at sea. The meat of that shrimp was very white and tender, and all of them looked like models with long legs. , That's the beauty of the country, peel off the skin, hey, wrap it in flour, put it in the pan, deep-fry until golden, put it in your mouth, ouch, you can still taste the sea water..." Although I have been forcing myself not to listen, my willpower is still not so strong. I listened to it, and my stomach trembled slightly. The "Nepalese Fried Noodles" I was writing became more and more desolate. "...that meat, it's shaking when you hold it in your hand. Once you put it in your mouth, you can't wait to melt it. It's salty and sweet, but sweet and fresh. It makes people hallucinate..." My stomach trembled from a slight tremor to a gigantic tremor, and the words on the screen were almost arranged in the shape of a huge shrimp in my eyes. "What kind of shrimp are you talking about?" I couldn't bear it anymore and asked Wang Can. "Nicholas Shrimp." "It's really so delicious?" I asked Wang Can, swallowing my saliva. Wang Can nodded seriously. "That shrimp is quite big, right? How big is each?" "Each one... No matter how you say it, there must be..." Wang Can showed a smirk on his face, and stretched out his little thumb to draw in front of me. "It must be as big as a thumbnail." I stared at Wang Can for a while, and finally realized: "Wang Can! Are you kidding me here? Are you talking about fried dried shrimps? !" Wang Can shook his cheeks and laughed hard for a while: "Looks like who can't sublimate! Isn't it just to make things that will turn into shit sooner or later, so you want to eat them more, buddy, I will too, but don't worry, I will Don't choke you." I moved the stool and moved on the spot, moving away from Wang Can: "Don't talk to me anymore. I bought this notebook because it looks like a kitchen knife and can defend itself when necessary. Don't force me to try it on you." Once." "I'm in a hurry again, Tianshuang, don't go, I still have a story about Florence's belly explosion that I haven't told you." "Go away!" I moved the chair and avoided him a little further. After Wang Can saw that I ignored him completely, he squatted on the spot for a while, bored, got up and rubbed against the front of the car. The tour guide and driver were falling asleep in the car. Wang Can walked around the car twice, and walked away awkwardly. Finally, He stood at the door of the hut behind the gas station, ready to challenge the vicious old man. From the corner of my eye, I saw Wang Can knock on the door and went in. Then, as expected, I saw the old man pressing Wang Can's chest with a cane, stabbing him all the way out. At this time, there was a roar of motorcycles on the mountain road. Suddenly, a young man wearing a white cross mask and a flag draped over his shoulders rode over on a motorcycle, stopped in front of the gas station, got off, and looked at us warily. The old man pulled Wang Can away with his crutches and walked towards the young man. The young man pointed at us and talked to him, and the old man explained with gestures. Wang Can walked to the car, kicked the car door, and woke up the tour guide: "What's going on? The riots are here?" Sleepy-eyed, the tour guide went up and listened. After inquiring for a while, he came back and waved at us: "It's okay. It's the old man's son. He went to participate in the riot. Come back for dinner now." Wang Can and I stared blankly, and Wang Can directly said what I was thinking: "There is still time to eat lunch when there is a riot! It means that in the middle of the fight, both groups have to call a truce One hour to eat first, then play after eating?" The tour guide frowned and interrupted Wang Can: "Stop talking loudly, and be careful they will slam you away. Are you running out of electricity? Let's leave quickly when we run out." I hurriedly continued typing. The old man’s son sat down near us, still looking at us warily, and Wang Can stared at him knowingly. The sticky cooked vegetables were placed on a small table, and the son grabbed the rice with his hands, and started eating the vegetables hungrily. The old man didn't eat, but just sat opposite his son, watching motionlessly, from time to time Ask a question or two. Wang Can stared at his son who was eating for a while, then walked back to me: "Cheng Tianshuang, are you hungry?" I tried not to let myself think about this question, so I didn't answer him. "I'm starving to death." Wang Can said with a miserable face, "I'm so hungry that I can't even think." Wang Can stared at the father and son beside him eating without moving. The son ate happily, talking while eating, probably describing the scene of the riot, because when he spoke excitedly, the rice grains in his mouth shot around like bullets. Apart from getting up to pour water for his son, the old man listened with great concentration at other times. His eyes widened, his smile became brighter, and his beard trembled accordingly. The meal was eaten very quickly. The son grabbed the rice in the basin three times and two times, wiped his mouth and stood up. He got on the motorcycle and was about to leave. Before the car started, the old man stopped his son and gave him a bottle Help him plug the flagpole on the motorcycle, and then watch his son step on the accelerator, and the red flag is waving and he is on the road. Looking at his son's back, the old man stood by the side of the road and yelled something loudly. Hearing this, the son didn't look back, but stretched out a hand and waved it in mid-air. After the old man shouted, the tour guide turned around, looked at the old man and smiled, and said something along with him. This sentence brought back a very proud smile from the old man. "What did the old man yell about?" Wang Can asked the tour guide from a distance. The tour guide said with a smile: "He told his son, don't worry about me. I asked him, are you actually worried about him? The old man just laughed." Wang Can didn't ask any more questions, but just sat back on the small bench silently, staring in a daze not far away. There was no Wang Can’s voice in my ear, and it seemed a little abnormal. While I was making the final revision, I asked Wang Can: “Hey, you also go and act like a baby with your Nepalese father, and ask him to treat us too. Shall I have some food?" Wang Can didn't answer my words, but after a while, maybe the old man was in a good mood and actually brought us some cakes. When we were eating the pancakes, the old man returned to his previous demeanor, with a cold expression on his face, and the warning sign "Don't bother me" appeared on his forehead again, and Wang Can just buried his head in eating and didn't speak, which made me curious. "Hey, what are you thinking?" Wang Can thought for a while, raised his head, and stared blankly: "Tell me, when will I let my dad be so happy with me?" I was taken aback by the question: "This... I really don't have a say in your rich father-son relationship." Wang Can glared at me sadly, a piece of cake was eaten by him bitterly and bitterly: "I am most afraid of having dinner with my dad, especially when there are outsiders present, even if it is a driver, he can still take that cake." The driver is his son, and he has a wonderful chat with him, he can't wait to have a meal, and marry all the wives for him, but he ignores me, and he doesn't say a word to me from the beginning to the end of the meal." "Are you thinking too much? A family has nothing to talk about when they eat. They don't talk about food and sleep. This is a tutor." "Really, I've lived to this point, and I finally understand that the relationship between me and my father is a foil relationship. I use my uselessness to foil his greatness." "Is it because you think too much?" Wang Can shook his head: "I didn't think about it that way at first, until one time, my father drank too much, went home drunk and went crazy, climbed on the three-meter-long chandelier in our house, and couldn't survive the chandelier. I was laying quilts layer by layer under the lamp, and he was reciting poems with his arms around the lamp, do you know what he was reciting?" As soon as I imagined that scene, the corners of my mouth raised uncontrollably: "What?" "He hugged the lamp like a monkey, shaking it and yelling: 'A black magpie is hard to return to... What branch can you rely on!'" I stood under him and raised my head to beg him, "Dad, Dad! You have me, you Come down now, I beg you!" "and then?" "I might as well not yell this sentence. After yelling, he put his arms around the lamp and stared at me for a while, which made my heart tremble. Then he continued to shake on the lamp and yelled even louder:' What branch can be relied on, what! Branch! Ke! Yi! Ah!'” I knew it was a family tragedy, but for some reason, it took a lot of effort not to laugh when I imagined that image. "...The old man is quite sentimental." I held back for a long time, and finally uttered such a sentence. "He's like this when he's drinking. When he's not drinking, he's more straightforward. I just finished the matter with my fiancée. When I was about to come to Nepal, I went to his office to find him, and my father scolded me again. He said that I was a scumbag, and that I wanted to go wherever I liked, but he was very sorry and felt that foreign garbage was sent to other countries. Tell me, is there any father who talks to his children like that? Your father talks like that Are you talking?" I can't comfort Wang Can on this point. Not only will my father not talk to me like this, but he treats me like a treasure. Dad thought of me so highly that he almost took me to apply for the World Heritage. "Maybe I'm just a scumbag. My dad's good genetics must have been cut by the nurse as the umbilical cord when he delivered the baby." Seeing that I didn't speak for a long time, Wang Can silently stuffed the last bite of cake, desperately I summed up myself. Seeing Wang Can, who was finally not so happy and so young, I felt quite uncomfortable, and racked my brains to come up with a word to comfort him: "I think, at this stage, being your father needs a process, and being your father requires a process. Slag also needs a process.” Wang Can raised his head to look at me, and reacted for a long time, as if he hadn’t come to his senses, but he didn’t speak anymore, he just stared blankly not far away, at the side of the road not far away, the old man moved a chair and sat quietly On the side of the road, looking at the direction in which his son would return, his back was motionless, as if he could spend the whole afternoon waiting for his son to come home, a figure appeared at the end of the road. After finishing the manuscript, we left this small gas station. The atmosphere on the road was very silent, and Wang Can didn't panic anymore. He just lay softly by the car door like a sea cucumber, letting the wind mix with the leaves, blowing his hair It is very colorfully decorated. I was not in the mood to comfort him. When I drove back to the entrance of the highway, the road was still blocked. When I left in the morning, there were no cars missing. The four-hour time limit given to me by the editor-in-chief was coming soon, but I don't even have a power pole around me, let alone a stable wifi network. In this way, the anxious me and the zombie-like Wang Can were on the bus, and I was sleepy for a long time, so long that my mood smoothly transitioned from a rush to a self-defeating one. At this time, the phone rang, and my hands shook, thinking that it was the editor-in-chief who came again. Urging for his life, but it was Racine on the other end of the phone. "Miss Cheng! Are you safe now? Where are you? Did you know there was a riot?" Hearing the long-lost Racine's voice warmed my heart. "I'm pretty safe, now I'm stuck on the road..." "Are you alone? Are you stuck in the road?" Racine asked worriedly. "No, Wang Can and I are together. We met in Chitwan. He rented a car, and we got stuck at the entrance to the highway." "Oh, you're with him, no problem?" "It's okay." I looked at Wang Can beside me, he was trapped in his own troubles, and he was unable to make others angry. "Well, Ms. Cheng, we set off from Pokhara this morning. We were going to Lampini, but we were also stuck on the road. We are going to go back to Pokhara at night. You can come too. The riots have gone dark. It will be over, come quickly, we will meet up and fly back to Kadu from Pokhara, okay? It is safest to go together, we must go together." After Racine hurriedly finished these words, I was very moved. Although I no longer had any employment relationship with him after leaving Canada, he still missed me when something happened. "Okay, we were going to Pokhara, are you all in Pokhara?" "Yes, we are all here, come back quickly." The sentence "Come back soon" made me wish I could fly over the scene of the riot, stand beside Racine, and give him a hug. After hanging up the phone, I turned to Wang Can and said, Racine told us to meet them in Pokhara. Wang Can showed a tangled expression: "Why do you have to meet him? We have to fight again when we meet." I stared at Wang Can seriously, and asked him: "Do you really want to do something to make your father look up to you?" Wang Can nodded. "Okay, let's start with not being beaten after the words are spoken." I told him firmly. After the sky darkened, the road really cleared up, and the rioting fighters in front also walked back in groups. We followed Racine's instructions and started on the road again. There are not many cars on the road. There are no street lights on the mountain road with nine bends and eighteen bends. There are only far and near car lights. There was the sound of running water, but the river surface was pitch black. Our driver was cursing and cursing as he drove. When turning the corner, he relied on intuition, without any warning, and swayed along the edge of the cliff. After entering the mountainous area, the temperature dropped sharply and the wind became stronger and stronger. The rain in the morning hadn't dried up yet, but now it was blown by the wind, and there was cold and damp humidity from head to toe. , I was also afraid that the driver would be careless and rush down the mountain at a certain corner. When I heard the sound of upper and lower teeth fighting from my right, I realized that Wang Can beside me was as nervous as me. "It's so fucking cold, Cheng Tianshuang, lend me one of your clothes." Wang Can stammered to me. I tugged at my short-sleeved vest and denim shorts: "Do you want the upper body or the lower body?" "No, I didn't ask you for yours. Do you have any clothes in your luggage? I didn't even bring a long sleeve." When we were so cold that we were almost paralyzed, we finally parked the car on the side of the road, took out our luggage from the trunk, held up a flashlight, and started looking through the clothes we could wear. Wang Can only had two short-sleeved vests and a pair of sweatpants. Even if I wear them all, it won’t help. My situation is similar. When I came here, I didn’t realize that Nepal is an area with uneven distribution of altitude. Some places are tropical, and some places are alpine. I thought there would be riots, and I would have to go for a drive in a convertible sports car at night. We looked at the pile of clothes in a daze, Wang Can took out a pair of gloves from my luggage, and shook them in front of me: "Cheng Tianshuang, what is this?" I tried to snatch the gloves back, but failed. That pair of gloves is a very funny pair of gloves. I bought them when I was visiting the Tamil area in Kadu. They are mittens knitted with wool. After wearing them, It became two cute looking snakes, with snake eyes sewn on the back of the hand, and the mouth of the tiger is the snake mouth, which can be opened and closed. In short, if you wear a pair of them, you will be regarded as crazy, but you will be very happy when you see them. gloves. When I saw this glove, I wanted to buy it back for my mother and let her weave and play in this way. After my mother retired, she would do knitting work at home every day, strolling on the street all day long, watching the current season in our small town. Popular models, I figured out how to weave them myself, and then sent them to Beijing batch by batch with a sense of accomplishment. In the house I rented, there was a drawer specially used to store the scarves my mother knitted for me. Those I change the scarf a week, and it allows me to wear it for three to five winters without repeating the same pattern. The colors my mother chooses are all bright red and tender pink, which is more in line with the aesthetics of small cities, but in Beijing, a dark gray city It always looks a bit eye-catching when you wrap it around, but even so, every winter when it is the coldest, I go out with the scarf she knitted, no matter whether it matches the clothes on me or not. Wang Can hung the gloves around his neck, looked at our luggage again, and nodded: "I have a solution." "any solution?" Wang Can didn't speak, just picked up the suitcase with his hands, and poured our luggage into the trunk in a hurry. Fifteen minutes later, such a car appeared on the mountain road. A man and a woman in the back seat of the car were wearing layers of short-sleeved shirts. Each of them was covered with a suitcase, and a fully opened suitcase. Just shivering and curling up in the suitcase—these two people are me and Wang Can, and the way Wang Can said is this: cover the suitcase to keep out the cold, and only he can think of it. Whenever the driver made a tight turn, the boxes on our bodies would collide with each other, and Wang Can's aluminum alloy box would make a harsh friction sound, which sounded particularly soul-stirring on the dead mountain road. Shrinking in the box, looking at the bottomless cliff at hand, feeling the cool air from the soles of my feet, the wind blowing on my face, I feel that the aging speed of my pores is almost 160 miles, the right time and place, I finally gave up Feeling hopeless. "Wang Can." I looked at Wang Can whose whole body was hidden in the box, with only one head exposed, "How did I get so miserable?" Wang Can reluctantly turned his head to look at me: "Hey, it will be there in a few more hours, or you can sleep for a while." I shook my head anxiously. I was so nervous that I could only fall asleep on such a dangerous mountain road if I pulled out a few brain nerves on the spot. "I'm not talking about how miserable it is now. You see, the wind is leaking everywhere, the road conditions are dangerous, and the equipment is not enough. You have to comfort yourself that I am not afraid, I am not cold, and I am not uncomfortable. In fact, it is similar to my life in Beijing." Wang Can looked at me for a while, with a suitcase hanging on his body, and moved towards me in parallel: "My dad has a friend, I have to call him uncle, he is a director, I like my uncle very much, because I think He lives very clearly, he has a life motto that he often tells me, I think it is very right and has a lot of connotation, let me give you this famous motto." I looked at Wang Can, waiting for his next sentence. "The motto is: Don't mess around, it won't work." "what?" "Don't mess around, it's useless. Every time I'm upset, when I think of his words, my heart will open up." I stared at Wang Can in disbelief: "These eight characters are also worthy of being called a motto of life? Can this also inspire you? Then, when you see the big banner of 'Have fewer children, grow more trees', do you still have tears in your eyes?" What kind of director is this, what kind of films have you made?" "Don't insult my uncle, my uncle is very talented, haven't you seen the ham sausage commercial? He did it! The one where a group of ham sausages fight, it's a classic in film history!" If the burning sensation can be used to keep warm, I should have been roasted so that my whole body is warm by now. I turned my head, decided to stop this meaningless life conversation with Wang Can, and began to stare nervously at Lu Kuan in front of me. . Suddenly, two snake-shaped hands appeared in front of me—my pair of gloves, I don't know when Wang Can put them on. Wang Can's left hand began to open and close: "Sister Tianshuang, don't be anxious, the resentment is too big, it is easy to attract dirty things." Wang Can's right hand followed up and said: "That's right, big sister, don't mess around, it's useless, monk's work, isn't it just one seven days after another seven days." I pulled the two snake-shaped claws away: "Give me back the gloves!" "Lend me to wear it for a while, hey, Cheng Tianshuang, let my two younger brothers sing you a song?" "Don't, you bring wolves from the mountains again." Wang Can ignored me at all, put his hands together, and the snake in his left hand opened his mouth and said, "Okay! Next, our Ba Wang Snake Girl group will present a classic old song to Ms. Cheng Tianshuang who doesn't know how to live: "Love to fight will win." "!" Just as I was about to stop it, Wang Can's two hands had already started to sing in both left and right channels. Left hand: "I can't help complaining when I lose my ambition for a while." Right hand: "Yo! Yo!" Left hand: "A moment of desperation can't help but be timid." Right hand: "Ohhhhhhhh..." I grabbed the two woolen snakes in Wang Can's hands, and then stared at the singer Wang Can behind the scenes. "Can you shut up? Are you schizophrenic from the cold?" Wang Can broke his hand out of my hand: "It doesn't sound good? It shouldn't be, you listen to my Hokkien pronunciation, how accurate it is! When I went to Singapore to play, just relying on this song, I was stunned. Overseas Chinese sang to tears..." "Go aside and tease yourself, just keep quiet." Wang Can looked down at his hands, and the two hands acted again. Left hand: "What should I do? Failed!" Right hand: "Shall we change to a more lyrical song?" Left hand: "Go!" Before I could cover my ears, Wang Can sang again on behalf of the two woolly snakes. Left hand: "Hey hey hey——" Right hand: "Hey hey hey——" Left hand: "The beauty of the West Lake——" Right hand: "My God in March—" Left hand: "Spring rain is like wine—" Right hand: "Ruyan Liu——" At this point in the song, Wang Can also arranged movements for the two hands and changed the formation. The woolen snake began to roll up and down in front of my eyes, and the singing continued. Left hand: "We are destined to meet from a thousand miles away—" Right hand: "It's hard to hold hands without fate—" Left hand: "After ten years of cultivation, we can cross the same boat——" Right hand: "That hundred-year-old repair, fuck the sheets—" I watched the two snakes woven of wool singing in harmony. Wang Can sang very hard, but the singing was truly horrific. The animals in the mountains heard it, and they probably all migrated to a safe place collectively. My gaze had nowhere to hide, so I had to Going over the weird dance scene in front of me, avoiding the singing, looking up to the sky and sighing, the night just rained and the wind was blowing, the sky looked very high, and all the stars were dispatched, bright densely and dazzlingly. Wang Can’s singing lasted for a long time, and the singing was out of character, wrapping around our lonely car, and the two shivering people in the car, through one dangerous sharp turn after another, until it was almost When I descended the mountain, my drowsiness finally surged, and Wang Can finally fell asleep hoarsely. When I was about to fall asleep, I looked at the ridge behind me, and I always felt that Wang Can's singing was still echoing on the path deep in the mountain, which made people feel heartbreaking. Make it a little easier.