Chapter 52 The Return of the King (I)

There is a long-distance bus going to S province on the highway. The most inspiring thing on the bus is a man and a woman sitting in the last row. The man is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with fine features and a refreshing casual dress. He is the first one to get on the bus, and he has been looking out of the window since he got on the bus. He is young and has a mature temperament.

The woman next to him is a little older, the same appearance of eighteen or nineteen years old, with fresh cheeks and greasy goose fat, smooth muscles and bones, and elegant manners. She is a classic beauty.

She was the last one to get on the bus, and there was only one seat on the bus. This is also a kind of fate.

Buddha said that looking back 500 times in the previous life was only a passing time in this life, and some people were destined to have a story to happen when they met.

After she sat down, she took out a small MP3 player and began to listen to music. She looked at the boy beside her several times along the way. He just looked out of the window with his chin in his hand. She had long been accustomed to the opposite sex's appreciation of the eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a little curious about this silent boy. He was the first boy who didn't look at himself greedily.

Suddenly, a string of ringtones of Red Bean rang. The boy and the girl went through their bags and took out their mobile phones at the same time. The girl found that they not only had the same ringtones, but also their mobile phones, both of which were Nokia 7610.

Too many coincidences add up to providence.

The girl couldn't help but look at him a few more times. It seems that he must not be a very obedient and honest person, and even smells evil. He is a famous brand from head to toe, like a playboy.

But his eyes made the girl feel that he had a melancholy elegance. If it wasn't for this feeling, the girl would never look at him again. There were so many rich boys chasing her that they could form a row. She gave them a good look.

The boy found that his mobile phone was not ringing, sighed lightly, put it back in his bag and read the book on his lap.

By the time the girl finished the phone call, the boy had closed the book and looked out of the window. The Seven Swords directed by Tsui Hark was playing in the car.

"Can you lend me your book?" The girl said, her voice is crisp and smart, like a mountain spring, which is very pleasant and unforgettable.

"Of course." The boy said lightly, handed the book to the girl, and inadvertently met the girl's hands like onions. He didn't care much. He looked up at the movie and his impression of Tsui Hark was good. The heroism and wildness of the male world in his previous film Knife reflected the rudeness and violence of the knife to the fullest, which made him deeply intoxicated.

"Thank you." The girl blushed and took the book in his hand, and her heart throbbed for no reason.

"Wen Tingyun's Collection of Flowers?" The girl shouted in surprise, and suddenly many passengers turned to look at themselves and quickly covered their mouths.

"Is there anything wrong?" The boy looked at her strangely with a surprised face. This was the first time he looked at her carefully. It turned out that there was such an outstanding girl sitting beside him.

"I'm sorry, I just feel a little surprised that there are still people who can concentrate on' graceful beauty' and' Flowers Collection', and they are still boys. I have no other meaning." She said apologetically, and she didn't dislike his presumptuous eyes at all. If she always gave her impression of this kind of eyes, the score was absolutely zero!

"Nothing" The boy withdrew his eyes and began to watch movies again. She found that his focused side face was pretty, serious but a little decadent.

The girl shook her head hard, wondering why she bowed her head and opened the collection of flowers with a good smell of ink, and carefully read the poem that fascinated her.

"Nanyuan is full of light flocs, and I am worried about the clear rain for a moment. After the rain, the sun is setting, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant ... "The girl whispered.

"Silent sleep face, pillow pingshan mask. It's dusk, and I'm bored and closed. "The boy casually connected.

"You can't recite it all, can you?" The girl opened her mouth lovingly and looked at the boy with big beautiful eyes.

She likes China's classical literature since she was a child, and she can only recite a few well-known words by Wen Tingyun completely.

"Most of them," the boy said casually, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Most of it?" The girl exclaimed again and found that there were more people looking back at her this time than before. Her face was thin and she wanted to dig a hole to drill down.

"Can't you?" The boy asked in a funny way, staring unscrupulously at the beautiful and excellent charming girl of heaven. A beautiful woman is always pleasing to the eye and will be in a better mood.

"No, no, I ..." His eyes are so aggressive, but at the same time, there seems to be a silent gentleness that soothes you and makes her afraid to look him in the eye and turn her attention to movies that she is not really interested in.

"I know astronomy above and geography below. man of great talent learned everything." The boy smiled, and he was completely different from the deep one in front of him. She hardly believed that they were one person, a melancholy sadness, but one with a childlike frivolity.

"You are really modest." The girl was amused by his extraordinary confession. This person is really not confident. I don't know why she just didn't think he was conceited.

"Too much modesty is pride, and I would be hypocritical if I didn't tell the truth."

"Since you are so good, can I ask you some questions?"

"All ears! I promise to know everything. "

"What are the pages in the Art of War by Sun Tzu?"

"There is a cause, an inner room, a reverse room, a dead room, and a seamless life. The five rooms are all up, and I don't know the way. It is called the divine discipline. "

"Who are the two people who often appear in Song Ci?"

"Yu Xin, who wrote" Ode to the South of the Yangtze River "in the Southern Dynasties, and Pan Yue, who wrote" Ode to Autumn Heart "in the Western Jin Dynasty."

"What are the turtles that tell fortune in the Biography of Tortoise in Historical Records?"

"There are seven famous turtles, Beidou, Nanchen, Wuxing, Bafeng, Twenty-eight Nights, Riyue, Kyushu and Jade Turtle!"

"What are the thirty-six highest stars in Water Margin?" The girl looked at a boy with a casual face in disbelief. "Tian Xiong Xing Hu Baoyi Song Jiang, Tian Hao Xing Yu Qilin Lu Junyi, Tian Zhi Xing Zhi Duo Xing Wu Yong ... Tian Qiao Xing prodigal son Yan Qing!" The boy reported 36 people in one breath without any hesitation.

The girl with a big mouth in surprise couldn't think of anything else to ask at the moment, staring at the boy with a faint smug smile like a monster.

"I haven't read Jin Ping Mei written by Lan Ling Xiaoxiao. If you have read it, I will surrender. Why don't you ask?" The boy is wicked, and his narrow black eyes have a strong sense of narrowness.

"I won't read that kind of book?"

The girl took a bite with shame, and the skin that can be broken by blowing bombs was stained with a blush, which was even more lovable.

"Don't waste books because of people. In fact, Jin Ping Mei is exactly what women should read, not men!"

At this time, he is like a wise man who has read all the vicissitudes of life telling his own experience. His calm manner and wise eyes once again confuse the girl. Is he really only sixteen or seventeen years old? Why does he feel like his grandfather at this moment?

"I heard that it is the most essential book in every man's life!" The boy immediately showed a look that all men who want to be colored understand. Just after playing with a deep one, he immediately showed the fox's tail.

The girl looked at the boy like a mystery and suddenly had an impulse to know the answer.

"Take out the money, quick, rob!" A burly man with a full face of beard took up his seat with a sharp dagger. His strong figure contains endless explosive power. The muscles bulging under the white T-shirt made many people give up the idea of being a hero. After all, if a hero can't do it, he will have to be a martyr.

"We two brothers have just come out of prison, and our money is a little tight. We want to borrow some money to spend!" The cruel smile on the strong man's face made everyone feel scared and creepy, sighing how his luck was so bad.

The car suddenly screamed, and several timid women and children began to cry. If there was nowhere to hide in the car, they would have fled, shrinking in their seats with pale faces, and some even fainted.

"Mama of, what do you mean, the fairy also can't hear, dear uncle police can't save you! Today, I don't kill anyone, which annoys my uncle. Don't blame the knife for not having eyes. " A rat-headed robber started collecting money with a toothpick in his mouth and a knife in one hand and a bag with money in it.

"Cooperate, everyone is good." Strong man looked around all cold way.

"You fucking drive well, if you are slick, I will kill you!" The robber who collected the money almost fell down because of the shaking of the car and shouted at the driver who was already stiff.

"Come on, you're buying your life with money. What can you bear?"

"You, necklaces, watches and rings are all picked for me. I don't like people like you. Aren't you tired of wearing so many things? Laozi is reducing your burden! "

"unconvinced? Be careful, uncle. I'll let you know what it's like to get a white knife into a red knife! "

Soon the bag in the robber's hand was almost full and he walked towards the back row.

"You sit inside." The boy's mouth still hung with a faint reassuring smile, and he gently held the girl half inside, and his long and narrow black eyes stared at the frightened girl with a warm taste. "Don't be afraid!"

"Well," the girl nodded, and the boy's calm and gentle words gave her great courage.

She found that a boy's smile can be the same, and there is a deep intoxicating charm behind the frivolous.

Sure enough, she is a very good girl, with beauty, wisdom and courage. She got it from the stingy God, and the boy added a few points to her heart.

"Lean in my arms." The boy took her slightly cold little hand and gently held her in his arms.

The girl blushed so much that she could almost drop water. After struggling in his arms, she obeyed his overbearing gentleness. Except for her relatives, she had never been held in her arms by a heterosexual. She only felt that the boy's hand was not big, but it was slender and suitable for playing the piano. The temperature of his palm made people believe that he could hold up the wind and rain for you, although his shoulders were not very wide.

When she was in close contact with a boy for the first time, she intuitively knew that his arms were a safe and quiet harbor.

In times of danger, you can put yourself in front, others behind you, and you can still smile like this. If such a person collapsed in front of Mount Tai in ancient times, it must belong to the kind of chivalrous man who wandered the rivers and lakes with a blue sword. The girl forgot the immediate danger and was thinking.

Nephrite is warm and fragrant in my arms, smelling the faint fragrance of the girl's soft hair, and the smile on the boy's mouth is deeper, just like a child who steals candy.

"Hey, boy, look at you. You're all human. You should have a lot of money, right?" A voice got destroyed the warm atmosphere, and flew to the front of the two men, waving the dagger in their hands.

The boy's eyes changed awe-inspiring. Instead of looking at girls like water, they were cold without a trace of human feelings, as if he was not a robbed person, but instead he was watching his prey.

The robber stepped back involuntarily, afraid to speak for a while.

There was a deep and obvious disdain in the boy's eyes, like a proud monarch looking down at the defeated soldiers crawling at his feet.

The angry robber raised a dagger at the boy, intending to teach the little yellow boy a lesson.

"Forget it, white hair, it's not bad for both of them!" The strong man who stared at all this coldly frowned and turned to the driver and shouted, "Stop the car!" "

Looking at the two athel Loren finally got off the bus, almost all the looted passengers breathed a sigh of relief, and I don't know who started. At that time, curses were everywhere, as if they wanted to vent their depression and cowardice. If they had this posture just now, they would have drowned the two robbers with spit.

After thousands of years of Confucian culture, Chinese naturally mastered the essence of the word "forbearance". Although these people were robbed, many people held the idea of destroying wealth and eliminating disasters. They would rather have more than one thing, and no one would go to the police. Perhaps it was the idea of shooting the first bird at work.

Looking at everyone's faces with great interest, the boy's mouth was even more contemptuous, and no one knew what was hidden in his narrowed eyes.

"They're gone." The boy looked at Donnie Yen in "Seven Swords" and stabbed the other side's chest cleanly with a flying dragon sword. His eyes flashed with an imperceptible coldness, and he patted the girl in his arms gently.