MTL - Your Distance-Chapter 61 Drive north

Ting Shuang kicked the ball with sweat, making his shoes, legs, and pants dirty. He has no consciousness at all, he has only happiness, only victory, and only wants to run to the stands after hugging with his teammates-just like other boys who play football.

The other boys ran to their girlfriends. They wiped their sweat, drank water, and bragged with their girlfriends, saying how powerful they were.

Ting Shuang also wiped her sweat, drank water, and danced in front of Bai Changyi to analyze their tactics just now.

Bai Chang smiled and listened for a long time, and said, "They are leaving, waiting for you."

Ting Shuang turned around and saw other boys and their girlfriends standing under the stands.

He smiled and waved, and said goodbye to them loudly.

After saying goodbye, he turned back, kissed Bo Changyi, and asked, "How is it to watch a boyfriend play with a group of high school girls?"

Park Chang was happy to satisfy Ting Shuang's vanity: "They are jealous of me. My boyfriend is more handsome."

Ting Shuang also pretended to be distressed: "The kids who play football are also jealous of me. I'm sick of it."

The two looked at each other, laughed, and took a long kiss in the open grandstand.

The wind blew across the grass, blowing their hair and clothes.

"Is it cold?" Bo Changyi said. "Sweat all over. I brought you a long sleeve in the car. Go and change clothes."

Ting Shuang nodded, changed his clothes, and drove off.

The street lights are bright, but the sky is not completely dark. The clouds in the distance are layered, gold, rose, gray-purple, and dark blue, extending from the horizon to the zenith.

"Loveisreason" began to play in the car's stereo.

"What are we going to do next?" Ting Shuang wobbled back and forth with the rhythm of the record, very pleasant.

"You said, sail out to sea, ride wind and waves, and fight with sharks." When Bo Changyi said this, his tone was like saying "Find a restaurant to eat and go home to sleep".

With the previous madness, Ting Shuang didn't feel particularly surprised when he heard this: "Okay, where is it going?"

"All the way north." Parker meant a high-speed line, "to Lubeck."

Ting Shuang glanced at the map: "Oh my God, are we going across the half of Germany and driving all the way to the Baltic Sea? How long will it take?"

Bai Changyi said: "I can arrive before two in the morning. The car rental company is a chain. We will return the car in Lubeck tomorrow morning and return by plane. Your son is still waiting at home."

"So skilled?" Ting Shuang was curious. "Have you done this before?"

"More than ten years ago," Bo Changyi said, "go to the gas station first."

Ting Shuang parked the car at the gas station and went to the 24-hour convenience store to buy water and a lot of food, and waited for Bai Chang to fill the car while eating.

"Are you particularly cool more than ten years ago?" Ting Shuang sat on the hood of the car and imagined, "Just, a map, a car, a beautiful girlfriend, a European continent. The world is all yours , All boys envy you. "

Park Chang smiled: "The reality is that every time I go to work, I work half the time."

Ting Shuang was interested: "Hey, what work have you done?"

"Protect the turtles, talk with the elderly, help people repair the house and brush the walls, and be a model for the art student ..." Bai Changyi refueled, "OK, ready to go."

"Being a model?" Ting Shuang got on the car and asked with great interest. "Is it the kind without clothes?"

"Drive." Park Chang looked ahead, expressionless.

"Oh oh ... drive." Ting Shuang peeked at Bai Changyi, the corner of his mouth couldn't control the upward tilt.

The colors of the southwest were scattered a little by the evening wind.

The car went all the way north, through the mountains and rivers, through the cities and fields, and into the deep starry sky.

The scattered towns fell on both sides of the road, the lights dotted the hills and the plains, and the golden weather vane on the top of the church slowly turned in the moonlight.

Park Chang lowered the volume of the audio in the car.

The drums in the vicinity were quieter, and the songs in the distance gradually sounded.

"Someone is singing over there?" Ting Shuang looked at the direction of the song, and couldn't see what was happening. He just felt that it was brighter than the other towns they passed, the lights were shining, and the crowd was hustle.

"Do you want to watch it?" Bai Changyi turned off the sound, and the music in the distance became clear. Someone had a guitar, a keyboard, a trumpet, and a drum.

"Of course." Ting Shuang slowed down, paying attention to the highway sign, and looking for a fork in the town. "Maybe luck, I can really play guitar and sing."

Bai Chang smiled afterwards and said, "The people in the audience are carnival."

"No." Ting Shuang hit the steering wheel and drove into the lane with only two lanes. "I change my mind, as long as you are alone for me."

Following the music, they found a beer garden built on a hill.

In the garden, a giant tree is like clouds and fog, like a cover. Countless star lights are intertwined, from one trunk to another. People are sitting around wooden tables under trees, holding a liter glass painted beer mug, eating barbecue, drinking, chatting. A corner of the garden set up a stage where the band played "Great Freedom."

Ting Shuang went to buy two bottles of ice soda, and found an empty table and sat down.

"Someone seems to be singing a song." Ting Shuang stretched his head and looked at it for a while. "I also want to order, I'm afraid they won't."

"Aren't you going to play and sing for yourself," Bo Changyi said, "Just borrow a guitar."

"Well ... it's self-singing ... but ..." Ting Shuang suddenly realized a very realistic thing, "I'll just play that one ... I won't say which one ..."

Park Chang smiled, "Well, I know which one."

There was still laughter all around, and their table was quiet after this sentence.

Ting Shuang looked at Bai Changyi under the golden light.

No white hair and no wrinkles, but they are still different.

The distance of twelve years is not just a difference in appearance.

What he is going through, Park Chang-yi has already experienced. The thirty-six-year-old of Park Chang Yiliu is the top of the mountain where he did not know how to reach. His ordinary twenty-four-year-old is a youth that Bo Changyi can never return to.

Twenty-four and thirty-six, of course, are of good age.

but……

Wait until he is forty-eight years old?

He thought of it forever, for a hundred years, but now he dare not think about the specific forty-eight-year-old he will arrive.

Twelve years.

Time is not flat.

"Why do you look at me like that?" Park Chang asked.

Ting Shuang was silent for a few seconds and said, "No why, I want to see it that way."

After he finished speaking, he poured a lot of soda, which caused a little pain in his internal organs.

"Do you still sing?" Bo Changyi's eyes were pampered. "Singing the only song you know will work."

They can't wait too long here, or it will be too late when they arrive in Lubeck.

Ting Shuang looked at Bo Changyi's eyes, and said for a long time, "Will you come to drive in a while, okay?"

Park Chang smiled and said, "Of course."

"You wait for me." Ting Shuang ran to buy a large glass of beer and drank his head.

The surrounding sound suddenly went away.

The surrounding scenery has also blurred.

Ting Shuang put the wine glass aside, and with the strength of the wine, ran to the stage and asked the musician to borrow the guitar and microphone.

"I want to sing a song." His cheeks were flushed with a slight flush, and his eyes were moist with the heat of his chest. "This song is only me."

The musicians let out the stage and the spotlights spilled.

Ting Shuang sat alone in the center of the stage holding the guitar, and looked at Bai Changyi from the stage as if there were only two of them left in the world.

His guitar didn't play well, flicking his fingers and only a few simple chords.

He didn't have any literary talent, his lips opened slightly, only a few mediocre words, not even lyrics.

"In the summer of 2019, I drove to the north and drove across the mountains and rivers to the sea towards the thirty-six-year-old ...

Time is not flat. Time is not flat. In the summer of 2019, you drove to the north to drive through the dusk and head towards the sunrise towards my twenty-four year old ...

Time can't be flat, time can't be flat. "Two lines of tears flowed from Ting Shuang's eyes, and fell down the chin onto the guitar.

His tears were brighter than the spotlight.

Bo Changyi stood up and looked at Ting Shuang, a little dreadful.

Ting Shuang wiped her face and changed the chord.

"I haven't seen your twenty-four years old in the summer of 2019. In the summer of 2019, I dare not think about my thirty-six-year-old. I can only drive to the north, not for the mountains, rivers, the sea or the dusk. Not for sunrise For your twenty-four years old I drive to the north I drive to the north "