MTL - Your Distance-Chapter 90 【end

Late at night, Ting Shuang woke up in the bedroom on the second floor, went downstairs barefoot, and followed the light source to find Bai Changyi. He vaguely remembered that Bo Changyi asked him to eat in the afternoon, and he couldn't get up, so Bo Changyi took him upstairs to sleep.

He walked to the door of the study and, without interruption, watched Bo Changyi's work quietly until he saw him when he looked up.

"Wake up." Bai Changyi put down his work, got up and saw Tingshuang wearing no shoes, hugged the person and went to the kitchen.

Ting Shuang was placed on the cooking table, drank a bowl of seafood soup that had been simmering to warm his stomach, and by the way waited for Bo Changyi to give him hot meals.

The snow stopped, a thick layer of white accumulated outside the window, and a series of footprints left by vico could be seen on the snow illuminated by the kitchen lights.

Ting Shuang remembered their first date, and countless times since then, all like now. But winter feels particularly different. Winter feels warmer.

After drinking the soup, Ting Shuang ate the clams in the soup one by one, picked out the meat, and threw the shell into the trash bin far away.

"There are more than three months before the next semester begins." He ate while talking about what he had considered for a few months, intermittently, without a word, casually, "this time, I intend to be like you used to ... … Go to different places by car to see and talk to different people ... I have told you this idea before. I think I should have had this experience. "

Otherwise, he doesn't know where his building should be built.

He was not in a hurry to build that building somewhere known and certain, or to start building it at a certain age. He just wanted to leave the track, walk around, stopped and took a breath, picking up two bricks.

He set off after spending Christmas and New Year with Park Chang Yi.

He rented an ordinary jeep, filled it with gas, brought clothes from winter to summer, and went to the barbershop to shave a haircut that was a little longer than a bald head, saying it was convenient.

"Isn't it a bit like a young criminal?" Ting Shuang looked in the mirror and touched her own stubble.

Park Chang grabbed his waist and kissed down, "Tell me which prison you are in."

Ting Shuang kissed back and joked, "Why are you going to jail?"

Park Chang chuckled and said, "I'm going to be the warden."

Ting Shuang bit Bai Changyi's chin and said, "You just want to lock me up?"

Park Chang sighed heartily, and it was good to be locked up.

A child, you have to let him out in the wild.

Before leaving, Vico rushed to Ting Shuang, who was carrying his suitcase, and kept talking. Ting Shuang touched his son's head and said, "Good son, Dad does look a bit like leaving the house ... Actually, it's just less than three months out. You take good care of your house, fire, burglar and beautiful uncle. "

Having said that, Ting Shuang put his luggage in the trunk and got into the car.

Bai Changyi stood outside the car, Ting Shuang opened the window and kissed him through the window in the first snow of the new year.

The snow was heavy. By the end of the kiss, a lot of snow had fallen on Bo Changyi's head.

"I can imagine your white hair." Ting Shuang brushed the snow and said.

Bai Changyi said, "Don't scare me by saying such a thing when leaving."

Ting Shuang laughed, and said very earnestly, "I will be back soon."

Park Chang nodded his head, all with a gentle smile in his eyes: "Um."

Ting Shuang continued, "Everywhere I go I will write to you or postcard."

Park Chang-yi: "Well."

Ting Shuang: "I will call you often."

Park Changyi: "Okay."

Ting Shuang: "I will always miss you."

Park Chang-yi: "Well."

Ting Shuang started the car: "I'm leaving."

"It's safe," Park said.

Ting Shuang looked for a few seconds in front of the road, suddenly pushed the door and got out of the car, hugging Bo Changyi tightly and saying, "... thank you."

Bo Changyi scratched the thorny hairs of the two courtroom frosts and said, "Thank you? Thanks for letting you go out for three months without seeing you for a few days?"

"Well ... it's not exactly this." Ting Shuang didn't know what to say.

Park Chang smiled and said, "I understand, go."

Ting Shuang nodded, kissed Bo Changyi, and got into the car.

Bai Changyi stood in place, watching the ruts on the snow gradually stretch.

The courtyard door was not closed, Vico ran out, and Bai Bochangyi's legs yelled in the direction of the car again.

Bo Chang touched Vico's head and said, "Go in, the empty nest children." With me, the empty nest elderly.

On January 7th, Bo Changyi returned to school to work. He received the first letter from Ting Shuang within a few days after work. The stamps and postmarks were still German.

In the evening, Bo Changyi sat by the fireplace, opened the envelope with a paper knife, and took out the letter for reading. Vico came over and touched the page of stationery with his nose. The fire was bright and dark, and the words on the paper were swaying-my dear Boss, I was at the foot of the Alps.

I live on a farm below the mountain, where I can see the snow-capped Mont Blanc from a distance.

It's night. I'm writing to you by the fire. I have chopped the wood in the fireplace. I have one at my feet—you should not show it to Vico in case he thinks I have illegitimate children outside—I There is a shepherd at his feet.

Yesterday I got acquainted with the environment of the farm. Today, I laid a sheep with people for a day. When I was resting, I lay on the grass. A big **** actually came over and stepped on my face. .

It feels wonderful to leave the city.

In a place with a lot of people, I feel like I must be able to cooperate with the surrounding parts. When I go to a place where there are no people, I feel more like a person.

During the day, I looked at the flocks, thinking about the difference between people and them.

Never figured it out.

The sheep has a strange smell.

The stars in the mountains are bright, many, just like we saw when we drove out in the mountains.

On the back of the stationery, there is a sketch that you can draw with a pen. A few strokes outline the magnificent and snowy mountains, and there are some stars.

Bai Changyi read the letter three or four times before Fang put it into the envelope.

About half a month later, he received another box of smoked sausages with notes and Tingshuang's handwriting in the box, saying that it was the sausage he had learned to make on the farm, which Bai Changyi ate.

Throughout January, Bo Changyi received ten letters. Ting Shuang almost maintained the frequency of writing a letter every two days, and told Trivial to Bo Changyi.

He went to milk, and found that it was a ram for a long time. Moreover, he was not a milking place ... Then he washed his hands for half an hour.

He went mountain climbing, encountered a snowstorm, and was trapped in the mountains with his companions overnight. Everyone gathered around a boulder and spoke in a strong spirit, waiting for hope.

Early in the morning, the snowstorm stopped, and they saw a mighty deer herd passing by the other side of the boulder. The herd was like a mountain, and the antlers were like the branches of a giant tree on the mountain. Everyone held their breath, blending into the still snowy mountains.

After receiving the letter about the snowstorm, although Bo Changyi knew that Ting Shuang had already safely come down the mountain, he made a phone call and trained people.

When answering that call, Tingshuang was crossing the Alps from Austria to Italy. The snow-capped mountains on both sides of the highway were soaring, and the clouds were on the mountainside. After listening to the training, he opened the car window and let Bai Changyi listen to the whistling wind outside the window with him.

"Bai Changyi, have you ever drove across the Alps like this before?" He asked loudly in the wind.

"Yes," Bo Changyi said helplessly, "ting, but at that time I didn't think about it, someone would worry about my safety."

Ting Shuang quickly said, "I will never do anything dangerous."

Park Changyi said, "Think about me before you do."

Ting Shuang closed the window, slowed down, and murmured.

The first letter of February, postmarked from Florence.

Bo Changyi got the letter from the mailbox when he went out in the morning, and opened it in the office to see it—baby, I learned the flower design in a coffee master class, and I played the guitar in the cafe in the evening, chatting with people .

I live upstairs in this cafe. I lived next door to a student studying art history, and she took me to see the relief on the door of the Baptistery of Saint John, comparing the works of isano and ghiberti.

She also painted herself and wanted to hire me to be a mannequin for me for a day, and I refused.

I don't think I have a good figure.

I went to a lot of art galleries and museums, but I do n’t remember those artworks. Instead, I remember that in the streets of Florence, an old lady covered in paint drew pictures on the ground made of stone. Part of Ticelli's The Birth of Venus.

I passed by in the morning and she was painting. In the evening I went to the river for a run and passed by there. She was still painting as if she was almost finished.

When I came back from running, the ground only had water after washing, and the crowd dispersed. In the future, no one may know that Venus was born in this place where everyone can step on it.

That night I sang "Driving to the North" in the cafe. Although no one understood what I was singing, I changed the words "Unable Time" to "Unlimited Time".

I want to go to Rome on the weekend.

It turned out that the next postcard was sent from Rome.

Ting Shuang knew that he had seen all of these things Bo Changyi, but he still wanted to talk to Bo Changyi again.

At the end of March, Greece.

After one month, Ting Shuang had learned about the fish market here, and he painted various fish and mussels in his letter in March.

He also spent two weeks in the Aegean to observe the turtles.

His hair grew back to the length before departure, and his skin was dipped in honey by the sea breeze and sunlight.

The day he was preparing to return to Germany, a whale was stranded on the nearby coast. He delayed his trip to see the whale. His plan was to drive for two days, get home on Sunday, and then the next Monday, he happened to go with Bo Changyi to the first class of robotik this semester.

But in order to see the whale, he may face the same problem as a year ago-