"What university do you want to go to? Isn''t the result pretty good? " In Yan Cheng''s memory, Yang Peiqing is a mixture of bright Xueba and dark depravity.


    Yang Peiqing also laughed, others said he had good grades. But this sentence came out of Yan Cheng''s mouth with endless joy, which affected his inner smile.


    A cigarette time, the gap between two people is much less. It''s as if everything in the past is gone, as if it''s gone with the passing of the day. Yang Peiqing also wantonly laughed, finally unexpectedly tears all laughed out.


    Reaching out to wipe the tears from his eyes, Yang Peiqing said, "Kyoto University."


    Without the same feelings as others, he was not surprised. Yan Cheng just picked his eyebrows lightly, and his eyebrows were thick.


    The shadow hit on Yancheng''s high nose, and in Mingming''s eyes, the long eyelashes were a thick shadow.


    "For that Lee Myung Bak?" Yancheng hits the key.


    Yang Peiqing was a little dazed. This is the first time that he said Kyoto University. Someone said Lee Myung Bak so directly. Even if it''s Wang Li Li, it''s not under all kinds of speculation.


    Lee Myung Bak''s name, in the mouth of others, seems to be a sacred and inviolable existence. Even when Joe mentioned it carefully.


    Lee Myung Bak is a legend in Shengguang. Even Yang Peiqing, all feel that he knows gradually away, far away in the other side of life.


    This is the first time that I heard other people mention Lee Myung Bak in an ordinary tone, even with slight disdain. That Lee Myung Bak, there''s that one in front.


    Yan Cheng directly hit the heart, Yang Peiqing listen to Yan Cheng disdain tone, but no anger what, in the heart is more stable. Also suddenly don''t want to deny, Yancheng is such ability, let you face yourself.


    Slightly nodded, "well." Yang Peiqing''s concise but firm answer reached Yancheng''s ears.


    I think of that handsome boy who is as bright as the moon, who has the same perfect appearance as myself, but whose life is brighter and more inspirational than myself.


    Yan Cheng''s lips slowly raised, casually asked: "do you like that Lee Myung Bak?"


    Is still slightly disdainful tone, Lee Myung Bak in front of that to represent. But let Yang Peiqing inexplicable peace of mind down, the first time also want to be honest with their heart.


    "I don''t know. I just want to follow him. Maybe it''s too bright, so people can''t help but want to follow it. Besides, I owe him a life-saving favor. "


    Yang Peiqing looks at Yan Cheng, but he is recalling the boy in his eyes.


    Yan Cheng''s mouth with Yang Peiqing''s words curved deeper and deeper, even slightly lines are out, with vicissitudes.


    "Isn''t that what I like? There''s no excuse for self deception. " Yancheng''s voice has changed a lot in the past half year.


    The original clear voice, has gradually mellow up, with gradually mature man charm. The subwoofer hits the heart, leaving you nowhere to run.


    This is the first time that someone has said it to themselves. Don''t you like Lee Myung Bak? In a trance, with a firm penetration into his heart.


    For countless times in the future, Yan Cheng asked himself why he wanted to like Lee Myung Bak. But this time, it was Yang Peiqing''s clear record. Even after a long time, I remember what kind of firm tone Yan Cheng used to tell himself that you just like Lee Myung Bak.


    With Yang Peiqing''s stunned look, the sky finally darkened. Only a contour and a pair of bright eyes are still looking at themselves.


    All of a sudden, Yancheng is very annoying. Hate to see Yang Peiqing such eyes, clear let oneself have no escape eyes.


    He held out his hand and covered Yang Peiqing''s eyes. Yan Cheng choked, just smoke with a strong smell of tobacco from the chest inside out.


    Yang Peiqing''s eyes are completely dark. The last one is Yan Cheng''s eyes, which are also clear but slightly confused.


    Her eyelashes in his palm is also very uneasy blink, feel the soft waxy touch in his hands swing, with the heart of the ripples.


    Yan Cheng, suddenly felt. He was destined to be entangled with Yang Peiqing, and in the end he was doomed to be tragic.


    The girl whose heart beats for the first time, the girl who occasionally thinks about. So straightforward said to himself, like this thing, Yan Cheng face unchanged, expression did not move, but with a slightly sour heart.


    The son of heaven, there will always be a person to clean up. God never likes to make a person feel better.


    Heavy cough a few times, Yancheng just feel the strong smell of tobacco, as if his lungs to choke out.


    Another hand, Yan Cheng covers his mouth. Shoulder in the weak shrug, with his constant cough, dyed back to the black hair in the dark inside vibration.Yang Peiqing let Yan Cheng cover his eyes and did not move, listening to the intense cough in his ear. In the heart slightly sighed a breath, then stretched out a hand, accurately fumbled to Yan Cheng''s shoulder to pat lightly.


    It''s like when I was very young, my mother touched me gently.


    With Yang Peiqing''s rhythmic gentle clapping, Yancheng also gradually quieted down. Cough also stopped, only the hand is still weak in the corner of the mouth.


    Yan Cheng''s side head is tiny, looking at the white hand like Cong Yu that puts on his shoulder, suddenly feel sad. Then let go of Yang Peiqing''s hand in front of her eyes and resolutely said, "get up, I''ll take you back."


    When Yang Peiqing opened her eyes, it was still dark outside. After everything returned to his eyes, what he saw was Yan Cheng''s figure standing up, almost melting into the darkness.


    Inexplicably thought of, two people in here at the time of the first meeting that meaning disorderly love of kiss. Or green Yan City, met at that time suddenly Yang Peiqing. They didn''t have any emotion. They didn''t even know each other.


    It''s just a kiss. Now Yang Peiqing thinks it''s incredible. Shaking his head, he quickly throws this beautiful idea out of his mind. Yang Peiqing looks at Yan Cheng with clear eyes.


    Follow Yan Cheng to walk out from the familiar back door, the Harley motorcycle with black atmosphere still stops there. It''s like there''s no such a long time between them. They are just like new acquaintances.


    "Do you want to try?" Yan Cheng takes the motorcycle helmet and looks at Yang Peiqing.


    I still remember the girl who was flying on the motorcycle and controlling the direction in her hand wantonly. This is where Yang Peiqing completely attracted Yan Cheng.


    The place, time and characters are all the same, but there is always a feeling that things are right and people are wrong. Yan Cheng can''t help but ask, just like Yang Peiqing, who was a long time ago, timidly asked if she could give her a try.


    Yang Peiqing obviously remembered the past of the two people, and naturally raised a soft smile at the corner of his mouth. Looking at the motorcycle in my pupils, I still have a little yearning, but I still shake my head.


    "I haven''t got a driver''s license recently. I haven''t got one."


    Strictly speaking, Yang Peiqing''s age of study is relatively early. The habit at home has always been to calculate the age by imaginary year, so in the real sense, Yang Peiqing is not 18 years old.


    This year is just 17 years old, and this kind of motorcycle now needs a motor vehicle driver''s license. Yang Peiqing doesn''t have it at all, and it''s impossible to have it. Now if you tell Yang''s father that you want to ride a bike or a motorcycle, I''m afraid they will all faint.


    , whose eyes as like as two peas, still appear to be seen in the same scene. With the appearance of Yang Peiqing''s words, the final light faded from his eyes.


    There are so many reasons. A year ago, Yang Peiqing was even smaller. At that time, he could fly carefree. Now, after all, it''s just a reason to shirk.


    When Yang Peiqing''s words stopped, they looked at each other in silence. Originally just a little better atmosphere and again rigid, only the heavy condensation of the air.


    Yancheng didn''t say more, long leg a cross signal Yang Peiqing up, Yang Peiqing also silent put on the helmet.


    Summer evening wind, blowing on the body, but still with temperature. Looking up in the car, the wind calms the whole heart.


    The roar of motorcycles cut through the quiet summer evening, and the low voice came to his chest with a slight resonance.


    The evening wind has blown Yang Peiqing''s long hair. She didn''t cut her hair, but at most she had to trim the tail. Now long hair has been able to fall to the buttocks above, a lot of black and shiny long hair set off the girl''s white and childish face.


    Eighteen or nine year old girl, is already budding flowers, with a slightly mature temptation, as well as green and astringent branches. Graceful, unruly, this sentence Yancheng always feel the most appropriate to describe a girl.


    The so-called Yi people are on the water side.


    My fair lady is a gentleman.


    The ancients knew to find beauty and pursue love, not to mention today''s people. Young is the purest.


    Waiting for the familiar downstairs, I found that the scene was a little familiar. I remembered that Yancheng often came to see me off before, and now it''s like a dream.


    "Here I am. Thank you for bringing me back." Yang Peiqing jumped out of the car and said to Yan Cheng, taking down his helmet.


    Yancheng''s long legs are supported on the ground, supporting the motorcycle obliquely. But she is handsome and straight. After listening to Yang Peiqing''s words, she slightly raised her eyebrows: "Yang Peiqing, your words are really unchanged for thousands of years."