"Ask." Sun Wenqu glanced at him.

"Qu." Ma Liang finished speaking.

"Can't you just talk?" Sun Wenqu couldn't help but be happy.

"Call the name seems to be very serious," Ma Liang also laughed, and then smiled again, "I want me, I said, you go and admit it to the old man, that's a mistake, you can do it."

"What's wrong?" Sun Wenqu stepped on the brakes and parked the car in the middle of the road. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with men? I don't want to make pottery? I don't like those bottles, plates, and jars? I've been in the ravine for three years and am still wrong?"

"I'm not, it's not that..." Ma Liang was even more unscrupulous when he was thrusting.

"I know what you mean," Sun Wenqu drove the car forward again, "Don't he just think I'm not a good weapon? I can't become the kind of weapon he wants, can't he do it?"

Ma Liang sighed, touched his pocket and stopped.

"I want to thrust," said Sun Wenqu, "the window opens."

"It's not me, you," Ma Liang took out a cigarette and lit a slut, "You don't want to be him, you don't want to be the kind of equipment he wants, you don't have it, you don't have it... anything else."

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything for a long time, and turned his head and looked at Ma Liang seriously: "You have to blame for your words."

It was originally a four or five-hour drive, but the road was broken, and the car drove until the afternoon before reaching Sun Wenqu’s own residence.

Ma Liang didn't tell anyone about what he came back this time, so there was no lively scene where he came back before, and he would have brought him the crowd.

Although Sun Wenqu didn't like the group of people blew and pulled at the table, he suddenly felt a little deserted when standing in his room.

After walking around the house, I was stunned in the living room and didn't know what to do.

"I'm cleaning up." Ma Liang said.

"I saw it, but it was not falling into dust." Sun Wenqu scratched the table with his fingers, which was very clean.

"Give it to you the key," Ma Liang took out the key he left before entering the mountain to practice and put it on the table. "If you remember that set, remember to come back."

"Hmm?" Sun Wenqu glanced at him.

He had two sets of keys. Before leaving, he gave one to Ma Liang and the other to Li Bowen.

"I want to come back," said Ma Liang, "or change it, change the lock."

"Have he brought people?" Sun Wenqu asked and entered the bedroom. It was obvious that Ma Liang had changed the table and quilt covers. He opened the cabinet and looked at it. In addition to the clothes he had not taken away, there were two sets of women's skirts. He took them out and threw them on the sofa in the living room. "Fuck, why didn't you throw them away?"

"Save it for your attention." Ma Liang said.

Sun Wenqu checked it twice, but no other discoveries were found. It was probably because Ma Liang had to clean it up.

"Where is my old phone?" he asked Ma Liang.

Ma Liang took out his cell phone from the drawer under the coffee table and handed it to him. He had already charged and turned on the phone.

He took the phone and was about to dial, but Ma Liang stopped him: "First, have dinner first, I'll treat you."

"Come on me?" Sun Wenqu smiled and put his phone in his pocket, "We're the two of us?"

"I'll give it to you if there are too few people... I'll find it to you again, find two inflatables, dolls," said Ma Liang, "One on one side."

"I think it's like," Sun Wenqu stretched, "I'll say it first. Although I haven't eaten good food for three years, I still won't go to the restaurants I've been tired of before."

"New." Ma Liang nodded.

Sun Wenqu went into the bathroom to take a shower, changed his clothes, looked in front of the mirror, and felt like he was reborn.

He couldn't bear to look in the mirror for more than three years in the valley.

Even this hairstyle has to be reworked. It was made in the barber shop in the town when I went to the nearby town with Manager Zhang. It exuded the magic of Master Wang from the entrance of the village.

"You drive," Sun Wenqu threw the Beetle's car key to Ma Liang when he went out, "I don't know the road anymore."

Ma Liang took the key and laughed twice.

"This car will be given to Sun Jiayue tomorrow. I won't drive this thing." Sun Wenqu walked out the door. His house was on the first floor. There was a small yard of seven or eight square meters outside the door. He planted a lot of flowers in the yard. He hasn't come back in the past three years. Ma Liang has taken good care of him and is still full of vitality.

"You drive a motorcycle?" Ma Liang asked, "or is it electric... bottle?"

"Can I walk?" Sun Wenqu said, thinking about it, then turned around and looked at him, "Forget it, I won't return the car to Sun Jiayue. She will definitely say if you don't want it, just throw it to the roadside. Keep the car and drive it."

Before Ma Liang could speak, Sun Wenqu walked out of the yard and was about to walk to the car when a female voice came from behind: "Sun Wenqu!"

Is there an acquaintance just now when I came back?

He turned his head and looked at the back. A woman was slowly walking towards him step by step. There was a man following behind him. He was quite tall, wearing a baseball cap and a pair of big headphones around his neck, so he couldn't see clearly.

"You are..." Sun Wenqu stared at the woman several times, wearing a pair of sunglasses that covered half of her face. The remaining half of her face was pretty, but her makeup was very thick, and she looked familiar, but she couldn't think of who it was.

"Look," the woman stood in front of him, hugged her arms and sneered, turned to the side and said to the person behind her, "I haven't seen you for many years, and your dad doesn't know me anymore."

Sun Wenqu was stunned for a moment, turned his head suddenly to look at Ma Liang: "What did this sister say?"
Chapter completed!