when i have experience

Chapter 284 Angola

The black Bentley sent Xu Yuxue home first, and then sent Yang Ling back to the house standing on the edge of the cliff in the middle of the mountain, and drove up the long uphill along the seashore. Habit.

Even if Chen Xing got his driver's license early, he would have earned enough money to buy the car he wanted, but he never thought about buying a four-wheeler except for the black and green Kawasaki Ninja.

A while ago, two cars appeared, a blue-and-white BMW motorcycle, and a yellow-and-black motorcycle shaped like a sailfish. She couldn’t find the trademark of this yellow-black motorcycle, so she searched it online. Can't find it either.

She doesn't usually drive up this uphill road in a four-wheeled vehicle. She either walks or sits on the back seat of Chen Xing's motorcycle, holding Chen Xing's waist. Oh, yes, she has ridden on Chen Xing's motorcycle before tricycle.

Chen Xing is the young man who can still ride a tricycle in this era.

Even driving up this uphill in a Bentley, Yang Ling is not used to it.

At the end of the long uphill, the black Bentley stopped in front of the seaside house. Yang Ling opened the door by herself with her schoolbag in one hand and walked out of the back seat. The driver saves one thing.

The black Bentley drove away, and Yang Ling looked at the house full of creepers. After summer, the flowers on the creepers had withered, and there were still some withered flowers remaining between the leaves, which made people recall The way it blooms in summer.

In autumn, the ivy turns orange-yellow, and the orange-yellow leaves wrap the whole house, as if wearing a piece of clothing for this lonely house standing by the sea to keep it away from loneliness.

In front of the house in orange clothes, stood a woman. The woman was looking up at the house. The woman's jet-black hair fell vertically, and the vertically falling black hair looked like a waterfall.

Yang Ling has only seen one woman with such black hair, and that is Ling Xin.

Yang Ling walked on the cobbled path, passed one after another black retro street lamps, walked to the door, and walked to Ling Xin's side.

It was still raining lightly in the sky, but it was much smaller than when we were in the cemetery. Even without an umbrella, it took a few seconds for a drop of rain to drip on us.

Seeing Yang Ling coming, Ling Xin, who had been looking up at the orange creeper, shifted her gaze to Yang Ling. The car she was sitting in drove directly to here, so she arrived earlier than Yang Ling.

Yang Ling cast her eyes on Ling Xin who turned her head to look at her. Compared with before, the mood in her heart had changed. Standing in front of her was not only Ling Xin who she liked before, but also her brother Chen Xing's girlfriend. .

For Chen Xing's girlfriend, this creature that she guessed might exist and will definitely exist in the future, Yang Ling's perception is not so good.

Sometimes when she thinks that there are other women who have a closer relationship with Chen Xing than she does, she will have a strange emotion in her heart, which makes her not think so well of Chen Xing's girlfriend.

But if you really want to say that she is worthy of the elder brother in her heart, isn't the woman in front of you synonymous with beauty?

That flawless face and figure, no matter family affairs or character, there are no shortcomings, even if she is a man, she will fall in love with her.

Apart from being a few years older than Chen Xing, Ling Xin didn't have any differences with Chen Xing.

But the only shortcoming that can be mentioned is, in Yangling's opinion, the advantage of attacking Chen Xing, because Chen Xing really doesn't seem to be interested in those young girls.

But when you think about it, Chen Xing is completely different from those of his age. He can manage his life in an orderly manner at a young age. His mental age is indeed much older than his peers.

Perhaps what surprised them the most about Chen Xing was that even though he was under a lot of pressure at a very young age, he was still the same as a big boy in life, only when he was doing things, he completely changed himself.

If Chen Xing's girlfriend had appeared before, Yang Ling might not have given her a good look, but at this time.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Yang Ling took out the key and opened the door, took Ling Xin's hand and walked into the house.

As early as when the funeral was over, Ling Xin told Yang Ling about it.

She is moving here to live.

And Yang Ling also agreed.

One of the reasons is to come to live with Yang Ling and take care of her until she finishes her third year of high school and is admitted to university.Yang Ling must not let Yang Ling spend this time alone, and there is no need to say more about another reason.

This is her boyfriend's home. Chen Xing said that she will move in sooner or later.

It's just that no one thought it would be like this, it would be this day.

"This is my brother's key, here it is for you." Yang Ling picked up a bunch of keys on the table in front of the sofa, and gave it to Ling Xin. This bunch of keys not only contained the keys to the house, but also the keys to three motorcycles. key.

Today is the second time she has given Chen Xing's key to someone else.

"Xiao Ling, are you unhappy? I'm Chen Xing's girlfriend." After telling everyone about her relationship with Chen Xing in the cemetery, Ling Xin held the key in her hand and asked Yang Ling, Chen Xing's younger sister. .

"If my brother's girlfriend always shows up one day, I'll be glad it's yours."

This is Yang Ling's answer.

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It is almost half a world away from the port city, on the land on the edge of the city of Luanda, the capital of a country called Angola.

A black woman took her daughter and met an acquaintance on the road. The black woman chatted with the acquaintance. There are vast fields on both sides of the road. These fields have traces of cultivated land, but the strange thing is that these good cultivated land are now abandoned. It was full of weeds.

Children are always less interested in chatting with adults. This is the case with the little girl being led by a black woman, wiggling her fat and short legs boredly.

The big eyes on the little girl's chubby face saw a bird. To be precise, it was not a bird, but a falcon. It was a juvenile peregrine falcon. The whites of the peregrine's eyes were only a small part, and most of them were black.

Peregrine falcons hopped in the fields beside the road, the national bird of the Angola country, which immediately attracted the little girl.

The little girl let go of her mother's hand with her fleshy hand, and walked towards the juvenile peregrine falcon in the field with her short legs.

The girl's mother was not aware of her daughter's departure, and was still chatting with her acquaintances.

It was not until the end of the chat with the acquaintance a few minutes later that the black woman realized that her daughter was missing. After looking around with her acquaintance, she saw her daughter in the field.

At this second, the black woman, the girl's mother, screamed out, her face full of fear.

(End of this chapter)