Zhang Dahai didn't know when he fell asleep. He only knew that there was an extra person on his shoulder when he woke up.
Still a man.
His back was soaked with sweat, and maybe it was also due to the dew. He didn't allow him to think too much. Zhang Dahai should have jumped up, swung his whip and hit the stranger twice to let him know how powerful he was.
But Zhang Dahai couldn't move. The man on his shoulders was sleeping deeply, as if he hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time. Zhang Dahai didn't want to wake him up.
The carriage continued to move on the dark official road.
Zhang Dahai has thought about what he would ask him when he wakes up countless times, "Who are you? Where do you come from? Why do you want to sleep next to me?"
These few words are always asked, and it's not too much to think about.
. . . . . .
Zhang Dahai felt a little regretful, "Then you have to answer my three questions first."
"Ask."
"Who are you? Where do you come from? Why do you sleep next to me?"
The man blurted out, "I'm Xiajiang Yuebai, from Jinzhou."
"One more question."
"Because I want to."
Zhang Dahai's face suddenly turned red and even felt a little hot. What kind of person would sleep next to a stranger just because he wanted to?
"I advise you to quit this habit as soon as possible." Zhang Dahai muttered.
The man looked back at him and smiled, "I quit this morning and I won't do it again."
Zhang Dahai thinks he looks handsome when he smiles, but he doesn't feel angry in his heart. Men usually get angry when they see other men who are more handsome than themselves, but Zhang Dahai doesn't. He thinks this man should be so handsome when he smiles, but he seldom smiles, and now he doesn't even say anything.
Intention: Dreams, friendship, love