There was a traffic accident on the highway into the city, and the cars were waiting in a long line. Old Yan stretched out his head to take a look, and then said: "Oh, Mr. Lu, this traffic jam will probably last for a while." The retired veteran's voice was a bit loud, and before Blake Lu could stop him, Henry Gu was awakened by a start. He sat up and looked out the window, and asked a very unnecessary question that was obviously not awake yet: "Traffic jam?"
His voice was very pleasant, as clean and gentle as his personality, mixed with the hoarseness from dreams. In this narrow space inside the car, it had a wonderful appeal - I didn't know if it could infect Old Yan, but it was clearly effective in attacking the president.
"Sleep a little longer." Blake Lu reached out his hand calmly and pulled up the blanket on him.
"I'm not going to sleep anymore." Henry Gu unscrewed a bottle of water, drank half of it in one breath, and said with a hint of depression, "I just dreamed about Zhang Dashu." So I'd better stay awake.
Blake Lu: ...
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