My girlfriend who has been running for ten years is getting married tomorrow

Chapter 21 Let's Elope With Love (2)
She was fiddling with the lemonade glass in her hand, with a helpless smile on the corner of her mouth, thoughtful but silent. I really wanted to explore her inner thoughts, but in the end I didn't ask.

The chef brought up two steaks, placed them in front of each of them, and said to me, "Hi, I'm going to take off the lid."

I looked at him blankly, not knowing what he had to do with me when he lifted the cover.

The cook looked at me, too, with that unpleasant politeness and composure.

"Sorry, I'm going to take the lid off." He repeated.

I guessed that I might have done something wrong, but I couldn't think of it for a while, at this moment Ling Yiyao made a relief and said, "Let me uncover it first."

She unfolded the red napkin in front of her face, the chef opened the lid, and the oil stars splashed everywhere, and the red napkin was splashed with dark spots of oil one by one. She didn't take the napkin out until the hot steak gradually calmed down. down.

I just remembered that I knew this step before, but I had already forgotten it completely after staying at the seaside for a long time.I painted a gourd like a gourd, imitated her appearance, and barely survived this embarrassing moment.

Before leaving, the chef glanced at Ling Yiyao, and then at me. There was only professional humility on his indifferent face, but for some reason, I was overthinking it for no apparent reason.

His situation is not necessarily better than mine. Regardless of income or status, at most the working environment is more comfortable than outdoor construction.But people are like this, looking up to the strong in the food chain, crowding out the same kind, and trampling the weak. Only when you are frustrated, you will long for the sympathy and pity of others, and forget your own indifference and snobbery.

I helped Ling Yiyao cut the steak into small pieces, with a fork in my left hand and a knife in my right, being a little clumsy with care.She looked curiously and joked, "You seem to be operating on a steak."

I asked in shame, "Isn't it embarrassing?"

"No, it's fun." She smiled happily.

I stayed with her that night in the little den we used to run together.As before, we cleaned the unoccupied room for the entire winter vacation together, made the bed quilt together, took turns taking showers, and finally kissed and made love on the bed.I invaded her body a little arrogantly, she seemed to feel my emotions, bit her lip and endured silently, but when I was about to withdraw and put on the condom, she put her arms around my neck and said in a low voice: "It's inside .”

I asked, "Is there a safe period?"

She whispered, "No."

I looked into her eyes, her gaze was firm, her fingers gripped my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into her skin, as if she had decided to burn the boat and never look back.

It was past eleven o'clock in the night, and neither of us fell asleep. We were holding hands in bed and talking as before.The ceiling above my head is a pattern of blue and white, just like the patterns I saw in a kaleidoscope when I was a child. Reflecting the dim light outside the window, I even had an illusion, as if these patterns suddenly came to life, turning slowly like gears.

I asked, "Why do many girls dream of flower shops?"

She put her legs on me and said: "Girls will imagine that they are the protagonists of a movie. A flower shop is the most suitable. They must have temperament, love and love, and there will be romantic encounters. But , the men who buy flowers either have girlfriends or wives, apart from being mistresses, there is no chance for them to have a romantic encounter."

"Then what would your ideal job be like?"

"Open a bookstore with music, coffee, and internet cable, and sell postcards."

"Why open a bookstore?"

She thought for a while and said: "It's simple and easy. Spreading science and culture is still a good thing. Even if there is no business for a day, when I look at the shelves full of books in the bookstore, I will mistakenly think that the day is going well." It’s very fulfilling—at least it’s more fulfilling than sitting in an office building for a day.”

"If you have the opportunity to watch a stinky ditch or wild wasteland become flat in your hands, and then build tall buildings brick by brick, or pave roads that stretch for hundreds of miles inch by inch, you will know what it means 'Sense of accomplishment'."

Ling Yiyao turned his head and looked into my eyes, and asked seriously: "Could it be that you went to Xinjiang to do engineering just to pursue this sense of accomplishment?"

"Of course not," I immediately denied, "The sense of accomplishment is the sense of accomplishment, but no one likes to ask for trouble, and I have never liked this business. This time I moved all my family savings out to invest in stocks and worked hard to gamble Once you finish this trip, you will stop, and you will never float outside again."

She sat up in amazement, and beat me hard a few times: "Are you crazy? What if you lose the bet?"

I was asked all of a sudden, because I am full of enthusiasm for money and wealth, like a very hungry monkey, daring to grab a wild fruit on the edge of a cliff.I didn't answer her, just hugged her in my arms, buried my face in her soft long hair and breathed, a burst of fear surged into my heart.

What if I lose the bet?
Maybe I will die and leave this stinky skin on the Gobi Desert in Xinjiang to feed wild dogs.

It was at this time that her mother suddenly called.Ling Yiyao motioned me to keep quiet, then turned on the desk lamp, and answered the call nervously, and I could clearly hear the voice on the other end.Her mother asked her if she had settled down well, where she had dinner, and when she was going to work, and finally said excitedly: "Luo Tingyu is really a nice kid, I sent you to Nanjing specially today, and brought me a souvenir from Nanjing when I came back." Salted duck is really sensible and hardworking.”

Ling Yiyao gave me an embarrassed look, and said perfunctorily, "Oh."

Her mother said again: "If you and that Lu Qinyang break up, then break up. Don't have any more contact with each other. If you get entangled, it will cause gossip. This Luo Tingyu's conditions are good, and he knows everything. No matter how you two get along, call more often. Or chatting online, there will always be feelings."

Ling Yiyao just responded humbly, not daring to look up at me.

After hanging up the phone, Ling Yiyao turned over and hugged me, rubbing against my chest, telling me not to mind.I was very depressed, and even felt that lying on this bed was a very immoral thing. I said, "Why are you hiding so many things from me now?"

Ling Yiyao said: "Do you think I'm willing to hide so many things? My mother asked me if I had a bus ticket, but I couldn't get it out, so she asked Luo Tingyu to send me off. I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you would think too much and would not come to Nanjing to find me. .”

But my miserable pride kicked in again, thinking about her and that guy in that nice car, and me sitting on the coach like an idiot.I didn't mean to blame her, I just hated myself for why I was always at a disadvantage, and why those people insisted on plundering like this.

Ling Yiyao comforted, swore, and even teased me non-stop.In the past, when she made me angry, as long as she teased and tickled me like this, I would turn over and throw her down, and a small conflict would disappear.

Unfortunately, it didn't work this time.

She thought for a moment, turned over and lay on my chest, and said, "Lu Qinyang, if someone doesn't come to see me next month, I hope you will come back as soon as possible no matter how far away or how busy you are, okay?"

I suddenly became nervous and asked, "Who? The one named Luo?"

She said calmly: "My great aunt."

I didn't react for a while, and she added: "Or I'll find you."

It was only at this time that I came to my senses, and I hugged her into my arms, wishing I could suffocate her.

Ling Yiyao, Ling Yiyao, I like you so much that I want to die for you, I want to give you every penny I earn, and I want you to never be wronged in this life.I don't want to go far away, I don't want to be wandering, I don't want to be lost every morning when I open my eyes, not knowing where she is and how she is feeling.

During the entire Spring Festival holiday, Ling Yiyao had trouble sleeping and eating. That day she was finally able to sleep on my arm, soundly like a baby.But I stayed up all night, not because I stayed in a fixed sleeping position for too long, but because I was blocked by my mind and didn't know what to do in the future.With the glimmer of light coming in from the window, I looked at Ling Yiyao's delicate and peaceful face, and my heart was mixed with sourness and sweetness. I was glad that I had such a brave and persistent relationship with a girl, and felt sorry for her who was so desperate and reckless with me. Walk.

The next morning, before Ling Yiyao woke up, I carefully locked the door and went out to buy fresh vegetables at the farmer's market.When I returned to my residence, I took a long detour, opened the door of a nearby pharmacy, bought a box of emergency contraceptives, and bought a large bottle of vitamin E at the instigation of the shopping guide.

Back in the den, Ling Yiyao was drying the quilts on the balcony. She was wearing a goose yellow cotton nightdress, bathed in the warm winter sun, illuminating the originally poorly lit room.She turned to look at me and asked, "Are you going to cook today?"

"Of course," I put down the vegetables in my hand, walked over to put my arms around her waist, and swayed like coaxing a child, "I learned a few seafood recipes at the beach last year, and today I bought fresh seafood Let me report, I will make you spicy flower crab, braised shrimp in oil, stewed egg with sesame shrimp paste, and fish cubes with chopped peppers."

"No vegetables?" She frowned.

"Yes, kelp..."

She laughed and punched my chest with a fist.

However, when I stuffed the small pill box into her palm, she carefully read the small words on it and looked at me with puzzled eyes.I just don't want her to fight her parents in such a decisive way, but before I explain, she nodded, put the medicine box in her pocket, and said, "Okay, I'll boil some water later before taking the medicine. "

I handed over the bottle of vitamin E and said, "The doctor said this can reduce damage to the body."

"Got it." She just put the bottle on the edge of the table and went to the bathroom to wash up.

I stayed in Nanjing for only one day before going to Xinjiang. Ling Yiyao sent me to Nanjing Railway Station, but she couldn't even enter the waiting hall, and the two separated hastily at the security checkpoint.I wanted to turn around and say goodbye to her, but the entrance was crowded with too many passengers and staff, we could only watch through the long passage, and finally made gestures, and the two of them stood inside and outside the glass curtain wall.

I don't like Nanjing Station, and I hate all the garbage regulations that are against humanity for the convenience of management.

We couldn't hear each other and had to talk on the phone face to face, like prisoners and visitors.Perhaps most lovers are like this. They have been together for too long and feel that they have nothing to talk to each other. They don’t know how to spend the time. Only when they parted did they realize that every minute and every second is precious enough to put a price on it.

She said: "I packed all the important things in my bag yesterday, and I plan to take you all the way to the platform. Maybe I will jump on the train as soon as I grit my teeth and go to Xinjiang with you."

Listening to her childish words, I couldn't help laughing and said, "Are you trying to elope with me?"

But she put her small face close to the glass and said seriously: "I'm not joking, I really thought about it, and I can do it too."

I stretched out my finger and scratched the glass, the way I used to scrape the tip of her nose.

When the ticket gate notified the ticket gate, I breathed on the glass and wrote two reverse characters: "Wait for me."

The moment I waved to her, there was no expression on her delicate face, but the tears rolled down unstoppably, like the dew that the lotus leaves can't hold in summer.At this moment, those ideals and ambitions became ridiculous. I just wanted to hug her again, but I was powerless.I didn't look back, and I didn't dare to look back. I could only carry my heavy luggage, mixed in the crowd, and embarked on an exhausting journey.

From Nanjing to Urumqi, a total of 41 hours, I fell asleep and woke up, woke up and slept, dreaming all kinds of dreams.

One of the dreams was the strangest.

At that time, a conductor was pushing a trolley to sell snacks and drinks. I just fell asleep in a daze and had a very strange dream.I dreamed that I was back when I was 16 years old. Ling Yiyao and Ling Yiyao were still strangers. She walked towards Wenjin Bridge with a faint smile on her lips.I stepped forward and stopped her, and said loudly: "Ling Yiyao, we will be together in the future, ten years, we will get married in the future!"

Ling Yiyao was still the little girl with ponytails and a smooth forehead. She angrily called me a rogue, and she was going to sue me at the Political and Education Office.Many classmates were watching the fun, even Da Qiao and Zi Shi were laughing at me, I was very angry and told them it was true, just wait and see if you don’t believe me.

After a while, Yao Qiansui ran over from a long distance with a stick in his hand, and I was so scared that I ran away.It stands to reason that people in dreams don't run fast, but I ran so fast that I could even feel my hair hissing as the wind pulled it.I just keep running like that, I feel like I will spend my whole life running, I am very happy, I want to laugh out loud.

This dream is as long as a complete and lengthy movie.

The voices of the passengers next to me talking and laughing suddenly increased, and I suddenly woke up from the dream, and found that the conductor was still pushing the car towards here, and the distance was no more than five meters.

I suddenly remembered an old and pessimistic story: a sleepless night.

Lu Sheng of the Tang Dynasty was depressed and frustrated, so he went to Beijing to rush for the exam, but his fame was not achieved.On the way home, I stayed at an inn in Handan. The owner was cooking yellow rice. The Taoist Lu Weng borrowed a porcelain pillow for Lu Sheng to sleep on.Afterwards, Lu Sheng went smoothly. Not only did he marry a beautiful wife, but he was also admitted to Jinshi, and he rose to the top of the sky.From a young official to a prime minister, he was named the Duke of Yan, honored his ancestors, and sheltered his descendants.At the age of eighty, on the day when he died, he suddenly woke up, only to find that he was still sleeping in a hotel in Handan, in common clothes, and the owner's rice had not yet been cooked.

And now I am that sad Lu Sheng.

I really hope that I have been living in that dream all my life, being chased by Yao Qiansui, desperately fleeing for my life, all the students in the school are laughing, a large group of people are standing darkly on the balcony of the teaching building and on the side of the road, as if they are watching The 3000-meter long-distance race at the sports meeting.At that time, I was still a brave boy, and Ling Yiyao was also a shy and quiet girl. All our love was hidden in the silent smiles that we passed each other again and again.

(End of this chapter)