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Chapter 1 We Are Not Together Later

There will be a flight taking off or landing at Zhengzhou International Airport every half an hour.The din of planes taking off and landing accompanied by the melodious voice of the female announcer from the loudspeaker in the waiting hall will always remind people of something. The restless mood is associated with youth and frivolity, with ups and downs, with tears and Smiling, after a youthful escape from famine, eventually becomes lazy and numb.So, when the pedestrians in the South China Sea and the North gradually blurred into my sight that day, I subconsciously glanced at the cartoon watch on my wrist—this old antique, which is a bit childish and worn out, but still reports the exact time to me:
25:[-] p.m.

If the flight is not delayed, that is to say, I will be able to see Xiao Jiayi in 10 minutes.

I suddenly felt that there was a curve cutting my face, and then I remembered that the curve had a very beautiful name, it is called a masked smile.

Actually, I didn't invent this word, it was Tang Qiming.When he said this word, he even exaggeratedly pasted a blank sheet of paper on his face. Those who didn't know it thought my smile was withered and my face was ashen.Therefore, it is obvious that Tang Qiming is attacking me personally.I am not Huang Gai, why should I be willing to fight and suffer.Of course, I have counter-attacked him more than once. As soon as I saw the scar on his arm, I poured cold water on him with sarcasm, and I turned around and ran away without a word like a deflated balloon. Buy jujube yogurt to gag me!Facts have proved that Tang Qiming also has weaknesses.No matter how powerful and domineering a person is, they are as fragile as thin ice in front of their weaknesses, vulnerable to a single blow.

However, Tang Qiming never talked to me about the origin of the little finger-length scar on his left arm, and I didn't bother to ask, even if it was murder and arson, it was all his past.Since it's the past, I don't need to pick that scar apart to see clearly.

Everyone has their own little secret.

Since a secret is a secret, it naturally has its own reasons for existence.

The evening sun shone lazily on me, and I looked out of the window against the light, and I happened to see myself in the floor-to-ceiling window, with short hair, a white shirt, blue ink jeans, and white canvas shoes.If the chest dared to be flatter, I would never admit that it was a girl, even if I was beaten to death, I would not admit it!
Think about it, Xiao Jiayi and I haven't seen each other for four years.

In the past four years, Qingshui Hutong has long been replaced by all high-rise buildings, and even the name of the community has kept up with the pace of the times. It is modern and fashionable, and the good name is Manhattan.Those who didn't know thought it was the corner of the United States.But I still call it Qingshui Hutong, although the bricks and tiles bearing the traces of the years have been pulled out for reuse, and even the two big sycamore trees at the entrance of the Hutong have gloriously become two stumps with white hair. The gray old man polished the two tree stumps into a chessboard, and the general enjoyed eating horses every day.

I rarely go back to Qingshui Hutong.

Busy is just an excuse.The more reason is that I don't want to see Jiang Caiwen.From the day I went to college, the relationship between me and her was nothing more than 1000 yuan a month for living expenses.Don't get me wrong, she didn't give it to me, but I gave it to her.At the beginning of every month, I would go back to Qingshui Hutong, put the money in front of her, wait for her to count it, turn around and leave.There was not a single word in the whole process, it was like spies secretly meeting each other, knowing each other well.

Sometimes I also want to walk around Qingshui Hutong, looking for the remaining memories in the alleys that have passed by.The memories rooted in the bottom of my heart will not be discarded with the change of time, so, many times, those imprints of the past burn deep or shallow in my heart, and this pain also makes me unable to complete this circle. .

Life is originally a brand.

From the day we were born, this imprint has come into the world with us, and as we stumble through the annual rings of the years, that imprint will also grow along with it and cannot be wiped out.No matter how much we pay, how much sacrifice we make, that brand is like our shadow standing in the sun, it always follows you, and you have to face it.

Tang Qiming's text message interrupted my memory: "Do you want braised fish or boiled fish for dinner?"

Tang Qiming will always be Tang Qiming.No matter what it is, he will leave me with a choice.It's like a multiple-choice question, the options are only A and B, and there is no correct answer.So, on the face of it, I have enough options!However, no matter whether I choose A or B, the ending will be in Tang Qiming's grasp, just like the day we first met, Tang Qiming asked me: "Should I live in the big bedroom on the east side or the small bedroom on the west side? It will be you in the future." Should I do the dishes while cooking, or should I do the cooking after you do the dishes?"

It was at this time that Xiao Jiayi's voice sounded in my ears, he said: "Jiang Hui, I didn't expect it was really you..."

My thumb, which was pressing the keyboard of the mobile phone, trembled, and then I raised my head and saw Xiao Jiayi, whom I hadn't seen in four years, his face was full of joy, and the dimples on his face seemed to be the result of that joy. The flowers are average.He has grown taller, a full head taller than me. He is wearing a beige plaid shirt, paired with light blue jeans, and is dragging a black suitcase behind him.He grinned at me and said, "Jiang Hui, long time no see!"

My mind ran through a series of plots, just like in romance novels or TV dramas, the hero and heroine ignore everything in the noisy crowd, it is best to add some lingering music, the two look at each other and hug each other Yes, and then squeeze a few tears to express how much I miss you.I even prepared my emotions, but just when I was about to throw myself into Xiao Jiayi's arms for a hug, Tang Qiming's phone call came like reincarnation.I wanted to hang up the phone immediately and continue to relive the scene of the long-lost reunion, but my fingers trembled in disbelief, and then I heard a gentle voice from the other end of the phone: "Miss Jiang Hui, your blank text message What do you mean? Do you want braised fish or boiled fish?!"

Xiao Jiayi's third sentence rang in my ears when I hung up the phone. He looked at me with a smile in his eyes. I couldn't tell the truth from his smile, but I heard him say: "Is it your boyfriend?! He treats you so well!"

I was silent for three seconds.Three seconds later, I heard myself say, "No!"

I spoke uprightly, my face didn't blush, my heart didn't beat, and my waist was very straight, as if I was telling the truth, but I really didn't lie, Tang Qiming is really not my boyfriend.

Xiao Jiayi smiled, and the smile was even brighter. Before I could react, I was hugged in his arms.He inserted his fingers into my short hair and fiddled casually. I could feel his breath floating around my earlobe and on my neck. It was tickling, like a kitten scratching someone. I wanted to reach out. Come and hug him, I have thought about this idea for many years.

Whether you call me nasty or mean, I won't make excuses.I just want to hug him, when I was driven out of the house by Jiang Caiwen, when I lost a month's living expenses, when I was laughed at by my classmates... in so many days without anything to rely on, in so many times stained by tears In the late night of the pillow, I just want to hold him, just want to hold the last warmth in this lonely and cold world...

It's just that I have never hugged him for so many years.

And at this moment, he was standing in front of me, and he was hugging me.

I feel that my arms are slowly stretching out, like a slow-moving movie, each movement takes a very long time to complete, but just when they are about to touch Xiao Jiayi's cotton shirt , when I touched the warmth that I had imagined countless times, I suddenly felt that my hands were bearing the weight of a thousand pieces of gold. No matter how hard I struggled, they finally fell down heavily...

Falling together, and my tears.

Of course, Xiao Jiayi didn't see me crying, he continued to hold me in his arms, continued to stroke my hair, his lips were close to my earlobe, and asked me as if talking about love: "Jiang Hui, what's the matter with you?" How are you in the year?!"

I said I'm fine.After I finished speaking, I broke free from his arms.It's not that I don't like him holding me in his arms, but that I am no longer worthy of his warm embrace.

When Tang Qiming called again, Xiao Jiayi and I were sitting on the bus bound for Qingshui Hutong.There were very few passengers on the bus, except for two gray-haired old ladies, Xiao Jiayi and I were the only ones left.We sat in the last row. At the beginning, we chatted about each other's lives without talking about topics, but when we asked questions, we couldn't help but choose to remain silent.Tang Qiming's phone call came in at this time, and the mobile phone in my pocket broke the silence in the car with a "boom" like a bomb, and even the two dozing old ladies opened their doors in a daze. My eyes were closed, and I looked at me with cloudy eyes, as if I saw the dawn of revolution, and I almost shed tears.It's not because of how beautiful I am, but because my cell phone rings vigorously playing "Defend the Yellow River", although in this ever-changing world, this song has already grown a lot of years However, no matter how old the time is, the spirit of revolution will not be lost.

It took me a lot of effort to get my phone out.It's not because I'm stupid, but because I keep my phone too secretive, and I can't blame me for it, who makes this era full of thieves!Those who cut pockets, plagiarize, plagiarize, steal their hearts...they are thieves wherever they go!I have suffered, and I know how much I have to pay for "carelessness".I paid this price once, and I don't have the ability to pay it a second time, so I can only be cautious and cautious, and put my phone where thieves can't steal it.

I turned my face away and pressed the answer button. My palms were covered with sweat. I tried to lower my voice and said, "What's wrong?"

Tang Qiming seemed to be still in the kitchen, because I clearly heard the sound of frying on the other end of the phone, "Miss Jiang Hui, where are you?"

I told the truth, "Send my friend home."

"Then, I'll wait for you to come back for dinner!" After I finished speaking, I heard a "boom" from the other end of the phone. Obviously, Tang Qiming turned off the gas stove.He has always had a rule of thumb for cooking, that is to control the temperature of the fire. Whether it is porridge, stew or stir-fry, he can accurately control the temperature of the fire, and it is not too warm.In this way, the cooked food is not only full of color, fragrance and taste, but also the nutrients will not be lost. This is his own words.I have sneered at his "cooking rules" more than once, "Isn't it just to solve the problem of eating, as for such rigorous excellence!" In my eyes, as long as there is no hunger or cold, that is happiness.

I don't have so many extravagant desires, I'm just a small person, I don't use cosmetics that cost hundreds of dollars a set, and I don't wear designer clothes that cost thousands of dollars a piece. I can't even distinguish the logos of BMW and Mercedes-Benz. I only remember the route of the No. 2 bus, the billboards at every stop, and the scenery everywhere.

After hanging up the phone, I realized Xiao Jiayi was looking at me, the car window was open, his short hair was rippling in the breeze, he smiled at me, his gaze slowly shifted from my body to the car window flashing behind me Tall buildings and crowds.After a long time, I heard him murmuring to himself: "I really miss those young days. Even though we are naive and ignorant, we won't bear so much pain, and we won't understand that it's gone forever. Truth, all the tears and pain will be forgotten after one night. But now, we have grown up, we understand that the world is far away, we understand that time is gone, and all we have left is our exhausted nostalgia..."

During the whole process, he has been trying his best to suppress his emotions. I clearly saw his lips turn white between the teeth. Later, when the dam he worked so hard to build met my eyes It suddenly disintegrated, and his eyes were dimmed instantly, as if covered in a layer of fog. He bit his lip and looked at me with restraint, and said, "Jiang Hui, my grandma passed away..."

Xiao Jiayi's voice is extremely low, I really hope I heard it wrong, so maybe I won't see Xiao Jiayi sobbing so sadly.

It was the first time I saw him cry.

He leaned his head on the car seat, tears rolled down, and he said: "I will never have the chance to hold her hand through several alleys to buy snacks; The wrinkles on her face made fun of her; I never even had a chance to see her again, never again..."

I tried to hold back my tears, and said, "Jiayi, you'll get better, everyone will get better..."

After finishing these words, my tears still fell, the scenery outside the car window became blurred in an instant, even Xiao Jiayi in front of me also became blurred, I stretched out my hand and groped in the car for a long time, I just grabbed Xiao Jiayi's hand.His hands were extremely cold, I held his hands in my palm and held them tightly, I was so eager to warm his hands and give him all the warmth left on my body.

Xiao Jiayi stopped crying, he smiled dryly at me, wiped away the tears on my face, his eyes were pure and bright, and the deep black pupils flickered, he said: "Jiang Hui, promise me, don't leave me, okay?" OK, okay?"

The bus arrived at this time. I withdrew my hand from his palm, then stood up and got off the bus.

Xiao Jiayi followed behind me, he kept looking at me, waiting for my answer, but I didn't say a word.We sat on a bench in Qingshui Hutong, and in the luxuriously decorated Nike store on the street, we sang Liu Ruoying's "Later We Were Not Together". The ending with Xiao Jiayi, we were not together later.

(End of this chapter)