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Chapter 15 Love is a burning lamp, we are all moths (1)

After all, life is gliding step by step.

Until Xiao Jiayi left, he never came to see me or send me a text message to say goodbye to me. I had "farewell" and "farewell" with him, but I just didn't say it. That's fine, I'm just a passerby in his life A, they broke up after passing by, but Tao Wanyi was different, they were a good match.

I still think so until now.At least, I couldn't go with him when he transferred to Guangzhou after the senior high school entrance examination, but Tao Wanyi did it, and when he dropped out of school and returned to Zhengzhou, she also skipped class and chased him back.

So, compared to Tao Wanyi, I have no capital, nothing.

I also didn't go to Jiang Caiwen's house to get what Xiao Jiayi left for me.As for what it is, the end result is the same whether I see it or not, so why should I let myself suffer a catastrophe exhausted physically and mentally.Life is already so difficult, some things should not be exposed, that's what Lin Youjia sang in "Lying".I heard this song on the side of the noisy road, and my footsteps stopped. Until the end of the music, I heard myself repeating the lyrics simply.

The heat in Zhengzhou is still unbearable. From morning to night, the air is only hot and dull.From the bottom of my heart, I longed for a downpour. Raindrops the size of peas would fall from the sky and hit people with crackles. It was enjoyable to think about.So every morning when I go to class, I look up at the blue sky. Occasionally, two gray sparrows will chase each other and fly in my sight. I pray in my heart: change the sky, let it rain.

People are always used to praying when they are in trouble, praying that there are gods or supernatural powers in this world who can save themselves from the dire straits.This kind of prayer more or less carries the helpless sorrow of fate. They hide this sorrow in their hearts, raise their hands, fingers together, and sincerely wait for the miracle in fate. laugh.

This group of people also includes me, but I hide in the crowd, and no one can see my pious appearance.

I think God must have heard my prayers and my cries day and night, that must be the case.On the fifth day after Xiao Jiayi left Zhengzhou, it began to rain heavily in Zhengzhou.The long-dreary world was instantly soaked by rain, and the whole world became dark. I grabbed my book and ran outside. Yang Shanshan called out behind me, "Jiang Hui, wait for me, wait for me."

I ignored her and ran out on my own. When I ran out of the gate of the teaching building, the chilly air approached my body, and rainwater splashed down on my head, shoulders, and body.I closed my eyes deeply, and plunged into the rain-drenched world.

I ran forward desperately, my mind was in a mess, I didn't know what I was thinking, Xiao Jiayi's appearance kept popping out of my mind, dangling in front of my eyes.I wanted to reach out and grab him, but what awaited me was a fading vision.Later, I knelt on the ground exhausted, tears mixed with raindrops falling down.It was at this time that Yang Shanshan caught up with me, her hair was wet, and there was rain dripping on my face, she helped me up, "Jiang Hui, are you crazy?"

I didn't speak, just hugged her in my arms, grinning and howling like a wolf.

She also cried with me, patting my back while crying, "Good Jiang Hui, it will pass, everything will pass..."

She is always like this, even if I don't say anything, she can understand the pain in my heart.

"Get up quickly, we will fall ill if this continues." She wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, and then helped me to walk upstairs to the dormitory.Many people are looking at us, they are holding colorful umbrellas, aimlessly, looking at us like crazy people.I think, in their world, we are probably a lunatic.

People always need to find an outlet for sadness. No matter where you go or what kind of scenery you look at, you need an outlet.In this way, the pain squeezed in my heart will slowly flow out, which is a good thing.

It's a good thing to cry.

Yang Shanshan dug out clean clothes from the closet for me to change into. Her hair was still dripping and fell on the smooth table, "Hurry up and change your clothes, or you'll catch a cold." After she said this In a word, I sneezed.

I laughed at her and put the clothes on her body, she struggled to refuse, I hugged her, the tears couldn't stop streaming out, I said: "Yang Shanshan, let's go eat hot pot, shall we?!"

She said "OK".

We sat in the hot pot restaurant all afternoon and passed the time with steaming hot pot.I seldom care about time like this. I always feel that every day’s time, whether it is a minute or a second, will no longer exist after it is lost, and all that is left is an empty future.And the future is a very illusory concept. To be honest, I don't even know if it exists or not.

Yang Shanshan ordered a lot of dishes, red and white fatty beef and emerald green vegetables were all over the table, even the waiter looked at us in horror, and asked us crisply: "Beauty, what is your secret to losing weight? "

Yang Shanshan didn't pay attention to her, she just focused on cooking beef for me, talking to me while cooking.

She said: "There is a cake shop newly opened at the east gate of the school. The cakes are really good. Let's try them later."

I said: "Okay."

I put the fatty beef that had just been taken out of the pot into a plate filled with peanut butter, dipped it in my mouth, and the heat that hadn't dissipated was scalding in my mouth, and tears burst out instantly.Grinning my teeth, I continued to stuff my mouth with meat. Only food could make up for my endless sorrow.

Yang Shanshan stopped my hand, she looked at me expressionlessly, "Jiang Hui, you don't need to torture yourself like this."

I smiled bitterly, "No, I just want to eat."

"Just lie, anyway, it's your own heart that hurts." She always does this, and her words come true.

I lowered my head and aimlessly stirred the peanut butter on the plate with my chopsticks. I said, "Yang Shanshan, I just feel sorry."

"It's a pity that I didn't last forever with your secret love?" She sighed slightly, put down her chopsticks, picked up a tissue to wipe the oil stains from the corners of her mouth, "There are so many beautiful things in the world."

"I don't know. I just want to follow him, wherever he goes, I just want to follow him."

"Then why don't you go after him?"

I didn't speak.For a long time, the whole space was silent, I could feel a slight pain in my heart accompanied by breathing, I wanted to find something to block it, but in fact I didn’t catch anything, just like in the vast ocean. In the sea, there is not even a straw.So, I put my left hand over my heart, as if waiting for a catastrophe.

"You still don't love him enough." Yang Shanshan smiled wryly, "The secret love lasted until the end, and it turned into narcissism. That object is just a body, and the soul is actually a god created by ourselves. After understanding this, you will naturally You will feel lost, because what you are afraid of is not whether he likes you at all, but that one day, you will no longer like him."

What she said always made me fall into deep thought. For a moment, I suddenly realized that I didn't know Yang Shanshan at all. I didn't know anything about her past and her experiences.

I continued to eat the hot pot with my head down. I stuffed the hot meat roll into my mouth and chewed it over and over again, chewing Yang Shanshan's words together.I want to prove that this sentence is wrong as if I were doing a proof question. Whether it is a positive argument or a counterargument, as long as it is proved to be wrong, it will be considered a success.So I seemed to be back in the high school classroom, facing the blank test paper, frowning and thinking deeply.What I'm missing is an argument, and I know that argument is time.

Halfway through the hot pot meal, my phone rang. It was a completely unfamiliar phone number, so I cleared my throat, pressed the answer button and said politely, "Hello, who is there?"

"Hello, is this Miss Jiang Hui?" It was a tactful female voice.

"Yes, I am." I replied, "Are you..."

"Do you have time? I think we need to have a chat." She paused for a moment and said with emphasis, "About Tang Qiming."

My hands shook inadvertently, and the chopsticks at the corner of the table fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Only one scene flashed in my mind, and that was the scar on Tang Qiming's arm.

(End of this chapter)