Wang Junkai in whose landscape are you in?

Chapter 301 [Kay Me] Treat you the same (16)

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I didn't leave right away, I hesitated for a long time, stayed for a long time, took out a tissue to wipe away my tears, cleaned up all my mess, then sighed slightly, opened the door and went out.

I stood at the door of the bathroom and looked down. The glass wall played a huge role at this moment.I looked at Wang Junkai below like an outsider looking for me like a headless chicken, but I was still indifferent.

My eyes fell on him, and my heart felt slightly sour, but I still ran down the stairs and ran home through the small door.

I don't know who it is, and it's running away.

It was obviously you, Wang Junkai, who was abandoned, but I was even more sad than you.

When I went back that night, I wrote a letter to Wang Junkai, although I don't know if he can read it in the future.

If you can see it, I think he will tell you what the content is.

But I am more sure that he will not tell you, because it will be sad.Don't bring up the past, then there is no point in bringing up the past again, let him forget me in the future, let me be like a passerby, just pass by without leaving a mark, it is best to throw away the name up.

Since that day, Wang Junkai didn't contact me again, because he couldn't get in touch, even if he asked Ah Jiu for news about me, he would have no way to know.

The initiative has always been with me, and the only phone call between me and him that can contact each other has been lost by me.

However, I can still see everything about him, so it seems that there is a sense of instant vision when I kill an enemy in ancient times, and I am secretly hiding him, and it seems that his loss is destined.

The book of Philosophy says that belief in destiny is objective idealism, and the correct one should establish materialism, but I don't care what kind of person I am, so what if I say I am not correct?I am like this, I can't change it, and I don't have so much time to change it.

I always selfishly make decisions for Ah Jiu, Wang Junkai and myself. I always think that this is right and good, and I think that it is the best state to be old and dead, but in the end I will find that these not sad are self-deceiving lies , they are like tempting candies wrapped in gorgeous icing, but the substance has begun to rot and stink.

It's hard to say what mood I'm in now, I'm probably so sad that I forget to cry, I just laugh with an ugly expression and a sound.

The next day I bought a phone card from the Internet, and I didn't know what kind of mood I was in.

When Jun En came in, I was shopping on Taobao, and I was going to buy some things that my family could use after I left, as well as snacks and toys that could be used to pass the time.I'm too lazy to go out, I'm so lazy.I pursed my lips and smiled softly, but Wang Junkai's disgusted expression flashed across my mind, and the string in my heart was severely pulled.

Jun En brought me two packs of French fries that I was talking about eating two days ago, he held them tightly in his hands and shook them at me twice, with a cute face, "Sister, here, try it. taste."

When I reached out to take it, I touched his head, smiled at him dotingly, and didn't say much to continue doing my own thing. At this moment, he said softly, "Sister, I have a new music teacher." gone."

"Do you think something happened to brother?" I heard the worry in his tone clearly. I pursed my lips and thought for a moment, met his eyes, and said solemnly, "Brother may be too busy, Jun En don't Thinking too much." Actually, I don't know why, how could I still know about him, it's just to bluff a child to make him feel at ease.It's not that I can't see Jun En's liking for Wang Junkai.

I thought he would pester me for a while, but after listening to my explanation, Jun En actually left my room contentedly.

Ah Jiu's birthday is at the end of this month.

I sighed heavily, inexplicably feeling a headache.Recently, my health has become worse and worse, and the number of medications has increased, and the condition cannot be suppressed.I clearly feel the traces of life passing away bit by bit on my body, and I don't know when it will be completely exhausted.

Well, probably soon.

I closed the computer and stood by the window. The window showed my pale face and lifeless eyes, and outside the window was a large expanse of endless dark blue with despair.I was the happiest when the phone card arrived, and it made me feel more proud and happy than the fact of earning royalties by submitting articles.

I carefully saved Wang Junkai's mobile phone number on the card, and then put the phone aside in satisfaction.How should I put it, if I do it like this, even if I don't make a phone call, I will feel as if he is by my side.

My father has changed a lot recently. He no longer spends a lot of time on his so-called career. He has learned to stay at home to talk with us when he has time, chat about family affairs, and even cook occasionally.

He asked his aunt to cook a lot of nutritious food for me to replenish my body, as if he had discovered something. I was happy with his overly caring behavior, but it was more out of adaptation and unaccustomed.

I simply eat whatever I have, unlike Jun En who sometimes pouts his lips and complains that it’s not good. At this time, my father will always point at me and tell him to learn more from me, his eyes are full of doting , Sometimes I will be dazed, as if I have returned to my childhood overnight.

Most of the time these days was spent with Jun En, he always sang songs sung by Wang Junkai with his immature boyish voice, I always saw Wang Junkai’s shadow through him, the unstoppable flood of longing became Disaster.

A few days ago, my father asked me to go to the study to talk about the past few years, but he just opened his mouth to apologize. I could hear the self-blame in his tone was very strong and sincere. I was soft-hearted and didn’t want to mention it. unwilling to blame.

"Are you—?" After talking for a long time, my father suddenly hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to make sure of something.

I met his gaze and nodded with a smile, "Yes, the same as my mother." I said with a relaxed tone as if none of this happened to me. The suffering of these years has been taken away by these words, but it is the use of It's the best way to just laugh it off, you really can't express your sadness too blatantly, everyone is sad, it's better to bear it alone. "Dad, I'm dying. I've hated and blamed you all my life, and then I gradually realized that you did this for my own good. Auntie is very gentle and virtuous. I was too narrow-minded at the time. But Dad, you must remember to take care of yourself and Junen and auntie in the days without me."

"Actually, I love you." I reached out and hugged him, and kowtowed three times in front of him. I'm not good at expressing my guilt with words, and I'm not sure whether he will forgive me, but in my heart When I looked up at him, I could clearly see his tears sliding down his cheeks, dripping heavily on my heart.

There is no overnight feud between father and daughter, they are lovers in the previous life.

But Dad, in the days without me in the future, please take good care of me, because you are my relatives whose blood is thicker than water.

According to reports, Wang Junkai has recently started to devote himself to filming and various activities, and he is very busy.Today's news reports and activities about him are all heated up, and the ticket prices are getting higher and higher.

I am really happy for him.

Although his future will be without my participation, I firmly believe that Qian Xi and Wang Yuan will always accompany him through the hustle and bustle, sadness and loneliness.

Dear young man, when you are alone in the future, play a few games with Qianxi, or take Wang Yuan out to eat some snacks, don't smoke or drink too much, I hope you will be treated tenderly by the years, Years of peace.

The day before Ajiu’s birthday, I had a severe headache. I found two sleeping pills and mixed them with hot milk. When I woke up the next day, I always felt pain in my head and felt drowsy. uncomfortable.

I haven't been in touch with Ah Jiu since last time. I want to apologize first, but I can't let it go. Although it's mean, I still don't want to part with this friendship. I think today is an opportunity.

These days I have spent a lot of time drawing a few pictures, and there are a lot of past events written in the thick book, occasionally mixed with a few complaints. Frankly speaking, I have no confidence that she will like it, so I specially made a few pictures a while ago. I dragged my father to help me buy a pair of new high-heeled shoes for her.

That's probably all I can do.

Today's weather is so good that it's unreasonable. My heart can't bear it and I want to run outside.

I want to take a plane to the city where Ajiu is, but because of my negligence a few days ago, I wrote the delivery address of the ticket to the home I was in before, but I have no choice but to go back. into the large mailbox outside the door.

Fortunately, it was the air ticket in the afternoon, otherwise it would have been a waste of so much money.

Although I was a little depressed, but I was very happy and went out with the gift. When I reached the door, I reached out to stop a taxi, gave the address casually, and then looked out the window.A new house was added here, and a heart wall was demolished there. In just a short period of time, the city has undergone subtle changes, and it looks beautiful in line with the dark blue tone of the sky.

The taxi's song finally cut to Wang Junkai's. His voice was still so clear and gentle. I smiled comfortably when I heard my laughter. The driver was puzzled by my laughter and asked. "Little girl, is there something on my face?"

I shook my head but smiled even more.

When I got out of the car, I stretched out my hand and said goodbye to the driver. The driver also said goodbye to me with a smile, and then walked away. I watched his car drift away until it disappeared into a point and there was no trace.

In this world, you will meet many, many people who meet by chance. They have given you warmth or cruelty, but please accept them all, because maybe there will be no next time.

For those who treat you well, please be grateful; for those who are not good, simply pass this stop, and simply forget about it.

I deftly opened the mailbox. Sure enough, there were emails from the previous two days. I reached out to look at my watch, planning to just sit down.

When the door opened, there was a burst of dust, I turned around and coughed a few times, then walked in with a blank expression.I put the presents on the table, opened the curtains and windows habitually, and the fresh air blowing in made me feel refreshed.

Sitting on the sofa for a while, I started to take out my mobile phone to send a text message to Ah Jiu, but my hand lost strength for a moment. I watched the mobile phone slip, but there was nothing I could do.I was anxious to find the medicine, but when I found it, I forgot it too hastily, and I had a bad premonition in my heart.

I slumped on the ground and reached out to pick up the phone with difficulty, opened the text message, and typed.

Move slowly.

The time that happened for so many years began to flash in my mind, thinking of what my mother said to me, thinking of my running away from home, thinking of Ah Jiu's hug, thinking of the harm I have done to others for so many years, and finally thinking of Wang Junkai.

Scenes seemed to appear in front of me.

There was darkness in front of my eyes. At this time, I saw my mother. She wanted to take me away, but I was struggling all the time.After I regained my senses and cleared my mind for a moment, I clearly saw that the text message sent to Ah Jiu had already displayed the three words Sent.

I shook my head, trying to regain consciousness, but still felt something engulfing my consciousness.

"Wang Junkai, remember to forget me."

"I love you so much—" But the sent message was never displayed again.

My hands hang down on the ground weakly, and I can finally sleep well.

In 20 years, maybe you will grow a beard, have a child, and tell the story of your youth in a deep and pleasant voice.

It's just a pity that in so many stories, I will never have a name again.

[Phase [-]/Original Work: Min Luo/To be continued]
(End of this chapter)