Gu Pan Sheng Zi

Chapter 12N.14
The other contract was not handed over to me by Ye Murong until the boarding security check. The moment I took it, I was hugged into his arms.

I still didn't struggle or move, enveloped by the smell of green tea on his body and his warm and hard body.

In the huge airport, there are many people hugging like us, but I don’t know if they are like me in their hearts, as if they have traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, and when they look back, things are different.Ye Murong whispered in my ear: "Gu Panzi, you're the one who leaves me every time, this time it's you who watches me leave."

In my heart, I called him a villain who must report his flaws, and said to him in a cheerful voice: "Mr. Ye, won't you attend the Asia-Pacific Economic Forum next month? I will be here waiting for you."

On the way back, it was still rainy, with patches of dark clouds and gray sky, I saw a plane gradually shrinking in front of my car window, flying towards a higher and farther place.

And the distance, after all, is not my way back.

The weather was a little bit colder, and the cold wind gradually became sharper, blowing on the face changed from being scratched by Qiao Ke's nails to being cut by a knife.There are also more and more clothes, and the thick ones will exceed the viewing range of the mirror.

One day when I was tidying up the room, I found my old photo album. Under the Tokyo Tower, I was wearing stockings, short skirt and boots, smiling like a flower, and there was a cloud of white breath in front of my mouth.I had already forgotten whether it was cold or not at that time. Looking back at the past, I refused to wear down jackets all winter, and I only felt that it was good to be young.Such squandering happiness and youth, laughing unscrupulously.

It seems to be a national custom for Japanese women to have their thighs frozen in winter. The colder the weather, the shorter their skirts, and they often wear a cotton coat on the upper body and bare thighs on the lower body.It's satisfying the eyes of the men, Ye Liulian's flirtatious person can't wait to get his eyes under other people's skirts.Once, on the tram, I pointed at him in a chatty tone and stared at a girl in a high school uniform with bare thighs for a long time and asked, "Does it look good?"

Unprepared, he nodded and said, "That's right. It's white and straight."

So I ignored him for three days.

On the fourth day, he appeared again at the exit of the subway station, and said pitifully with an unshaven beard, "Honey, I haven't had breakfast for three days. I won't be able to feast my eyes anymore, can't I?"

He didn't need to go out of his way to feast his eyes, as groups of girls came to his door.The impression of Merry has been deeply rooted in my mind since the first meeting.

In fact, in terms of appearance alone, the difference between Japanese and Chinese is not particularly obvious. Most of the way to distinguish nationality in school is to look at clothing.Especially boys, Japanese boys can dress up as much as Korean men, but not as fancy.Unlike domestic boys, the main theme is always sportswear or jeans with a T-shirt.

The first time I saw Ye Liulian, he was wearing a black sweater cardigan with white stripes on the collar, a light blue shirt inside, rainbow-colored buttons, dark green slacks with light yellow checks on his lower body, and brown round-toed casual shoes.Wearing a long LV black dark pattern wallet in the back butt pocket.I thought he was a Japanese student, so I went to say hello in Japanese and asked if the recruiting meeting of the Alumni Association was held here.

He also spoke Japanese very fluently, "Yes, you are a freshman?"

I said, "Yes, senior."

He smiled, showing his white teeth, like a sunny boy in a print advertisement.With a smile on his face, people can't help watching.

After a while, a boy came in with a basketball in his arms. He was around 185 by visual inspection. He was wearing a Lakers purple jersey. His sweaty face was not handsome, but he gave off a calm and restrained sense of wisdom.Seeing me, he froze for a moment, patted Ye Liulian on the shoulder, and said in Chinese, "Okay, boy, this is not the same as the one who sat on your lap when I went out, right? You are really fast at this moment .”

Ye Liulian coughed softly, "What are you talking about, this is a report from a freshman, called..."

I hurriedly said: "My name is Gu Panzi, and I want to join the Alumni Association. Please take care of me, seniors."

The boy was also a little embarrassed, he said: "I'm sorry, I was rash. I am the vice president of the alumni association, Jian Han."

Jian Han later told me that it was the first time he introduced himself as sorry when he met a stranger.

At that time, neither of us would have imagined that when I decided to leave Tokyo two years later, Jian Han would end our time in college with the same three words.I will always remember the tears in his eyes. That tall and strong boy, that resolute and wise man twisted his eyebrows and said to me: "I'm sorry, Pan Zi, I'm sorry."

I have already burst into tears, "Jian Han, what are you talking about, I have always been sorry for you, and I have never been sorry for you without you. I just came to say goodbye, and I don't have the slightest thought of taking you away. Please believe me, because we always only friends."

I know how cruel these words are. Like an executioner, I cut open the artery next to Jian Han's heart with a sharp knife.

Jane coldly hugged me into her arms, and the warm embrace reminded me of the first time I met him, he was wearing the Lakers uniform, and how young and full of vigor he was just sweating on the basketball court.If Ye Liulian itself is a luminous body, then Jian Han has always been like sunshine illuminating the lives of people around him.I selfishly thought, if there was no Ye Liulian, what I would have would be Jian Han's inclusive love.

However, life is not the drama we choreographed, and there is no possibility of overthrowing it and starting over.

Love is love, even if Ye Lingling is wrong, I still can't love Jian Han.

After looking at the last photo, I wiped away the wet tears and put the photo back in the box, deep in the cabinet.

Close your eyes, and the smiling faces are in front of you.The handsome Ye Liulian, the wise Jian Han, the gentle Cao Yuxin, the beautiful Mu Chenwei, the lazy Fengcheng...

But now, these people who used to laugh and fight together are far away from my life.I also always thought that across the ocean, leaving the campus that held us together, the trajectory of those people who used to walk in my life will eventually fade and fade away.

And I will gradually forget it in my busy life until I forget it.

Time is the healer, and I never escape the fact that I am a patient.

However, when I was caught off guard, Ye Murong broke into my life with an undeniable attitude.Just like Ye Liulian many years ago.Disrupt my peaceful and orderly life.

The Christmas appointment in Tokyo does not require much imagination, I can probably guess who will be reunited.

It's just that I don't understand, after many years, with Ye Murong's current status and financial resources, what does he want to show in front of his old classmates?
(End of this chapter)