At the beginning, Sheng Wang chose to change his major, including the group he stayed in after joining the company. Sheng Wang was all selfish.
There was a popular saying that the relationship between any two strangers in the world would be no more than six people apart. Shengwang has imagined more than once that if he receives enough external business and the network of relationships covers enough, whether he and Jiang Tian will meet unexpectedly on some occasion.
Then you can't blame them for being disconnected, it should be said that things are impermanent or fate, and he will speak less burden and worry.
Little did he know that when the day came, he opened his mouth and forgot to say anything.
He wanted to say "I dreamed of you this morning when I was sleeping soundly".
Like countless times before, Jiang Tian was wearing a wide T-shirt, blue and white school uniform with open front, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, sitting on the bay window with one leg bent, plugging in white wireless headphones to read the questions.
The sun is too bright outside, the air conditioner is humming, and the temperature inside the bedroom is always low. The man on the windowsill turned his head and said: Don't rock the chair for endorsement.
He also dreamed that Jiang Tian was lying on the table to catch up on sleep, his left hand was still on the back of his neck, and he frowned impatiently when he was woken up. When walking, he was not in a hurry, but he went up and down the stairs three steps at a time. After running, he would sweat a thin layer of sweat, and he was flamboyant and cold.
But Sheng Wang didn't say anything in the end, because the boy in the dream had already taken off his school uniform and put on an unfamiliar dark coat. He came from afar, dusty and dusty, and when he looked at it from a distance of a few meters, it was like the fog rising in the early morning of winter.
It wasn't until this moment that Sheng Wang realized with hindsight that they had been separated for too long. The world moves forward quickly, and will not slow down because of two people. There are so many things that time can change.
He suddenly became a little timid about the nostalgia.
The box door was pushed open, and a colleague came over and patted Sheng Wang's shoulder: "Didn't you pick up someone? Why are you standing here as a piece of wood?"
Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment before he looked away from Jiang Tian, turned his head and asked, "What did you just say?"
Another doctor of the professor stuck his head out, laughed "Oh", and waved to Jiang Tian across the person: "It's not easy, it's finally here, you've been stuck in traffic for a long time. The professor has been reading you for a long time!"
Then several people poured out, crammed between Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian, chatting and laughing around them and entered the door.
Sheng Wang returned to his seat as if he was sleepwalking, took a sip of tea from the cup. He was scalded until the tip of his tongue hurt, and his shrunk heart slowly loosened, pumping blood to his limbs and limbs, and his numb fingers finally gained warmth and feeling.
Sheng Wang raised his eyes and saw Jiang Tian being pushed to sit next to the professor. He took off his overcoat, revealing a clean and fitted shirt inside, and answered the professor's question while unbuttoning his collar.
He also seemed to be absent-minded, just nodding or replying to simple words. When he undid the cuffs and folded them, he finally raised his eyes and looked over here, his eyes crossed the round table and the laughter in the hall, and fell on Sheng Wang.
The colleague had sharp eyes and asked almost immediately, "Hey, I just figured it out. You two don't know each other, right?"
The whole table stopped talking and looked over with interest, their eyes swept back and forth between the two.
Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment, inexplicably feeling that this scene was a little ridiculous. When he was in high school, he would never have imagined that he must have been beaten to death. One day he and Jiang Tian would sit at the same table, and they would be at the farthest end, and the person next to him actually said in surprise, "So you know each other."
He nodded stiffly, and at the same time heard Jiang Tian's "hmm" sound.
"College classmates?"
"No." Sheng Wang said.
"I remember that your university is not in China, right?" Jiang Tian's classmate just mentioned it casually, but the two of them at the table looked at each other, and invariably fell into a subtle silence.
For a moment, Sheng Wang hoped that all the extra people around him would disappear. Because all his attention was nailed to the other side of the table, he had no time to focus on other things.
Fortunately, my colleague Zhang Chao is a talkative person, so he won't let the chatting go blank for even a second: "The whole university is studying outside? That's good, I thought I was surrounded by the next school after eating. It's a comparative battle of words for me."
The people at the table burst into laughter.
Zhang Chao said again: "If it's not a university... is it a high school?"
Jiang Tian said: "One class."
The fellow on the right patted him and said, "You have an old classmate here, why didn't you tell me earlier!"
This emotional intelligence is a little behind, and it is not appropriate to react after speaking. There are old classmates at the dinner party, but the parties are not clear, so it can only explain one thing - although they are classmates, the relationship is obviously not that good, at least they don't communicate often, and maybe they don't even know what the other party is doing.
Compared with the academic school who went straight to the opposite side, Shengwang and their side were much more harmonious. Zhang Chao immediately answered and complained, "Why should we talk about this earlier? We only received notices this morning that we will be in charge of dinner tonight."
The others laughed immediately, revealing the subtle embarrassment.
The rather honest-looking doctor stepped on the thunder once and became cautious. He stopped talking about his classmates' old acquaintances, and devoted himself to praising other people. From the professor's praise to his classmates, he bragged about Jiang Tian: "He is amazing. He applied for a PhD directly after graduation. We were very nervous when we applied, for fear of receiving a rejection letter. He doesn't have to worry about it at all, the professor will look at it early. Go, be safe. Usually, if you participate in any meeting, if there are personnel restrictions, the professor will call him. We are all watching, and we can't poison."
The professor speaks Chinese with a knotted tongue, but it's no problem listening. He laughed like a Santa Claus, and said, "Next time, I promise, next time there is such a meeting, I will definitely invite you to accompany me."
"It's long overdue for the professor, keep him, at least the girls will thank you."
The professor laughed.
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Sheng Wang felt like a half-rusted iron nail, which was obviously disturbed by the magnet on the opposite side. He had to pay half his attention to listen carefully to their conversation.
He had never been so serious in class, but he stretched out his ears while listening to the chatter and didn't dare to miss a word. He picked and picked from the jokes and descriptions, screened out the parts related to Jiang Tian, and pieced together a small piece of the long years. Some are proud, some are sour.
Those were the years he missed.
The professor, who is a quarter Russian, is more interested in wine than any other food, especially in the colder months. Zhang Chao and the others were massive, and they escorted the guests from afar to exchange cups.
Sheng Wang also drank a lot. Every time he picked up the cup, Jiang Tian would look over the cup and plate.
The ceiling lights in the box are gorgeous and complicated, the light is intertwined, and the refraction between the glass cups is sometimes fascinated. They sat restrained at both ends under such chaotic lights, their eyes entangled.
As soon as the cup was empty, he hid on the sofa in the corner of the box.
After drinking and eating, everyone went to the bathroom one after another. The box became deserted, and only two or three people who were left at the table were still chatting in a low voice.
Sheng Wang poured himself a cup of warm water on the table, Jiang Tian came back from the bathroom early, and walked straight around the round table.
Sheng Wang seemed to have been tapped, holding the cup with stiff shoulders and neck. When he raised his head to drink water, he could even hear the clicking of his bones and joints.
The sofa sank slightly, Jiang Tian sat down beside him, clasped his fingers, and could smell the faint smell of hand sanitizer. Sheng Wang turned his eyes to the side and saw the familiar little mole beside his wrist bone.
When he was the most intimate, he grabbed Jiang Tian's hand and kissed there, and was kissed back by the other side.
Sheng Wang's eyes moved back, his fingers holding the glass turned the mouth of the glass unconsciously.
They used to sit together like this before. When he was good, he used Jiang Tian as a pillow, and when he was depressed, he was far apart. But it is rarely like this moment, saying that it is close or not, that it is not far, and the two are silent.
In fact, Sheng Wang wanted to say a lot, and every sentence rushed to the tip of his tongue, and he backed away before speaking.
Did you get the gibberish sent to you
Why never come back
Do you still feel uncomfortable remembering the past
Is it brooding or letting go
Has there ever been a better person around
Who else will be amused
Have a momentary heartbeat
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When I was seventeen or eighteen years old, I couldn't understand why people who met after a long absence always said something indifferent. At this moment, Sheng Wang realized that it was not that he had nothing to say, but that he did not dare to ask. It's like going through a dense minefield, if you don't know which step you go wrong, you will be bombed to pieces...
Rather than greeting.
He looked at the swaying clear water in the glass, turned his head and asked Jiang Tian, "Did you tell Brother Xi and the others when you came back?"
"I didn't have time." Jiang Tian said.
"Are you in a hurry?"
Jiang Tian was silent for a moment and said, "It was decided temporarily."
It was obviously boring, but Sheng Wang's heart tightened, as if being tightened and loosened by an invisible hand, over and over again.
He licked the edge of his dry lips and asked after a moment of silence, "How long will you stay in China?"
"Half a year."
Sheng Wang rubbed the cup with his thumb and nodded.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jiang Tian's face, and he lowered his eyes as if watching his small movements. With a swipe of his thumb, he closed it. Jiang Tian watched for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.
Sheng Wang wanted to ask him if I had changed a lot, much different from high school
But before he could speak, he heard Jiang Tian ask in a low voice, "Does it hurt to drink so much wine?"
Sheng Wang blinked, and was silent for a few seconds, and said, "I practiced secretly, but I didn't pour three cups."
Jiang Tian looked at him, he stretched out a slap and shook it in front of the other party's eyes: "It has risen to five cups."
His expression at that moment had the shadow of showing off on the screen when he was a teenager, but he suddenly raised his head and immediately shrank back. Jiang Tian opened his mouth, just as he was about to say something, the box door was pushed open, and chatter and laughter poured in. Those who went to the bathroom and those who went to the smoking room to smoke all came back, took their coats from the shelves, and made their last greetings.
The atmosphere in the corner of the sofa was instantly broken, and the professor called Jiang Tian, talking quickly, probably the arrangement for tomorrow or the day after. Zhang Chao pulled Sheng Wang, busy arranging a car for a table of people.
Obviously not overdose, but Sheng Wang feels that he is very drunk, his brain should be in line with the beating heart, and there is a feeling of dizziness and unrealistic feeling. Every phone call and arrangement is like a conditioned reflex of the body. The tongue has its own consciousness and automatically speaks the right words.
After he ran back and forth twice before entering the box, he found that the room was empty, and only himself and Zhang Chao were left. At this time, he felt that he was clumsy, and he missed too many words and didn't tell Jiang Tian.
He suddenly remembered that when he first entered Class A, he once went to Xile for lunch and forgot to bring money. Jiang Tian took his mobile phone to redeem him. When the two returned to the classroom, the practice papers for the lunch break had been distributed for a long time, and he only had 15 minutes left.
The moment when the paper was taken away, that's how it feels now.
Zhang Chao also called a driver for Sheng Wang, and the two waited for someone to come by the open-air parking lot. He is much older than Shengwang. Shengwang followed him when he was an intern, and later became an equal. Many times, he is like a worried big brother, staring at Shengwang to prevent overwork,
He was using WeChat to add people to the communication one by one, and without looking up, he said to Sheng Wang, "I'll push you again after adding them later."
Sheng Wang was absent-minded and said, "I have."
Zhang Chao was stunned: "How many people do you have WeChat?"
Only then did Sheng Wang realize that Jiang Tian was the only one, and changed his mind: "I'm wrong, push it to me later."
"Okay." Zhang Chao nodded.
After he finished adding, Sheng Wang's phone vibrated several times, all of which were business cards pushed by Zhang Chao, and he didn't look at them immediately. However, I heard Zhang Chao suddenly ask: "You and that Dr. Jiang are high school classmates? Why do I feel more than that?"
His original intention was to ask them if they had had any conflicts or festivals, but this was another meaning in Sheng Wang's ears.
The night wind in this season is astonishingly cold, Sheng Wang pulled the scarf to cover his mouth and nose. He glanced in the direction of the parking lot entrance and said, "It's more than that."
"How?" Zhang Chao asked.
Sheng Wang thought for a while and said, "My former boyfriend."
Zhang Chao was so shocked that he choked on his throat: "Hey, fuck me..."