The car stopped at the gate of the community, and after two slams of the door closing, YiZhe also got out of the car.
Next to the community is a supermarket. In front of the supermarket, there is a caravan selling sugar snowballs. YiZhe followed the music and looked over, and saw two boys in school uniforms sitting on the edge of the brick, each holding a bag in his hand. Baihu breathed, wrapped in snowballs that were also covered with a layer of white sugar.
Looking back, he did not walk to the rear of the car, but stood silently to one side, looking at the two people talking over there.
Suddenly, someone tapped on the shoulder. Yizhe turned his head and found that it was Xu Tangxi who was wrapped tightly.
"Brother Yizhe, who is that girl?" Xu Tangxi, who had just met, didn't care to talk to him at all. She quietly hid beside him and stared at the two people at the back of the car, her eyes full of excitement.
"Brother Tang Cheng's former classmate."
He explained it simply.
As soon as the voice fell, the person who had been talking to Wanzhi over there seemed to sense something and suddenly looked over. Looking at the exposed half of his small head, Xu Tangcheng was stunned for a moment, and soon turned his head and laughed.
He beckoned in this direction and called forward again. It was only then that Yi Zhe saw that Zhou Hui was standing not far away.
Xu Tangcheng came over, and Wan Zhi, who had not had time to say goodbye, also followed behind him. Xu Tangxi put his hand in his pocket, turned around and winked at Zhou Hui, then turned back with a nonchalant smile.
"Are you here to buy something?"
"Well," Xu Tangxi raised the plastic bag in his hand to show him, "Isn't this when you guys came back? Mom thinks there's not much food at home, so she said come and buy some."
Zhou Hui had also come over, a little curious, and looked at the girl standing behind Xu Tangcheng without showing any trace.
Wan Zhi smiled sweetly at her, bowed slightly, and called out "Auntie hello".
The meeting this time was short, and the content was nothing more than greetings. It stands to reason that there would be no deep impression left. But on the way back that day, Zhou Hui, who was sitting in the car, was inseparable from Wanzhi in three words. The implicit and explicit meaning is that the little girl Wanzhi is very good, and it can be seen that she has a good impression of Xu Tangcheng, so he must seize the opportunity, take the initiative, and have more contact with other girls. Xu Tangcheng insisted that he was just an ordinary friend without much contact. But despite this, Zhou Hui was still pressing hard, scolding him for not knowing how to get along with the little girl.
"If you don't have much contact, you need to have more contact. How many people are familiar with each other, don't they all get to know each other slowly? If you have time, you can ask the girl to have a meal or something. I want to say that it will be a holiday in the future, and a holiday. , don't run home all the time. There's nothing to do at home now, you're usually busy and don't have time to go out with people. If you run back home after the holidays, won't it be impossible to fall in love? "
Saying this, Zhou Hui felt that she had suddenly found the reason why Xu Tangcheng had not been in a relationship for so long. The more I think about it, the more I think the main reason I have analyzed is very reasonable. Otherwise, if his son is so good, why can't he find a little girl who is in love with each other
She patted her leg and repeated affirmatively, "Yes, it's because you don't have time, so don't always come back in the future."
Even the decree not to let her go home has come down. Xu Tangcheng knew that Zhou Hui was really in a hurry. He couldn't, so he had to verbally appease her first, and repeatedly promised that he would consider it carefully.
Xu Tangxi sat on the side and snickered, saying that her brother was good everywhere, but he was chasing girls, like a lump. When the conversation changed, she saw YiZhe, who had been sitting silently in the front seat, suddenly straightened up and leaned forward, asking thiefly, "Brother YiZhe, how about you?"
YiZhe was listening to their conversation in a trance, and his thoughts failed to connect with this question for a while.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Seeing that he didn't respond, Xu Tangxi asked the question more clearly, and joked, "If there is, quickly guide my brother."
The car drove into the community, Xu Tangcheng stepped on the brakes and stopped, waiting for the oncoming car to pass.
Because of this question, YiZhe looked at Xu Tangcheng unconsciously. Turning his head, he found that he was also looking at him.
"No."
There was another traffic jam in front of someone's garage on the side of the road. The owner of the garage couldn't park. He sat in the car and honked the horn impatiently, reminding the person to get down and move the car quickly.
The noise poured in from all directions, and the reply was submerged in the long whistle urging.
On the ID card that was reissued, a pair of big black eye circles were printed with the owner's tossing and turning all night.
And after that, on several occasions, YiZhe dreamed of some related scenes.
Dreams are mostly vague and tender. But it has nothing to do with him. Only once, the protagonists in his dream were suddenly no longer Xu Tangcheng and another girl, but he rode Xu Tangcheng on his own bike and swooped down the slope he used to go to. In the dream, the picture was clear, so clear that he could see where he released the handlebar and raised his hand to cover Xu Tangcheng's eyes. Xu Tangcheng shouted in his arms, his hair was blown up, and he hugged him intimately to his chin.
The hunting wind rushes past his ears, a thrill that is earth-shattering.
Here, it's still a good dream.
But when the bicycle stopped and the rapid breathing calmed down, the Xu Tangcheng in the dream suddenly jumped out of the car and turned to look at him. His dark eyes made YiZhe think of the dead abyss where no sound could be heard, and also thought of the legendary paradise where all living beings can have peace and happiness. It seems that no matter how contradictory things are, they can exist peacefully in his eyes.
He called his name, and went on to tell him good news.
"I want… "
The moment he watched him speak, he gathered all his emotions for so many years, so that that scene finally became a tear-jerking slow-motion scene, and he finally became a coward who didn't want to watch until the end.
He couldn't stand the follow-up, and he woke up suddenly in pain.
What followed was a long, empty stare.
There was music in my ear, the ringtone of the phone. He picked up the mobile phone beside the pillow with a slightly numb hand, and saw that it was Xu Tangcheng's call.
"Wake up yet?"
Yi Zhe cleared his dry throat and replied, "I'm about to get up."
"Well, I'm afraid you've slept. Get up and pack up. I'll be at the South Gate in about twenty minutes. Let's have breakfast first, and then go to the West Station."
Although I have been to Shanghai myself before, it is really the first time to start from Beijing. Xu Tangcheng was probably really taking care of him as a little brother, and he insisted on taking him to the station the day before.
After hanging up the phone, YiZhe still couldn't come to his senses for a long time. Xu Tangcheng's voice on the phone just now was very real, which made him suddenly realize that no matter what kind of intentions he has, no matter what fantasies he has, one day, Xu Tangcheng will fall in love with a girl, get married, and have a very good relationship with him. happy family.
He even thought a little pessimistically whether he would let himself be his best man when the day of his wedding came.
The ceiling is covered with dust and layers of dust, which are mottled written down over the years.
The breakfast was eaten at a steamed bun shop. After asking Yi Zhe for his opinion, Xu Tangcheng ordered two drawers of small steamed buns, each with different flavors. Yi Zhe ate slowly at first, until Xu Tangcheng said he was full, then he quickly stuffed all the remaining buns into his stomach.
Xu Tangcheng had already yawned a few times on the way, and while waiting for Yi Zhe to finish eating, he covered his mouth with his fist and hit him again.
After getting into the car, YiZhe suddenly said without a thought: "When I'm eighteen, I'll learn to drive, and then I can drive."
Xu Tangcheng smiled: "Okay, just right, my back hurts, and it's really tiring to drive for a long time."
"What's wrong with your waist?" YiZhe rarely frowned at Xu Tangcheng, "Why don't you go to the hospital to check."
"I checked, but nothing was found. It may still be a weak constitution and hereditary."
"Oh." YiZhe answered this hesitantly, but he was still worried, thinking that if he had time, he would still accompany him to the hospital for a check-up. How could someone in their twenties have a bad waist.
It was New Year's Day again, YiZhe looked at the various red decorations that kept passing by on the street, and suddenly remembered that when he was in high school, before the new year, he ran to the station to pick him up.
"What are you laughing at?" Xu Tangcheng asked.
"Huh?" YiZhe looked back from the window, "It's nothing."
He covered his overly obvious smile and asked him, "Are you going home later?"
"Well." Xu Tangcheng nodded, "but I will be back tomorrow, and I will go to Happy Valley with my classmates the day after tomorrow."
classmate? YiZhe immediately thought of Wanzhi.
The two hands that were idly hanging suddenly crossed together, pretending to be casual, and he asked, "A college classmate?"
"No, some classmates from junior high school in the past."
In fact, Xu Tangcheng didn't understand what Wan Zhi meant. She came to ask him out, and specially told him that there were two other classmates to go with. It would be more fun to have a company. Coincidentally, the other two classmates are the only remaining class pairs in their junior high school class.
He wanted to shirk, but Wanzhi's overly cautious attitude on the other end of the phone made him a little unbearable. He didn't feel that kind of heart-pounding feeling towards Wanzhi, but he didn't feel repulsive either, and thought she was a very good girl.
After hanging up the phone, he leaned against the window sill and wondered if it was because he had no experience in love, so he would not judge whether his favor was based on friends or some other possible relationship. Furthermore, he even doubted, do the thumping in the mouths of others and the deep in the mouths in the mouths of others really exist
If there is, why has he never tasted it.
"Happy Valley..." YiZhe muttered, then smiled, "I haven't been there yet."
The loss flashed across his face, but Xu Tangcheng saw it clearly in a glance.
"Actually, I haven't been there," he said. "Then, this time I'll go to explore the way, and then I'll take you to play next time."
The West Station is very large, and the building structure that is prone to confusion is not less complained about. Xu Tangcheng failed to deliver Yi Zhe, so he took him to the ticket collection hall to pick up the ticket, and confirmed that he brought his ID card, and finally he was about to release him.
"After you check in and get on the elevator, remember to look at the big screen and find the waiting room for your train on it."
He was still exhorting, YiZhe nodded and said he understood.
Queue to check in.
When it was about to be his turn to enter, YiZhe couldn't help but finally turned his head amidst the surging crowd.
And Xu Tangcheng hadn't left yet. Seeing him look over, he stood by the tail of the line and smiled at him.
The wind in the north square was very strong, and Yi Che waved at him, trying to lip-synch to let him go back, but accidentally made a sound that he couldn't hear at all.
"Let's go back."
Xu Tangxiang understood what he said, nodded silently to him, and raised his hand and waved.
It wasn't until he entered the hall completely that he finally couldn't see him. YiZhe moved forward with the red ticket in his hand, and suddenly thought a little hypocritically, maybe one day, he will wave to him like he does now, and then walk forward alone.
On that New Year's Day, he rode his bike to his side. At that time, I was ignorant, and I didn't know the young man's mind. I only knew that he was coming back, and he wanted to see him very much. Even if he rushed to his side almost recklessly, he didn't feel anything wrong.
Thinking of it this way, it seemed like his best time.
If you don't know the deep feelings, you have no scruples.