Sui Yi's eyes were sluggish, and there were some hidden emotions brewing in it.
Money was the topic he and Ning Lan talked about most frequently in those two years.
They haven't talked about the past and the future, nor about hobbies and minefields. In this initial abnormal relationship, one gradually moved his heart, because of the unbearable impression and how ridiculously arrogant he was stuck in his heart, he didn't want to admit it. The other fell in love long ago, because of the deep-rooted inferiority and self-esteem, he dared not declare it.
They are like countless people wearing philistine masks in the world, one gives money and the other sells laughter. The relationship between the two started with money, and when the bank card was returned, they were cut off without warning and without warning.
Now I want to tie the broken rope back, and no matter what, I can't get the word "money" on it again.
"That piece of clothing was meant to be thrown away, so throw it away." Sui Yi was not good at lying, but fortunately, his natural tone was smooth, and it was difficult to hear any traces of intentionality.
Although the two were facing each other, there was a distance of one meter between them. Ning Lan silently denied his proposal, took out a stack of money from his pocket, and said, "I'll give you a thousand first, I'll go to the store and ask for the price, more refunds and less compensation."
"No." Sui Yi hurriedly refused, and suddenly said, "It was given by a fan, not bought in the store."
Ning Lan remembered that there was no trademark on the collar and cuffs of the dress, so she believed it by seven or eight points, frowned slightly, and began to feel troubled.
"At the next meeting, I'll ask her where to buy it, and you'll pay me back then." Sui Yi lied and was flustered. After speaking, he asked tentatively, "Look at this... okay?"
Ning Lan couldn't think of a better way, so she nodded in agreement.
The broken hair on his forehead blocked his beautiful eyes, Sui Yi wanted to help him brush it away, and the moment he raised his hand, he suddenly recalled Ning Lan's resistance reaction to his intimate gesture in the morning, and clenched his fist to dismiss the idea.
"It's very late, go in and sleep." Sui Yi said.
I have waited for more than three years, there is no need to rush at this moment.
The commissary reopened after being closed for two days.
The gears of time continued to turn forward, and everything was the same as usual, but with a little more attention.
For example, there are some materials left to repair the eaves of the bathroom next door, and by the way, I also helped the canteen to get an awning; for example, the iron gate has been in disrepair for a long time, and I just borrowed tools from the uncle of the car repair shop to prepare myself to fiddle, and found that the door suddenly opened and opened and closed smoothly. Slippery, as new
The neighbors on Quanxi Street have a harmonious relationship, and they often help each other. Such blessings have not been unheard of before, but they have not been so frequent these days. It was almost as soon as a little trouble was encountered, and nothing was done, and it was solved.
This afternoon, before the delivery man from the wholesale market came, Ning Lan rode a bicycle to a chain supermarket five kilometers away to buy ingredients for making octopus balls, a bottle of teriyaki sauce, a bottle of salad dressing, and wooden fish A bag of flowers and chopped seaweed, these are ingredients that can't be bought nearby.
During the checkout, the mysterious goddess of luck came again. The supermarket held an event and participated in the lottery with the shopping receipt. Ning Lan reached in and grabbed a random one and unfolded it: an electric car.
In exchange for an electric car for less than 60 yuan, other people can wake up laughing from their dreams, but Ning Lan connected this with a series of unimaginable things before, and came up with an alarm bell in his heart. conclusion.
He didn't want the electric car, and when he rushed home on his bicycle, the delivery van was already parked at the door. The deliveryman is still the little brother who often cooperates with him. He usually leaves the goods at the door in a hurry every time he comes. This time, I don’t know where the patience is coming from. The goods are neatly coded by the wall, neither hindering walking nor affecting the appearance.
Ning Lan chased after him immediately, walked around the canteen, and blocked Sui Yi who had strayed into a dead end.
Sui Yi seemed to have just finished his physical work, sweating profusely, with a few strands of hair scattered in front of his forehead. One sleeve was rolled up to his shoulder, revealing his entire sturdy arm, and his chest rose and fell violently with his breathing. Even though he was so tired, he never took off the mask on his face.
When he was tired from dancing before, he would also pull his short sleeves over his shoulders to dissipate heat. At that time, Ning Lan liked the way he was sweating so much that he asked him to wear a vest. Before he could answer, he hurriedly shook his head and said no, no other people could see it.
Ning Lan looked away and asked, "What are you doing?"
Sui Yi: "Running, passing by."
"By the way, help the delivery guy move the goods?"
"Um."
Ning Lan was about to laugh angrily, but she opened her mouth but couldn't bend the smile, and asked coldly, "What the hell are you trying to do?"
There was no one else in the alley. Sui Yi pulled the mask to his chin, revealing a handsome face that had hardly changed in more than three years. His thin lips parted lightly, and he said, "I hope you have a good time."
This answer made Ning Lan stunned for a while, but after a while, her eyes regained clarity.
"I'm fine now," Ning Lan said, "please put away your boring sympathy, I don't need any help."
Especially from you.
Sui Yi soon received a refund.
Aunt Jiang said: "Ningning insisted on giving it to me. You must know how stubborn he is. I said that he couldn't take so much. As soon as he put it on my table, he ran away, and he couldn't catch up..."
No one has a deeper understanding of Ning Lan's "pretentiousness" than Sui Yi.
In the evening, Sui Yi called the teacher.
The teacher pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "If you can't find anyone to complain, you just think of me?"
Sui Yi was lying on the small bed in the guest room rented by Aunt Jiang's house, and it creaked with a slight movement.
Depressed in his heart, he had no time to take care of the poor conditions, and regarded this "consultation call" as a life-saving straw: "He refused to pay attention to me and did not accept my kindness. I... What should I do?"
The teacher gave a "tsk": "You made the wrong number, you have to ask your father."
Sui Yi was not amused this time, looking at the mottled ceiling with anxiety spreading in his eyes.
He had made a lot of plans in the three years that Ning Lan was away, how to treat him well, how to hold him in his hands and love him. But these assumptions are based on the premise that Ning Lan still cares about him. Now Ning Lan does not have him in his eyes, not only ignores all his compensation behaviors, but also tries his best to distance himself from him, which is far beyond his expectations. .
For the first time, he felt the powerlessness that the power of life and death was in the hands of others, and he could only sit and wait. God knows how much he wanted to tie Ning Lan back when he was peeking at Ning Lan in the dark these days, and let him stay by his side all day, unable to go anywhere.
He was so afraid, afraid that Ning Lan would disappear again, that he would become a complete lunatic.
"Are you still listening?" the teacher called him on the other end of the phone.
Sui Yi dragged himself out of the bottomless vortex, exhaled heavily, and replied, "Yes."
"I think this is an opportunity instead." The teacher said, "You might as well change your identity, as a suitor, chase him well."
The next morning, Ning Lan rubbed her eyes and got up from the bed, and saw a bright rose on the windowsill.
He is not a girl and has no special feeling for flowers. Taking it to the trash can, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I just threw it on the stove.
That night, sharp-eyed netizens found a rose in the octopus ball making video posted by the food blogger "Can't Fried Chicken Wings", and ran to the comments to frantically ask if it was a male ticket. He lamented that the virtuous little brother who could cook was chased by wild men, and the single dog could only boil water and soak it in a bowl of noodles and swallow it with tears.
The next day, Lu Binghua, who was eating octopus balls, came and saw the two flowers that her mother-in-law had inserted into the bottle. Her first reaction was to think that someone was chasing him, hugging his legs and crying, begging him to be firm. Be your own sister-in-law.
Ning Lan was indifferent, her eardrums hurt because of the noise, so she forked a ball, turned around and stuffed it into his mouth.
Lu Binghua puffed out his cheeks and looked at the door, asking, "Hey, why did the human-shaped sign at your door disappear a few days ago?"
"Moved." Ning Lan said.
"Ah... It's boring." Lu Binghua swallowed the last mouthful of food and pouted, "Brother, you really don't plan to go home?"
Ning Lan was stunned, lowered her head and put down the plate in her hand, and said, "This is my home."
Lu Binghua narrowed his eyes and said happily, "Then tomorrow, can my eldest brother and I come to your house for a meal?"
The next day, Ning Lan got up and flipped through the calendar, only to realize that today was her birthday.
In the morning, his mother-in-law made him a bowl of longevity noodles, and not long after eating, Lu Binghua appeared shaking his head, and he let him look at the sky for a while, and let him look behind him for a while, trying to sell the secret.
In the end, Ning Lan couldn't take it anymore, so she stood up and said no, it's a big deal, so Lu Binghua took out the set of dishes on his back and showed it to Ning Lan on the counter. This set of tableware is a food blogger with 200,000 fans, and the CEO of the largest canteen on Quanxi Street, must have a row of noodles!"
Before lunch, Ning Lan received a bouquet of flowers from Fang Yu, and the card arrived at the same time: [Give me to you, happy birthday my little Lanlan]
Fang Yu has been in contact with him recently, saying that he has been busy with a new album for a while, and he will come to see him when he is done. Rarely, Ning Lan was in a good mood. She took the roses out of the bottle, inserted fresh flowers, and returned to Fang Yu.
In the evening, Lu Hao came with a cake. Ning Lan and her mother-in-law ordered a table of dishes together. Lu Binghua was still thinking about that cake, so he insisted on cutting a piece for everyone.
After eating, Ning Lan almost vomited. She stood up and ran in the yard. Lu Hao came out, reminding him to slow down and be careful of the recurrence of the old disease. Ning Lan then slowed down and walked five meters square with Lu Hao. Eating in the small yard.
As soon as they turned around, the two almost stepped on each other's feet. Lu Hao smiled and said, "Let's go out for a walk, we can't turn around here."
The summer wind blowing on the face brought some coolness at night, and it blew people's pores, which was very comfortable. Ning Lan walked forward while kicking the stones, passed the small bridge named after Quanxi, and kicked the stones into the river.
Lu Hao applauded and shouted "Good shot" in a face-saving manner. Ning Lan curled the corners of his lips and smiled. The moonlight coated his soft-line face with a light edge, making his already clear eyes as bright as stars.
It wasn't that Ning Lan couldn't feel Lu Hao's throbbing and temptation. On the way back, the two accidentally touched their hands several times. He quickly avoided it, secretly regretting coming out with Lu Hao, for fear that he would say something. If you can't answer yourself.
Lu Hao also felt Ning Lan's vigilance. He approached the entrance of the grocery store and said, "Are you free next week?"
"Ah? Yes... yes."
"Take half a day to go to the hospital with me."
Hearing this, Ning Lan's tense nerves instantly relaxed, and then she looked bitter and resentful: "Are you really going?"
"Really." Lu Hao said, "The obedient children have candy."
Ning Lan pouted: "I think you are more suitable to be a pediatrician."
Lu Hao was noncommittal.
Walking to the door, Ning Lan had just put the key in the keyhole when she heard someone behind her say, "In my eyes, you will always be a child who needs protection."
In the middle of the night, Ning Lan tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Lu Hao's words frightened him even more than his confession. He knew that he couldn't respond to this feeling, but he desperately longed to be loved and protected.
For example, he knew that he had nothing to do with Granny Zhang, but he was still taking maternal love from her arbitrarily.
For example, he knew that someone as arrogant as Sui Yi would not be able to bear to turn around and leave when he treated him so coldly, but he still wanted to open the window to see if he brought flowers today.
Ning Lan got out of bed barefooted, walked to the window, and opened the window gently.
At the end of the moon, in addition to a rose whose petals have begun to curl up on the windowsill, there is also a small cuboid, reflecting delicate light in the moonlight.
It's a voice recorder. I've seen this thing when I was interviewing with other members of the group before.
Ning Lan hesitated for a while, then picked up the two things, sat back by the bed, put down the flowers, and took a closer look with the recorder.
He didn't turn on the lights, so he didn't know which button was recording and which was playing.
Murphy's Law always takes effect at critical moments. The more he dare not touch it, the more he accidentally clicks his left thumb, presses a key, and the sound of electric current enters his ear from the outside mouth. Ning Lan is in a hurry. It was turned off, and before the button was touched, a melody slowly flowed out of the small recorder.
The sound of a violin.
Ning Lan considers himself to be a complete layman, and can only barely distinguish the timbre of different instruments. He seems to have heard this song somewhere, but it seems that he has not.
But he could hear the graceful melody of the melody, like the dizzy ripples of a stone falling into the water, light and quiet.
Ning Lan was a little annoyed when he finished listening to the whole song without knowing it, he didn't intend to listen.
At this time, there was a light click from the recorder, and it automatically jumped to the next part. Ning Lan, who was in the dark, couldn't touch the pause button again, but turned up the volume a lot.
He heard the person who played the piano just now say, "Lanlan, happy birthday."
The heartbeat and the blunt sentence stopped for a beat at the same time, and the voice recorder recorded the sound of people's breathing clearly.
The person who played the qin was probably afraid that he would not listen to it, and there was a bit of urgency in the gentle tone.
After delivering a sentence of "Happy Birthday" that everyone can say to him, the violin player is selfish, his lips are close to the receiver, and his voice is more mellow and melodious than the sound of the piano, and softly said: "I love you. "
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Schubert's "Song on Water"