Before dawn on Wednesday, they returned to New York, Wu Wei's apartment.
In the darkness, she pushed open the door of the apartment that was once familiar but now felt a little strange, and said softly to Lin Yiyang, "They are still sleeping."
She took Lin Yiyang's hand and walked through the living room. The two found the room where Yin Guo used to live, pushed open the door, and almost kicked over the suitcase stored here. This time, Lin Yiyang heard her bump into the box and picked her up by the waist, kicked the box away with his feet, and the box slid to the corner on the other side with a "boom".
The two looked at each other.
"It's a bit loud," she said softly.
Lin Yiyang let her fall to the floor. The sound insulation of the apartment is not bad, so he wasn't worried.
The two split up, tidy up their things, and tidy themselves up by the way. Around nine o'clock, the other two people in the room also woke up.
As parting was approaching, Yin Guo and Lin Yiyang were idle, as if they had nothing to do.
It turns out that important people are like this before they leave. It’s normal, very normal. There is nothing extra to say, and it’s not like in the past when there was no WeChat. There is nothing to advise, except for the dozen hours on the plane. Can be contacted anytime.
I don't have extra things to do, I don't want to do anything, I just want to stay in one space.
It's just that my heart is panicked. As time goes by, my heart turns into an hourglass, and it becomes empty a little bit.
Lin Yiyang had nothing to do, so he took a rag, wiped the table, and cleaned the kitchen.
"Do you have any dirty laundry here?" she said from the bar. "Or shall we go to the laundry room?"
"What are you going to do?"
"Laundry," she said, "and want to see there, I have to go."
The laundry room on the first floor of an old apartment building is not special to others. It is everywhere in this city, but it is the place where Lin Yiyang first said that he wanted to chase her. She still remembered that there was a long blue plastic table in the middle, and the two of them took up a corner on each side, and they were communicating with their mobile phones, as if it was still in the middle of the night yesterday.
Lin Yiyang patted her on the head and said, "I'll go when I come back."
I don't want to make it look like a final parting.
As a result, Wu Wei came back after a long round outside, and found that the two were still in the living room, hadn't gone anywhere, and hadn't entered the room to make out. He was very puzzled, and asked Lin Yiyang in a low voice: What are you doing? Argued before leaving
Lin Yiyang didn't bother to pay attention to him, looked at his watch, went into the room and took the box: "Let's go."
Wu Wei watched the two of them leave the apartment. After pondering for a while, he probably felt like he had to leave home on the day he was going to study abroad. He wanted to talk to his parents. There was nothing to say, it looked the same as every day , there is no difference on the surface, just sitting on the chair by the dining table and waiting for every minute to pass, waiting to go out according to the calculated time, and when I really pick up the suitcase and step out of the house and get into the car, then I start belatedly. uncomfortable. The pain of being away from home.
He doesn't have a girlfriend, so he can only understand the peace between Lin Yiyang and Yin Guo in this way.
Yin Guo, who was going downstairs, was already sad when she passed the laundry room.
"You asked me to take a picture," she said.
Lin Yiyang stopped in his tracks.
Yin Guo had already taken out her mobile phone, went into the laundry room to take a few photos, and came out in a hurry: "Okay, let's go."
She knew that the car was waiting outside, so she was in a hurry to take pictures, and she didn't focus. She got in the car and looked through them again. Two pictures were blurred, and only two pictures remained.
Lin Yiyang watched her staring at the phone, and said, "When I take you back, I'll take a picture and send it to you."
She said "um" and rubbed her eyes, pretending to be fine, but tears almost fell out.
On the road, there is nothing to say.
Arriving at the airport, Lin Yiyang saw that her suitcase had been smashed, fearing that it would fall apart on the way home, so she found the staff at the airport to wrap the suitcase with a thick layer of plastic sheeting.
When paying, Yin Guo wanted to compete with him to pay, but failed.
The two checked their luggage.
"Wait, see if there is any problem." He was talking about the suitcase. He was afraid that there would be problems after going through the security check.
In fact, I also have selfish intentions, so I can wait and see outside so that I can stand with her for a while longer.
"That's a problem. The money just wrapped is wasted."
"Probably not, I checked your box before leaving home," he said.
It is not anyone's home, not hers, nor his, it is a habitual way of saying, it is a place where they lived temporarily. But Yin Guo really felt the sadness of "leaving home", and obviously wanted to go home.
"Almost, let's go." He said suddenly.
Yin Guo shook his head: "Wait another minute."
She looked up at him, Lin Yiyang lowered his eyes, and also looked at her. After more than ten seconds, he took the initiative to hug her, thinking that if there were no accidents, he would be able to go back around this time next year. But the words are stuck in my throat, I can't say it, I can only say it if I really do it, or else I'm writing a empty promise.
Everything has not yet begun, and the future is unpredictable.
"Do you regret it?" He stroked the hair on top of her head with his chin, "Did you find someone from another place in the first place?"
"Well," she buried her head on his chest, "I regret it, you should go back to China and chase me again."
he laughed.
Without your presence, who knows if I want to go back.
"Then keep chatting? Talk until I go back to China?" He continued.
"Um."
"Aren't you afraid that I'm an emotional liar? Have you talked for a year without pointing it out?"
Yin Guo somehow got wet eyes, and tears fell down. Lin Yiyang first wiped her face with the palm of his hand, and then wiped her face with the back of his hand: "Stop crying." He advised her.
People cry out of joy, the more they persuade, the more sad they become.
He couldn't persuade him, so he took out a pack of wet tissues from his pocket and stuffed them into her hand: "It's not enough for the road, but it's not enough for the plane."
…
Yin Guo still had tears in her eyes, and she was amused by him.
Lin Yiyang finally waited for her tears to disappear, and sent her to the security checkpoint until she was no longer in sight, and then counted the time outside, calculating that she was almost out of customs, and sent her a WeChat message.
Lin: Safe travels.
Red Fish: Delete the note. Delete my comment name.
Lin Yiyang smiled and deleted the note.
It was discovered that her WeChat name had been changed—Lin Li Guo.
Fruit in the forest: Is the four-character WeChat name too long
He stared at the newly changed name and was silent for a while.
Lin: No.
Lin Liguo: That's right, anyway, it's displayed on the dialog box.
Lin: Yes.
Lin Liguo: I'm really leaving.
Lin: Good.
Lin Liguo: Send me another, that, coffee.
***
Yin Guo had just passed the security check, and the shoelaces were scattered on both sides of the sneakers before he could re-tie them. She carried her backpack on one shoulder, looked at WeChat, and waited. After a long time, it still hasn't been posted.
Is the signal bad? She thinks that she is up to the mark, and he should be full of signals when he is outside.
Beside Yin Guo, there were people coming out of the security checkpoint all the time. Some people put on their hats again, and some people zipped their bags and put them back on their backs. She bent down, clutched her phone, tied one shoelace, and suddenly there was a reminder sound.
Lin: [coffee]
An expression like a door suddenly opened.
She remembered that when she saw this expression for the first time, she thought he was annoyed and dismissed herself...
She clenched her hands and looked at it for a while, then lowered her head, and went to tie the shoelace on the other side, but the butterfly buckle failed to form after several times, and finally squatted in the corner, hugged her knees, buried the lower half of her face in her arms, looking at the ground.
The ground in front of him was suddenly far away and near, covered with water.
***
Lin Yiyang took the bus and transferred to the subway back to the apartment.
On the subway, someone was playing drums impromptuly in the carriage. Usually he was in the mood to appreciate it for a while, but today he was inexplicably irritable. Every drumbeat seemed to hit his heart, and his nerves jumped.
He was counting the time, there was nothing else to do, he took off the watch from his left hand, put it on his right hand, took it off again, and stuffed it directly into the pocket of his jeans.
When I entered the station at the next station, I received a late WeChat message when I received a brief signal.
Fruit in the forest: [happy]
At first glance, it was before her plane took off and switched to flight mode.
Still a little girl, with a very detailed romance about love, like, using this as a farewell.
Lin Yiyang thinks of the two of them in the car in Hawaii, thinks of the girl's unique soft breathing... thinks of her feet covered with fine gravel, walking around him, thinks of her sitting in the subway car with only two people, saying to him : My name is Yin Guo.
He was restless and turned off the phone.
Entering the apartment building, he passed the laundry room and thought about taking pictures of Yin Guo, but he didn't go in, and a person came out first, Jiang Yang who was waiting here. There was no one in the apartment, he sat here for more than an hour just to wait for Lin Yiyang.
"Why is it turned off?" Jiang Yang asked.
"out of battery."
"I'm leaving right now, and I'm afraid I won't see you," Jiang Yang, like Meng Xiaodong and his gang, was going to the Irish Open, which was also today's plane. "Finally, I've caught up."
Lin Yiyang looked outside: "Shall I call you a car? To the airport?"
"No, it's booked."
Lin Yiyang saw Jiang Yang's delay in talking about the business, waiting, and guessed that he was watching his mood, wondering if he was going to talk.
"I've just delivered Yin Guo, and I'm in a bad mood," Lin Yiyang said bluntly, "I'm not complaining to you, just say what you have to say."
Jiang Yang took out a post-it note from his pocket, with a phone number written on it, to see if the area code was in China or his hometown city: "This is the teacher's phone number, it's at home."
Unfamiliar number, can contact a familiar person.
"I was about to leave, only to find out that you didn't have WeChat." Jiang Yang stuffed him with a post-it note, "I borrowed a piece of paper from someone and copied it for you. The teacher hasn't contacted anyone these years... and his health is not good. You have time to make a call."
Lin Yiyang felt like paper in the palm of his hand, so he didn't say a word.
"Contact more when you have time," Jiang Yang put his hand on his shoulder, patted it, and repeated after a pause, "Contact more."
Jiang Yang dragged his suitcase and club case along the narrow aisle, pushed open the door of the apartment, and gradually went down the stairs, disappearing from his back.
In the laundry room, a little boy was folding clothes, each of which was folded into cubes, and at the end he carefully looked at the balls on the top, and pulled them out one by one. They looked like women's clothes, and they should belong to his mother. Lin Yiyang leaned against the door frame and watched, this most ordinary scene of a laundry room seemed to suddenly return to the original world.
No one ever showed up.
Whether it's a brother or her.
Outside the window is the street view, the chaotic houses, each of which is irrelevant and completely different, like everyone in this immigrant city, may come from a different and belong to their respective hometowns. including myself.
Adrift is an opiate-like emotion that is addictive, but also easy to get.
The sense of belonging is a veritable luxury in emotion, and there are too few people who can give it. I remember a friend I didn't know very well once said that I felt like I was an orphan the year my parents passed away and had no home. Only those who have experienced it will understand this feeling.
There is a girl who came here from the other side of the ocean and from her hometown at the end of January, and left today. When she left, she called herself "the fruit in the forest". This was the girl he had chased after hard, the one he insisted on having, and the girl he wanted to hug first knowing that the future was uncertain.
Lin Yiyang folded the label paper in his hand, and then folded it in half again.
He took out the wallet and stuffed the note into the top compartment of the wallet.
It's been a long winter, it's time to wake up.