When I was studying in the UK, I met Leo who lived on the street.
He is three years younger than me, with sharp black eyes, like a young eagle.
When I met a fellow countryman with yellow skin and black eyes in a foreign country, I temporarily softened my heart and took him in.
Later, because of him, he fell out with his father and severed the father-son relationship, but in the end he said to me, Pei, I don't want you anymore, don't come to me again.
I still don't know his real name.
I sighed and got up from the bed.
A corner of the old photo of Lu Qingfan and I peeked out from the pocket of the bedside coat, and the silvery white moonlight fell on it, just illuminating my young and bright eyes.
Pei Jiyu was so happy and wonderful at that time, he never knew that there were so many painful things in the world.
On a whim, I took out the photo and called Lu Qingfan according to the number on the back.
The phone was quickly picked up, "Who is it?"
The hoarse and deep voice must have just woken up from sleep.
Holding my breath, I heard the sound of his breathing slowly spread to my ear along the telephone line from a dark distance. My heart was as calm as a lake, and there was no ripple in my heart.
The other party seemed to realize something, and his breathing became rapid, "Pei Jiyu, is that you?"
He tentatively asked a question.
I kept silent and looked up at the big clock hanging on the wall. It was exactly twelve o'clock, the dividing line between today and tomorrow, which happened to be used to say goodbye.
"Pei Jiyu, you are there!" He raised his voice, "Pei Jiyu, talk to me! Pei Jiyu!"
I clicked on the microphone.
Totally refreshing.
Let him be hysterical over there alone, who cares.
A night without dreams, sleep until dawn.
He opened his eyes and looked at the big clock, but it was a quarter past seven, which was still early. I was about to lie back and sleep again, when I suddenly remembered that I only had half a year left, so I shouldn't waste my time like this.
So he turned over and got up, packed himself up, and prepared to go out for a walk.
Half a foot out of the door, the phone jingled and remembered, I didn't want to answer it, but for some reason, my heart moved, I turned back, and picked up the phone.
"Jiyu, it's me."
It's Meng Siqi.
I smiled lightly on the phone, "Oh, it's you."
"Are you free today? I want to go out with you." He invited me.
"Just what I want." I immediately agreed to him.
Drank a glass of water before going downstairs.
But after a while he arrived in a car, a French car, not outstanding in appearance, but with good performance and long life.
Everyone doesn't like short-lived ghosts.
I got in and sat in the passenger seat, and he leaned over to fasten my seat belt.
"How can you be free today?" I turned my head and asked him, "I thought all doctors would sell themselves to the hospital, and they would never stop until the last drop of oil and water was squeezed out. How could they give you a holiday?"
He raised the corner of his mouth at me, "Probably because I'm a showman rather than a person."
I am amused by him.
"Where are you going to take me?"
"I'm going to take you to breakfast first." He turned to me and said.
He took me to a roadside stall to eat soy milk and fried dough sticks.
"I didn't even know you were such a stingy person." I teased him with a fried dough stick in my mouth.
The heart is really moved.
At the age of sixteen, he went to study in England alone. It was so unpalatable for foreigners to cook. A bowl of soup was dull and the ingredients could not be seen, and he couldn't swallow it after a meal.
Shortly after returning, I met He Li. He likes foreign restaurants, sitting face to face in a western restaurant with his sweetest time, holding a knife and fork to elegantly cut a piece of steak.
How long has it been since I drank a cup of hot soybean milk in the cold winter to warm my heart that is gradually cooling down.
"You should get in touch with the lively and vulgar life, get more exposure to the sun, and get close to lively people." He took out a handkerchief and handed it to me to wipe my hands. "It's good for your health."
"You are indeed a doctor, and you never leave your profession." I curled my lips.
After breakfast, Meng Siqi asked me for advice.
"It can be seen how dishonest you are. You haven't made any plans yet to ask someone out." I expressed my dissatisfaction to him.
"I'm just too impatient. I'm afraid that if you delay for a while, you will go to someone else, so I asked you out in a hurry."
That's what Meng Siqi is good at, talking is always comfortable.
He drove slowly on the street with the traffic, and I watched the scenery passing by outside the car window, enjoying the feeling of time passing slowly, as if it could prolong my short life.
Suddenly I saw a Ferris wheel on a billboard, and my heart moved. I turned my head and said to Meng Siqi, "Why don't we go to the amusement park."
Meng Siqi also turned to look at me, and the two looked at each other, "Are you sure?"
I nodded, "I'm sure."
It is indeed a bit weird for two big men who are over half a hundred years old to come to the amusement park on weekdays.
Along the way, many tourists secretly looked at us. It was the first time that I realized that the word "like awn on the back" is really good. Those eyes are not thorns growing on the back, piercing through layers of winter clothes.
Meng Siqiqi and I shrugged our shoulders and lowered our heads, and walked quickly towards the Ferris wheel like thieves, regretting it to death.
It wasn't until Dicky sat in the pod that he let out a long breath, and then the two faced each other and smiled at each other.
The Ferris wheel rose slowly, and I put one hand on the window to see the scenery on the ground that was gradually moving away.
Meng Siqi and I read it together.
"I didn't expect you to like the Ferris wheel when you are still a child at heart," he said.
I didn't say a word, and it took a long time before I answered him, "Believe it or not, I have never been on a Ferris wheel when I grow up to this age."
He turned to look at me.
"When I was young, I always wanted to sit with someone I liked, but unfortunately he refused." I remembered the old things many years ago, "I always wanted to wait for him, and I just waited and waited. I grew up like this."
In the end, I spread my hands towards Meng Siqi, "Now I finally can't wait for him anymore."
He had that sad expression again.
He always feels sorry for me.
A person's waiting time is limited, and no one will spend his whole life waiting for another person to turn around.
So I'm always in love with someone else.
After sitting on a Ferris wheel for seven or eight times, the staff has long been familiar with us.
After the last trip, I took a deep breath, inhaled the bitter winter air into my lungs, turned around and spit it out again.
I turned my head and said to Meng Siqi, "I have made my wish, and I will die without regret."
He was not happy, "You won't die. Jiyu, you shouldn't leave early, there are so many beautiful things in the world that you don't know."
I shrugged and didn't answer.
I don't want to die, no one wants to die, but I don't want to struggle in pain either.
Life is worse than death, death is better.
I looked up at the huge wheel under the gray-blue sky, and said softly, "It's like the eye of the sky. Many people say how happy it is to ride a Ferris wheel. The Ferris wheel is the cruelest thing. It slowly brings people into the clouds, but at the moment it is closest to the sky, it suddenly falls down, giving people only a momentary illusion of warmth. I also want to try to live in the illusion, but in the end it always It's going to land."
But Meng Siqi said, "Jiyu, being down-to-earth is the only way to be happy. You don't need dreams floating in mid-air. You are just waking up from a dream, so you shouldn't despair."
I can't always say no to him.