Once upon a time, there was a prince who would cry whenever he heard any bad news: "It's too terrible. If it happens to me, I won't be able to bear it." Repeated this countless times, one day the suffering really came. Only when he fell on his head did he realize that anyone who suffers in the world has to bear it and can bear it.
Xu Baichuan was like that prince.
In the past seven years, he has been frightened countless times by the imagination after leaving Tang Jin—he will feel that his life will be hollowed out, he will miss it, he will collapse, and then repeat the same mistakes, so he dismisses the idea again and again. It wasn't until he really left that he discovered that many of his unforgettable memories were just fears caused by repeated self-suggestion and self-intimidation.
Xu Baichuan perfected his mental preparation little by little in the time and time again of his assumptions. Rather than saying that he made up his mind to leave, it is better to say that he slowly accepted that he needed to leave.
During the past three months, he often thought of Tang Jin. The rebellious boy in high school had been subjected to layers of filters. Compared with the cold pain, it was more soft nostalgia and regret.
The person in the memory traveled back in time instantly and turned into a stern man sitting on the sofa. The cold wind blew his fingers cold, and his joints were like gears lacking oil, cold and stiff. Only the fingers that were in contact with the edge of the phone felt slightly like burning pain due to the increasing pressure.
Xu Baichuan started to walk again, took out the key card in his pocket and swiped it into the community. Thinking of the stumbling footsteps he had just heard, he frowned. In his heart, he wanted to persuade Tang Jin, after all, they had lived together for seven years, lovers could not do it well, at most they would never see each other, and they couldn't count their hopeless love as Tang Jin's fault and hope for bad luck. He said: "Call the driver or Song Yiyu to pick you up when you're drunk. It's useless to call me. And..."
He wanted to say not to call again, but it was useless. As long as Tang Jin wanted to call, he couldn't stop him, so he stopped here and hung up the phone neatly.
Less than ten meters away from the glass door of Block B, Xu Baichuan put his hands that were about to freeze into his pockets and walked in quickly.
Xu Baichuan made himself a soup, finished his meal while watching a movie, lay down on the bed and wanted to finish the rest, before he dropped his phone on his body and fell asleep. At one o'clock in the morning, he was awakened by a sudden burst of music, and the room was pitch black. He quickly found the source of the sound and found the muffled mobile phone under the quilt.
He sat up and turned on the bedside lamp, the bedroom was filled with soft light, and the caller was an unfamiliar number. The first reaction was that Tang Jin was still in the bar, calling indiscriminately when he was drunk. However, he called up the call records at night and compared the numbers were not the same. The phone disturbed his peace.
Just take this one last time. If he was really tricked, even if he went to heaven and earth, he would have to find out this grandson who doesn't let people sleep.
When Xu Baichuan answered the phone, he never expected that Song Yiyu was on the other side.
Without any politeness, Song Yiyu just said, "Tang Jin is hospitalized, you can come and have a look."
It's not like an inquiry, but more like a grant. When Xu Baichuan heard that Tang Jin was hospitalized, his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to ask in detail, but he dismissed it when he noticed Song Yiyu's tone - he didn't need Song Yiyu's permission to see Tang Jin, let alone he didn't want to go.
Cool air leaked from the gaps in the curtains, and was quickly wrapped in the warmth of the room. Xu Baichuan glanced at the time, and it was almost two o'clock at one fifty-seven in the morning, and refused: "It's too late, I won't go gone."
Song Yiyu obviously didn't expect him to refuse, and after a short pause, he spoke again: "Why don't you ask?"
Xu Baichuan said: "It shouldn't be very serious, otherwise you wouldn't be so calm."
There was no sound on the phone for a long time, and the screen went black. It turned out that it was this Young Master Song who hung up the phone.
Xu Baichuan thought he was sick. He has no intention of going to sleep, but fortunately tomorrow is Saturday, otherwise he will not be able to get up for work.
Ever since he woke up, he felt that the air outside the window was extremely cold today. He put on his slippers and got out of bed, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and his eyes were white.
It turned out to be snowing.
Xu Baichuan is a northerner, and snow has long been commonplace, and snow is nothing unusual for him, so when he was a child, he couldn't understand a Taiwanese author's description of a scene in a Chinese book that saw the snow and wanted to celebrate the whole world. To be honest, he is more afraid of the cold, but he doesn't like snow very much.
Opening the window, I saw a few men and women came out of the downstairs at some point, and they were busy making snowmen after staying awake in the middle of the night. Xu Baichuan lamented how stupid he was to be young, and at the same time developed some intimacy with this snow, as if his relatives and friends from the north came to see him in the starry night.
Xu Baichuan was happy in his heart: It's not the Chinese New Year holiday, it's really tiring to run this trip. I can't invite you in for a cup of hot tea, so let me drink it for you.
He pretended to be polite, quickly closed all the window curtains, turned around and embraced the warm air-conditioned room, went out of the bedroom to the kitchen to boil water, and brushed the club's group by the way. The lady on night shift was discussing the snow with a group of night owls in the group. The electric kettle made the sound of bubbling water. Before he could finish reading more than 300 messages, the phone screen suddenly jumped to the incoming call interface.
0472, it's Song Yiyu again.
He hung up without hesitation. He flipped through the chat history and looked at the circle of friends bored. The latest one was posted by Luo Junyu.
"Don't let anyone stop me, I'm going out to make a snowman!"
Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect that people who are usually glamorous have never seen snow behind their backs, and there are no cats either.
Maybe one of the group of snowmen downstairs is Luo Junyu.
At this moment, a text message popped up unexpectedly: [Tang Jin was hospitalized with stomach bleeding, and now refuses the infusion, can you come over?]
Stomach bleeding? Xu Baichuan was stunned.
Song Yiyu called again, this time he didn't hang up, and after answering the call, he asked, "What's going on?"
Song Yiyu said: "The doctor said he drank too much."
When Tang Jin called him last night, he was at the bar. Could it be that he has been drinking until now
Song Yiyu said: "Can you come over?" His tone was stiff, probably because he was not used to asking others.
For a moment, he was about to blurt out the promise, but fortunately he adjusted his position in time, Xu Baichuan said: "No. I have nothing to do with him anymore. With you here, I believe you can take good care of him. "
Song Yiyu finally lost his composure, and his voice became higher: "Didn't you hear that he refused to accept the infusion?"
Xu Baichuan said: "I'm not a doctor, so I can't help him. He refuses the infusion, so will he agree after I go?"
Song Yiyu: "..."
Xu Baichuan continued: "Besides, I'm in City H and you are in City B. I don't know if there are any flights, even if there are—"
Song Yiyu said: "Such a heavy snow, there won't be any."
Xu Baichuan stopped suddenly, how did Song Yiyu know that it was snowing heavily in H City
In the next second, Song Yiyu said, "We are in City H."