"Long Street" by Shu Yu
On June 16, 2012, Xiang Yu's bachelor's degree certificate and academic background certificate were issued to her at the same time. She carried these two certificates and walked outside the school.
There are some stories from this day.
It was in the evening, a moderate rain fell in the imperial city, and the cement road in the campus was washed brightly, sporadic leaves and petals stuck to the road, and the air was filled with the coolness of the summer heat.
Xiang Yu stood under the tree in front of the school and waited for a while before he stopped a taxi.
The phone kept vibrating, and it was an urging message from Zhao Yanmo, asking why she hadn't arrived yet.
Zhao Yanmo is Xiang Yu's boyfriend and has been in a long-distance relationship with him for nearly a year.
Now that he has graduated, Zhao Yanmo wants to come to Imperial City for development.
The long-distance relationship finally ended, but it was not as pleasant as Xiang Yu imagined.
The development that Zhao Yanmo said is to push a cup and ask with friends every day, take the swelling and boasting on the wine table as true, and then tell Xiang Yu.
While soaking in the table Internet cafe and billiard hall, I used my alcohol-soaked brain to look forward to making a lot of money.
It may be inaccurate to say that he is not aggressive, but the way he is aggressive is very different from Xiang Yu's cognition.
Xiang Yu got into the taxi, and the driver glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Where are you going, girl?"
"Go to Xiuchun Street first."
She talked to Zhao Yanmo on the phone at noon, saying that she had dysmenorrhea and didn't want to have dinner with them.
Zhao Yanmo learned the tone of the imperial city, and said a few "erhuayin" in a strange tone.
What a big deal. I'll book a restaurant with soup. Come on, I haven't seen each other for several days.
Dinner is set at Xiuchun Street, which is an old dining street in the imperial city, with many courtyards.
There are soup shops on the street, one is a famous Cantonese restaurant, and the other is a ginseng chicken soup shop.
Xiang Yu was not sure which one it was, so he called Zhao Yanmo: "Where are you?"
"Xiu Chun Street BBQ restaurant, come quickly, I'll be waiting for you. I'll be waiting for you."
The pain in the lower abdomen was like a drill, and Xiang Yu frowned: "Didn't you mean to make soup?"
The messy noise on Zhao Yanmo's side was a little quieter, probably because he wrapped the microphone and lowered his voice and said, "So many friends, can't they all accompany you to drink soup just because you have dysmenorrhea? They all want to eat Ma Xiao. , you'll have a moment."
When he was in a hurry, he didn't learn the imperial accent any more.
"Forget it, I'll order some ginseng chicken soup and go home."
"Xiang Yu, don't be petty. I told them that my girlfriend is coming soon, and you suddenly put pigeons to let me save face?"
Xiang Yu was a little angry.
She wanted to ask whether his face was more important or her body was more important.
The next second, Zhao Yanmo lowered his tone again: "Yao, today is the son of the CEO of a listed company. If the relationship is good, you can get me an account in the Imperial City. Don't you also want me to stay in the Imperial City? ?"
Xiang Yu didn't answer and hung up the phone.
This kind of conflict has happened more than once since Zhao Yanmo came to the Imperial City.
More than once a week.
At first they would fight, fight, get hysterical and throw tantrums.
By now, Xiang Yu didn't want to quarrel anymore.
He met Zhao Yanmo during the vacation just after the end of his junior year. He came to the Imperial City to play with friends and met Xiang Yu on campus.
The boy was wearing a casual jacket, parked his bicycle in front of her, his ears were a little red, he handed the phone over to the roar of his friends, his hands trembling nervously: "Hello, my name is Zhao Yanmo, is it inconvenient to add a WeChat? "
There are elderly people in Xiangyu’s family who love calligraphy and painting, and often buy oil smoke and ink for painting.
So it could not be said that day because the word "Yanmo" was familiar, or because of the sincerity in Zhao Yanmo's eyes, Xiang Yu agreed.
But just a year later, the young boy with his brows and eyes is now mixed in various wine bureaus.
All eyes are full of wanting to join the imperial city for nothing.
"Girl, Xiuchun Street is just ahead, there is some traffic jam, look..."
The driver's intention is quite obvious. The rain has stopped, and the traffic jam begins again at the intersection ahead. If the passengers can walk through it by themselves, it would be great, and it will save each other's traffic jam time.
Xiang Yu scratched at the back of the passenger seat, and his voice was a little weak: "Master, please give me a ride, I'm not feeling well."
The girls in the north speak faster and speak boldly, but Xiang Yu's tone is a little long, like a weeping willow with mist and rain outside the window.
The driver looked back subconsciously:
The girl's bag was stamped with the university's degree certificate and graduation certificate, her slender hand was on her belly, and her face was pale.
"Then you sit and don't be afraid of being blocked. I'll send you to Xiuchun Street."
"Thank you."
The car was blocked at the intersection for a while, and through the window covered with traces of rain, the neon and light signs became blurred spots of light.
Xiang Yu remembered that last summer, Zhao Yanmo covered her head with an umbrella in the heavy rain, and half of her body got wet, but said, "Xiang Yu, I like you, let's be together, you give me a chance OK?"
Such moments that make people feel warm are actually only at the beginning of this relationship.
She didn't understand why men were like this. She tried her best to chase people, but she didn't know how to cherish them after they were together.
Xiang Yu's disappointment and sadness have already happened. A relationship is about to end, and it is unbearable that there is no dysmenorrhea.
She thought calmly:
Let's have one last meal, and it's time to break up.
At the intersection of Xiuchun Street, the car suddenly braked suddenly, and Xiang Yu leaned forward with inertia.
After such a toss, her lower abdomen was sore and dripping with cold sweat, she raised her head and looked out the car window.
A solid black Benz drove in the other direction, and seemed to get to the intersection faster than a taxi.
In addition to the area and letters, the license plate is actually 44444.
Laodi urbanites are a bit superstitious, and think that it is unlucky to have a "4" on the license plate number, house number or even phone number, so few people use it.
Whether it was because the car was expensive enough, or because the license plate was unusual enough, the taxi driver rolled down the window but didn't immediately rebuke.
The black Benz on the opposite side fell back a distance and gave way to the intersection.
A hand with a cigarette stuck out from the rear window of the car, and a male voice scattered in the air with the smoke: "Sorry, you first."
The master driver drove the car into Xiuchun Street and stopped at the entrance of the barbecue shop: "Girl, you are so uncomfortable, you should eat less barbecue."
Xiang Yu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and thanked seriously: "Thank you."
Even strangers who traveled together for only a short distance knew that they were caring, but Zhao Yanmo didn't.
This barbecue restaurant is said to be the building of the old imperial capital. It was renovated from a courtyard. There are still some shadows of the carved beams and painted columns of large families in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Even the lights are retro red lanterns.
Xiang Yu walked in while enduring the pain in her lower abdomen, Zhao Yanmo quickly pulled her wrist and walked in, saying as she walked, "It's been a long time since the crayfish was on the table, so if you didn't come, I'll be waiting for you. "
Several boys in the private room are old smokers, and the exhaust fans do not work, and the smoke is lingering.
Several boys smoked one by one, and the barbecue on the table was all served with peppers, as well as spicy crayfish and mixed vegetables.
The tableware in front of Xiang Yu has not been removed, and blinked his sour eyes in the smoky fire.
The pain in the lower abdomen came one after another, and the pain made people more and more exhausted on the dining table.
After holding on for about 40 minutes, Zhao Yanmo and a few boys went out to the toilet and came back. Their loud bragging voices came from the corridor:
"I saw a straight license plate number just now, five fours. It's fucking awesome."
"Human's car is also a good car, Benz S500 is the top match!"
"So why don't you have a restaurant with us? It's a fart."
"That's right, if we make money tomorrow, we can have it as well."
Several of Zhao Yanmo's friends all have a little money at home and are rich.
As soon as he entered the door, he began to reveal his family background: "What is a Benz S? It's someone else's. When my father will replace me with a Volvo at the end of the year, I will take you for a ride."
"Is it going to be a Volvo? The previous Volkswagen doesn't open?"
"Open your mother! Scrap it!"
Zhao Yanmo smiled flatteringly and continued, "Don't, brother, if you don't open it, give it to me. What are you scrapping it for? Open it for me."
Xiang Yu endured it for ten minutes before taking advantage of the excitement and calmly said to Zhao Yanmo, "When will it end? I have something to tell you."
Concerned about Zhao Yanmo's face, Xiang Yu kept his voice very low.
"It's too early for today, and I'll be going to KTV later." Zhao Yanmo also said in a low voice.
Xiang Yu nodded silently: "Then I'll go first."
After nearly a year of love, there was a moment that was shorter than a moment, and she actually hoped that Zhang Yanmo would stop her.
Just like when we were first together, I asked her thoughtfully, "Is your stomach hurting? I'll take you home."
But Zhao Yanmo didn't, in a group of questions such as "Hey, why is your girlfriend gone", "Are you angry?" .
He just used his lame imperial accent to make a light statement: "Oh, girls are all hypocritical, and they feel like the sky is going to collapse..."
It hasn't rained anymore, and the air is left with dampness. Walking into such air from an air-conditioned room makes one's bones chill.
After all, it is a 21-year-old girl who has just walked out of school, and her eyes are red more than once when she graduates emotionally.
Even if there are few feelings left at the time of breaking up, it still stirs up the low mood unique to dysmenorrhea, making people want to cry in this rainy day.
Xiang Yu took a few steps, stepped out of the lively barbecue shop, turned into the alley next to the shop, and simply sat on a short stone platform.
The stone platform is hidden behind a hedge of trimmed angular squares, which is partially isolated from the hustle and bustle, only the eaves are dripping with water.
So they didn't see anyone at first.
Xiang Yu was only sad for a moment, and when he looked up, he realized that someone was a few steps away.
It was a man of superior height, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, standing not far away, holding a mobile phone and making a call.
The place was dimly lit, and all I could see was the man's neat face and clear jawline.
He put the phone between his shoulders and face, took out a cigarette case, knocked out a cigarette, took out a small case, poked the mouth of the cigarette with a needle-like object, and then stuffed something similar to incense sticks in the cigarette.
The man moved slowly, lowered his eyes, and answered the conversation on the phone without a sound.
For the first time, Xiang Yu saw a man who made smoking like a spring water brewing tea, elegant and comfortable.
Originally, he just unconsciously set his eyes on him, but in his every move, the question of "who ordered the horse to visit the capital" suddenly appeared.
The man obviously didn't know that there were other people there, and when he tilted his head to light the cigarette with the lighter in his arms, he paused for a while.
Later, Jin Fubai recalled the first meeting and said with a smile, thinking he had seen a ghost.
Xiang Yu knew that his face must be pale, his eyes were red, and it was probably scary to hide in the dim light.
But she was really not in the mood to say anything, and looked at the man in confusion.
The man lit a cigarette, biting the cigarette holder and exhaling a plume of white mist.
He took off his black shirt with short sleeves and walked to Xiang Yu with it.
Out of disgust at the smell of smoke in the room just now, Xiang Yu subconsciously wanted to hold his breath, but he could only smell a faint and soft agarwood on his nose.
He rolled up his shirt and handed it to Xiang Yu: "Sit on the cushion, the ground is cool."