The Douban post "Those Years Between Me and Mr. J" was moved to Weibo by the marketing account, and it received a lot of reading, and the comments were polarized. Everyone has their own reasons, and their mouths are on others, so let them go as they say.
The post became popular on Weibo for a while. From the rough love in their story to the sexual relationship between men and men, it spread widely, and even Jia Lin saw it.
There were many cryptic hints in it, and Jia Lin quickly thought of Zhou Hao and Jiang Yuqian. But for those who are familiar with them, it is not difficult to guess who the author of the post is.
He spent a morning, rare and quiet, and roughly read the post from beginning to end.
Zhou Hao's emotions over the past four years are all recorded in the book, and reading the whole text, there is a black oppression. There are only a few little sweets in it, most of which are bitterness that you can't ask for, and that person's gloomy childhood.
He even understood Zhou Hao's feelings for Jiang Yuqian at that time. Behind the crazy possession was actually his own salvation—
That person tried to save himself more than once, but in the end, he failed.
"Alas." He has always disliked these moaning, but this time, he felt a little pitiful for Zhou Hao as he read it.
He took out his phone and sent Jiang Yuqian a WeChat message—
"Are you free? Come out and sit down."
It's inexplicable, and even Jia Lin himself can't figure out what kind of mood he sent Jiang Yuqian at the moment. Probably sympathy, that man is too pitiful.
For a long time, Jia Lin did not receive a reply from Jiang Yuqian. Just when he was preparing for this matter, Jiang Yuqian replied to him—
"Okay, where is it?"
The two made an appointment at the cafe, and Jia Lin arrived first, the moment Jiang Yuqian walked in when the glass door of the cafe was pushed open. Jia Lin knew that this person didn't really love Cheng Zixu much.
Bystanders are clear, authorities are confused.
"What would you like to drink?" Jia Lin asked.
"casual."
Jia Lin waved, and the waiter came over.
"Two glasses of Americano, thank you."
"How are you doing recently? It's been a long time since you buddies got together."
"It's still the same." Jiang Yuqian's fingers were unconsciously clasped together.
Jia Lin's eyes fell on his hands, staring for a short time, as if he wanted to see a hole in those slender hands.
After watching for a long time, time froze. At this time, the waiter brought two cups of coffee, "Your coffee, please use it slowly!"
Boring, Jia Lin stirred the coffee with a small spoon, very lightly.
"What do you want from me today?"
Jiang Yuqian's words broke the awkward silence between the two.
Jia Lin raised his head, with no expression on his face, but his eyes were faint, with a kind of entanglement inside.
Do you want to tell him? How to tell him? Jia Lin's head is very messy. In the end, he came up with the result that he should not take this muddy water.
The matter between Jiang Yuqian and Zhou Hao has become a mess for so many years. How can he sort out the mess with a few words and what he thinks is the pitiful truth? I shouldn't make any more trouble.
"It's nothing. I haven't seen you for a long time. I want to come out to sit with you."
Jiang Yuqian didn't doubt it, or he didn't bother to doubt it. The unsatisfactory life day after day has already made him physically and mentally exhausted, and he really has no extra energy to care about other things.
When the little lunatic was still there before, the two of them were always arguing, and even moved their hands and feet frequently, and he never felt so tired. At that time, every day seemed to have inexhaustible energy to make love and fight against the little lunatic Zhou Xuan.
Outside the glass window of the cafe, there is a cold and silent world, adults, children, and even the puppy wagging its tail are all silent.
The sun shines through the window, warm. It's the same way to look at the winter scenery from the balcony to the community.
It seems that the snow scene is the same everywhere. Is the snow scene in Zurich in memory the same
Jia Lin looked at the man with his head sideways facing out the window, perhaps because of the sympathy between friends, he easily guessed Jiang Yuqian's thoughts.
"How are you with Cheng Zixu?" Jia Lin asked intentionally.
Jiang Yuqian stopped looking at the scene outside, he raised his head to look at Jia Lin, his eyelids trembled a few times, "It's pretty good."
"I heard that Zhou Hao talked about a little girl."
Jiang Yuqian didn't reply, but looked out of the window again.
The sun cast a continuous layer of halo on his side face, soft and peaceful, and his thoughts gradually settled down, no longer abstract, but concrete—
He misses the little madman, and he wants to meet him.
He was thinking in a daze, Jia Lin stared at him in a daze, watching, Jia Lin was completely disturbed by him.
In the end, Jia Lin couldn't hold back and spoke out.
"Yuqian, I saw a post on the Internet this morning." Jia Lin took another sip of his coffee, which was a little cold, "Do you know who wrote it?"
Jiang Yuqian's raised eyelids slowly opened and widened, and there was a faint light of hope in his eyes.
What is he looking forward to
Jia Lin continued, "It was written by Zhou Hao."
Jiang Yuqian was filled with uncontrollable joy, "What... did he write?"
"From the time you two met and wrote until you broke up, you go back and search for it yourself, "Those Years Between Me and Mr. J"."
The joy on his face disappeared, and Jiang Yuqian slowly fell into deep thought. No one knew what was going on in his mind right now.
The sympathy between friends has completely failed in the heavy atmosphere at the moment. Jia Lin didn't know either.
"Yuqian, do you know? Zhou Hao's father passed away when he was very young..."
There was a brief silence between the two.
Jia Lin continued: "He lived with his mother, and his mother and stepfather treated him badly..."
Jiang Yuqian pricked up his ears to listen, and when he heard that everyone was treating the little lunatic badly, his thoughts stayed here, and he could no longer hear other voices. Jia Lin also said a lot, but he couldn't listen to a word.
His whole body became dazed and dumbfounded.
"I'm going back."
He did not return to his current residence, but went to Binjiang No. 1. Sitting on the sofa in his empty home, he found the post that Jia Lin said.
From the beginning to the end, his mind was blank, he couldn't even remember who the little lunatic was? Who is he? Who are they? …
Chaos, confusion, and a kind of regret that cannot be frozen.
After a long time, Jiang Yuqian regained his consciousness, and all kinds of fragments from the past crashed into his mind in a mess.
Every time the little lunatic is distracted, he will call him "husband, husband". How does he become a husband? To force people to live to that point, they were almost stabbed by a knife.
This apartment, the little lunatic always keeps it clean, he needs to change his shoes when he enters the door, and he is not allowed to throw things away. He really takes this apartment as his own.
During that earthquake, the little lunatic came back and questioned him crazily. Later, the little lunatic hit him with a pillow, and the little lunatic said...
The little lunatic also said, I take you, Jiang Yuqian, as my family.
There were too many things, Jiang Yuqian completely shackled himself in the cage of regret and couldn't get out.
If I had known about that person's pitiful life experience... If I had known...
what can he do What can the nineteen-year-old Jiang Yuqian understand? Could he understand the poor little madman? Can he treat the little madman well
Sitting on the sofa now was the twenty-three Jiang Yuqian, and soon after the new year, he would become the twenty-four Jiang Yuqian.
Can they understand the little madman? Can they be nice to little madmen
With self-blame, guilt, and boundless thinking, Jiang Yuqian successfully wrapped himself into a deeper prison.
This night, he didn't go back, he stayed at his and the little lunatic's house, lying on the bed they used to share.
At eight o'clock, Cheng Zixu called and asked him why he hadn't come back yet
He stuck his phone to his eardrum, "I won't go back today."
He didn't sleep all night, and as soon as he closed his eyes, a shadow of a child appeared in the dark eyes, wearing a dirty school uniform, timidly hiding in his small attic, downstairs was his mother , stepfather, and infant sister.
He is so small, so well-behaved, doing his homework on the old desk. Tired of writing, he ran to the stairs of the attic, hid in the dark, and stared at the family of three downstairs...
The little lunatic in the picture is only eight years old, he is only eight years old!
The next day, Jiang Yuqian didn't go to the company. He cleaned the house carefully, not leaving a single corner untouched. He went to the flower and bird market again, bought two pots of Chlorophytum and took it home.
The dead potted gardenia tree was still there, so he moved it to the balcony to bask in the sun.
The lifeless home finally got a little life.