Day 16 15:42
The night before returning to China, He Zhiyuan felt the anxiety of returning home.
He fell asleep.
Lying in bed half asleep and half awake until five o'clock, just before dawn, he left the house, locked the door, took off the key, and threw it into the mailbox, leaving it to the helper who regularly came to clean it, and called an Uber to the airport.
He travels lightly and carries very little luggage with him - both domestic and foreign countries are considered permanent residences, and he has his own clothes for the four seasons. Except for the one he wears when he goes out, he does not even bring a single shirt. Instead, it was a gift for Bubu and Songran, carefully selected and stuffed into a box full of them.
Before taking off, he called Songran, who was quite nervous on the other end and kept telling him to pay attention to safety.
He admits that he does not have the ability to dismantle planes with his bare hands, and the probability of encountering terrorists does not seem to be high, so he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I fly hundreds of thousands of kilometers every year, and I have never seen a plane crash."
Song Ran's face turned pale with fright: "You don't have to set up a flag!"
He Zhiyuan: "… "
"Uh..." Song Ran wiped her nose embarrassedly and whispered, "I, I pointed out the flag, it's equivalent to pulling the flag, you... You should pay attention to what you say, and you are not allowed to stand again."
He Zhiyuan laughed lowly, his chest trembled slightly: "Has anyone praised you for being cute?"
Song Ran's face became hot, and she said shamelessly, "Yes, there are too many!"
This is the tone that Bobu has been using recently, and he took Songran away without knowing it. The more He Zhiyuan listened, the more cute he became. He gave him a kiss on the other end of the phone and reassured him that he would go home safely before saying goodbye to him tenderly.
That night, Song Ran tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, imagining it was a vast, dark night over the Pacific Ocean. He stretched out two more fingers, one for himself and the other for Mr. He, and slowly approached each other.
Ten thousand kilometers, what a long distance, since he was born, he has never been so far away.
Song Ran pointed to his fingertips and prayed silently: "Little plane, you are not allowed to shake it, you are not allowed to shake it, you must fly steadily little by little, fly over the ocean that reflects the stars, and let the people I miss in my heart be safe. brought to my side.
The left and right fingertips gradually approached, and when they met, they slapped intimately.
After sending Boobu to kindergarten in the morning, Songran found a barber shop.
His hair hasn't been cut for a month, and the quality of his hair is soft, and the bangs are covered again, which makes him less energetic. The barber graciously came over with the ipad to recommend the look. The homepage was colorful and red, and the cool killing Matt was so cool that even throwing bombs into the dye vat might not produce this effect. Song Ran subconsciously wanted to refuse. Halfway through the sentence, the little brother slid to the second page, and cut out a particularly dazzling short haircut: simple, clean, and beautiful to refresh the aesthetics.
Song Ran immediately changed his mind.
If you don't bleed today, the money will be made in vain.
An hour later, he walked out of the barber shop refreshed, with his forehead, ears and neck exposed. The wind blew, his skin was cool, and his short hair fluttered briskly in the wind, showing a vigorous sunny vigor.
After returning home, I took a selfie in the mirror and sent it to Lin Hui on WeChat.
The little girl responded with a three-line exclamation mark in seconds, and waved her mobile phone to stimulate Zhan Yuwen to go.
Songran went out early in the afternoon.
Half an hour before the end of the kindergarten, he locked the bicycle neatly on the fence at the entrance, leaned against the tree and waited for the rabbit—Mr. He had sent a text message earlier, saying that it had landed safely. He was itchy, thinking about where to wait or not, so he simply came over and squatted in advance.
An old lady came slowly with a basket of water chestnuts, dried bean curd and Malantou. Seeing him leaning against the tree in his pocket, she greeted him cheerfully in dialect, "Will you pick up Xiaoning later?"
"Yes, pick up your son." Song Ran's face was full of spring breeze, "Are you here to pick up your grandson too?"
"My family was born with Nannan, and the customs are beautiful." When the old lady saw that he spoke Mandarin, she changed it to Mandarin with a Shanghai accent. She picked up the vegetable basket, showed Songran the vegetables and fruits in it, and said, "Well, it's all the dishes she likes to eat, so she buys them back and cooks them. My family has always picked them out since she was a child, and they are spoiled. Dried bean curd mixed with malan head, It needs to be fresh, it needs to be boiled and it needs to be specially iced, she won't eat it mixed with leeks, it's a little slick."
Although the old lady complained, her eye sockets were deeply wrinkled with laughter. She looked at Song Ran, and when she saw that he looked like a student, she asked, "The boy doesn't look very old, how old is the child?"
Song Ran said, "I was four years old and just started middle school."
The old lady nodded: "That's one year younger than my nannan, but boys grow up so fast that they can't stop him. You're so tall, you'll definitely not be bad as a child... By the way What about the child's mother, why did you come to pick it up?"
"Well, my family is usually my master, the child's 'mother'... 'she' is busy."
Flying all over the world on business trips, I haven't come home yet.
Song Ran seized the opportunity and changed Mr. He's personality, secretly laughing in his heart.
As soon as the old lady listened to him, her eyes immediately became kinder: "You are a very good young child. You are good at customs, considerate, don't put on airs, and are willing to accommodate your wife. My daughter never met a man as good as you, daughter and son-in-law. Both of them were busy, so I had to throw them to me, and the old man didn't care, he played cards and walked birds in Fuxing Park every day, and told him that he would be back at four o'clock.
Speaking of the rise, the old lady started to chat with Songran's parents for a short while. Song Ran thought it was very interesting. While chatting with her enthusiastically, listening to her from her son-in-law to the old man, she paid attention to the cars on the road - the appointment was made to meet at four o'clock, and there were less than twenty minutes left. He may be sitting on his Mr. He.
The heart was beating fast and thumping.
The base of the ear slowly warmed up, then the neck, and then the face.
Song Ran kept reviewing and preparing the opening remarks all night, rehearsing the most beautiful smile angle and the most appropriate handshake posture in his mind... When he first moved to Bishuiwan Residence, every time he swiped his card to enter the hall, he had to face the glass like this. He was nervous for a while, just for the slightest chance of meeting Mr. He.
In the blink of an eye, two months passed.
The phone in his pocket vibrated unexpectedly, and Song Ran's sanity was instantly sober to the extreme. He quickly took out his mobile phone and saw "He Zhiyuan" marked in white on a black background on the screen. He hurriedly said to the old lady, "I'll take a call."
Old lady: "Hey, you take it, you take it."
Saying that, he took two steps back.
Song Ran held the phone, her fingers couldn't stop shaking, she swiped three times before sliding the interface open: "He, Mr. He?"
"Song Ran, it's me."
After more than ten hours, the low voice with a smile finally sounded in his ears again, probably because the distance was close, and it warmed his ears: "Have you gone to kindergarten?"
"It's here." Song Ran stood on tiptoe, turned to look around, "I'm at the gate of Gaolan Road, how about you, are you coming soon?"
"There aren't many parking spaces there, it's a bit crowded. How about we meet in another place?" He Zhiyuan suggested, "Go west, turn left at the first intersection, and see a teahouse with curtains stopped."
"it is good!"
Song Ran excitedly said goodbye to the old lady, raised his right hand and waved, then turned around and trotted, his footsteps were as brisk as stepping on clouds and wind, swaying fallen leaves on the ground.
The place He Zhiyuan agreed with him was a long street, with a row of plane trees planted on the left and right footpaths, and old-fashioned old houses on both sides. The walls were gray and white, and there were mottled rust between the fences.
In the spring of April, the green leaves of the newly-born parasol trees are piled up in clusters, and the tall branches are intertwined into a net on the top of the head. The sun shines like broken glass in the shade, shining brightly, paving all the way along the street, adding some light to the quiet long street.
At the next street not far away, there is a simple little tea house.
There is a half-walled creeper, a curtain of wisteria flowers, and a blue-gray curtain hangs under the walnut signboard with an elegant word "tea" written on it.
"I saw the tea house. Are you inside? First floor or second floor?"
Song Ran ran in a hurry, and when he found his target, he stopped panting, trying his best to probe his neck - the light in the tea house was dim, and the interior scene could not be seen clearly through the window glass.
"Sorry, I'm still on the road, I'll be there in a while." He Zhiyuan said calmly, "There's a bus stop near the tea house, do you see it?"
bus stop
Song Ran turned his eyes and found an inconspicuous small station.
It's really unremarkable: a wooden shed, glass walls, and a one-meter-wide low stool that can only seat two people side by side. A green and white vehicle information board was inserted on the notice board, and the rest were empty, indicating that there was only one train passing by. It is small in itself, and it is blocked by the lush ivy and wisteria, almost disappearing most of it.
Song Ran didn't know why, and asked in confusion, "There is a small station, what's wrong?"
For three or four seconds, He Zhiyuan was silent, and he was judging something with extreme caution. The decision that was about to be made was so important to him that he was weighing the pros and cons back and forth until he spoke. In the end, he did not soften his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Song Ran, stand still and don't move, look at the station, and count up from the beginning."
Song Ran froze suddenly.
The joy of joy disappeared in an instant, he stared blankly at the small station, his fingers clenched, his face was pale, he only felt that a bucket of ice water was poured down, and it drilled straight through the bone marrow from the Tianling Gai, and it was so cold that the whole body was chilled. .
"No, no, don't do this..." He shook his head slowly, his lips trembling, "Mr. He, I can't do it, I can't do it..."
Word by word, it was pinched out of his throat weakly, shaking like he was about to shatter.
He Zhiyuan held back his intense distress and asked him, "Don't you want to see me?"
Song Ran shook his head again and took a step back: "I want to see you, I want to see you very much, but..."
But can you please stop forcing me? Don't hold my head and use my feelings for you as a hostage to force me to face unpleasant things.
Mr. He, look at this small station, it is remote and deserted, and has long been forgotten.
No car will come.
There will never be a car coming.