Xu Lian sat in front of the bar and was quiet for a while, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the wine in Wei Yichen's hand.
Wei Yichen responded quickly, shrank his hands quickly, and put the wine bottle on the floor inside the bar. Xu Lian looked at him, Wei Yichen smiled at her, and said, "I met Xiang Changkong once before, and he said he was going to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination."
He asked Ah Mao to investigate Xiang Changkong's situation before, but Xu Lian suddenly came over to talk to him about her dreams today, which must be related to him.
Xu Lian picked up the orange juice in front of her and drank it like wine. She didn't put it down until the glass bottomed out: "He probably won't take the test."
Wei Yichen leaned against the bar and asked her, "Why?"
According to A Mao's previous news, Xiang Changkong gave up going abroad to study at first because of an accident at home. My father passed away, my mother fell ill, and I have a younger sister who is in the third year of junior high school. Under such circumstances, it is impossible for anyone else to go abroad to study for postgraduate studies. At that time, he gave up, which was a last resort, but now that he has the opportunity to read it again, why should he give up
Xu Lian said: "Do you understand the current situation of my country's aerospace industry?"
"..." Wei Yichen was silent for a while, then asked her, "Do you think I should understand?"
Xu Lian handed him the empty wine glass and said, "Pour me another glass."
Wei Yichen obediently poured her another glass of orange juice and put it in front of her. Xu Lian took a big sip and lost a third of the orange juice: "Xiang Changkong said that they all work under the 611 system. Do you know the 611 system? That's six days a week, 11 hours a day, not counting overtime. The more capable people are, the greater the work intensity, and the benefits are not as high as those of popular majors, young talents are drained, and the backbone of the people die young."
Wei Yichen was stunned for a moment and asked her, "Xiang Zhangkong's father is also...?"
"Well, that's about it." Xu Lian took another sip of orange juice, as if drinking wine. "They have made great contributions to the country, but their families might wish they weren't so great?"
She didn't know about the other people, but Aunt Weng probably would rather let him deliver food to Changkong, and didn't want him to have anything to do with the plane again.
She looked sideways at Wei Yichen: "You said, as a family, should you support them?"
Wei Yichen was silent for a while, but he couldn't hold back, so he brought up the wine again and poured himself a glass. This time Xu Lian didn't go up to grab it, as if waiting for him to reply.
Wei Yichen took a sip of wine and asked her, "Is Xiang Changkong's mother not agreeing?"
"Um."
"how about you?"
"Me?" Xu Lian smiled. She had seen Wei Yichen's depressed look, and Xiang Zhangkong's deep eyes. They were all like stars in the sky that were gradually disappearing, trying to blend themselves into the swirling darkness. . She can understand Weng Shuli's thoughts, but she doesn't agree with her approach. There are people in this world who are willing to be plain, but there are also people who would rather burn themselves than live vigorously.
And Xiang Changkong is undoubtedly the latter.
So is she.
"I want the people I like to do what I like."
Everyone's life is only one lifetime, no matter how long or short, but please leave no regrets.
Wei Yichen laughed: "you think so thoroughly, why ask me. You don't have to worry too much about his mother. Your influence on him is not necessarily less than his mother. As long as you support him, there is still hope. "
Xu Lian felt that after so many years, Wei Yichen finally said the most pleasing thing to her.
After drinking two glasses of orange juice, she put down the wine glass, picked up her bag and prepared to leave: "I'll go first, and you can treat these two glasses of orange juice as yours."
Wei Yichen: "..."
Really conscious.
He looked at Xu Lian's back, put one hand on the bar, and stopped her: "Xu Lian."
Xu Lian turned halfway, looked at him and asked, "Why, the owner of Tangtang Bar, can't you afford even two glasses of orange juice?"
Wei Yichen smiled: "It's not this, you recently... If you have nothing to do, don't come here."
Xu Lian looked at him, her eyes suddenly sharpened. Just over an hour ago, Xiang Zhangkong had just said this to her.
What's going on now, let her not go to them one by one
Hehe, do you think she really wants to find them? She didn't say a word, turned around and walked out of Wei Yichen's bar.
Wei Yichen felt a little scared when he saw her expression just now. She is afraid that she will not want to take care of herself in the next six months. But that's okay, the less contact she has with herself, the safer it is.
Xu Lian left Qingnan Lane and drove straight home to sleep. She didn't wake up until after five o'clock this night. She got up and cooked a bowl of noodles for herself, turned on the computer and checked the purchases after that.
Things related to scented candles are not available everywhere even in foreign countries. These things are only sold in specific locations. These shops are not easy to find, most of them were told to her by her Korean teacher. She herself also keeps an eye on the trends of the industry. Usually, she will learn about new molds or styles abroad.
Although this time she decided to go abroad to purchase because of the elk mold, but since she has all gone out, she must buy as many things as possible. When she was collecting information, she saw that a store had launched a new airplane mold. The size was small, but it was very cute. She put a tick on the back of the mold and included it in the purchase order as well.
Xiang Changkong should like it.
She was so absorbed in preparation that her bowl of noodles was mushy, and she hadn't finished it yet.
At Xiang Changkong's house, Weng Shuli hadn't eaten yet. Xiang Nuan had already gone to school, and Xiang Changkong was at home alone, guarding his mother.
Weng Shuli was not too young, plus she had suffered a serious illness before, Xiang Changkong was very worried that her body would not be able to bear it if she didn't eat or drink like this. Afraid that Weng Shuli would have no appetite, he specially remade dinner, which was her favorite chicken porridge. He also cooked some side dishes, all of which Weng Shuli likes to eat.
After preparing the meal, he knocked on Weng Shuli's door again: "Mom, it's getting late, come out and have something to eat. I cooked your favorite chicken porridge and side dishes."
After speaking, he stood outside the door and waited for a while, Weng Shuli still didn't eat. He leaned against the door and whispered, "What do you want from me?"
Weng Shuli lay in bed all afternoon, but she did not fall asleep. The father and son she met in the small park always came to her mind.
The little boy looked only seven or eight years old, and he was still not skilled enough to control the plane. Once the plane fell on the grass in front of her, he stumbled over to pick it up. Weng Shuli looked at the small plane lying on the grass with the propeller slowly turning, and bent down to pick it up.
"Thank you grandma." The child thanked her in a milky voice, ran back to his father with the plane, and continued to let him teach him.
This little boy looks like Xiang Zhangkong.
The figures of the father and son in the park gradually overlapped with the figures of Xiang Zhangkong and his father. They were all saying that when they grew up, they wanted to be like their father.
If the little boy grows up and can no longer fly, he will be very disappointed.
"Mom, how can you be willing to eat?"
Xiang Changkong's voice came from outside the door, and Weng Shuli heard it and didn't answer.
She knew that Xiang Changkong had not been happy in the past few years, but at least he was alive and well.
Xiang Changkong knocked on the door twice and finally left. Sitting alone at the dining table, he watched the steaming porridge gradually become cold, and his eyes also became cold.
Until the night completely enveloped the city, Weng Shuli still didn't come out to eat.
Xiang Zhangkong took out his mobile phone and made a call to Xu Lian.
As soon as Xu Lian came out of the bathroom, she heard the phone buzzing non-stop. She subconsciously felt that the call was from Changkong, so she stepped up and walked over.
Really to the sky.
She picked up the phone: "Xiang Zhangkong?"
Before Xiang Changkong called her, he thought for a long time. He even wrote seven or eight drafts of his belly, but at this time, he still didn't know what to say.
Listening to the silence on the other end, Xu Lian walked to the small sofa and sat down: "Why don't you speak? Did something happen to Aunt Weng?"
The corner of Xiang Changkong's mouth moved, and for a long time he spat out two words: "Xu Lian."
His voice was dry as if he had been toasted on the sofa.
Xu Lian said lightly, "Well, I'm listening."
"I… may not take the exam."
Xu Lian lowered her eyes: "Aunt Weng still refuses to eat?"
"Well, she seems very angry. She lay in bed for an afternoon without eating or drinking. Her health is inherently bad, and she can't stand it like this."
Xu Lian didn't speak, and even his breathing was so weak that he couldn't hear it. Xiang Zhangkong's hand holding the phone gradually tightened until his knuckles began to turn white: "Let's separate."
What is despair? Xiang Changkong used to think that his father was gone, his mother was seriously ill again, and he had to give up his dream. This was despair. Now he understands that despair is not darkness - that a light suddenly comes on in the darkness and then goes out again, that is despair.
He didn't take the postgraduate entrance examination, and he didn't know what he would do in the future. He couldn't give Xu Lian any protection at all.
After he said this, the other side of the phone seemed to be quieter, he sat alone in the corner of the room, as if he was the only one left in the whole world now.
Then Xu Lian's voice suddenly came from the receiver: "Xiang Zhangkong, what did you just say?"
Xiang Changkong squeezed his hand beside him, and repeated it again: "Let's separate."
"Separate? Do you mean breaking up?"
"Um… "
"You want to break up with me?"
The corners of Xiang Zhangkong's mouth pursed into a straight line, but he didn't answer.
Xu Lian's voice came again: "Xiang Changkong, are you at home?"
"Um."
"Do you want to go out later?"
"Do not."
"Okay, you wait."
…
Xiang Changkong's heart skipped a beat.