The Zhongrong City area is more lively at night than during the day, and the cold temperature in winter cannot resist the enthusiasm of the night beer drinkers. The barbecue and snack stalls were set up all the way, and Xu Lian's car slowly passed through the crowd and drove to the community where Xiang Changkong lived.
It was right for Xiang Changkong not to let Xiang Nuan live in the room facing the street. During the day, he didn't really feel it, but at night, it was too noisy.
Xu Lian has been coming here a lot recently, and the uncle at the gate already knew her, so he didn't ask her when he saw her car coming in. It's just that at this point in time, it's really not easy to find a parking spot on the basketball court.
Because the basketball court does not have special parking spaces, the residents can park very freely. Seeing that there are so many vacancies, it is not easy to park in. Xu Lian remembered that the last time he went to the amusement park, he also encountered such a situation. At that time, Xiang Zhangkong turned the steering wheel twice and parked the car.
Now that Xiang Changkong is not helping her, and the sky is dark, Xu Lian turns on the parking assist system and moves in little by little.
After parking the car, Xu Lian breathed a sigh of relief. She raised her eyes and looked in the direction of Changkong's house, and walked up with her bag.
There is no elevator in this old community, Xu Lian is wearing high heels, and the sound of "DengDengDeng" echoes in the corridor. Before she could climb up, Xiang Zhangkong could hear her footsteps.
He walked to the door, trying to open it for her, but stopped halfway. The footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped outside the door.
Xu Lian raised her hand and knocked on the door: "Xiang Zhangkong."
Xiang Zhangkong stood awkwardly on the other side of the door just like when he first met Xu Lian. He put his hand on the doorknob and didn't move for a while.
Xu Lian shouted again: "Xiang Zhangkong, open the door, I know you are inside."
Xiang Changkong pursed his dry lips, pulled his index finger, and opened the door.
Xu Lian stood outside the door and looked at him, her hair was not tied into a ponytail as usual, as if she had just washed her hair and was still a little damp.
"Xiang Zhangkong." The two stood at the door for a while, Xu Lian said to break the silence, "Did you say you want to break up with me? You say it again in front of me."
Xiang Zhangkong lowered his eyes slightly, but did not speak. He couldn't speak.
Xu Lian waited for a while, then pushed him away and walked into the room. Xiang Zhangkong looked back at her, closed the door, and walked in behind her: "Xu Lian..."
Xu Lian walked to the door of Weng Shuli's room and stopped. She raised her eyes to look at Chang Kong and asked him, "Your mother is still inside?"
"Um."
Xu Lian knocked on the door twice, then turned the door handle. The door was unlocked, she opened it and glanced at the bed.
Weng Shuli lay motionless on it, with her back to the door. Xu Lian went around to the other end, and her high heels stepped on the floor, as if stepping on people's hearts.
Weng Shuli closed her eyes, she walked over without opening her eyes to look at her.
Xu Lian stood beside the bed and looked down at her: "Aunt Weng, I'm Xu Lian, I know you're not sleeping, so I'll just say it, you just listen. I know you're sad when Uncle Xiang left and you were cheated. The incident has also stimulated you a lot, but you are also an adult, and you are still Xiang Changkong’s mother. It has been three years since these incidents. After three years, are you still reluctant to come out? Then how long are you going to be sick? Do you just rely on your son for the rest of your life? He is your son, but not your prisoner, and this is not like a home, but a cage."
Xiang Changkong's eyebrows moved, trying to interrupt her: "Xu Lian, don't talk too much..."
"And you Xiang Changkong." Xu Lian suddenly turned around and looked at him, "Do you feel that you are very sad? For the sake of your mother, for your sister, for this family, give up your studies, give up your dreams, give up everything? In my opinion, you You are just a coward, don't use other people as a shield. How many times have you been to school in the past few years? Do you dare to face your teacher? Do you dare to go to the class reunion? What does your sister really want, have you asked? Do you know how much you pressure her?"
Questions like cannonballs smashed the room into silence, the air seemed to stop flowing, and my heart was filled with panic.
Xu Lian retracted her gaze and looked at Weng Shuli again: "Aunt Weng, I understand that you are worried about Xiang Zhangkong's old path, but do you really think this is right? Does this mean loving them? This is not love, this is imprisonment ."
After speaking, she walked out without looking back and closed the door with a bang, as if she had never been here.
Xiang Changkong stood in Weng Shuli's room for a while, and then walked out. The hot food on the table was cold again, so he walked towards Changkong and sat at the table by himself after eating without calling Weng Shuli. After washing the dishes and chopsticks, he took a shower himself, and then went back to the house.
Today he took a day off, but he was more tired than he usually works all day. He leaned against the head of the bed and looked at the two planes on the table.
One is the wooden plane that his father made for him, and the other is the paper plane that Xu Lianzhe gave him.
I don't know if it's because of the doors and windows closed, Xiang Changkong felt very stuffy in his heart, so stuffy he couldn't breathe, so stuffy that he had hallucinations. Everything around him turned into a huge vortex, dragging him down all the time. He struggled desperately, but in vain. He wanted to grab something, anything.
When he came back to his senses, he was holding the paper airplane that Xu Lian gave him.
He took the plane apart and there was a row of words written inside.
"Death doesn't hurt, it's life that hurts."
Xu Lian's words weren't very good, but they were better than neatness. Just this simple row of small words made his eyes feel sore.
He might really be a coward.
He took the mobile phone beside him and opened Xu Lian's WeChat.
Xu Lian had just taken another shower. In this big winter, she was driving back from Xiang Changkong's house, but she was sweating. After drying her hair, she sat in front of the vanity mirror and looked at herself.
She had just finished shooting at Changkong's house like a machine gun, and she felt very refreshed. But calm down, she recalled what she said, isn't it really too much
She snapped at Tong Zhangkong, but if she was in his situation, she didn't know if she could do better.
She found her mobile phone and opened WeChat to Zhangkong.
The top display shows that the other party is typing.
Xu Lian was stunned for a moment, then stared at this line of work. It turned into Xiang Zhangkong's name for a while, and then displayed "The other party is typing...", and after ten minutes, the other party still hadn't sent a message.
Xu Lian suddenly laughed.
After waiting for a while, she finally sent the first message to Changkong, with only two short words.
"Xu Lian."
Xu Lian's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't reply.
A few minutes later, the news to Changkong came again.
Xiang Changkong: What happened today is my fault, I apologize to you
Xiang Changkong: Are you free tomorrow? can we meet
Xu Lian finally replied mercifully to him: "I don't have time, I can't."
There was no movement from Xiang Changkong's side. Xu Lian stared at the screen, and under her gaze, the screen lit up again.
Xiang Changkong: What about the day after tomorrow
Xu Lian: No time
Xiang Changkong: Then when are you free
Xu Lian: I don't have time if you ask me out.
Xiang Changkong held the phone and pursed the corners of his mouth.
Xu Lian: Xiang Changkong, we have broken up
The fingers towards Zhangkong gradually tightened, and the illusion came again. This time it was the sea, and the surrounding air seemed to have turned into sea water, slapping him on his body and face, and he was a drowning man, dying on the sea.
He desperately needs to catch something, he wants to catch... her.
His fingers flicked on the phone's virtual keyboard so fast that he didn't even know what he was typing.
Xiang Changkong: Then can I pursue you again
Xu Lian watched the message on the screen quietly, and moved her fingers after a while.
Xu Lian: Look at my mood
The surrounding sea water gradually receded, and Xiang Zhangkong felt that he had finally caught something.
Xiang Changkong has never pursued anyone, and the only time he fell in love was Xu Lian's initiative. He didn't know what to do to chase Xu Lian, but he was eager to see her.
He got up early in the morning as usual and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Weng Shuli's door was still closed, and Xiang Changkong didn't call her, but still prepared a breakfast for her.
At noon, he took a thermal insulation bucket that he hadn't used for a long time, and went to Xingguang Department Store to find Xu Lian, which contained the lunch he made for Xu Lian.
Zhang Guoer was looking at the store on the first floor, and when she saw Xiang Changkong coming in, she was stunned. Xiang Changkong nodded at her and asked her, "Hello, is Xu Lian here?"
Zhang Guoer said, "The boss went abroad to buy, didn't she tell you?"
Xiang Changkong was stunned for a while, she really didn't tell herself.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhang Guoer added, "She said she would be back in three days."
Xiang Changkong returned to his senses and thanked her: "I see, thank you."
He walked outside the store, took out his mobile phone and looked through Xu Lian's circle of friends, and found that she was really abroad, and he had posted a position in the morning. Xiang Changkong clicked a comment, wanting to say something to her, but in the end he just liked it.
Xu Lian came out to purchase this time, and the schedule was very tight. She could feel the hard work of purchasing on behalf of her. Carrying large and small bags, she casually found a store for lunch, and she leaned on the sofa and took out her mobile phone to check.
Many customers have been added to her WeChat account, and many people usually post a dynamic like and comment. She clicked on the message prompt, glanced at it, and saw Xiang Zhangkong's praise.
Xu Lian smiled and put the phone back.
She spent a day on the streets abroad and delivered a day's worth of food to Zhangkong in China. When he came home in the evening, Weng Shuli ate all the meals he had left behind, not only eating, but also washing the tableware and chopsticks.
Xiang Changkong was stunned for a moment, then walked to the living room and found Weng Shuli sitting on the sofa alone, flipping through an album in her hand.
"Mom." Xiang Zhangkong called her, and walked over to look at the album in her hand.
It's a photo album from his childhood, with pictures of him and his dad on it.
Weng Shuli didn't look up, as if she was staring at the photo in a trance.
In the photo, Xiang Changkong's eyes are as bright as the boy in the small park, as if he is holding the whole world.
Xiang Changkong thought that she would ignore her as usual, but she suddenly said something: "You, when you were young, you had beautiful eyes."
Maybe it was because she hadn't spoken for a long time, and Weng Shuli seemed to have difficulty speaking such a simple sentence.
Xiang Changkong froze in place, he hadn't heard Weng Shuli's voice for too long. He squatted down and held her hand that started to wrinkle: "Mom?"
Weng Shuli slowly raised her head and looked at him. How long had she not seen him like this? He seemed to be stronger than before, and his skin was darker. Although they saw each other every day, she never paid attention. She looked at him for a long time, and the corner of her mouth slowly curved into a smile: "You now have beautiful eyes, but you are less angry."
Xiang Zhangkong pursed the corners of his mouth subconsciously, his eyes gradually turning red. Weng Shuli raised her hand and touched his hair: "These three years have made you work hard."
Xiang Changkong hugged her and shook his head: "You'll be fine."
Weng Shuli patted his back lightly, like he did when he was a child.
Mom finally spoke again, and Xiang Changkong first notified Xiang Nuan. Xiang Nuan had just finished her self-study at night, and she screamed directly in the corridor, almost not frightening her classmates who were walking beside her to fall. After talking to her, he turned to Xu Lian's WeChat again. Xu Lian just posted a new circle of friends. It was an airplane mold she took in a mold shop, and there was a finished product next to it.
Xiang Changkong had a lot to say to her. He stared at the pictures she posted for a while, and finally only gave a like.
When she comes back, talk to her face to face.
As a shop account, Xu Lian is not very competent. Whether it is Weibo or WeChat, she updates very slowly. But after coming to Korea this time, she suddenly became very active. Not only would she take pictures of the shops where she bought things, but even if she saw a small flower on the side of the road, she would take a picture of it and send it to the circle of friends.
Xiang Changkong diligently praised every circle of her friends.
The three-day trip was gone in the blink of an eye while Xu Lian was busy. On the day she left, she specially took a photo of the ticket at the airport, and the flight information did not hit the horse.
After the plane landed at City A International Airport, Xu Lian took her luggage and followed the crowd to the exit. There were many people waiting outside the airport to pick them up. Xu Lian dragged a large suitcase and stopped to take a look.
"Xu Lian."
A familiar voice came from behind, Xu Lian turned around and looked over.
Xiang Changkong stood in the hall where people came and went and smiled at her. The eyes of the two met in the air, raised their heads to the sky, and flew the paper plane in their hands to her.
The airport hall was crowded with people, and the people who came and went did not stop, but it was very strange that the paper plane seemed to be piloted, passing through the flow of everyone, and flying towards itself impartially.
A second before it was about to "crash", Xu Lian reached out and caught it.
Xiang Zhangkong walked towards her and stopped in front of her: "Are you back?"
"Um."
"Then... I wonder if you are free today?"
Xu Lian said: "I think about it."
Xiang Changkong smiled and took the big suitcase in her hand: "I'll push it."
He dragged Xu Lian's suitcase and walked out. Xu Lian stood there and looked at his back, and then looked down at the paper airplane in his hand.
It's not what she folded to him, it's another.
As if thinking of something, she opened the paper airplane, and there was a sentence written inside.
"There is a dream above the cloud, and there is you below the cloud."