As the night darkened, I was speechless all the way.
Along with the signal in the radio, a certain host's jokes came intermittently. Occasionally, he could hear a good song, and Gu Yan sang softly to drive away the sleepiness that struck him.
The car drove for about half a day, and the hour hand pointed straight to ten o'clock in the evening. Gu Yan finally saw the fork in the road that was almost endless.
Earlier than expected, Gu Yan deliberately found a safer place to stop after turning down the intersection, so as to relieve his stiff back and aching tailbone.
He is no less than 1.85 meters tall, nestled in the small space of the driver's seat, and his limbs feel very hard to let go. He has always maintained the driving posture, and his fingers feel weak.
Breathing out a puff of cigarette comfortably, Gu Yan rolled down the car window, looked at the lights on both sides of the road in the distance, reflecting the night, and dug out the few buns that Brother Wang gave him in the morning, opened his mouth and took a few bites, and took a few bites of the cigarette in his mouth. He swallowed it whole.
The radio in the car was replaced by an advertisement. Gu Yan was bored, so he took out his phone to watch.
There was a message from Brother Wang on the phone, and another message, showing the time was more than ten minutes ago.
—Lin Xiaotian
Gu Yan smiled, found Lin Xiaotian's phone number in the address book, and called it directly.
"Hello? I said Mr. Gu, what are you busy with every day and you don't answer the phone?" Lin Xiaotian's unique voice came from the phone, and he didn't give Gu Yan a chance to speak when he came up. broken?"
"No." Gu Yan yawned, and said leisurely, "I'm driving."
There was a pause on the phone, and then he sighed for a long time: "I told you to come to my place, but you insisted on not listening. Why are you so tired?"
"for money."
"You are the mvp of the stubborn world, shit." Lin Xiaotian had no choice but to change the subject directly: "Did you not download WeChat? Well, cough..."
Hearing Lin Xiaotian hesitate to speak, Gu Yan asked back: "Huh?"
"It's not a big deal, but it feels better to talk to you."
"Borrow money?" Gu Yan said, "No money."
"Get out." Lin Xiaotian cursed: "Jia Bei, remember? Our high school monitor."
Gu Yan thought about it in his few high school memories: "Who?"
"There is such a person." Lin Xiaotian avoided the important and ignored: "She is going to get married, and she said it in the WeChat group."
"Is it related to me?" Gu Yan asked back: "If you don't participate, you won't have any money."
"It has something to do with you! He is going to marry Jian Jie, do you think it has anything to do with you? Fuck you..."
"Then it doesn't matter." Gu Yan smiled calmly, interrupting Lin Xiaotian's next words: "It's pretty good."
Lin Xiaotian was speechless, wanted to say something, but swallowed it after holding back for a long time, he could only helplessly say to Gu Yan: "It's fine if you don't regret it."
"I don't regret it." Gu Yan rolled up the car window, feeling that his whole body was icy cold from the wind, his limbs were frozen there, and he was unconscious.
"Also, there is a high school reunion next week, don't you want to go?"
"It's been so many years, why do you still keep in touch with them?" Gu Yan leaned back on the driver's seat and sighed: "Xiaotian, if you go, don't mention me."
"I know this." Lin Xiaotian said: "Recently, when will you come back? Come and get together."
"tomorrow."
"Okay. I'll pick you up tomorrow night."
After hanging up the phone, Gu Yan started the car again. Looking at the vehicles along the road, he felt as if he was holding something in his heart. He drove until the first traffic light intersection, and then suddenly felt a coldness on his face. When he touched it with his hand, it was tears.
When has he turned the secret buried in his heart into a part of his body, and when he is touched by others unintentionally, he himself will respond inadvertently.
Gu Yan felt that ten years passed in a flash, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember what he had done in ten years.
Some fragments from the depths of his memory will intertwine and appear in his dreams, accompanied by pain that makes him almost suffocate.
He is a drop in the ocean, living an ordinary life, running around for his life, never expecting to pray, alone, through spring, summer, autumn and winter, his dreams are plain and full of flowers.
But Jian Jie's name, this person, is a scar deep in Gu Yan's heart.
—
After sending the car to be repaired, Jane found a nearby McDonald's, ordered a set meal to fill his stomach, and waited for Jia Bei to come to pick him up.
What is out of place with him is the small bundle of cabbage next to him, sitting in a McDonald's with a lot of traffic, which looks very eye-catching.
"Young man?" An old lady asked Jian Jie tentatively, "Where did you buy this cabbage? It looks fresh."
Jane Jie took a sip of Coke, swallowed the French fries, and thought for a while: "It fell from the sky."
The old lady was taken aback.
"Really, I was driving, and a bundle fell out of nowhere." Jane Jie looked sincere.
The old lady was dubious, turned around and started whispering to the old man beside her, and turned her head to look at Jane sympathetically during the period.
Jian Jie's face was calm, neither blushing nor heartbeat.
I had just finished eating when my phone rang.
"Go out now." Jian Jie said, hung up the phone, picked up the bundle of cabbages, and walked out.
Jia Bei stood outside McDonald's, waving to Jane through the French windows of McDonald's.
I saw Jiabei wearing a knee-length lace dress, a white T-shirt with pearl buttons on the upper body, paired with a red windbreaker, and a pair of black high-heeled shoes under his feet, looking professional and feminine.
Seeing Jian Jie walking towards him, a smile appeared on his tight and pretty face: "Husband."
Jian Jie held the vegetables in one hand, and took out a cigarette from his pocket with the other, pointed at the trunk of Jiabei's car with raised eyebrows: "Open it."
"What is this?"
"Can't you see it?" Jian Jie asked back.
Jabe shrugged and opened the trunk.
"I said in the group that I have a few friends in our class and I will contact them occasionally. I will send them invitations later. We will go to take wedding photos in a few days. I happen to be on a business trip for a week. If I want to choose a wedding dress, I guess You have to push it back." Jia Bei got into the driver's seat: "Let me drive."
Jian Jie put out the cigarette butt, frowned unintentionally, and got into the co-pilot.
"What do your parents mean?"
"The sooner the wedding, the better." Jia Bei smiled: "You and I are already this old, so get married early and be safe."
Jane Jie was not talking.
"Where do you go?" Jabe asked suddenly, "Go back to me?"
"No." Jane opened the car window slightly, trying to dilute the smell of perfume in the car: "Go back to my parents."
Jia Bei's hand holding the steering wheel was a little bit harder, the smile on his face was stiff, and there was an inexplicable anger in his heart, and he didn't want to say it in front of Jane: "Husband, we are getting married soon."
"It's not too late to do some things after marriage." Jian Jie smiled, but didn't agree with Jia Bei's words: "I'm more conservative."
Jia Bei gritted his teeth, looked at the man he liked in the co-pilot, and finally compromised: "Where is the car, how are you going to the company tomorrow?"
"Driving from my father." Jane stretched her waist, "I was hit by a small truck on the road, and I was compensated for a small bundle of cabbages."
"How much is the cabbage worth?" Jia Bei said, "He should pay for the compensation. The car insurance premiums paid every month are more than these few cabbages. Selling the poor for the poor is really despised."
"Let's go." Jane Jie turned her head to the car window, interrupting Jia Bei's words.
What can change in ten years
Jian Jie fell into deep thought, the scenery outside the car window flashed quickly, just like the memory of ten years ago, time has changed.
—
Jia Bei parked the car outside Jane's parents' house, and watched Jane get out of the car reluctantly: "Honey, are you leaving like this?"
Jian Jie seemed to sigh, and went back to the driver's seat, looked at Jia Bei's face with exquisite makeup, and finally kissed Jia Bei lightly on the forehead: "Go back and be careful."
"Just kiss the forehead?" Jia Bei was a little dissatisfied.
"I'm going up." Jane smiled.
Watching Jian Jie enter the corridor, Jia Bei took a deep breath, rolled up the car window, and slammed the steering wheel hard.
After a few seconds, he took out his mobile phone in shame and anger, and made a call.
Jane Jie's parents were still awake at this point, and they were a little surprised when they saw Jane enter the house: "Why are you back?"
"Can't come back?" Jane asked.
Jian's mother pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of her nose: "You bought a house and didn't go back to live in it. It just so happens that you are getting married soon, and you and Beibei will have to live together sooner or later. Why are you crowded back into my small house with your dad? Have you got a meal yet?"
"No." Jian Jie said, "Get me a bowl of custard."
Jian's mother put down her needlework, turned her head to Jian's father and said, "If you have a dead character with you, you will make trouble."
Jane's father, who could still get shot while reading the newspaper, was stunned. After Jane's mother entered the kitchen, he picked up a slipper and threw it at Jian Jie who was drinking water, cursing: "You son of a bitch!"
"Mom—" Jane put down the water glass.
"Jian Guoxiang, you don't want to live!"
Jane ate a bowl of custard, and the 'war' between Jane's father and Jane's mother was almost over. The TV in the living room was still on, and the three of them nestled on a sofa. A few times: "Hey, hey, you bastard who is almost thirty, no matter how I look at you, I get annoyed."
"Why can't you hit me if you can?" Father Jian stared.
"He is my son!" Jane's mother replied.
"He is also my son!" Father Jian was not to be outdone.
Jian Jie rubbed his shoulders: "One, three, five, my mother will come, two, four, six, dad, come on, Sunday mixed doubles?"
"What about Beibei, why haven't you come to see the house for so long?" Jian's mother rambled: "I have discussed a good life with my in-laws. When you get married, your father and I will be relieved. Beibei is a good girl and educated. , good-looking, and a good family, after all, I have known Beibei since high school, so I can't go wrong."
Jian Jie leaned on the sofa, feeling inexplicably resistant to Jane's mother's words. Jane, who was not going well all day, didn't even think about it, and suddenly said: "What if, I don't plan to get married?"
The atmosphere in the living room dropped suddenly, and Jane's father and mother looked at Jian Jie together, their faces full of disbelief.
"Jane Jie, are you crazy?" Jane's mother screamed.
—
Gu Yan looked at the few red notes in his hand, and once again apologized to the boss.
When the batch of goods arrived, I realized that a small bundle was missing. Fortunately, the boss was nice and didn’t blame Gu Yan much, so the money was still settled: “Just go to the small hotel next to the door, you can stay overnight, tomorrow morning It's about six o'clock, come here and give you the address, you can go and get the goods, just go back, it's hard work, young man."
"Thank you." Gu Yan collected the money and said contentedly.
The small hotel is half underground, and there is only one bed in a room. There is a poor TV signal, and more than a dozen channels are connected with black and white snowflakes. It is difficult to pick one out, but it is only playing the animal world-animals gay world.
Gu Yan lit a cigarette, lay on his side, and looked at his phone.
After replying a message to Brother Wang, in the lonely and closed space, he thought of Lin Xiaotian's phone call again.
Jane Jie is getting married.
and Jabe.
He really didn't remember who Jia Bei was, but Gu Yan still had a fresh memory of Jian Jie in high school.
The scene where he saw Jane Jie for the first time had appeared countless times in different forms in his countless dreams.
It's the second day of high school.
Gu Yan closed his eyes and entered a half-truth dream.
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