Yu Zhile quickly wiped away a few tears, but he still spoke with a thick nasal voice, "I'm just tired of walking, rest here for a while, you don't have to worry about me."
Yan Yuanqing stood there for a while, without making a big move to turn on the lights in the corridor, he walked to Yu Zhile in the dark and squatted down.
Yu Zhile turned his head sideways, "I said leave me alone."
"I don't care about you, can't I squat here for a while? Aren't you squatting here too?" Yan Yuanqing blatantly played a rogue.
Yu Zhile was speechless, so he simply ignored him and continued to bury his head between his knees.
"Why do some people gossip so much? Can they get promoted or get rich? It's not good for others." Yu Zhile saw that Yan Yuanqing didn't walk away and didn't say anything, and felt that he either didn't know about her and Yu Zihuan, or She didn't care about their rumors, so she wanted to find resonance. Who knew that she didn't hear a reply for a long time, so she couldn't help raising her head to look at Yan Yuanqing.
"Are you talking to me?" Yan Yuanqing looked back in astonishment, "I thought we were two mushrooms growing in the corner and couldn't speak."
Yu Zhile twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly. He really couldn't laugh, but he was not in the mood to cry either. "It's not funny at all."
Yan Yuanqing laughed and said after laughing: "The lives of those uncles and aunts are so boring that they can fade out, their grandchildren are not sensible, and their children are too lazy to talk to them. Every day's hope is to get together and chat after tea and dinner. You can't take away all this fun from them, can you?"
"Then they can't base their happiness on the pain of others. Besides, are they entertainment? That's malicious slander!" Yu Zhile didn't expect Yan Yuanqing to be the same as those people. They don't know anything about other people's family's business, they just talk nonsense when they open their mouths! Do you have to kill others to be content?"
"Don't stop, keep scolding."
Yu Zhile shouted and yelled with a little evil fire, and she couldn't breathe. Seeing this, Yan Yuanqing stepped forward and patted her on the back, and then continued to scold her: "A bunch of damned right and wrong, pretending to be in their minds. It's shit, what comes out of your mouth is shit, and you don't have the ability to distinguish right from wrong at all. It's a natural wonder that one person spraying can lead a group of people to spray together. You can also bear it. It's already been torn apart."
Yu Zhile looked at him dumbfounded, and for a while he couldn't figure out whether he was comforting himself or venting his anger.
Yan Yuanqing smiled again after scolding, "Do you feel better?"
"Have you ever been rumored before?"
Yan Yuanqing shrugged and said, "It's not as serious as your situation, but the seven aunts and eight aunts said behind their backs that they were scumbags, that they had no conscience, etc. What they said was a clear-cut statement, and it was obvious that they would not see each other for a year. Two-faced person."
"It doesn't matter to me if that's the case." Yu Zhile felt that all his strength had been taken away after he vented, leaning against the wall and saying, "Do you know what they said about me and Xiao Huan?"
"I know."
"Grandpa Wang told you?"
"That's not true. I heard from a few aunties. My grandfather didn't believe it at all, and wanted to stop them from coming."
"It's still Grandpa Wang who is reasonable. How come so many people believe such blind rumors?"
"Actually, I believe it a little bit." Yan Yuanqing said very seriously.
Yu Zhile stared at him in surprise, "Do you believe it?"
"Yeah." Yan Yuanqing looked at her calmly, and there was no trace of joking in her expression, "I believe you are not a pedophile, but I'm not sure if Yu Zihuan has other thoughts about you."
"What are you kidding?" Yu Zhile sneered and dismissed Yan Yuanqing's remarks, "How old is Xiao Huan? There are so many little girls of the same age around him, don't want to put watery cabbage, can he like me?"
Yan Yuanqing raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and suddenly gave a high five, laughing, "I just said that, you still take it seriously."
Yu Zhile glanced at him angrily, waved his hand to say goodbye to him, and went to the stairs to think about it before turning around and saying, "Thank you for comforting me."
"Anyway, I have been your boyfriend for a few minutes. It's not a trivial matter."
Yan Yuanqing's skinless answer made Yu Zhile shake her head, but when she turned around, the corner of her mouth unconsciously brought a little smile.
Yu Zhile felt more relaxed because of Yan Yuanqing's gags, but when he returned home and faced the empty room alone, he couldn't help but think about it uncontrollably.
The first problem that weighed on her head was the source of income in the future. She lost her job in the supermarket, and she didn't know if she could find a job nearby. Before publishing her next novel, she was sitting on the mountain. She sat on the sofa for a while and felt that it was unreliable to just think out of thin air, so she got a pen and paper to calculate the account.
Her previous manuscript fee plus the money left by Yu Zihuan's grandmother was a little more than 70,000, of which at least 40,000 must be left untouchable, and left to Yu Zihuan for college tuition. A year and a half of expenses are not a problem.
Looking at the numbers and uses listed on the paper, Yu Zhile felt a lot less stressed, and seeing that it was written in great detail and well-organized, she decided to write a memo, with her novel website account number on the side. The password and the matter of contacting the editor, I wanted to write some more plans for the future of my novel career to urge myself when I ran out of paper, so I got up and went to the bedroom desk to get the paper, and the half-written memo was left on the coffee table. .
When Yu Zhile came out of the bedroom, his feet slipped and he almost fell at the door. He held on to the door frame to stand firm.
At this moment, the lights in the living room and bedroom suddenly went out.
The suddenly descending darkness enveloped Yu Zhile, she slowly stood up straight, so stiff that she even struggled to lift her feet.
It was all silent, so quiet that it was frightening.
Yu Zhile realized in a trance what was happening, but still held on to the faint hope that it was just a power outage. She reached out and flicked the switch of the living room light, and the incandescent light came on with a "z" sound.
The lights illuminated the furnishings in the living room, the same sofa and the same coffee table. The placement of all the objects was not much different from the one before she entered the bedroom, but there was an indescribable smell of decadence and decay. , It seems that in these short dozens of seconds, the destruction of several years of time has been superimposed in vain.
Yu Zhile didn't dare to come out, so she gathered up her courage and walked to the coffee table, but she didn't see the piece of paper she had left behind.
She crossed again.
According to the situation in the house, it should be worn later, but I don't know which year it was worn.
Yu Zhile rummaged around, but couldn't find anything that could confirm the time.
However, although the furnishings in the house have not changed much, it seems that no one has lived here for a long time. I don't know how old Yu Zihuan is now. Is he studying at university? Or are you married and have children? Shouldn't he already have a grandson
Thinking that Yu Zihuan had grown up in the years she had slipped, Yu Zhile, who was caught off guard, was still a little sad. I wonder how he would react when she appeared in front of Yu Zihuan again? Weeping with joy because she came back? Or cursed because she disappeared silently
Or maybe, living a happy life, I no longer remember or care who she is.
Although the last situation was what Yu Zhile hoped Yu Zihuan would do after she disappeared, if he really forgot about her and acted cold and unfamiliar when they met again, Yu Zhile would be saddened just thinking about it.
Thinking about it this way, Yu Zhile felt that it was also a choice not to go to Yu Zihuan, so that her memory would stay at the time when the relationship between the two was the best, and she would not be sad when she recalled it later.
The sound of the key turning came from outside the door, and Yu Zhile's wandering soul was recalled. When the door opened, she just turned her head to look over, and met the gaze of the person who came.
The man standing at the door looked tall and straight in his twenties, wearing a dark blue suit, which made his face look like a crown of jade and his eyes were bright. Holding the door frame, he was pulling out the key while leaning slightly on his waist, but when he met Yu Zhile's eyes, he stopped.
Yu Zhile recognized him as Yu Zihuan, and all the previous ideas were thrown behind him. With a big smile on his face, he jumped up to him in a few steps. He couldn't help looking up and down with curiosity. The grown-up Yu Zihuan thought of her, and he didn't know where to ask, so he just kept on laughing, "Xiaohuan has grown up."
Yu Zihuan looked at her as if he didn't know her anymore. He was stunned for a moment and retracted his gaze from Yu Zhile.
Yu Zhile was struck by his indifferent attitude, and lowered his head a little and stopped talking.
"You..." Yu Zihuan turned his back to Yu Zhile after entering the room and didn't look back. He paused as if he didn't know what to say, "When did you come back?"
"Just now, I slid at the door of the bedroom, and then it's this time." Yu Zhile noticed that Yu Zihuan should be complaining about her sudden disappearance, and couldn't help but be careful in his tone, "Well, can you tell me now What year is it…”
Before Yu Zhile finished speaking, a flower flashed before his eyes, and Yu Zihuan, who suddenly turned around, was embraced by Yu Zihuan.
She was instantly surrounded by Yu Zihuan's scent mixed with soapy and grassy scents, her ears were hearing the beating of his heartbeat like a drum, and the back of her neck was his warm but rapid breathing.
"Do you know how long you disappeared? I searched all over the place, I thought I did something wrong, I thought you abandoned me." Yu Zihuan's voice was much lower and more mellow than when he was fourteen or fifteen years old. , is no longer the youthful and thin voice, but the fragility and unease in the words make Yu Zhile feel more distressed.
Yu Zhile tentatively raised his hand and hugged Yu Zihuan, and found that it was a little difficult for her to wrap around his broad and solid back, and she was no longer slender than a little girl like before.
Yu Zihuan's body froze because of her action, and then he hugged her even more forcefully, sighing deeply as if satisfied and relieved, and a magnetic voice sounded in Yu Zhile's ear, " Forget it, it doesn't matter. You just come back, nothing else matters."