That voice was as familiar as the blue sky and white clouds she saw every day, and she still couldn't describe her mood at that time. That was the throbbing she had never felt when she was with Lu Sibei, maybe after so long, it would not be the same as before.
"Hi."
The voice behind him sounded again, a little carelessly.
Meng Shengnan took a slow breath, then closed his eyes, and turned around calmly. At that moment when the eyes met, she felt a trace of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, it was only a short ○.○1s, and then she calmed down again.
"It's you." His voice was flat.
She was stunned. The man in front of him was still tall and thin, with a bit of unshaven beard and extremely short hair. Upon closer inspection, his temples turned out to be gray, and there was still a cigarette between his fingers. He was kicking on old white sneakers, and the white short sleeves on his body were also worn out, a little yellowed, and his loose black pants were sloppy.
I haven't seen it now, it's been two or three years.
He raised his eyes, glanced at Meng Shengnan lightly, and repeated the first sentence.
"Fix the phone?"
Meng Shengnan nodded slowly with dull eyes.
"Are you the owner?" she asked softly.
He looked at her and smiled, not reaching the corners of his eyes.
"I check my phone."
She was still slightly absent-minded, 'Huh? ' with a sound.
"Aren't you here to fix your phone?"
His tone was very light, and so were his eyes. Meng Shengnan said "Oh" in slow motion, took out the phone from his bag and handed it to him. Then the man walked around her slightly and entered through the one-meter-wide narrow passage beside the glass cabinet, sat in front of the table full of parts, biting a cigarette, turned on the desk lamp, and lowered his head.
"Water?"
After two minutes, he asked.
"Um."
Meng Shengnan had already approached slowly, talking to him across a distance of a glass cabinet. The man inside was serious and focused, his brows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips were pursed, and he was staring at the half-disassembled mobile phone in his hand.
"When?" he asked again.
Meng Shengnan clenched his bag tightly and said, "It's been two or three days."
"Two or three days?"
He stopped what he was doing, looked up, and repeated in a low voice. That probably means: So you are only cultivating now
Meng Shengnan stammered and explained: "I've been to several houses, but they all said they couldn't fix it."
He didn't make another sound, and lowered his head to fiddle with it again.
"The problem is a bit big."
After a while, he took down the cigarette and put it out in the ashtray by his arm.
"What?" She didn't hear clearly.
He looked up at her: "nothing."
"oh."
He said again: "Sit whatever you want."
Meng Shengnan smiled dryly: "Uh, no need."
He glanced at her, stood up, and asked, "Do you want some water?"
Meng Shengnan shook his head.
He pointed to the phone and explained lightly: "I just wiped off the water and let it dry for a while."
She didn't know what the 'water' was, so she obediently said 'oh'. Time passed slowly, and there was no one else in the store, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, leaned against the door of the compartment, tilted his head and asked, "Do you mind?"
She shook her head with a smile.
The man bit the cigarette in his mouth, lit it, squinted his eyes and took a deep breath, his voice muffled.
"Work here?"
She nodded slightly, but hesitated to speak.
He looked at her for a while, then smiled without a smile.
"Want to ask me why I'm messing around here?"
Meng Shengnan was surprised by his directness, his eyes flashed: "No."
"oh?"
He looked at her and took the cigarette from his mouth.
She lowered her head slightly and twitched the corners of her mouth.
"What are you laughing at?" he asked.
Meng Shengnan raised his eyes, curled his lips dryly and shook his head: "It's nothing."
He squinted again, not quite the same as smoking.
"How is Lu Sibei doing recently?"
Meng Shengnan was stunned, but he didn't expect him to ask her this question. Logically speaking, the contact between the two of them should be more frequent than her. She stared at somewhere in the glass cabinet, not knowing how to answer for a moment.
"Divided?" His voice was flat.
Surprised, she raised her eyes.
He chuckled: "You women always look like this after breaking up."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Then he didn't say any more, he straightened up and put out the cigarette, turned around to check his phone, and fiddled with various machines that she couldn't understand for a while. Still pursing her lips tightly, her brows were slightly frowned. After a while, look at her.
"Is there any problem?" She knew it was not easy to fix.
He licked his teeth and handed her the phone.
"Try calling?"
The phone screen was on, and she was secretly amazed at his craftsmanship. Back then, I knew from Lu Sibei that he studied IT, and he was very good. He just asked if he wanted to know why she was here, but her answer was against her will.
Meng Shengnan pressed the key slowly and put it against his ear.
"No sound." She said, looking at him.
"Which number did you dial?" he asked.
"friend."
After looking at each other for a short while, he actually smiled softly.
"No wonder Lu Sibei likes you."
Meng Shengnan pursed her lips and fell silent for a moment.
He turned his head and took something from the table and shook it: "The phone card is not inserted, how can I get through?"
She blinked and blushed: "Then let me call—"
He raised his lips lightly and said, "I just want you to try the receiver to see if there is any problem."
Meng Shengnan gave a dry 'oh'.
"Call 112," he said.
She lowered her head and dialed the number he said, then handed the phone back: "No problem."
He nodded and took it, then rummaged through it on the table.
"It should be that the internal startup is not good, the parts are completely damaged, and the screen needs to be replaced."
"oh."
He raised his eyes, "Well, come and pick up your phone the afternoon after tomorrow."
Meng Shengnan opened his mouth, then closed it again.
"Can it be fixed?" Her question was a little childish.
He laughed: "What do you say?"
Meng Shengnan thought for a while, then asked again: "You just said the afternoon of the day after tomorrow, when?"
"Anything is fine."
As he spoke, he had already turned around, bowed his head and was tinkering. Meng Shengnan just stood there, watching his back. The man seemed to have noticed something, and turned around for a while.
"Anything else?" He asked lightly.
"That—" she bit her lip, unable to say it.
He looked inquiringly.
Meng Shengnan looked at him: "How much?"
Recruited, he suddenly smiled.
"How much do you think?" The voice was short and strong.
She thought about it seriously: "Two hundred?"
He pressed his tongue against his cheek, his eyes playful and he didn't make a sound. I don't know if it was an illusion, but at that moment Meng Shengnan suddenly remembered the look in his eyes when he looked up in the dark corner of the school gate many years ago. The content is different, but the meaning is correct.
"Three hundred?" She was not sure, and asked again.
He touched his nose and asked a question she hadn't expected.
"Break up with him?"
Meng Shengnan was stunned and remained silent. He smiled faintly, and didn't hold on to that question any longer, but just glanced at her calmly, his voice as usual calm.
"How can you say that you are also his ex-girlfriend, so talking about money is a matter of life."
Meng Shengnan could hear the accent "ex" in his mouth.
There was a wind outside the door for a while, and it couldn't stop.
Meng Shengnan said slowly: "I'll come over to get my phone the day after tomorrow, so let's count it together."
He suddenly looked up at her.
"Thanks."
Meng Shengnan nodded slightly, his hand holding the bag was trembling. Before he could respond after saying the last two words, he immediately turned around and left the store. When she got to the first intersection, it was still the same traffic light, and she slowly turned her head to look, feeling mixed feelings for a moment.
She didn't stay any longer and went home by bus.
At that time, Shengdian had already prepared the meal, and Meng Hang saw her figure running out of the living room to pick her up. It seemed that her mood gradually calmed down at that time, she took Xiao Menghang's hand, and asked with a smile: "What did your mother do tonight?"
"Sweet and sour pork ribs." The little boy was hungry.
Meng Shengnan calmly said 'Oh', "Your mother should have made it for me."
The little boy was unhappy: "Sister."
He prolonged his voice, and Meng Shengnan couldn't help laughing.
"What are you calling me for?"
The two had already reached the door of the living room, and she lowered her head to change her shoes.
Meng Hang suddenly said 'ah', "I really don't want to tell the truth."
"What?"
"My mother said you picked it up."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Meng Jin came out of the kitchen to help Shengdian.
"Why come back so late today, and the phone can't get through?"
Meng Shengnan pinched Meng Hang's little face and said, "The phone is broken, so I went to the city to lie down."
"Is it fixed?"
"I'll take it the day after tomorrow." She paused and said.
During the meal, Shengdian brought up the topic of blind dates again. Meng Shengnan was really too lazy to answer the conversation, so he just buried his head in his food. Sheng Dian sang a one-man show for a long time, holding back his breath.
"I'm too lazy to care about you and me."
Meng Shengnan giggled: "Thank you, Mom, for your kindness."
Meng Hang chewed the vegetables, and said, "Sister, I also think your mother has been a bit long-winded recently."
The other three: "..."
Meng Shengnan couldn't help laughing, "That's really good, my sister will buy you delicious food."
Sheng Dian gave them both a look and shook his head helplessly.
That day seemed to go by so fast, she was almost dark before doing anything. Later, the family sat in the living room and watched TV for a while. She and Meng Hang fought for the remote control, but were finally defeated by his rascal. It was half past nine when I went back to bed.
On the computer, Jiang Jin updated his blog.
She read it carefully, envious of his freedom from the bottom of her heart. In the past two years, other people have gradually lost contact. Only he was still the same, running all over the world, as if he never knew how tired he was. Occasionally, I will send her a message, and my brother will be tossing again.
The windows were half open, and the wind was blowing in.
At that moment, she suddenly thought of that slovenly man. He has changed so much from boy to man. It seems that the only constant is that polite alienation and his cynical eyes, occasionally indifferent and sometimes playful.
A few years ago, she had searched on Renren.com.
He was Lu Sibei's good friend, and Meng Shengnan easily found his Renren account. At that time, she didn't know what kind of mentality she was holding. She saw his number on the window that popped up in the relevant contacts on the computer. She couldn't describe it. It was something she wanted in high school but didn't dare to take the initiative to add it for fear that he would reject it. So I would rather not know the kind of mood, complicated and entangled. She had seen that nickname in Lu Sibei's Penguin before, so she recognized it at first sight. A capital Z with a period in the lower right corner of the letter.
Z.
Chi Zheng (Z).
Downstairs, Sheng Dian was still talking to Aunt Kang through the wall. Meng Shengnan came back to her senses, she glanced at the endless darkness, and that dilapidated person in that dilapidated street, that dilapidated storefront flashed in her mind. Looking back, an advertisement pops up on the web page.
"Do you remember the person you had a crush on back then?"