Can't get closer.
Ji Chengyang felt that his whole mood and state were extremely bad, terrible.
All plans were completely overturned, the kind of uncertainty and impetuousness, in the worst state, he did something that he never wanted to do in the past. He had planned all the arrangements for a long time. After registering for the exam, he walked with her around that campus. He had no doubt about Ji Yi's ability to enter that university, even when she mentioned that she was going to register for a small language. , He has already started contacting friends who are professors there... He is planning her future life according to his own habits.
I can’t wait to use up all my relationships and abilities, and devote myself to arranging these things...
But he dared not tell her that he was leaving China in a week.
The destination is Afghanistan.
The US-British coalition has launched a "sniper operation" against Afghanistan, and the US-Arab coalition has also begun searching in the mountains of southeast Afghanistan. So far, only Hong Kong has entered the Chinese media. He needs to deal with it, find some time, or give up his existing job and join the accessible media...
But now, at this time, here, the first thing he has to solve is his personal relationship problems.
Under the light of the porch, Ji Chengyang wore the gold-rimmed glasses, and hit the same spot as her sight. Ji Yi's eyes were red, and the tears were still falling. She did not dare to move, looking at Ji Chengyang, looking at him through the thin lenses.
The touch of the few seconds just now was like an illusion.
So incredible.
It's like a taboo that can't be said or asked.
He can see the wound on her wrist. At that time, big and small things followed one after another. He wanted to take care of everything, but he ignored it alone. That night he asked her in the dark whether the injury on her hand was serious, and Ji Yi replied that it was "not particularly painful". After three months, the blood scar had disappeared, but such a long trace was left.
He could watch the cannonballs in front of him fall, blast everything, and then rush up without hesitation, and see the damage from the war for the first time with the camera, but he didn't want to see any bad traces left on Ji Yi. This is a kind of mistake. No one will not be wronged. No one will have a smooth life. There are only a few setbacks. Only when you have suffered it can you know how to deal with it. Sooner or later.
Sooner or later.
But reason and emotion are always at odds. This feeling is too subtle and a bit grueling.
"I'm sorry, Sissi." His voice pressed against his throat for too long, making it a little dumb.
The rustling, the petting, and gentle.
Ji Yixin thumped and thumped, watching him closely.
What would he say? Actually, I was just impulsive...
"I just had some impulses." Ji Chengyang seemed to be able to read heart words, repeating the worst answer that Ji Yi prayed in his heart. Ji Yi didn't dare to say anything, tears were dangling in his eyes, and he felt like he couldn't hold them down. He didn't dare to blink, and he would definitely flow down in the blink of an eye: "I know."
She has a low voice.
Looking at her expression, Ji Chengyang knew that she had misunderstood what she meant. He released the depressed feeling in his chest, let out a sigh of relief, and then let go of one of Ji Yi's shoulders.
He took off his glasses and faced her with his truest face: "I said impulsive because you are too young. I want to wait for you to be mature enough and wait for you to really know what kind of feelings you want."
Perhaps, she is suitable for those young people who are of the right age and who are full of vitality.
By the time she was twenty, she was almost thirty years old. After seeing too much life and death, her heart was already older than forty years old. And she was just twenty years old... Just like the age when I saw her for the second time and took her to the stage.
Twenty-year-old Ji Chengyang had too many ideas at the beginning of his life, and he could abandon too many irrelevant things.
A few years later, Ji Yi was twenty years old, and that must be the case.
"Let’s make an agreement," Ji Chengyang’s last remaining sensibility bound him firmly. He could not use his adult feelings to shackle Ji Yi. "In two years, if you are really willing to accept me , I will definitely be responsible for the behavior just now."
Ji Yi looked at him incredulously.
There was a fire from the bottom of my heart, and the blood was boiled and tumbling.
"Because... Is it responsible?" Ji Yi struggled with the literal meaning of the last sentence.
"No, don't misunderstand me." He laughed.
She rarely has a little girl's temper. She still has a strong nasal voice, haunting his words: "Did you just say that because you... um...?" She wanted to ask, asking him like the heroines in the TV series. , Is it just because I kissed myself on an impulse, that I said I was responsible
Or because... You like me too.
How could it be possible to ask, before walking into this door, she even thought about this question in the dead of night under the quilt. Every time they had a conversation, every time they held hands, and Ji Chengyang's hug with her, they had their own reasons, so she didn't dare to think about it, because they met too early, and he was her little uncle Ji.
But just now, she couldn't find any reason, there was no reason, so she was confused.
She couldn't believe it, she didn't know what words to use to describe her current mood. It was just in this chaotic mood that he desperately asked him what the so-called "responsibility" was for.
Ji Chengyang rarely sees her like this, he actually finds it very interesting.
Someone downstairs is playing the piano, and it doesn't sound very smooth, like a child is practicing the piano.
The sound of the piano stopped abruptly and started again.
Ji Chengyang remembered his reaction to the piano for the first time when he came to Beijing from a small town deep in the mountains of Sichuan. At first he played the piano, and it felt like this.
That period of youth was too far away. She was not even born in the year he won the piano award.
"When I was eight years old, I won the city's piano competition. You were not born. The year I entered university, you were in the fourth grade of elementary school. Xixi, we are many years away," Ji Chengyang told her, "As an adult man , I have to wait until you grow up, and then start a relationship as equals. Wait until you feel that your feelings for me are really love, not dependence. Then you tell me, or you just need to give me a simple hint, tell Me, what do you want."
"As long as I want to... okay?" She didn't even dare to look directly at Ji Chengyang.
All the courage was used to ask the last question.
"As long as you want, you can."
This is him, the love Ji Chengyang wants to give Ji Yi.
His feelings are by no means the whole of life, but the right to choose all his feelings belongs to her.
This paragraph is not direct, even slightly obscure, it is the moment in her memory when the relationship between her and Ji Chengyang really began.
Although she understands every word Ji Chengyang said and the meaning behind it, she confidently affirms that no matter how young she is, if she is allowed to make a choice, there will only be one answer on her answer sheet.
After Ji Chengyang said this, he was a little embarrassed and coughed twice as he covered his mouth with his hand. He didn't dare to let himself stay in this porch anymore, so he got up, put on his glasses again, and went into the study to get busy sorting out the things he needed in advance.
Ji Yi squatted down, trying to untie the laces of his canvas shoes.
From this angle, she could see Ji Chengyang rummaging for information in the study, and subconsciously touched her lips with her fingers. Suddenly, he blushed, the kind of red that was completely red, without any cover at all.
Ji Yi lowered his head, quickly untied his shoelaces, and put on the only pair of slippers in this house that belonged to him.
She was suddenly very happy and wanted to eat a lot of things, mustard pier, fried liver, and stomach. She felt that she was hungry. She wanted to fully eat herself, and then began to work hard. It's already May, and the countdown to the college entrance examination is about to enter. It doesn't matter if a small language is not available, she still has to take the first grade and enter the best university.
She wants to enter a TV station or a newspaper office, and she must be a reporter just like him.
When she wants to be with him, everyone will think that Ji Chengyang's girlfriend is a natural pair. Ji Yi will definitely become Ji Chengyang's girlfriend, the best one.
Regarding her situation on the day of registration, Ji Chengyang only asked a few more questions, and did not say much after getting the answer. He just told Ji Yi that although the penalties were included in the file, although it affected the registration of this early admission, as long as there is no violation of school rules, it will not affect her college entrance examination.
This is a verbal agreement between him and his former teacher, and now the principal of the attached middle school.
A week later, Ji Chengyang left Beijing.
The day he left, it happened to be the night before his birthday. After Ji Yiwan's self-study, he ran to the basketball court with a mobile phone and called him. She wanted to wait until after twelve o'clock to wish him a happy birthday. But obviously at that time Ji Chengyang was already on the plane and turned off his mobile phone.
So only two hours in advance.
After the call was connected, she obviously heard the voice peculiar to the airport, gently urging people to complete the procedures and leave the city on the road. "I have completed the check-in procedures," Ji Chengyang picked up the phone and said to her, "I'm sitting, um, drinking coffee in a temporary resting place. There are two middle-aged men sitting next to him, and one with a child. Young woman."
She easily sketched a scene, the scene where he was.
"Um..." Ji Yi looked around, "I'm sitting in the school basketball court."
"The basketball court without lights?"
She laughed: "I have it now, but the lights are off at night."
"Well," Ji Chengyang obviously knows the layout of this campus, "you must not go to the right side of the basketball court. There are many paths leading to the laboratory building, cafeteria, etc., which are easy to frighten mandarin ducks."
Ji Yi laughed. She was sitting alone under the basketball hoop, picking up a flat stone, and dipping down the concrete floor of the basketball court.
There is no need to walk down the path at all, there are two couples not far from her. The large flow of people back to the dormitory has passed, and there are only a few scattered couples left. The wind blows the bushes and rustles. Sometimes in a dark place, they will steal kisses or something... She really doesn’t dare to look up and take a closer look. .
She buried her face in her knees and looked down at the ground.
Talking to him on the phone earnestly, the stones in his hand rushed indiscriminately and disorderly.
Suddenly a hand took away her mobile phone behind him, Ji Yi was taken aback and subconsciously grabbed it. The warmth is overwhelming: "I don't even go back to the dormitory to sleep. There is absolutely a problem sitting and calling in this kind of place—" She was originally making a joke, but Ji Yi was really anxious, and grabbed her mobile phone. Her first reaction was to look at the screen of her mobile phone. The call was disconnected. Fortunately... "Who?" Ji Nuannuan lowered his head, came over, and asked softly, "Your class?"
Ji Yi avoided Nuannuan's probing gaze, holding the mobile phone in his school skirt pocket, still clenching tightly, beware of Ji Nuannuan coming to snatch the phone again. Fortunately, Nuan Nuan is not a person who persistently explores the privacy of others.
Ji Yi and Nuannuan returned to the dormitory together.
The seniors in high school were all the people who were studying at the latest night. They all rushed to wash and noisy before turning off the lights. There were people everywhere, and she never found a chance to call him again. When he really washed up and lay down on the bed, it was already time for him to board the plane.
Afghanistan, Taliban, 9/11.
When she returned to China from New Zealand and heard the news of the 911 disaster at the airport, she desperately approached Wang Haoran and got in touch with him who was far away in the United States. At that time, when I heard the news of his safety, I felt that the disaster was over, but it was hard to predict. A year later, he went to a dangerous country because of the follow-up of the terrorist attack.
…
Ji Yi tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, and suddenly thought of a serious question. He didn't say "Happy Birthday" after the phone call for so long. With such regrets, she couldn't sleep even more, and simply sat up from the bed. Because the college entrance examination is approaching, the dormitory is full of science experimental students. The pressure of science students is really greater than that of liberal arts. There are twelve people in the dormitory. Except for her, the rest are all holding the quilt and raising a flashlight to practice retreat every night.
She sat up from the bed and shook the bed.
The top bunk was covered with a thin quilt, and her head looked at her jealously: "The student whose math papers are simpler than ours, do you miss your boyfriend if you don't sleep?" Yin Qingqing was absolutely speechless. As she said so, the rest of them all probed from the quilt and complained about God's injustice.
The light of the flashlight shook, shaking Ji Yi jealously. Tears, whispers, and chuckles make the small world of this late-night dormitory look particularly warm and harmonious under the double light of the moonlight and flashlight.
Ji Yi was dumbfounded by more than a dozen flashlights, pulled over the thin quilt, and covered his head. By the way, he whispered a sentence: "To be honest, I just miss my boyfriend..."
After a moment of silence, the roar suddenly sounded, and the excitement was boiling.
She covered her head and didn't answer them again.
She really missed him.
I started to miss it just now.