In her memory, the picture of waking up that morning seemed to be the freeze frame of life. No matter how many years passed, she seemed to be at the scene clearly when she thought of it. Watching him open his eyes, look at him quietly, and then reach out to touch the tiny stubble he had grown overnight. If she could be born two years earlier, she was certain that even if Ji Chengyang didn't take her to the marriage registry, she would definitely let him marry herself cheeky.
If she gets older, she can still be a reporter like him and follow him everywhere.
Ji Yi moved slightly, and there was a feeling of soreness all over, but not strong. In fact, the second time last night...there was no such strong pain. She lifted the quilt between the two and went quietly to see if there was blood, but what she could see was the bodies of the two still cuddling together...
Seeing all of him in a flash, she burst into flames and pressed down the quilt again.
Ji Chengyang pressed her leg to her leg, not letting her leave, so he closed his eyes and used his lips to search for her face, found the soft little lips he wanted to kiss, and gently held on: "Does it still hurt..."
Ji Yi hmmed vaguely, feeling that he was starting again... and immediately avoided: "Don't do it now, don't..."
She fled, scrambled off the bed, grabbed the clothes on the sofa and the floor, and ran into the bathroom. I closed the matte surface abruptly, and then I looked at myself in the mirror on the upper half of the sink wall, panting, and my face became redder.
When she took a bath, she washed her hands along her body and washed away the white foam. There were faint purple-red marks on her body, both on her chest and thighs. Seeing these, you can think of last night.
So she didn't dare to go out, the process of taking a bath was so slow, so slow that Ji Chengyang came to shoot the door and ask her what's wrong.
Only then did Ji Yi put on his clothes slowly, dried his hair, and walked out.
Throughout the day, she felt very shy by his side.
Any movement or look between the two people instantly softened her heart. It was nothing to Ji Chengyang, except that he would not be as obvious as Ji Yi’s performance, but he would consciously pay more attention to her, every move. Frowning, laughing, bowing, all so rich and touching.
After the May Day holiday, Ji Yi returned to school and Ji Chengyang left China.
When he left, he told Ji Yi that in order to get out early this time, he was not a reporter of a TV station, but had resigned and was invited to become a special reporter for a newspaper with his university roommate. These are all brief explanations. He never said much to her about work. The main reason is that the more she understands, the more psychological pressure he will get.
The date of this trip to the battlefield is still approaching his birthday.
When he first came to Iraq, his food and lodging were still guaranteed. On the night of his birthday, he specifically called Ji Yi over time. Ji Yi told him, don't hang up the phone, put the phone on the piano, and then played him a song "Angel" very smoothly. It was really smooth, but it was not a difficult song.
Mainly, in Ji Chengyang's impression, Ji Yi has not studied piano systematically.
He took the phone, listened to her, and then heard the other end of the phone. Ji Yi picked up the phone and asked him, "Do you like it?" When she spoke, she gasped slightly, obviously too nervous.
"Specially learned."
"Well," Ji Yi said softly, "I have been practicing for a long time, so I am afraid that I can't play well. The person who taught me also said that this is very simple... But I haven't learned the piano after all... Is it okay?"
"Not bad." Ji Chengyang sat on the window sill, watching the foreign country under the moonlight.
He remembered that if he didn't stick to this ideal, then at this time, he should be a young artist in the same orchestra as Su Yan and Wang Haoran. He still remembered that after taking a group photo on the day of the award, someone praised them for their young ones, and they will definitely stand in the focus of the public in the future and receive applause and honor.
However, the result seems to be the opposite.
His current occupation is to hide behind the focus, as a pair of eyes, to see these.
"Do you remember this song, when was it played for me?" Ji Yi asked him.
"When?" He really didn't remember.
"That's... The first time I went to the disco, you brought me and Nuan Nuan back in the morning and locked us in the car, so that you could hear this song." Ji Yi was really impressed. She also made this song specially. Went to see a movie.
Ji Yi's voice was unwilling.
Ji Chengyang laughed, and suddenly he had to answer her comfortably with vocal cords: "Yes, I remember."
"Do you like this song because of the lyrics?" Ji Yi asked curiously.
"Lyrics?" Ji Chengyang recalled in his mind.
I probably guessed what she was referring to: In the arms of the angel,
Fly away from here,
From this dark, cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie,
You are in the arms of the angel,
Mayyou find some comfort here.
Fly away from this place in the arms of the angel, away from the darkness, cold hotel and endless fear, and pull you out of the silent illusory remains. May you find comfort in the arms of the angel.
He looked at Yue in a foreign land outside the window. He didn't remember what he thought of when he heard these lyrics at first, or didn't have the sensitive thoughts of girls at all, but now, when he heard her questioning, he suddenly felt that it was indeed the case. All anti-war people in this world should have such unrealistic desires that there is really a God in this world, there are angels, and eventually the civilians who fall into the gunfire and death for no reason can be taken away and taken away from this place. living hell.
Because of the shining of the moonlight, he dragged his figure on the floor of the room very long, making him look taller and thinner. "I guess it is, but forget it now, it's too early to hear."
"Happy birthday." Ji Yi's voice is particularly gentle.
Ji Chengyang smiled, lowered his head, looked at the mottled scratches left by the years on the windowsill, and said, "I heard it."
"Also," Ji Yi brewed for a long time, and finally said, "I love you, especially."
Suddenly someone knocked on the door, and his roommate was calling his name. They have recently been waiting for people to interview the US, but it is difficult. Journalists from all over the world are waiting for the interview time for a while. Before he hung up the phone hurriedly, he told Ji Yi: "I may call you less and less. When it is convenient, I will contact you by email."
Ji Yi agreed. He has hung up the phone. When he went out, his roommate was saying that a French reporter had come and gave a message. There may be an interview opportunity, or maybe...
After May, summer soon entered.
Ji Yi is studying Spanish, and she is also working hard to learn Arabic. She feels that learning Arabic will be especially popular when she is a foreign correspondent in the future. She has a clear goal and is diligent as if she is still in the third year of high school, so that summer is over, autumn is here, autumn is over, and winter is here, there is not much feeling.
Ji Chengyang's mail is getting less and less.
When the first heavy snowfall fell in Beijing that year, she was anxious to find that he had not heard from him for more than 20 days, and there was no news. She would report her situation to him in an email every day, but all she received was the same automatic reply:
Got it, thanks. Yang
This kind of anxiety has been there since a long time ago. It was still in the summer when his emails were very few and very short. Never reply, just simply report peace...
In the middle of the night, she looked at the automatic reply quickly received in the mailbox, and couldn't help it anymore, and dialed the phone to Ji Nuannuan in the UK. It was dinner time over there, and Ji Nuannuan ate vaguely. While hiding in the room, he whispered on the phone with her. After hearing her question, he recalled for a while: "There won't be any problems. My mother called home the other day and talked about her Uncle, I said that I will always receive emails to report safety."
"Always? Not an automatic reply?"
"No, the automatic reply can be seen by anyone," Ji Nuannuan continued to lower her voice to comfort her, "My brother-in-law is such a person, he is not a human being at work, so you can get used to it. You haven't had a good time with him. He often has no news for half a year and a year, and my grandfather often gets angry and scolds people..."
Nuannuan continued talking, as if she was making a fuss.
Maybe, I really made a fuss, right
The final exam soon came. She was afraid that she missed Ji Chengyang so much that she didn't dare to live in his house, so she stayed in the dormitory all the time. The classmate Lu Ying in the dormitory did not go home this year, so she would spend the New Year with her. The girl kept listening. Said that Ji Yi came to the attached high school, so she asked her, how about taking herself to see the attached high school
There was nothing serious about the two during the winter vacation, so Ji Yi took it home, just when the orchestra was going to compete. During the holiday, he arranged a few days of concentrated rehearsal. Ji Yi took Lu Ying and walked over: "This is for the symphony orchestra. I used to be a school folk band..."
Behind her, a familiar voice called her.
Ji Yi's back stiffened and turned back habitually, smiling: "Mr. Lu."
"I saw you just now, and I wanted to ask why you didn't go out with the group," Teacher Lu laughed, "After a while, I think you have graduated, freshman year?"
"Sophomore."
The teacher laughed.
They stood at the entrance of the training hall, and the music could hear someone playing the piano inside. Ji Yi was in a daze. She felt that the fragments of memory were spliced together instantly, as if there was a scene that seemed familiar, she was also standing here, talking to the orchestra teacher in front of her. Then I looked back and saw Ji Chengyang playing the piano.
However, when I looked back this time, I saw a very young boy.
"This student is too good. The symphony orchestra just wanted to add a piano program, so he recruited him," Teacher Lu looked happy. "Since Ji Chengyang, this is the best student I have ever seen. Ji Chengyang..." The teacher suddenly looked at him. She said, "I remember, it seems that when you were in high school, Ji Chengyang came back. He said that he and you are in the same courtyard. Is it your uncle?"
"Not really," Ji Yi responded vaguely, "it's a neighbor, my good friend's uncle."
This teacher really liked this former student. He Ji Yi started talking about this, asking about his work life after graduation, and even caring about his love life. Ji Yi responded, becoming more and more uncomfortable, missing him too much. From May to January, it has been almost eight months, and it will be her birthday soon. Where is he? Don’t even have time to reply to an email
Because of the teacher's in-depth questioning, even the university students listened with gusto.
When Ji Yi returned to school, he became more restless and kept refreshing his mailbox, trying to send him another email, but was afraid that he really didn’t have time to reply to his email, and sending useless letters so frequently would delay him. It’s not that she hasn’t seen his crowded and scary e-mail address. She put her face on the table, closed her eyes, and recalled the morning when she sent him to the airport.
That morning, I don’t know what leader I ran into, and the airport expressway has been blocked.
…
In the end, she still couldn't hold back, and sent a very short email:
January 20th is my birthday, so I must take the time to reply to an email and tell me that you are safe.
Sisi
She lightly placed her index finger on the mouse, and did not click to send, after a while, she went to modify:
If you take the time, please reply to my email and report your safety.
Sisi
Should be short enough, right
She thought about it, just glanced at it, and then sent it out.
Unexpectedly, it was still sinking into the sea.
On January 20, she received a call from Ji Nuannuan, and she did not give up on her mailbox in the wee hours of the morning. Ji Nuannuan congratulated her on her happy birthday, and by the way complained to her that she wanted to go back to the courtyard to spend the Lunar New Year, and wanted to see the fireworks in the square. She hummed two or three times, absent-minded, a little distracted, and didn't want to talk.
When I was about to hang up the phone, I pretended that I was asking casually: "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Did Ji Chengyang pay Grandpa New Year's greetings in advance?" Ji Nuannuan asked her to wait, and deliberately went round and round to ask her mother, and came back and told her: "It seems I said it was very busy, but yesterday I also sent an email to report that he was safe. By the way, it was New Year's greetings. He was very busy and didn't have time to reply to emails, but sent them regularly."
"Yeah." Ji Yi looked at the keyboard.
"Are you going home tomorrow? Do you always go back on New Year's Eve?" Ji Nuannuan asked her.
"Go back, the eldest granddaughter will go back to visit the New Year, at least one night's sleep, after the New Year's Day, eat dumplings before leaving."
"My mother asked me to comfort you. I thought about it for a long time and didn't know how to comfort you. Later, when I remembered, it doesn't matter, Xixi, you and my uncle will never have to go back after you get married. Our family spoils you. "
She laughed.
Nuannuan said these words very carefully, lest he be heard by his mother outside the door.
Although the two people occasionally talk about Ji Chengyang, they are still very careful. After all, this relationship is still a very shocking secret, a secret that only a few people know.
On the morning of New Year's Eve, before she left the dormitory, she went to check her emails restlessly.
This mailbox was originally registered to communicate with Ji Chengyang, so as long as you open it, you can see the series of automatic replies. His replies are too few, and she can't even delete the automatic replies.
On the mailbox, a red "1" made her heart resurrected instantly.
She sat down hurriedly and clicked on the newly received mail:
Happy new year and happy birthday.
Ji Chengyang