The bus was driving on the Jingchang Expressway, and soon snow accumulated. The driver saw that something was wrong, asked everyone for advice, and drove the car off the expressway. In this way, the 45-minute drive lengthened two or three times. Coupled with such a blizzard, it is likely to be blocked.
Fortunately, the driver is a flexible person. He knew that most of the people in the car were going to the Summer Palace and Xueyuan Road, so he simply changed the route and avoided the auxiliary highway directly.
When Ji Chengyang woke up, the car was already driving on a secluded road that was not too spacious.
There are few street lights on the outside, and there are large tracts of trees, canals, and farmland on both sides, which are obviously not the roads within the third ring road.
"The driver changed the route?" he suddenly said.
The second half of the car was empty, only him and her, unable to escape, she had to answer his question: "The driver said, afraid of heavy snow, walking from the main road in the middle of the night will not reach the second and third ring. So just take a detour to Yangfang and take the road of the Summer Palace."
She came to this place for the second time.
The last time was many years ago, he brought her to eat the most authentic mutton mutton, and then by the unmanned train tracks, let her feel the thrill of rubbing against the speeding train...
When she spoke, her eyes were fixed on the MP3 in her hand, she didn't look at him.
"We've been here before, remember?"
She nodded.
His gaze crossed her and fell into the deserted snow scene outside the window, as if he had seen that summer. He drove her through this road for the first time. There were farmland trees on the side of the road. He remembered that he got out of the car and asked for directions, and also to express his gratitude for buying a lot of fresh vegetables from the vegetable farmer...
Time is stretched infinitely, from sunny to heavy snow.
At this time, the white poplar trees on both sides of the road that could not be seen to the end were bare, covered with snow, and the ice on the canal was also covered with snow everywhere. Suddenly he couldn't say anything. This city has her memories from childhood to adulthood, so how could it not record his most energetic years. In 2001, when he first drove her here, he was only 24 years old.
Ji Yi was nervous, thinking he would continue to say something.
Ji Chengyang didn't say a word.
That night, it was past eight o'clock when the car arrived near the Summer Palace, and it took four hours on the road. He Feifei was trapped in the sea of cars because of walking on the Jingchang Expressway, so she could only call Ji Yi to entertain these seniors for a meal near the Summer Palace. "Should I take them?" Ji Yi held his mobile phone and lowered his head to confirm in a low voice, "But I am not familiar with this place, and I don't know where to go... Also, I don't have that much money to check out."
"Those reporters are familiar with it, so you can solicit everyone's opinions to see if they have any special places they want to go." He Feifei is still optimistic, "rest assured, I will almost be there when I pay the bill. It's really not good... You and the two are responsible for entertaining. The students from the Faculty of Law of France gather together, and when I return it to you tomorrow, it will be reimbursed anyway."
He Feifei, who is optimistic and cheerful, feels that the matter has been explained clearly, but it has become a big problem here in Ji Yi.
She hung up the phone, stood up from Ji Chengyang, and said softly: "I'll go ahead and find someone to talk about things." Ji Chengyang quickly stood up and let her out. The bodies of the two were very close, and she might even have an illusion. Has been posted together. Just in a daze, I walked to the front row of my seat and discussed with the two students.
Counting Ji Yi, they were just three students, and together they made up less than three hundred yuan.
She didn't think it was enough. After hesitating for a long time, she finally returned to Ji Chengyang again and asked him softly, "Do you know any places to eat near the Summer Palace? I invite you reporters to eat. My colleague is stuck on the expressway, I guess I can't make it in time. Now, let me help you entertain you."
"Is there not enough money?" Ji Chengyang asked not to answer.
"Yeah." She had to admit.
The car bumped for a few seconds.
She leaned on the back of the seat and tried to stand firm.
Ji Chengyang has stood up again, put his right hand on her shoulder, and slightly force her to sit next to her. He took off his hat a little, put it on again, walked to the reporters, and talked in a low voice. Although he speaks quietly and communicates in English, Ji Yi still understands some key points. He is saying that he hasn't seen these old friends for a long time and would like to ask everyone to get off for dinner later. Everyone laughed, and of course they were happy to have such an arrangement.
So this evening’s work meal became a small private gathering.
It may be that he rarely showed up and organized this kind of gathering publicly. By two hours, there were already a lot of people in the private hotel room of the gathering. She was with the two students, chatting casually in a quiet corner, because only the three of them were students, which seemed a bit out of touch with the topic tonight.
The private room is very large. In addition to the eating area, there are also black bar counters and couches, surrounded by glass coffee tables, and there are a lot of people sitting in a circle.
His body sank into it because of the softness of the sofa, listening to the people around him, and the whole person was quiet, as if he did not belong to this space. She felt that the scene was very familiar. She searched her mind like OCD, and gradually remembered that when he was blinded by a brain tumor, facing the female anchor of the TV station, that was how it felt.
He was twenty-four or five years old at the time, and she was still a young adult. She admired him and found this quietness very attractive.
Now... Obviously, the two students around him also find him very attractive. They have been discussing in a low voice, asking how Ji Yi knows the person who organized the party tonight. "He... used to be a very famous foreign correspondent," Ji Yi was a little distracted. "Look at the brochure, you know more than I know."
She was fidgeting, and when He Feifei came, she immediately stood up: "I'm back to school."
He Feifei was surprised to see her in such anxiousness: "Isn't it Friday today? There is still an emergency at school? I think it's almost time, and when it's over here, I will drive you back."
"Don't have to be so troublesome," Ji Yi felt Ji Chengyang walk over, and said quickly, "I'm going to be a bus." Picking up his backpack, he left the private room.
The waitress outside the door pointed her the direction of the elevator.
When she came, she found that the layout was like a maze, and she still remembered the way, but after walking for a while, she still couldn't find the elevator. She stopped and wanted to walk back, seeing Ji Chengyang, who had been following her for an unknown amount of time. He seemed to know what problems she had encountered, did not say much, tilted his head, and motioned her to follow him to the aisle on the right.
The two people walked one after another, entering the elevator, going up the elevator, and downstairs. When they really walked out of the door of the hotel, Ji Yi stopped and said softly, "I'm leaving."
"Can you give me your phone number?" Ji Chengyang looked down at the slightly separated Qi bangs on her forehead, suppressing the urge to poke away the short layer of hair with his hands to see her eyes and face.
She was at a loss, wondering why he didn't, after all, he even knew where her dormitory was.
"I promised you," Ji Chengyang read through her thoughts, "I won't know any information about you through a third person, so I don't have your mobile phone number."
Ji Yi lowered his head, holding the phone tightly with his hand in the pocket of the down jacket.
She wants to say: You have promised many things, but you haven't done it.
But the words were blocked in the throat, unable to speak, and finally blocked from the throat to the heart, and the chest seemed to be severely pressed by someone, unable to breathe in any oxygen. Suddenly at this time, she realized that from the initial shock to numbness, she had only used it for nearly half a month to digest the fact that Ji Chengyang really came back.
He is really right in front of him.
Iraq and China are separated by thousands of kilometers, but they have similar latitudes on the map.
In the year she was waiting for him, she studied the world map many times, fantasizing where he was on the map, she would touch the name of the place with her finger, as if she would be very close to him by doing so. Later, he even deprived him of the right to fantasize.
Standing in front of her, Ji Chengyang felt that her whole person's emotions were fluctuating violently. He wanted to reach out and hug her, but after all, he did not move. "It doesn't matter if it's inconvenient," he whispered, "Can you write down my phone number?"
Ji Yi stood in silence, and after a while, he took out his mobile phone: "Just tell me."
He reported a new cell phone number.
Ji Yi typed it slowly and saved it.
In the end, the atmosphere between the two was extremely embarrassing. Fortunately, the late deputy editor Liu Kaifeng interrupted the stalemate between the two. When Ji Yi saw Liu Kaifeng, he immediately said hello: "I said hello to Teacher He, and I want to go back to school first."
"No problem, don't worry." The deputy editor agreed happily.
Ji Yi hurriedly said goodbye, walked out of the hotel, and took the taxi waiting at the door.
When she walked out of the revolving door of the hotel, Ji Chengyang's line of sight followed and did not leave.
"The look in his eyes is so dramatic," Liu Kaifeng laughed and hooked his shoulders, "Chengyang, I said you always do this, it's not a problem." Tell him the working status of this young intern, "Why don't you give it away in this snowy day? This relationship between men and women is easy to start in the process of receiving and sending from the middle and high school days. After another meal or something, it revived."
"Recently, I'm not in good health and it's not convenient to drive." Ji Chengyang kept the real answer. "Go in first."
This night, these old friends who often fly around the world can only meet each other's old friends when they travel to the same place and encounter the same interview mission. The experience of Ji Chengyang in the past few years has been a blank for everyone. He doesn't seem to have any desire to say anything. He just said something ridiculously: "I have also drifted for a long time. Over the past ten years, I have lost my affection, relatives and friends."
Everyone laughed and laughed at others for grabbing resources. They actually learned to pretend to be the vicissitudes of life, and they really didn't give the majority of single men a way to survive. Only Liu Wanxia, who knew his early emotional experience, and Ji Yi’s boss Liu Kaifeng, understood what he wanted to say.
That night, Ji Chengyang, the hostess, left the first time because of lack of physical strength. Fortunately, he was an old friend in the circle. With or without a leader, he could get up from High in the middle of the night, which did not arouse public outrage.
A few days later, the news of his return was considered widely spread in the circle.
He came back suddenly this time, without any notice, and naturally attracted countless complaints, including many years of old friends, colleagues, etc. who brought many job invitations. Few people knew that he was still in treatment, and even the interview time had been arranged for him, and Ji Chengyang had to push it down again and again.
Near the Lunar New Year, he was finally discharged from the hospital.
Liu Kaifeng specially called him a New Year greeting in advance, and by the way told him that the little girl has been in a stable mood at work recently, and she has been working hard, and is almost about to sign a formal contract.
"Happy New Year, I hope 2008 is a good year." The other party obviously meant something.
"Happy New Year, I hope 2008 is a good year."
He hung up the phone, and another call came in. He saw the name of the caller ID and was a little surprised.
"I'm back?" This was Wang Haoran's first sentence after the call was connected.
"It's been two months since I came back," Ji Chengyang explained briefly, "I have always had private affairs, and I still want to gather with you again after the Chinese New Year."
"Don't, don't after the New Year, I am driving to find you now, Xiao Nianye should be back to the courtyard, right?"
"Get to the yard at about six o'clock," he replied, "Come here directly and have dinner."
"No need for food," Wang Haoran said, "Wait for me, I'm going to be early, and I'll be waiting for you downstairs at your house."
Ji Chengyang agreed.
After the discharge procedures were completed, he talked with his doctor for a long time. When he really got in the car at home, it was already dark. Along the way, the street lights were connected to the street lights, and when I drove to the entrance of the courtyard, I saw the row of red lanterns at the main entrance, and I really felt a little Chinese New Year atmosphere.
The soldier saluted and allowed to pass.
When the car drove to the corner, he had already seen Wang Haoran's car, and the person in the driver's seat had also seen him, unfastened the seat belt, and walked down. The driver guessed that this was his friend, so he took the luggage upstairs. Ji Chengyang walked over in the cold wind whirling between the building, and before he could speak, he gave him a hard blow in the face.
Silent, cold, full-strength fists made his eyes black.
Wang Haoran grabbed the neckline of his black coat: "I wanted to beat you two years ago. Can I live a comfortable life abroad in the past few years? Ji Chengyang?" He forced a bloody smell from his throat, which was almost reflexive. Asked Wang Haoran, "For Xixi?"
"How old was she when you two were together? Sixteen? Seventeen? I really want you to see with your own eyes what she was like when you dumped her." Ji Chengyang's body froze there.
At this time, Wang Haoran said that he meant to walk for the sky, but he never threw another punch. The two of them have met since the youth piano competition, and have never turned their faces in more than 20 years. Although he hated the punch just now, he really attacked a little girl and abandoned them without nostalgia, but There are also his own personal feelings in it.
At least two years ago, before Ji Yi completely disappeared from Wang Haoran's world, he was selfish.
And now, so much of his selfishness has been worn away by the years, and only the condemnation of his friends is innocent.
"Are you still fighting?" Ji Chengyang suddenly said.
It turned out to give people an illusion of fatigue and powerlessness.
Wang Haoran was stunned by his calmness, and let go: "I wanted to beat you hard..."
"Okay, come on," Ji Chengyang looked at him, "while there is no one now."
Wang Haoran was really embarrassed.
After all, he has no position to do so.
Wang Haoran was forced to whisper by Ji Chengyang and rubbed her hand: "Come on, let go of you and let go of your hand if you celebrate the new year." The man in front of him is already married. He can only do this.
The two big men were speechless in the piercing cold wind.
After a while, he finally stretched out his hand and patted Wang Haoran on the shoulder: "Thank you for helping me take care of her, and I will find you again after the Chinese New Year." After speaking, he turned around and went upstairs without looking back.