Regarding the choice of career, Ji Yi did not waver at all. That was the decision she had made when she was young when she was doing test papers with a strong smell of ink on a white desk and under a desk lamp late at night.
Ji Chengyang went to the United States a few days later. He told Ji Yi that he was going to the funeral of a friend of his.
Hearing his reasons, an inexplicable sad emotion emerged, reminding her of the scene when the high school squad leader left that year.
In mid-March, He Feifei changed residence.
She asked Ji Yi if he wanted to rent a house: "My one is a two-bedroom apartment. I rented one, and the other is still empty. I guess the landlord will find someone in these few days. Why don't you move in and share with me? "
Ji Yi just started wanting to rent a house, but he did not expect to have this opportunity: "I left school at the end of June and want to find a house in May."
"It's not that easy to find a house," He Feifei continued to lobby, "Girls are even more troublesome. I have suffered from sharing rent with someone I don't know, so I just want to live with someone I know. It happens that the house is a big one. Little, I live in a big one, and pay two-thirds of the rent, which is definitely cheaper than finding it yourself in the future."
Ji Yi thought, He Feifei was right.
Some of the students in the dormitory have graduated to Shanghai and returned to Guangzhou, and some went abroad directly. The remaining two are from Beijing, and there is no need to rent a house. So she had been looking for May's roommate in a shared room, and now suddenly there was such a good opportunity, and the rent was so affordable, she agreed without hesitation.
The weather was good on the day of moving.
Ji Yi doesn't have much luggage, one suitcase and one duffel bag. These are all her belongings. He Feifei's car is all done. The rented place is near Hepingli. The secluded residential buildings are all old-style buildings. There is no so-called community and security. She moved the luggage to the room, He Feifei put the newly furnished key on the kitchen table, and told her: "I have something to do tonight, and I won't be back. This is your key, so you can go as long as you like."
So, it was almost time for dinner, and she was abandoned by her roommate.
This is a small room of less than 50 square meters. Because of the limited space, the kitchen is open and there is no living room. Only a four-person glass dining table is placed next to the kitchen as the dining room. Her room is adjacent to the kitchen. It is very small and can only accommodate the most conventional furnishings, such as a bed, desk, chair, and a narrow wardrobe.
The room where He Feifei lives is twice as large as here. It is connected to the balcony and is much more spacious.
She had been here once before today, and the room was almost cleaned up. The only furniture added was a shelf of bookshelves above the bed. She was small and wouldn't be in the way anyway.
After finishing the clothes that I moved today, I will be completely settled down.
She stood at the door of the room, staring at it for a while.
Although there is only a room of about 8 square meters, it is the space where she really paid the rent and can be the master of her own. Finally, she can say the word "my home" to others instead of grandfather's home, mother's home, or school.
When she came, she walked out of the residential complex with an impression. After having dinner, she looked for a bus stop on the side of the road, and then went to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities. When I walked back, I was a little lost. There were more than 30 buildings with the same appearance, and I couldn't tell the difference when I glanced at them in the middle of the night.
After nine o'clock, it was winter again, and there were no people walking around in the community, and no one could ask.
She could only stop, lifted her head under the light of the street lamp, and looked at the building number carefully. Obviously, the street lamp has been used for a long time, the light is much worse, and it is a bit laborious to see.
Before he could see clearly, his arm was hit by someone, followed by a crash of falling to the ground.
The bag in Ji Yi's hand was hit. She turned her head reflexively, and saw the drunk who was stumbling and getting up next to her, helping a dilapidated bicycle not far from her. It is not a good thing to meet such a person in the dark and late night.
She picked up the bag, turned and left, thinking that she could leave this dangerous person immediately, but she didn't expect the drunk to hold the bicycle, cursing and muttering to follow.
There are no people here, there is a distance from the road, and there is no environment for people at all.
Ji Yi felt numb, and quickly walked into the door closest to him.
The wooden door is open, without any anti-theft measures.
Behind her, there was clearly the crash of a car thrown on the ground, and the sound of men's footsteps. She was upset and quickly ran to the second floor.
The people behind are still persevering, following closely.
It seemed that she was afraid of someone in her family and didn't dare to follow too closely, but she was reluctant to give up.
Ji Yi felt cold behind her back, clutching several large plastic bags in her hand, and glanced at the three households beside her in fright. The voice from her right hand was louder.
She immediately reached out and patted the door: "Open the door, I'm back!"
The drunk man obviously stopped at the door of the building and stepped back.
"Open the door soon, I'm exhausted, I bought a lot of things, I can't take it anymore!"
Ji Yi continued to pat the door. At first he was bold, but finally a little anxious, afraid that he might have heard it wrong, but there was no one inside.
Until the anti-theft door was pulled from the inside, the light in the house illuminated the entire corridor, and also illuminated her nervously pale face.
There was a murmur of bicycles at the entrance of the building. She heard someone riding away and the breath that was stuck in her chest was slowly sent down, but she was still afraid of it.
The woman who opened the door was strange, and looked at him with the man behind her: "Who are you looking for?"
She looked guilty and looked at the woman who opened the door and the man behind her: "I'm sorry... Is this building 32?" Her voice was a little dumb, and her heart was beating violently. The woman inside the door smiled: "No? You made a mistake. I was shocked. I thought it was a liar and looked at Cat's Eye for a long time. This is Building 28, and Building No. 32 is on the east side of this building. It's just across a building." The woman was a little strange, but she kindly told her where she was.
"Thank you," Ji Yi exhaled, "I just moved to this community today... It was too dark to find the wrong place."
"Just moved here? It's normal to find it. When I first moved here, I have been familiar with it for two days," the woman looked back at her husband, "Why don't you send it off, it's very close anyway."
The man agreed happily, picked up his coat, and walked straight out.
She didn't expect to run into such a kind person, was sent downstairs to her home, thanked her repeatedly, and ran upstairs quickly.
After making sure to lock the door, Ji Yi hastily ate, took a bath, dried his hair, and packed the things he bought from the supermarket. No matter what the calculation, she was missing a bag. While feeling distressed about the money spent, she comforted herself: "It's okay, it's okay to lose money and eliminate disasters."
The sound was not loud, but she was scared. She leaned over to the door and looked at the corridor through the cat's eyes, because there was no light outside and nothing could be seen.
Suddenly, the door was knocked twice.
She was lying on the door and immediately let go of her hand when she was shaken by the knock on the door. She was a little scared, and asked through the door: "Who are you, please?"
"Sixi, it's me," the people outside quickly added, "Ji Chengyang."
He is back
Ji Yi was stunned.
Ji Chengyang once told her the date of the procedure, but she still kept it in her hand, not today.
He came back early.
Her lingering fears became helpless. Although she had told him the address of his new home before moving, and guessed that he would come to see her, she did not expect that he would show up without warning just in this special late night.
"Are you back?" She opened the door and saw him standing outside the door, standing in the dark.
"Just arrived." Ji Chengyang walked in.
She responded indiscriminately with a few words, always thinking about it. When blowing her hair just now, she seemed to forget to use a comb to unclog it. It should be quite messy. Her thoughts were so detached that the hair was messy and affected her image, but her body had already acted first. , Took out a clean glass: "Would you like water? There is coffee, but there is no coffee machine, it is instant, and orange juice and yogurt."
So busy.
Even forgot to invite him into his room.
Ji Chengyang was standing at the glass dining table in the kitchen, her only in the dark eyes. Such a small open kitchen, standing so tall and thin, looked extremely crowded.
And his reticence makes people even more embarrassed.
Ji Yi noticed something strange and asked him softly, "Having been on the plane for so long? Isn't it exhausting?"
His voice was a little dull: "There are some."
Ji Yi hurriedly led him into his room, and wanted to pull out the chair to let him sit, but immediately rejected it, making it even more uncomfortable to sit at the desk. She pointed to the bed and whispered, "Sit on the bed."
I don't know why, after saying this, he became quieter, and the whole person was still there, as if it was a frozen picture in a movie. Holding an empty glass with a guilty conscience, she murmured again: "If you are too tired, go to bed for a while. My roommate is not here today. I can sleep in her room."
I don't know if Ji Chengyang heard this sentence, anyway, after she said it, she fled the room.
After finishing in the kitchen, I went to the balcony to take down the quilt that was dried in the afternoon and hugged it back to the room. Ji Chengyang actually slept in his clothes. A person so tall, lying on her large single bed, almost Occupies the entire bed. Her eyes came out from behind the ball of quilt, looked at him, walked quietly, spread the ball of quilt, and covered him.
The movements are very light, for fear of waking him up.
At the moment the cotton was covered, he held her wrist.
Quietly, she pulled her towards herself.
Ji Yi's blood began to flow frantically, and in the sudden contact, he quickly defeated the battle. Slippers fell by the bed, he approached her body very slowly, always fighting against the faint, sober voice in his heart. In front of him was Ji Yi’s close eyebrows, closed eyes, and slightly trembling eyelashes telling He, she is also struggling to resist her inner emotions.
But the body obeyed faithfully.
She was dizzy and dizzy, as if she had fallen into a swiftly spinning nest.
Let him suck and entangle his lips and tongue, just bear it, and instinctively obey him.
Until he tasted the salty taste of his tears, he touched her face, she was completely wet, Ji Yi's consciousness of being kissed was dissipated, as if in a dream, he didn't know if he would wake up, just crying silently , In the dark room, crying so much that his stomach and heart are twisted together, and the pain is so painful that the whole person is leaning against his arms.
He wiped her tears and touched her short hair with teary fingers. Her profile was curved, and her fingers slid from the ear bones to the earlobes, and stopped: "Stop crying, Sisi, stop crying..." He kissed her face, nose, and eyes with his lips, "I have always been afraid that you are not ready and dare not make the decision for you. Sisi, I can't live without you. Believe me for the last time, I will never leave you again. ."
Her gaze flickered, blurred, and looked at him blankly.
Ji Chengyang has never felt like he is a complete bastard like now. What can make all love be beaten back to its original form, not to be believed, make her so vulnerable under her strong appearance, just a kiss makes her feel like back When I was a teenager, I kept crying, crying because I missed the time when my parents came back to visit...
There is excuse for saying what is right and wrong.
His heart was tightening now, watching the tears that she couldn't stop, really wanting to go back to the past completely, and beat himself to death before he had a relationship with her. Ji Chengyang in his twenties, no matter what For any reason, the little girl I love most and the only one I love deeply hurts.
Suddenly, his face felt cold, he felt her hand, and slowly touched his face.
So careful, like memories that are shattered at the touch of a touch.
His heart was hit hard and he didn't even dare to move, letting her touch his facial features.
Until Ji Yi slowly approached and touched him with his lips, trying to get him to kiss himself again. She was telling him by action that she was re-trusting him, even though she would be afraid of losing it again, she still wanted to give him everything he wanted.
In the long silence, the two people seemed to be using physical contact to feel each other.
"Sixi, thank you," Ji Chengyang put his arm on her side, kissed her eyes, looked at the girl in his shadow, and looked at her cheeks that had become unusually flushed due to a brief lack of oxygen.
His voice was very low, weighing heavily on his heart, "Thank you and forgive me."
She touched his face, tears in her eyes, blurring her vision: "Just this time, don't do this again..." Once again, she probably couldn't hold on.
Her nasal voice was strong, and her grievance was unspeakable.
The grievances of more than four years are so many that she can cry for days and nights.
Ji Chengyang was silent, and kissed her eyes tenderly: "No, unless I'm dead."
He never said such blunt words, she was frightened, and grabbed his hand: "Quickly say, pah pah pah, Tong Yan Wuji." Ji Chengyang was taken aback and couldn't help but reveal the number one tonight. Smile.
In Ji Yi's serious and nervous eyes, he lowered his voice and repeated the sentence following her.
"Quickly take a picture of the wood, and then take a picture of the bookshelf." She pointed to the bookshelf above the two of them.
Ji Chengyang felt helpless and patted the lower shelf of the bookshelf.
She pursed her mouth, smiled, and felt that Ji Chengyang, who did what she said, was ruinous.
…
That night, the two of them were lying on the bed and chatting softly. Ji Yi seemed to have suddenly returned to the past, telling him trivial things tirelessly. She will selectively skip the sad things, such as the death of the monitor, and the unhappiness with her family, etc., telling about some interesting things that have run through her four years of life.
"During my senior year, everyone was looking for work. I wanted to save money for graduate school, so I went to a travel agency to find a part-time job," Ji Yi recalled, telling him, "At that time, people refused to ask me, saying that I was inexperienced. Said, I was admitted to the postgraduate of China Foreign Affairs University without taking the exam. Both English and French are very good."
She has never boasted so much since she was young, and even when she was praised occasionally, she mostly tacitly acquiesced in shyness.
Looking back now, it turns out that life is the most changeable one.
After Ji Yi finished speaking, he looked at him specially, and repeated softly: "It's really exempt from the test."
He debunked her jokingly: "Do you want me to praise you?"
"... No," she looked away awkwardly, pressed her forehead against his chest, and muttered, "It's far worse than you."
Ji Chengyang is really tired.
His body is far worse than before, even far worse than the patients waiting in the lobby of the hospital.
But he couldn't bear to sleep.
He could see that Ji Yi was very happy.
How long has it been since, seeing her so shy and happy, smiling hopefully, leaning on herself. The slightly hot body is next to him, shrinking in front of him, unabashedly attached to him...
"You are no worse than me," he said in a low voice, slowly, "My Sixi, from childhood to greatest, is the best."
In such a long and unusual growth years, he can still maintain the original goodness, can go through waves of adversity, and still be able to not hide his inner feelings, hesitate to hesitate, and be willing to believe.
How good is he, she has to be like this.
Later, he fell asleep first. Ji Yi quietly got out of bed, closed the light and the door, and climbed onto the bed gently, got into the quilt, and slowly stuck to his chest, finding a comfortable posture. Fell asleep too.
In the middle of the night, Ji Chengyang woke up.
Long-term insomnia caused him to suffer from nightmare sickness.
During those days when I was walking frequently in war zones in various countries, I met many colleagues, including reporters who seemed to put themselves out of business, as well as patients with severe depression. At first, he thought that these psychological problems did not pose a threat to him, and even after his rescue this time, it was physical trauma and danger that tortured him, not psychological problems.
But it turns out that he overestimated himself.
Later, he discovered that he had witnessed and experienced massacres and slaughters with his own eyes, and even saw a good friend die by his side. This kind of tragedy could not be ignored. The nightmare started from being rescued and continues to this day. Up to now, he can only choose to coexist with these memories. Sometimes when I wake up in a trance at midnight, I still see those things without seeing light around.
Ji Yi in his arms breathed unnaturally, getting more and more intense, even making a faintly depressed voice.
Ji Chengyang guessed that she was having a nightmare, and shot her awake. Sure enough, when the little girl woke up, she was still sobbing uncontrollably and breathing for a long time before she slowly calmed down. "I have a nightmare." Her small, still lingering voice came from his chest.
"What did you dream about?" he asked in a low voice.
She shook her head, reluctant to say.
Just stretched his hand slowly behind his waist and hugged him tightly.