The Plough

Chapter 116

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A journey across the ocean is boring.

When the same color of the sea and the sky has become a routine, Yue Dingtang will no longer have the poetic spirit of the sea reaching the boundless sky.

He began to read books and write letters.

He brought several books with him, and nearly half of the two suitcases were books.

One of them is "Romeo and Juliet".

Yue Dingtang picked it up and turned a few pages.

He had read the original book two or three times, but this time he was not going to take it abroad.

He originally wanted to throw the book to someone who came to see him off, and told that person to study English well, not to meet in a few years, and even abcd would say no.

But he couldn't wait for anyone.

The book will have to press the bottom of the box.

There can be many people to write to.

To the eldest brother, the second brother, the third sister, and even Uncle Zhou.

There are also several highly respected teachers in the middle school. Yue Dingtang plans to communicate with them frequently in the future, so please ask the teacher.

The third sister likes to eat, drink and have fun, and I am afraid that she is not interested in the same scenery and food along the way.

The eldest brother and the second brother have no time to watch these sons and daughters. They prefer to watch Yue Dingtang's comprehensive description and observation of Europe's political economy and military after he went to France.

But Yue Dingtang has a lot to write about.

He grew up in China since he was a child, and suddenly left home for thousands of miles, crossed the ocean, and went to a distant and unfamiliar country. It may be a few years, or it may be longer. All relatives, friends and even the familiar mother tongue have gone away. , is absolutely impossible.

No matter how old the young man is, he is only a young man.

The boring scenery is also the scenery, and countless chaotic feelings need a channel to talk about. Even the experience after reading a book, if there is a like-minded partner around, discussing and arguing with him, even if it is a quarrel, it is a lively entertainment for loneliness.

The letter is written.

One by one.

Yue Dingtang had a lot to say, and he wrote them all down on the letter paper.

But the letter was never sent.

Every time you write a letter, it is carefully sealed and thrown into the sea.

So one after another, until he reached the other side of Europe, he stopped writing letters.

Many years have passed, and this past is like a buried youth memory, and the tomb has long been green.

Suddenly, with the rush of thoughts, the grass and trees were burned to ashes, the soil was dug up layer by layer, and the things that had been dusted and disappeared instantly came back to my mind.

Yue Dingtang remembered.

Those letters, each one, were not addressed by pen.

He seems to write to himself, but also seems to write to others, after all, he wants to send it to someone who can never be sent.

Ling Shu.

He also remembered that a few years later, when he set off to return to China and packed his luggage, he found that there was a handkerchief in his suitcase, plain and blank. At that time, he thought it was the one that Du Yuning put on the snack basket before parting. It was only at this moment that it dawned on me.

Du Yuning's handkerchief had her boudoir name on it, and the one he always took with him was when he and Ling Shu fell off the tree, and his nose was bleeding, so Ling Shu took it out and wiped the blood on him. of.

He thought that after he went abroad, Ling Shu and Du Yuning would end up either getting married after graduating high school and continuing their studies, or the two would go to college together. All the happiness of the golden boy and the girl in the family would be perfect for them.

He subconsciously didn't want to pay attention to these two people anymore, didn't want to hear any news from them, they were happy, sweet and happy.

Even after returning to China, he did not deliberately inquire about Ling Shu's current situation until he heard the name of the Shanghai socialite Du Yuning.

The daughter of the Du family married into a high-ranking family, and her husband was the son of a warlord. Even if the warlord lost his power, he was already extremely rich and rich.

Only there is no name of Ling Shu.

What Yue Ding Tang thought was a fairy tale, but some people left the stage and eventually turned into a joke.

The Ling family was in decline, and great changes took place overnight. The Du family regretted their marriage and married his daughter. Ling Yao hurriedly sent his younger brother to live abroad, hoping to use the remaining wealth of the Ling family to give him a good future.

These are all plots that Yue Dingtang had not heard of in the past eight years.

The dignified son of the Ling family has been reduced to relying on the relationship of his brother-in-law and a small section member to go to the police station in the district for a job.

In the past, the young man who was always striving for the top in everything and showing off his dazzling eyes was actually reduced to fishing and living in a drunken dream.

They were classmates for six years, eight years apart, and the parting time was far longer than the time they spent together.

Even when they were in school, they were not intimate, mostly noisy and even fighting.

So that eight years later, when he saw each other again at the Emerald Dance Arena, he felt as if he had passed away.

Going around in circles, the two returned to the original point, but Ling Shu was no longer the familiar look in his memory.

But Yue Dingtang couldn't tell what he was familiar with.

At this moment, all the past events are recalled, memory and reality overlap, and the two truly become one.

The white mountains, the black water and the stars, the sun and the moon have witnessed the blood that Ling Shu shed here, as well as all his pain and glory.

Let's meet again.

Yue Dingtang thought so.

I miss your past, but I want to be a part of your future.

All in all, the water is flowing.

The overhead lights flickered, and after a while, it went dark again, and the inside of the carriage turned completely dark.

Yue Dingtang's shoulder lightened, Ling Shu seemed to be alert.

"Why didn't you sleep?" The other party rubbed his eyes and asked vaguely.

Yue Dingtang asked back, "Why did you have to turn on the light to fall asleep before?"

Ling Shu was stunned, as if he did not expect that he would suddenly ask this.

"I was injured very badly once, and there was no one around, so Tian Tian didn't respond, and the ground didn't work, especially in the middle of the night. I almost thought I was going to die there. That feeling of waiting to die in the dark night, I will never forget…”

His voice was very small, but it was very clear to Yue Dingtang.

"It's not that I can't sleep without the lights, it's just that I can't get through it. I can still sleep if I want to. Now I'm very sleepy."

After Ling Shu finished speaking, he yawned and began to feel confused again.

Yue Dingtang said: "Go to sleep, there is me."

"En." Ling Shu closed his eyes naturally, and his breathing gradually deepened.

Yue Dingtang finally felt a little sleepy.

The two slept together.

The train makes a short stop at Jinzhou Station.

But Lao Yuan couldn't sleep.

He was addicted to smoking and had a urgency to urinate.

Tobacco addiction is easy to handle, and the old lady also smokes, which is not unusual, but there is no toilet in the third-class carriage.

Taking advantage of the fifteen-hour gap in the middle, he hurriedly got out of the car and found a secluded corner. He solved his personal problems first, and then quickly pulled out a cigarette, racing against time to breathe.

"Mr. Song?"

On the train, first-class carriage.

He Ping found that the other party was distracted.

The two were originally talking about business, and he had already opened the file and read half of it.

The opposite Mr. Song suddenly stopped responding.

He Ping was dissatisfied, but he had to swallow his anger and ask with concern.

"Mr. Song, are you alright?"

He asked again.

Mr. Song regained his senses and pointed outside: "Go and find this person."