Qi Fei finally broke away from the ranks of single dogs when he was about to graduate in his senior year. The most thing he did every day was to brush photos of his girlfriend in the WeChat group.
Gu Meiyan, Qi Fei's girlfriend, a big and a small beauty, in Zhuo Xiaoyuan's words, even good cabbage has been hogged by pigs.
"Brother, this is a personal charm." Qi Fei's De Sejin could feel it through the phone screen: "You mortals don't understand."
Ji Qinyang teased him: "Then don't you want to run for four years in love with this little beauty?"
Qi Fei: "Eight years of the Anti-Japanese War have come down, four years are nothing!"
Zhang Gangbang: "Me and Rourou's seven-year itch are going to pass, you are such a fart!"
Qi Fei: "Then you post photos, post photos, post them, post them, post them!"
Xie Meng talked with the professor about the internship recommendation. He does not plan to study for graduate school, and wants to work directly after finishing the research.
"There was originally a quota for you." The instructor regretted: "Really don't think about it anymore?"
Xie Meng: "I think the school motto of the National People's Congress is more suitable for me than Baoyan."
The instructor was stunned for a while, then laughed: "Seek truth from facts... It's not bad." He patted Xie Meng on the shoulder: "Do it well, young man."
As soon as Xie Meng came out of the office, he received a call from Zhang Ganggang. The boy's voice was very low on the other end of the phone: "I've decided whether to like Qi's mother..."
Xie Meng choked for a moment, and could only comfort him helplessly: "Of course Qi Fei is happy to have a girlfriend, don't you also have Rourou?"
"Don't mention Rourou." Zhang Ganggang said dully: "Rourou doesn't even want to see me."
Xie Meng frowned: "What's wrong?"
Zhang Ganggang said after a while: "I'll get off work after I get off, let's go drink!"
Last month, he went to Xinhua News Agency for an internship. Xie Meng didn't ask about the specifics. He was too busy in the bank. He had to start with the most basic counters. Open the door.
Ji Qinyang's band is gradually on the right track. There are large-scale concerts every month. Many entertainment companies want to sign them. However, Ji Qinyang's ambition is big and he just wants to be his own music studio.
"Yimi is really amazing." Zhang Ganggang sighed.
He and Xie Mengyue were in a simple restaurant in Wudaokou, and they asked for two bottles of beer. There were many foreigners of different skin colors sitting around, speaking the languages of various countries. Han Dong once joked: "Wudaokou is like a United Nations, the center of the world, and Beijing is the center of the world. So amazing, it's like you never belonged here and always belonged here."
Xie Meng took a sip of wine. The performance of the bank internship period was very important. He wanted to stay until he became a regular, and he was so busy that he didn't even have time to spend time with Ji Qinyang.
Zhang Ganggang sighed again and muttered, "I didn't want to read before, but now I think it's better to read."
Xie Meng smiled: "how to say."
Zhang Ganggang: "I really want to go back to high school to do math problems."
The wine in Xie Meng's mouth almost spit out.
"When you work, you'll be a dog." Zhang Ganggang said depressedly, "Rourou won't meet me until she graduates. I don't know what she's thinking."
Xie Meng wiped his mouth: "Where's Han Dong, have you asked him?"
Zhang Ganggang: "Isn't he very busy too... Joined the mobile? Obviously the eldest young master can inherit the family business, but he refuses to go back to Suzhou. He is also a weird person."
Xie Meng didn't know what to say, so he reached out and tapped him on the shoulder as if encouraging.
"Don't talk about me." Zhang Ganggang opened another bottle of wine: "How about you? How is the bank internship?"
Xie Meng: "I will take a gold internship next month and be responsible for the loan."
Zhang Ganggang: "Oh, it would be nice if you could stay, but you should be fine."
Xie Meng shook his head: "Not necessarily, run the real estate, negotiate with the opening, drink and socialize." He smiled: "It's also the rhythm of being busy."
Zhang Ganggang: "Still living with Yimei?"
"Yeah." Xie Meng's chopsticks stopped, and he looked at Zhang Gangbang's face and said suddenly, "I have been with him for a long time."
"??" Zhang Ganggang was inexplicable: "I know, didn't you guys move out and live together before your sophomore year? He earns a lot, so how do you calculate the rent?"
Xie Meng had a feeling of powerlessness to ask the sky without words. He didn't know how to say it, so he could only explain again: "I mean we have been together very early, which means literally, I and him are a couple."
"What?!" It was near the roadside, and it was the rush hour. There were many and noisy vehicles outside. Zhang Langbang couldn't hear clearly, and asked again: "What pair?!"
Xie Meng took a deep breath, and he leaned into Zhang Bangbang's ear and said loudly, "Ji Qinyang and I are lovers! We have been together for almost seven years!"
All the foreigners around were silent and looked at the two of them, and Zhang Bangbang opened his mouth blankly.
Xie Meng's expression calmed down. After drinking, he shrugged his shoulders: "They don't understand anyway... Do you understand?"
Zhang Ganggang has been digesting the shocking question "Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang are a pair of lovers" for the next time. He asked a lot, but Xie Meng did not hide it.
"So Uncle Han also knows?" Zhang Ganggang finally asked.
Xie Meng held the bottle and nodded while drinking.
"..." Zhang Gangbang clutched his hair decadently and muttered, "Why am I so stupid..."
Xie Meng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How stupid, you are just a little dull."
Zhang Ganggang: "... Who else knows?"
Xie Meng thought for a while: "I mentioned it to you, and the director of Baby Bear should also know."
"Oh..." Zhang Ganggang recalled, "Half a peer."
Xie Meng: "What about half a peer? It's like a mountain." He dug out Baby Bear's Weibo and found that the other party had been intern in the crew for the past few days. He recently took a selfie dressed like a migrant worker. is a ladder.
Zhang Ganggang sighed: "Being a director is quite hard work...
"It's not hard now." Xie Meng found Zhuo Xiaoyuan's WeChat photo album, which was full of photos from the valleys in the poor mountainous areas. Zhuo Xiaoyuan rarely entered the country, and most of the photos were of smiling faces of children.
Zhang Ganggang leaned over and watched with him for a while, and both of them were silent.
"It feels like everyone is different." Zhang Ganggang squinted his eyes: "How do you say that sentence, time is a pig-killing knife?"
Xie Meng chuckled: "It's always good to have changes, the future is going, we are changing, there is nothing wrong with cherishing the present."
Zhang Ganggang didn't speak, and after a long while he sighed: "I applied for an overseas post. If I stay after my internship, I will probably be a war correspondent."
Xie Mengna's hand of the wine bottle was in the middle, and his expression was like being beaten with a stick: "What do you say you are going to be?"
"War correspondent." Zhang Ganggang said slowly: "So, if I don't see Rourou again, I'm afraid I may not be able to see you again in the future."
Beijing in May is a good time to travel, to see the flowers and enjoy the wind, and even the number of people in the subway at night is doubled.
When the phone rang, Zhang Ganggang didn't respond for a long time, and when he answered it, he found out that it was Uncle Han Donghan.
"I heard Xie Meng say that you are going to be a reporter in the war zone?" Han Dong went straight to the topic and sneered: "Are you out of your mind?"
Zhang Ganggang was stunned. He was already uncomfortable because of Rourou's affairs, and after drinking alcohol, his brain instantly burned: "Where am I going to ask you to take care of me? I have to ask you to agree to anything I do. ?"
Han Dong seems to be outside, and there is a lot of noise around him, but his voice seems to be very calm: "If you say so, just leave, it's still such a dangerous place, and others don't care about their moods? What about Rourou?!"
When talking about Rou Rou, Zhang Zanggang became quiet. He looked at his expression reflected in the car window, and after a long time he said, "Han Dong, let me ask you, what is your relationship with Rou Rou."
Han Dong was stunned: "What does it matter."
Zhang Ganggang: "From high school to college, my interactions with her are almost always through you. What she does and thinks, you tell me, why do you know, why don't you let me see her?"
Han Dong: "..."
"Is she your girlfriend?" Zhang Ganggang's voice trembled a little: "Or do you like her too..."
"No!" Han Dong interrupted abruptly. He panted and repeated several times: "It's not what you think."
"What's that?!" Zhang Gangbang shouted loudly, and many people in the subway looked at him, but Zhang Ganggang couldn't control that much. It was like hot oil was poured into his lungs, and the pain was so unbearable that he wanted to squirt out: " Tell me, what do you want?"
The radio in the subway announced the name of the station, Zhang Ganggang walked out slowly with the flow of people, and the surrounding crowd was bustling. On the phone, Han Dong's voice seemed to be coming from a far away place.
Han Dong: "There is nothing soft."
Zhang Ganggang: "... What do you mean?"
"There is no Rourou." Han Dong whispered: "There is no such person, do you understand?"
There are still people in the CCNY's solfeggio hall. Ji Qinyang and Wen Tao are discussing the rhythm of the chorus. The phone on the side vibrates. Qian Mo sees the caller ID "Xie Meng". One word, the screensaver is a group photo of two teenagers in the snow.
Qi Fei took Gu Meiyan and strolled around the Xiangmen Houzhuang in Suzhou; Zhuo Xiaoyuan was sitting in the fenced yard only made of mud.
Zhang Bangbang listened to Han Dong's voice in his ear.
"There is no such person in the world as Rourou."
"… "
"There is no Rou Rou, only me."
"… "
"I am soft."
Ji Qinyang only found out about Xie Meng's call half an hour later, he called back, and the other party answered in a short while.
"I was busy just now." Ji Qinyang whispered, "Are you home?"
Xie Meng: "I guessed that you were busy and didn't go home, so I brought you a late night snack."
"Wait." Ji Qinyang walked to the window, and sure enough, he saw Xie Meng downstairs. The other party raised his head and saw him lift the bag in his hand.
Wen Tao's group happened to be hungry, and Xie Meng received a warm welcome when he came up. Only Qian Mo sat next to him with a smile that was not a smile on his face.
"Brother Momo loves beauty." Biscuit said cheerfully, "Don't eat at night, lose weight."
Qian Mo glanced at him.
Ji Qinyang saw that everyone had eaten and didn't plan to stay: "I'll go first."
Wen Tao nodded while eating, and Qian Mo stopped him: "The chorus is done? Don't you listen to me?"
"No need." Ji Qinyang said indifferently, "Wen Tao heard you sing the same."
Wen Tao hurriedly swallowed what was in his mouth: "Give it to me!"
Qian Mo: "… "
When he walked to the school gate, Xie Meng's trouser legs were messed up, Ji Qinyang squatted down to tidy it up for him, Xie Meng looked down at him and suddenly asked, "What happened to that Qian Mo?"
Ji Qinyang turned his face and raised his eyebrows: "How long did it take you to find out?"
Xie Meng shook his feet: "You still blame me for finding out late?"
Ji Qinyang laughed. He was obviously in a good mood. He hugged Xie Meng while humming a song: "It's rare to see you jealous. I'm very happy, but who is Qian Mo? I'm not familiar with it."
Xie Meng looked at him and didn't speak, and suddenly patted the other side with his palm. Ji Qinyang avoided the key point and wanted to grab it back, but Xie Meng held his wrist around, and he was able to catch it.
"There is a regression in your skills." Xie Meng touched Ji Qinyang's face: "If you dare to cheat, you will be destroyed."
Ji Qinyang laughed until his mouth could not close, hugged Xie Mengmeng and kissed a few times.
After the phone call, Han Dong completely lost the news of Zhang Gangbang. The other party seemed to be avoiding him on purpose. The WeChat group also quit, the phone was blocked, and the world evaporated completely. , the school was also blocked, and in the end all got nothing.
Xie Meng saw Han Dong who came to the door with a tired face, and finally couldn't bear to turn away.
"Didn't you check your mailbox?" Xie Meng opened his usual mailbox, Zhang Ganggang sent him an email a week ago, the content was only a few lines, it was to explain some things at home, and finally he attached a picture, it was a call Got an internal transfer dispatch list from Mosaic.
Han Dong watched it several times, and his eyes were red when he closed the face.
"I'll go back and have a look." He wiped his face, lowered his head and dared not look at Xie Meng: "Thank you."
Xie Meng sighed: "Look at me here."
Han Dong hesitated for a while, but he couldn't help logging into his mailbox. Sure enough, there was an unread e-mail, he took a deep breath, shook his hand and clicked it.
At the top are all the photos taken by Zhang Gang. He took out all the parts about Han Dong in the album over the years, there are about one or two hundred photos, and I don't know how long it has been uploaded.
Zhang Ganggang left a line under these photos.
Affectionate is a tragedy, and it must be read.