Drinking carrot juice every day, Wang Jiexiang can gradually taste the difference in the taste of each cup.
Some are sweeter, some are milder, and some are astringent. She prefers to drink sweet carrot juice, so she bought a pack of sugar to take home.
The packaging of white sugar is made of paper, which is inconvenient to store on the stove. Wang Jiexiang rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find a container that could hold it.
At the top of the large cabinet at home, she took out an iron can that was stuffed in the corner.
The outer packaging of the tin can says "Souffle Sauce", and the lower part of the word "Sauce" is not very clear due to wear and tear. Wang Jiexiang shook the jar, and it turned out to be quite heavy.
Open it, and a whole jar is filled with lots and lots of folded paper.
Wang Jiexiang shook out one of the papers casually, it was a letter paper.
The handwriting on the letter was unfamiliar and did not belong to Yin Xian.
[Island, best wishes from Zhan Xin:
Summer is really boring, the sun is so bright, my window is broken and I can't open it. I stayed in the house all morning, walking around with my shoes on and doing nothing, so I wrote to you again.
Are you doing well in boarding school? Do you have a fan there
I can't let go of the mention of childhood in your letters two times ago, but I keep thinking about it frequently recently.
I didn't have a very happy childhood either.
It is also such a hot summer in my memory, a kind of "booger candy" is popular among friends, and it is a sour black round ball plum candy. I saw them smashing the candy, eating it with relish, and couldn't help but salivate, but no matter how much I begged my mother, she refused to buy it for me. Once, my friend generously poured me a few booger candies, and I held them in my hand and was reluctant to eat them. When I got home, the sugar was heated, and I flattened my palm and licked it vigorously. This scene happened to be seen by my mother. She scolded me for being worthless and took off my pants. She beat me hard.
After hitting there, I missed booger candy more and more. Walking into the small shop, I looked at the stationery on the surface, but I was actually peeking at the snack cabinet selling booger candies. While the boss wasn't paying attention, I slipped a box of booger candy and hid it in my pants pocket. I successfully walked out of the small shop, but the boss didn't stop me. With that hot potato in my arms, I dared not go to school or go home. Run to the back gate of the school, where there is an alley shaded by trees. With trembling hands, I unpacked the booger candy, and seeing no one around, I raised my head regardless, and poured it down my throat.
You can't imagine what it tastes like, I dare say it is the worst food I have ever eaten.
Obviously a small piece tastes sour and sweet, but chewing a whole box is really like chewing booger, dry and smelly, sour. Recalling my childhood, it is probably the same feeling. I swallowed it whole, hoping to get rid of it early, but it took root in my stomach and turned rancid. I had indigestion, and I felt a foul and disgusting smell all over my body because of it for a long time.
Island, I feel that we can be friends because we have similar parts.
PS: I hope you will like the book I sent you.
wish
happy life
Your pen pal: Aru]
Wang Jiexiang finished reading the first piece of paper and couldn't stop.
She then opened the second, third, and fourth... In the end, she unfolded all the letter papers and read them.
The letter paper here was received by a person with the pseudonym "Dao", letters from his pen pals.
In the letter, they talked about their feelings, life, and childhood; they talked about their views on things, their definitions of love, family and friendship; they talked about their dreams, books they read, favorite movies, and a regretful event last month. …
How "Dao" replied to the letter, Wang Jiexiang has no way of knowing.
But judging from the abundant emotional expression in the letter, they must be communicating with each other frankly through letters.
Through the scattered information mentioned in the letter, she pieced together in her mind the appearance of a high school boy. His grades are excellent, life is boring, school and boarding school are on the same line, and he has an unhappy childhood.
That was Yin Xian never shared with her, his past.
Wang Jiexiang restored them to their original form according to the creases of the letter. She put the tin can in a conspicuous place, and packed up the dishes to eat tonight.
Beat the eggs.
Wash the cabbage and cut the cabbage.
Break garlic, chop garlic.
She does it all so skillfully. They have been together for almost a year, and she knows what kind of flavor Yin Xian likes to cook, how much spicy and how much salt to put in every dish.
Returning to her usual state, Wang Jiexiang calmed down a little.
Yin Xian came home from get off work.
As soon as he entered, Wang Jiexiang rushed over and gave him a big hug.
"Did you work well today?"
Yin Xian smiled at her, the tiredness on his face was cleverly covered by the smile.
"smoothly."
He washed his hands, got ready for dinner, and sat down at the table.
One rare day a week, the two of them can have dinner together.
Seeing that Yin Xian didn't notice, Wang Jiexiang took the initiative to tell him about the tin can.
"By the way, I bought white sugar today and wanted to put it in a jar. I only found a jar of soufflé sauce at home, which you put on the cabinet."
Yin Xian followed her gaze and glanced at the tin can.
"Well," he nodded, his expression unchanged: "Can it be used? It's been a long time, you have to wash it. If it can't be used, I'll find another one for you after dinner."
Wang Jiexiang stopped beating around the bush, and just said what she wanted to say.
"There's a letter in the jar."
"letter?"
Yin Xian thought for a while before remembering.
"When I was in high school, it was popular to make pen pals. It was a letter I wrote at that time. That's okay, just find a file bag and put it away."
She served two bowls of rice, and they started to move their chopsticks.
Wang Jiexiang said: "Actually, I read the letter..."
"oh."
He scooped a spoonful of cabbage into her bowl.
"What do you see that doing?"
Wang Jiexiang pursed her lips and asked another question.
"Brother Xian, is your pen name Dao?"
"right."
She looked at him: "Why did you choose this name?"
Yin Xian didn't stop chopsticks, his tone was casual, and the answer he gave was a bit thoughtless.
"Because I've always been alone."
after dinner.
Yin Xian went to wash the dishes.
Wang Jiexiang put the tin can back in place.
She couldn't help but open the bedside table to see if his cigarettes and lighter were still there.
Yin Xian sandwiched them among several newspapers, he probably thought she would not find out. And Wang Jiexiang has found out where they are hiding ever since he saw him smoking for the first time.
Half a pack of cigarettes is missing.
Was it yesterday, or the day before yesterday, which night she fell asleep, he got up again and sat alone at the door smoking a cigarette.
Wang Jiexiang really felt a certain lack that existed between her and Yin Xian.
They eat, live, and sleep together, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are the closest people in the world.
Their relationship is really good. Although they quarreled and quarreled with each other from time to time, those Wang Jiexiang left them behind. Since dating Yin Xian, this city has become meaningful to her, and the future has become worth looking forward to. Wang Jiexiang is incomparably happy.
It's just that there will be some moments when she suddenly feels that the distance between the two has been pulled away. When she chases after him, she sees him blocking her with a wall.
Is it an illusion? That sense of distance, that invisible wall. As long as it is treated as an illusion, then they are still close... Until today, Wang Jiexiang did exactly that...
Before going to bed today.
Yin Xian was lying with his back to Wang Jiexiang, she moved over and hugged him.
"Brother Xian."
In a thick coquettish tone, she said to him.
"Tell me about your past, okay? I want to know what your life was like before I met you."
Yin Xian dryly rejected her.
"There's nothing to talk about."
Wang Jiexiang was relentless, active and talkative as usual.
"Choose what you want to say, you can say anything, I'm willing to listen."
"It's too late for me to meet you. I didn't participate in your childhood, childhood, teenager, youth. What were you like at that time? Is your personality the same as now? Did anything special happen? ? Tell me about it."
She threw out so many questions, and he didn't answer any of them.
"The past is all in the past."
Wang Jiexiang swallowed and muttered softly.
"You can remember the past. How can you not tell me because I met you late?"
After being hit one after another, her interest remained undiminished, and she quickly came up with a new idea.
"Otherwise, tell me about what happened recently! What kind of customers did you meet today, and did you talk about a few business..."
Yin Xian interrupted her and patted her hand on his body.
"It's getting late, go to bed."
The dark room fell into silence.
Wang Jiexiang could see it even if he had no eyesight, so he didn't want to say it.
Withdrawing the hand she insisted on holding him, she lay back on her side.
With her eyes open, Wang Jiexiang looked at Yin Xian's back through the moonlight outside the window, and could only see a vague bulge.
This shape reminded her of Yin Xian's pen name: Dao.
He said he was always alone.
He is within reach of her and still an island independent of her.
Under normal circumstances, Wang Jiexiang would definitely stop thinking about things in her head at this moment, hammer her chest, and ask herself: Why do you want to think about things so negatively
However, today was different from usual.
Wang Jiexiang saw that Yin Xian had received the letter today.
After reading the first letter, she couldn't stop anymore, and Wang Jiexiang was very jealous.
She is jealous of his pen pal.
Yin Xian was able to communicate with them without reservation, talking about his mood and his childhood; he told them about troubles and about his close grandpa.
She was jealous of how he got along with his pen pal.
Between the lines of the jealousy letter, there is a relaxed and casual atmosphere. They are jealous of their never stingy expression of emotion, and they are not afraid of detailed storytelling, even if it is a "wrong thing" in the eyes of others, they believe that the other party can understand and empathize.
Wang Jiexiang was mad with jealousy.
She couldn't figure it out, the communication that could exist between strangers, why couldn't it exist between him and her
If you regard Yin Xian's mind as an island.
How much Wang Jiexiang wanted to go to his island and try his best to fill the missing part of their relationship. It's a pity that the closer she gets, the more she discovers it, and she can't do it with her own strength.
To fill, go to the island first, and then repair the gap.
And that island, Yin Xian's heart...has not been opened to her yet.
Even if she goes there with sincerity, even if she sees the gate to the island is close in front of her eyes, she does not have the authority to visit.