Late at night, Ting Shuang was lying on the bed, talking to Bai Changyi on the other end of the phone.
"Did you find that you lost a handkerchief?" Ting Shuang held the forgotten handkerchief in his hand.
Bai Changyi said, "No."
Ting Shuang raised her handkerchief in front of the camera: "this has always been with me."
Bai Changyi smiled and said, "Well, I know."
"Oh?" Ting Shuang said, "you just said you didn't find it lost."
Bai Changyi said, "How can it be considered lost with you?"
It doesn't seem to count.
Ting Shuang looked at the ring on her hand.
Well, of course not.
He put the phone aside, rolled over on the bed several times with sweet nostalgia, then picked up the phone and said lightly to Bai Changyi, "Husband, I'm going to bed."
When Bai Changyi heard this title for the first time, the corners of his lips curled up: "What did you say?"
"I said, cough." Ting Shuang held back a smile and announced aloud like a press spokesman, "your husband, I'm going to bed."
The stress is placed in the first half of the sentence.
"Yeah." Bai Changyi smiled indulgently, pressing his lips to the radio, and whispered, "Good night."
"Good night." Ting Shuang was about to hang up the video, when she thought of something, she asked Bai Changyi, "Is it dark over there?"
Bai Changyi walked to the window: "The sun is setting."
Ting Shuang also got out of bed barefoot, walked to the window, and opened the curtains: "I am here in the early morning, and there are many stars in the sky."
He thought of the stars he and Bai Changyi had seen in the courtyard, in the mountains, and on the dark sea.
Bai Changyi said: "I also have many stars here."
Ting Shuang said, "you can't see it there, and it's not dark there yet."
"I can't see it." Bai Changyi looked at the bright sky, and the dazzling sunlight still blocked the other stars, "but I know they are in the sky."
Ting Shuang's heart suddenly became calm. He also couldn't see Bai Changyi most of the day, but he knew that Bai Changyi was there. He sat on the windowsill and told Bai Changyi about Zhu Wenjia. He recalled that, from their childhood trivia to when they played football together an hour ago, it was all whispering, quiet like leaves swaying in the breeze.
"You know, today I saw my brother wearing my old clothes, just like looking at myself before. I don't know how to say that feeling... " Ting Shuang turned her head and looked at the night sky outside the window for a while before she put the His eyes fell back to the phone screen.
Bai Changyi looked at Ting Shuang with a slight smile in his eyes. He understood what Ting Shuang was talking about.
"I'll think of when we were in conflict, or when I messed up something—I know I often do—" Ting Shuang paused, "you never blamed me, and you never got angry. Zhu Wenjia today. When I came to see me, I suddenly understood... what it's like to be in your position."
It turns out that that kind of calmness is not just self-cultivation, but really thinks that it is nothing.
It seems that there are no major events, including birth, old age, sickness and death.
It felt very complicated, and Ting Shuang couldn't explain it for a while.
It may be because of Bai Changyi's influence, or it may be that after traveling through mountains and rivers, when he looks back, his perspective has changed. He knew what an insecure child looked like. He knew what regret was about. He knows that many things are not easy and that there is no right or wrong. Maybe it's just because he already has enough love that he doesn't want to care about anything anymore.
Like stinging spirits, sour vinegar mixed with frost and snow, boiled into a jar of tenderness.