The secrets we missed in time

Chapter 15 Jiang Qiao's Relaxation
After leaving the hospital, a gust of autumn wind blew by, waking Bai Ang coldly.Countless memories flooded his heart—painful, warm, sad, happy, helpless... his heart was filled to the brim, and he was about to suffocate.He really wanted to vent it, but he forgot how to vent it because he had endured it for too long.He could only squat down, cover his chest with one hand, and breathe in the cold wind blowing in his face, so that the raging fire in his heart could be calmed down a little.

"Bai Ang, Bai Ang, what's wrong with you?" Seeing his uncomfortable look, Xu Yuan asked anxiously, "Tell me what's wrong, we just came out, do you want to go back and check?"

Hearing Xu Yuan's voice, Bai Ang felt a little comforted, he shook his head, and stood up with Xu Yuan's support.

"I'm fine." He pointed to his heart, "It's just that it's very uncomfortable here, as if it's filled with stones, it's blocked up to the throat, and I can't breathe."

Xu Yuan took a deep look at Bai Ang, and she found that this usually domineering and bohemian "Yan Luo Wang" was actually just a 16-year-old handsome boy. Although he often frowns deeply, he still has clear eyes and blue lips. The astringent fluff has not yet grown into embarrassing stubble.He had suffered more than he should have, so he closed the door of his heart to this disappointing world.Are these his fault?

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan said softly to Bai Ang: "Bai Ang, let's skip class today! I want to take you to a place."

"It's really rare, you ask to skip class, of course I will accompany you." Bai Ang looked at Xu Yuan, and wanted to reach out and brush her short shiny hair flying in the wind, but he was afraid of ruining the beautiful atmosphere at the moment, so he finally Did not reach out.

They took a car to the riverside, walked eastward along the riverbank, and came to the bottom of the "Old River Bridge".This railway bridge, which has been here for more than 100 years, was built by the Tsarist Russians in the 27th year of Guangxu, that is, in [-].It is the throat of the Middle East Railway, and people in this city affectionately call it "Old River Bridge".

Xu Yuan and Bai Ang stepped on the rounded stone steps, climbed up the rusty cast iron handrails, and walked up to this vicissitudes old bridge.

In the middle of the bridge are two opposite railway tracks surrounded by iron nets, and on both sides are sidewalks paved with thick planks for people and bicycles.The wooden planks are laid on the steel-framed bridge body, and there is a gap about two fingers wide between each piece, from which you can see the choppy river flowing under the bridge.Because it has been looted for a hundred years, some wooden planks are inevitably loose and damaged, and it is a bit thrilling to step on it.

Some people were frightened when they saw the hollow planks and rusty bridge railings, and decided not to walk on this dangerous bridge; walk among pedestrians.

"Are you afraid of heights?" Xu Yuan asked Bai Ang.

"Of course not." Bai Ang replied disdainfully.

But when his feet stepped on the unsteady plank, and he heard the roar of the river water under his feet, Bai Ang's legs were really weak.He held onto the railing of the bridge with one hand, and grabbed the corner of Xu Yuan's clothes with the other, and asked timidly, "You don't mean to walk over?"

"Well, yes! I know there is a good place over there. When I was a child, my dad often took me here to fish." Xu Yuan leaned on the railing, blowing the cool river breeze, and looked back at the city where she grew up.

The sky is cloudy, the river is foggy, clouds are piled up over the city, and the sun is setting in the distance. It feels very much like a Repin's oil painting, which makes people feel that it is both far away and within reach.The trees on the river bank are green and yellow, hiding sporadic wooden Russian buildings. They are the symbol and scar of the city; they are the legacy and shame left by the invaders.

"Look, Bai Ang, the high-rise by the river was my grandma's house before it was moved, and I grew up there since I was a child." Xu Yuan pointed to a 20-storey office building not far away and said to Bai Ang. What was buried was her entire childhood: a small western-style building, three or two courtyards, four or five cats and dogs, and a dozen family members.

Bai Ang caressed the mottled bridge railing, on which there were many inscriptions of different ages.There may be the last words of life and death left by the benevolent people who fought against the Russian invasion in the late Qing Dynasty, there may be the love vows left by Miss Qianjin who eloped with a down-and-out poet during the Republic of China, and there may be the firm belief left by like-minded revolutionary lovers during the Anti-Japanese War.In short, this bridge is like a historical book, where all kinds of destinies intersect for a short time, and like the railroad track extending far away, they leave without looking back.

Bai Ang looked at Xu Yuan's side face, the afterglow of the setting sun cast a layer of golden light on her, illuminating Bai Ang's eyes and his desolate heart.He suddenly wanted to leave something, for Xu Yuan, and for his future self.So, he took out a small knife that he carried with him, and carved a line of words on the bridge.

Seeing Bai Ang take out a knife from his pocket, Xu Yuan was startled: "Why do you still carry a knife with you! Your head teacher didn't confiscate it for you? Hey, what are you engraving? Show me."

"No." Bai Ang blocked Xu Yuan with his hands, "I can't show you now."

"Not now, but in the future! Then when can you watch it?" Xu Yuan was very curious, and wanted to know what he engraved.

"Can you promise me? You can't watch it now, you can't watch it tomorrow, and you can't watch it next month, until one day you feel that I am no longer the Bai Ang you know. At that time, you can come to the bridge to look for it. Between the ninth and tenth railings, here is a sentence for you." Bai Ang said seriously to Xu Yuan, his expression was so serious that Xu Yuan couldn't figure it out, so she nodded subconsciously.

Suddenly, a huge roar of a train came from far and near behind, and an old-fashioned green leather train roared past the rails in the middle of the bridge, setting off a strong gust of wind where it passed.People covered their ears one after another, stopped, and stared at the train.

Xu Yuan folded her hands together, made a gesture of amplifying the sound around her mouth, and yelled at Bai Ang against the huge rumbling of the train: "Bai Ang! Shout out! Shout out! Ah——"

Bai Ang was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what Xu Yuan meant, that he wanted him to vent all the gloom in his heart with his shouts.He took a deep breath and used all his strength to vent out all the accumulated emotions in his chest.

"Ah-ah-"

"what--"

Their cries were submerged in the whistling sound of the green leather train, and they were carried far away by the high-speed rotating wheels, just like the dust of the past, being sucked into the vortex of time by the surging river under their feet, they will eventually disappear In the long river of history, it has become a joke that is a drop in the ocean.

　I really like this chapter, roar like Ma Jingtao, Bai Ang!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)