Weibei Jiangdong

Before Li Porridge's five-day holiday was over, Dong Sansan called.

The third child committed suicide, Dong Sansan said, with no ups and downs in his tone.

Li Porridge hurriedly asked for a few more days off. As soon as Hastily and Jiang tidied up their new home, they bought a ticket to find Dong Sansan, and didn't even have time to say hello to Peng Shu.On the train, Jiang Yi said, Dong Sansan has always envied the third child, why would such a little girl who is loved by everyone commit suicide?Li Porridge said that not everyone likes her, at least Dong Sansan doesn't like her.

No, Jiang Yi said, Dong Sansan didn't say it, but Dong Sansan loved her very much.

Jiang Yi suddenly felt a little tired. He was sensitive and had all the stinking problems of Wen Qing, but Li Congee was straightforward, and he believed what others said. He didn't like to speculate on another layer of meaning under the literal meaning of words. This is not a bad thing, but Jiang Yi is not such a person.

It only takes two hours to take the high-speed train from Beijing to Dong Sansan's hometown. Jiang Yi remembers that when they went to school together, they went to Dong Sansan's hometown to play during the holidays. A long green leather train.The car window can be partially opened, but the cabin is still so hot that it explodes. Dong Sansan is reading happily with a huge novel in his arms, and the broken hair that can’t be tied into the ponytail is sticking to his neck. The small electric fan used to install the batteries was propped on the table, blowing on her flushed face.Jiang watched Istanbul Nights on the MP4 over and over again, and he remembered every action of Gerrard by heart.Li Porridge seldom sat on the train for so long, and leaned on the seat impatiently. In the Sony CD player he carried with him was a piece of The Beatles' Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club, insisting on giving Jiang One earphone, Jiang Yi doesn't listen to music very much, and he doesn't like the Beatles very much. Although the Beatles were born in Liverpool, he still didn't refuse Li Congee, took the earphones and stuffed them into his ears.Before the start of this trip, the two of them watched Zhang Yang's "Yesterday" together under the strong recommendation of Dong Sansan, a pirated disc bought from a video store in a corner of Sanlitun.Nesting in the attic of Li Porridge's house, watching movies with the DVD player and projector that his father eliminated, the dust and waste are in the beams of light from the projector.Jiang Yi had no interest in this movie, but Li Congee fell in love with Jia Hongsheng and the Beatles because of it. He also took Jiang Yi to find a bunch of DVDs, CDs and tapes. Since then, the Walkman and CD player have never left him , even though he was the only one in their small group with a smartphone at the time.

I was really happy at that time, Jiang Yi looked at the fields flashing by outside the car window and thought, if only it could stay like that and nothing would change.

When seeing Dong Sansan, she was quite emaciated, and it was not good for Dong Sansan to call her that. Jiang Yi and Li Porridge called her Dong Jiaqi in a proper manner.In Jiang Yi's impression, the number of times he called Dong Sansan like this can be counted on the fingers, and it seems that nothing good happens every time.

Accompanying Dong Sansan to the funeral, the process was complicated and cumbersome, with so many rules that Jiang Yi couldn't remember them all. Many people cried until the sky was dark, but Dong Sansan didn't cry. He stood quietly by the side, like a painting.

After the end, Dong Sansan took the two of them to a nearby hotel and opened a room. Jiang Yi bought two tickets for tomorrow morning and left. Dong Sansan did not go home, so he drank with them that night.Li Porridge's alcohol capacity is extremely poor, he will get drunk after two glasses, but the wine is good, and he will fall asleep after getting drunk.Dong Sansan drank silently, Jiang Yi accompanied her, as much as she drank, Jiang Yi also drank.

Don't call me Dong Sansan anymore, Dong Jiaqi said, she looked up at Jiang Yi, her eyes were very red.

Jiang Yi said, good.

Dong Jiaqi's emotions finally burst, and she put her head on Jiang Yi's chest.Jiang Yi stretched out his arms to hug her, and glanced at Li Congee who was lying on the ground. The other party also opened his eyes slightly, with red eye sockets, looking at Dong Jiaqi.

Dong Jiaqi said, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for the third child, I'm sorry for porridge, and I'm sorry for you.

Jiang Yi said, you are not sorry to anyone, you are very kind.

Dong Jiaqi shook her head, I want to be obedient and get married early, the third child will not be like this, she is a little sun, everyone loves her, she has never experienced anything sad, I made her sad.

Dong Jiaqi didn't say why Dong Jialan committed suicide, and Jiang Yi didn't ask. She cried for a long time, and when she was tired, she looked at Jiang Yi and said, or you can marry me.

Li Conge turned over, with his back to the two of them, Jiang Yi didn't speak for a long time.

Dong Jiaqi wiped away her tears and said, I drank too much, my mind is messed up, nonsense, don't take it seriously.

On the way back to Beijing, Jiang Yi and Li Congee had nothing to say all the way. Li Congee took out his Ipod. As usual, he gave Jiang Yi an earphone and played a CD of Crosby, Stills & Nash to listen to.Jiang Yi still felt sad. Li Congee didn't listen to The Beatles much anymore, and he no longer used his silver Sony CD player.