No.70 days

Chen Yimang put down his phone and didn't reply to the netizens' messages.

New Year's Eve alone is miserable enough, he doesn't want to mention those things again.But the other party seemed to be addicted to listening to stories, and after a few minutes, he sent another message: Then, how are you doing now?

It's over.

Then do you still like him?

Chen Yimang asked viciously: Do you think it is possible?

The other party finally shut up tactfully.The screen of the phone went dark, and this time, the notification light in the upper right corner did not flash.The room was plunged into silence and darkness, Chen Yimang covered his stomach with one hand and rested on the edge of the bed with the other.

He is already 27 years old, which is quite old for a model.Although, it's not too old.He felt that he was one of the lucky ones. When he was extremely poor, he met Peng Fucai. When he first fell in love, he met Shi Rui. Later, when he fled, he met this job again.Compared with those people in the village who go out to work and then drag their disabled bodies back home to farm, he is already, already too lucky.

The little assistant jokingly said to him, you are too unmotivated.

He thought, contented and happy.

It's as if he's never worried about what he's going to do someday when he's too old to be a model anymore.Stay in Shanghai and find a job in a brokerage company?Or start saving money from now on, go to Zhuhai to open a store, sell whatever you want, trendy brands, accessories, beauty makeup... He likes the city where the sun shines.On the day he bought the house, he stood in the clean and empty model room, and a ridiculous idea popped into his head-if one day, he died suddenly in Zhuhai due to a certain disease, then, then, it was really only him who "died" unilaterally. ", no one knows him, no one knows what happened to him, so thinking about it, it's not bad.

For a while, Wang Ru was obsessed with a female writer, so he copied her golden sentences in the circle of friends when he had nothing to do.A female writer has a saying: In this world that we can see and hear, God will not put my hand in yours.These, I have already promised.

Chen Yimang selfishly added a sentence at the end: So it doesn't matter where I am in this life.

He fell asleep again in a trance, probably because he had slept for too long, Chen Yimang began to dream.He dreamed of the classroom in high school, he was late with a few classmates, and Shi Rui punished them to stand at the door of the classroom.

After leaving Chongqing, he always had this kind of dream. It was ordinary, as if it was just a random interception from his past memory... But this is not bad, he can often see Shi Rui in his dreams.Sometimes I can't see him in my dream, but I am happy to know that I am on the way to meet him.

Chen Yimang took out his phone, at 22:24, he only slept for less than 10 minutes.New Year's Eve is surprisingly long.

Ten minutes ago, a netizen sent another message: What are you doing?

Chen Yimang said: My stomach hurts.

He also said: Do you want to make love?We can communicate by video.

Maybe he was frightened by him, and the screen showed that the other party was "typing", but there was no new message for a long time.After waiting for a few minutes, Chen Yimang became impatient, so he simply turned on the flash, took a picture of his overlapping long legs, and sent it to him.

His legs were long and white, with a good shape. Because of his thinness, the kneecaps protruded significantly, giving him a fragile beauty.

Two minutes later, when Chen Yimang was about to turn off his phone, the other party sent a message:

Don't you have a stomachache?

Chen Yimang sneered secretly, and replied: I don't need to have an orgasm.

Does it hurt a lot?

Okay.

A call request popped up in the next second, and Chen Yimang connected, only to realize that the other party sent a voice call, not a video.

"Aren't you going to start the video?" Chen Yimang asked lazily.

"..."

"Ok?"

"Because it's not him, so you can be with anyone?"

"Why is your nonsense so—"

With a trembling hand, the phone hit the floor straight.

It's not bad, the call is still going on.

Chen Yimang's eyes widened, with a look of hell.He was sure that he heard it right, and he would not hear that voice wrong ten years later.

Shi Rui called him: "Chen Lei."

"..."

"Chen Lei, talk."

"..."

"I thought you didn't need me for a long time, and you can see your endorsement in the mall... Did you not graduate from high school? Are you still playing this kind of self-defeating trick?" Shi Rui's tone was a little harsh, but also a little disappointed , hitting Chen Yimang's heart like an awl.

And Chen Yimang didn't even dare to pick up the phone.

Once again, he was judged by him.Five years on, he thought he had become more brazen and calmer.

"Chen Lei," there was silence all around, his voice was so clear that he couldn't hear him wrongly, "The things in the past are all in the past."

"I know, I didn't want to harass you." Chen Yimang said with difficulty.

"It's all over, but I still have to make it clear. At that time, I didn't expect you to be... Later, I wanted to contact you, so I realized that you had gone to Shanghai."

"……Oh."

"Is there anything you want to say to me?"

"No, no more."

"I have."

"what?"

Shi Rui paused.

Chen Yimang clutched his stomach, feeling that not only his stomach, but also his internal organs were stirring together.Is this a dream?But there shouldn't be pain in the dream, right?

"Last chance," said Shi Rui, "do you have anything to say to me?"

"……I love you."

"Okay." Shi Rui smiled, the laughter was exactly the same as ten years ago, it was the feathers and paw prints of time.

Shi Rui said, "Then let's try."

"..."

"When are you going back to Chongqing?"

"Tomorrow—I'll buy the plane ticket now."

"Well," Shi Rui responded, "I'll be waiting for you."

(End of the article)