For the rest of his life

Wherever you go, I will be there, always see us at the end.

The fish in the bag was lying listlessly. If its dead brother knew its current situation, he would laugh at it for being a living fish.

Xu Chenmu, who had been in close contact with the fish, was in the co-pilot and looked up. Lu Qiong's expression was either happy or sad, and he was staring at the road ahead intently. Turning her neck and looking in the rearview mirror, the cars behind were following smoothly, and there was nothing to see, so she turned her gaze back to Lu Qiong. I don't know if I'm thinking too much about the warmth that I want to talk about. Although Lu Qiong's eyes are faint, but in many cases there are some beautiful emotions. She can't explain clearly, and she is always sneaking a glance When I glanced at it, I saw Lu Qiong smiling faintly, and it was fleeting.

The farmer's market is not very far from home, it passed two streets around, Xu Chenmu put his face on the car window and looked out. I didn't see too many people, but I found it very interesting. The old man who was wrapped in thick clothes and sat at the door playing chess with others, and the girl who was smoking a cigarette and waiting for the bus by the side of the road, her hair was dyed very badly. Golden, coughing continuously, squatting under the tree and crying while coughing and coughing, Xu Chenmu watched her gaze stretched far, she felt that if she still remembered everything, she would ask what was going on Yes, it's just that she feels that as a reporter, she will not discuss this kind of emotional topic, which is what a writer should express.

She remembered that she was a reporter, and she was a reporter who always used the word "major" in every topic she chose. She was a reporter who was traditionally rooted in the red way. People who insist on the traditional journalistic line, they have their own beliefs and pursuits in journalism, they have some popularity, they go to win the national journalism award and a certain journalism award, and the journalists who sing generously on the road to glory, Xu Chenmu is like this Yes, like the well-known Bai Yansong and Shui Junyi, they are all like this.

What spurred me to think of myself as this type of reporter?At the same time, like many concepts, there are also two kinds of reporters, the zodiac and the underworld. I don’t know where they came from. She doesn’t know, maybe she knows but she still forgets. But the flood was blocked a lot by the gate, and a small stream of water flowing down came out with the memory of the profession, and told her, look, this is the profession you are in.

Huang Dao's reporter, maybe Huang Dao?She can't remember clearly, her dizzy head is dizzy, and her head is heavy like falling into her stomach. She knows that those are people with extremely high incomes, who have several houses in the city center that everyone envies, and famous villas. Cars are not well-known, and are not hated by the Red Dao reporters.She thought that she must not be such a reporter, otherwise she wouldn't be so poor. Although she couldn't say how poor she was, but wasting her life for two yuan and fifty cents must not be what those reporters would do.

Thinking of this, she suddenly turned her head to look at Lu Qiong. Lu Qiong was still driving the car intently. The profile of her face showed a firm outline under the dim light. Shadows flowed across her face. The atmosphere in the car It became warm and humid, and there were a few streams of water running through her heart. She looked at Lu Qiong, her eyes seemed to have a scar on her body, which made Lu Qiong also feel that there was something wrong with her eyes.

"What's the matter?" The voice is also faint, like a low-key flower that refuses to reveal its fragrance.

flower?She used flowers to compare Lu Qiong, Xu Chenmu was taken aback, the current situation is to pull out his heart and expose it in his memory, here, see how many details of the past have been blurred by him with a swipe of his pen Ignoring the past, have you ever thought of comparing Lu Qiong to a flower?Is this a colorful piece from the past?

As if seeing Lu Qiong for the first time, she looked at Lu Qiong with interest for a long time, thought for a long time, and buried a lot of words in herself, all of them came up to her throat for a while, and after holding back for a while, she turned her head back in embarrassment Go: "No, I suddenly feel that you are like a flower."

"I don't know if I look like a flower," Lu Qiong turned on the music, "I think you look like a morning glory, that's what everyone called you since college."

The famous morning glory, Xu Chenmu, has strong vitality, but it is everywhere in the streets. This is the allusion of morning glory.It is used to ridicule Xu Chenmu, although she is handsome and good-looking, and has a lot of points for her eyes, but there are really girls like this all over the street. title.

There is still a little bit of thought, Xu Chenmu's voice went straight to the school's loudspeaker at a decibel level when it became excited, so the high voice was ridiculed as a trumpet flower, I don't know who yelled it first, so it was there Such a name made Xu Chenmu angry at the time, but he didn't know how to vent it. It happened that Lu Qiong was a student judge in the speech contest. It happened that the seat was in front of Xu Chenmu. Xu Chenmu probably saw it from a distance. Hurrying to the second row, Lu Qiong happened to be able to touch Lu Qiong's soft long hair. After a stammering speaker started to give a speech, she looked over and said, "They say I'm a morning glory. Do you know that? It's too much." gone."

"It's even more exaggerated to say you are morning glory. Fortunately, it is morning glory." Lu Qiong did not look back, tapped her head with a pen to signal her to sit back, and then raised her eyes to look at the contestant, because Lu Qiong was distracted with Xu Chen. The moment Mu spoke was seen by him, so he stammered even more: "Hope...hope...hope is a sprout—a flower that sprouts—"

flowers.Xu Chenmu always felt that something was meant, but it was hard to say anything. There were so many such metaphors, and he subconsciously avoided calling flowers, thinking that it was too disrespectful to him, but in the end he accepted the name happily. It is the origin of Xu Chenmu's morning glory. Lu Qiong remembers that Xu Chenmu was very close at that time, and the two of them were not that familiar yet, but compared to the normal relationship, Xu Chenmu has been in her inner world for a long time .

And that Xu Chenmu who didn't know it was so close behind her, blowing hot air on the back of her neck, fortunately, some hair was hanging down to cover his red ears, and he was absent-minded when watching the contestants, so he had to use a pen to tap her. Her head made her turn back, but she couldn't see her heart anymore, and the final scores were all so mediocre, not at all like her own style.

That breath directly blew into the heart lake, wrinkled and rippling, blowing little by little. At that time, Lu Qiong remembered that she felt extremely panic. She had such thoughts about a girl, as if a demon was lying in front of her.

The hand holding the pen trembled to reveal his uneasiness, his heartbeat accelerated as if jumping out of his throat, his eyes became moist, and then the heat flowed across his entire face.

"Ah, I look like a trumpet flower, why... ah, don't talk about it, I can probably guess... Is it because I have a high voice?" Xu Chenmu was thinking here, patting his thigh like a leg Feeling sore, leaning back and lying down, changing postures, using the flowers of the older generation, it is sitting or not, which is compared with Lu Qiong's sitting upright.

Nodding her head, it's useless for her to reply, Xu Chenmu's self-questioning is enough, she feels that if she opens her mouth, she will reveal the fact that she is also immersed in the memory, and when Xu Chenmu gradually regains the memory At the same time, I seemed to have lost my memory together with her, and I began to chew on the details of life, things as thin as a hair, which I usually completely forget.

Because of this, she actually remembered when her heart fell for Xu Chenmu, like the day when her breath secretly resonated with Xu Chenmu behind her, that day was a speech contest, there was a stuttering boy on the stage, and she was a student The judges, sitting in the first row, Xu Chenmu came over and told her about her being a morning glory, but his first reaction was not to pretend that she didn't exist, but to laugh at her, with a pleasant and teasing tone. Turning her face away, she didn't see Xu Chenmu's face. She picked up a pen, a black gel pen with a worn cap, and she tapped the guy on the head with that pen.

All the movements slowed down, but she unexpectedly recalled the dust-covered past, perhaps those things that had been painted over with heavy ink from the beginning, now began to show the original lines as time went by.

"I don't think my voice is too high. Morning glory or something, why isn't it called morning glory? Holding a cow looks richer. A cow is precious." Xu Chen murmured, but suddenly seemed to come from Morning Glory and Morning Glory thought of something here, and paused, "Oh, you see, my memory is still very good, here we are."

The car drove into the community, and Lu Qiong turned her head to look at Xu Chenmu with a smile like the afterglow of the sun. The narrow smile seemed to prolong the distance of the corridor of time. Xu Chenmu nine years ago She winked and raised her eyes to poke the table with a sly smile: "Sister, do you remember me? Sister, I'm here to find you."

Lu Qiong smiled, and the tattoo on her shoulder became hotter as if echoing it. At that time, she silently raised her eyes, remembered her in doubt for a few seconds, put the book in her hand upside down on the table, and nodded slightly Indicate yourself to remember.

"What are you laughing at?" She asked lightly, and she could tell clearly that Xu Chenmu is now a 27-year-old girl, not that little girl. The girl who stood in front of her and laughed flamboyantly has calmed down a lot. It was only then that she realized that Xu Chenmu, who had always been naive, had actually grown so much, but she subconsciously felt that the guy was unstable and would float and run. , bent his head to prepare to carry things back.

"Lu Qiong." Xu Chenmu rushed over, as if he opened the door to go home, and a dog jumped on him, just like that.

"...What's the matter with you?" Lu Qiong followed her up and patted her on the back, feeling that this guy was still so childish.