Zi Feiyu

Ye Qiao's room was like a zoo.The little milk cat hugged its invisible pouch curled up in the paper box and fell asleep, and the kitten sprawled outside the paper box.Gu Chen and Lao Xie hadn't come back yet, Ye Qiao was sitting alone on the window sill, and under the window, wandering around was a distraught woman in white.

The woman in white raised her head and asked softly, "When will Mr. Gu come back?"

Ye Qiao shook her head, this was the fifth time the woman in white asked.Ye Qiao called Gu Chen and said that he would be home soon, but it seemed that he deliberately delayed his return.

The woman in white saw that it was almost dawn and there was no time, so she said anxiously: "I have to go. Please tell Mr. Gu for me, just say that I should go."

Ye Qiao looked at the woman in white: "Where are you going?"

The woman in white shook her head: "I don't know, and I can't remember. But it's time to go. Mr. Gu said that if he wants to leave, come over and tell him. I'm leaving, please."

After finishing speaking, the girl in white really left, disappeared in the dark shadow of dawn, turned into a white paper figure, and landed on Ye Qiao's window sill.

The sprawling kitten suddenly opened its eyes, turned its head to look at Ye Qiao, turned over again, and quietly crawled to Gu Chen's room.It's hungry, it still remembers Guchen's canned fish, and it's been a long time since it ate, and that old wooden cabinet, why can't it be scratched open, must be full of canned fish.

But an old wooden cabinet is an old wooden cabinet, stubborn and stubborn, no matter how much you scratch it, you won't be able to open it.

Angrily, the kitten disappeared, and in an instant, lay down on the window sill again.

Ye Qiao didn't want to touch the paper man at first, but thought it wouldn't be good to be pressed down by the kitten's big butt, so she picked up the kitten into her arms.The paper man was spiritual and followed into Ye Qiao's arms.Ye Qiao held the paper figurine with her fingers, looking gloomy.The kitten turned around lazily, stretched out its little paw and patted Ye Qiao's hand, "What's the story on this piece of paper?"

Ye Qiao looked at the kitten and said in a low voice, "He and her... the story he gave her."

Xiaomeng often suffers from insomnia recently, counting sheep until dawn, and counting stars until dawn.Sluggish, with dark circles under the eyes.His colleagues told him: "Let's talk about another relationship. With a new relationship, you won't have insomnia again."

But my colleagues don't know that Xiaomeng's insomnia is not because of her lover's leaving, she is sad, but because her lover is by her side every night.

Xiaomeng and Xiaomeng belong to the high-salary class, so they have been dating for seven years and have never considered the issue of money.Both of them love to travel. They take longer vacations to go abroad, and shorter vacations to stay at home.They had envisioned buying an RV and driving it wherever they went.Or, taking tourism as work, not going to work, too tired, working hard every day, very tired, although the salary is good.But the imagination lives in the imagination after all.

Xiaomeng still remembers that day when he drove Xiaomeng home.Xiaomeng worked overtime that night, and it was midnight again, so tired that she was dying.Xiao Meng glanced at Xiao Meng who was curled up in the co-pilot: "Honey, do you know what day it is today?"

Xiaomeng's head was turned away from Xiaomeng, the corners of her mouth were suffocated, and she didn't answer.Of course she knew what day it was.Seventh anniversary.In the past, she was the one who mentioned it, but this year, she deliberately didn't mention it, hoping that the other party would surprise her.Unexpectedly, there was a problem with the company's case, and everyone worked overtime, thinking about countermeasures overnight.She was tired, unhappy, and full of complaints.Resigned and put forward the idea again.She looked at the phone, and what was even more displeased was that Xiao Meng didn't call him today, and he didn't say anything when he went out in the morning. The hour hand was almost at two, and Xiao Meng came to pick her up.It's not today anymore, the anniversary is gone.

Xiao Meng didn't notice it, and continued: "Honey, happy seventh anniversary!"

Xiaomeng scolds, but lacks energy.She half-closed her eyes and looked out the car window.The lights were black and the fire was dark, and it was silent and lifeless.She asked, "Where is this going?"

Xiao Meng smiled: "Back to school. Isn't there a 24-hour hot pot restaurant nearby. I remember you loved it. Mandarin duck pot, hairy belly, fat beef. How about it?"

Xiaomeng gritted her teeth and let out a breath: "You... sent me?"

Xiao Meng stretched out his hand to touch Xiao Meng's head, and comforted him: "Honey, don't be angry. I was wrong, I will accompany you to eat the bottom of the mandarin duck pot."

Xiao Mengmeng laughed, this reason for apologizing... Forget it, if you gain weight, you will gain weight, anyway, I didn't eat much today.

Seeing that Xiaomeng's mood has gone down a bit, Xiaomeng concentrates on driving.At night, there were no cars on the road, and yellow lights were flashing at many intersections.Xiaomeng was frightened by Xiaomeng's speed, and reminded: "It's too fast, drive slowly, slow down."

Xiao Meng said: "It's okay, it's so late, there is no one. I don't want my dear to be hungry, just treat it as London time, we are all a few hours behind, the anniversary is still there, right..."

……wrong.

At an intersection, a faster car emerges.Xiao Meng's car went straight, and that car also went straight.hit.Hit from Xiaomeng's car window.Broken glass pierced Xiaomeng all over, bloody and painful.The car was also knocked out, turned over and fell to the ground.

There was also blood on Xiaomeng's body, and he called for help and Xiaomeng.Xiaomeng was in the car, but there was no sound.Xiao Meng's car door was knocked open, and half of his body was outside the car. He pressed the seat belt button for a long time, the seat belt was undone, and he fell out.

"Xiaomeng, Xiaomeng, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here, it's okay." With blood dripping from his mouth, Xiaomeng was looking for his lover.

And Xiaomeng's eyes were a little dazzled, blood smeared his eyes, the yellow light flickered, and the halo was shaking, the color was very dark, the night was still silent, after the wind and lightning passed, it was still lifeless.She was so tired, as if she heard Xiaomeng's voice, she wanted to speak, but she was so tired.

No... help me, Xiaomeng save me...

No more sound.

Xiao Meng was lying on the bed counting the stars, staring at the ceiling, counting to three thousand, are you here?

Xiao Meng lifted the quilt and lay down next to Xiao Meng, she asked, "Do you know what day it is today?"

Xiaomeng counted to three thousand and five, turned to look at Xiaomeng: "Honey, happy seventh anniversary!"

Xiao Meng sighed: "It's so fast, I didn't expect it to be seven years in a blink of an eye."

In fact, it was seven and a half years, and Xiaomeng died after that car accident.For the past six months, Xiaomeng would come to Xiaomeng after midnight every night.She always lives on that night half a year ago.After working overtime that night, there were no commemorative activities, no hot pot.Xiao Meng told her that we passed London time and the anniversary had not yet passed.So the two went home and cooked a bucket of instant noodles casually, said happy anniversary, and then took a shower and went to bed.

It doesn't matter if you forget it, if you forget it, there will be no worries.Xiao Meng stared at the ceiling and continued to count the stars.Three thousand and five, three thousand and six, three thousand and seven...

But it's not good to go on like this.He misses Xiaomeng, and Xiaomeng is by his side, but if this continues, Xiaomeng can't be reincarnated, can't be a human again...he can't be so selfish.

Three thousand and twenty-two.Xiaomeng wants to tell Xiaomeng the truth.you are dead.Been dead for half a year.

But this is not a human language, how to say it.As for Xiaomeng's nonsense, she is always so tired and hurts that she really wants to resign. ... He felt sorry for her.

On this day, Xiaomeng went to the vegetable market after get off work.In the vegetable market, I bought hot pot base, hairy tripe, fat beef, chicken, sausage, fish balls, beef balls, fried dough sticks, shiitake mushrooms, king oyster mushrooms, dried tofu, cabbage...After returning home, I cooked, washed vegetables, and cooked soup. After finishing all the preparations, I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I dawdled and washed for a long time, from head to toe.After washing, he took out the last piece of clothes Xiaomeng bought for him from the closet and put them on, sat in the living room, and waited for Xiaomeng to appear.

At midnight, Xiaomeng came out of the bedroom: "Honey, why are you still awake?"

Xiao Meng wears a sweater in summer, so hot that his face is sweating.The boiling hot pot soup, wrapped in Xiaomeng's favorite dishes, was making noise and rolling.Xiao Meng raised her hand to wipe the sweat off Xiao Meng's forehead, and asked, "Honey, is it hot?"

Xiao Meng shook his head: "No, it's not hot, it's cool."

Xiaomeng's hands are so cold, there is no temperature.She doesn't remember anything, like she has amnesia.She still lives in winter.Xiaomeng opened a chair, held Xiaomeng's hand, and told her to sit down.

Xiaomeng stood opposite Xiaomeng, with chopsticks in one hand and a bowl in the other, while holding the cooked meat in the hot pot, he said, "Honey, happy seventh anniversary!"

Xiaomeng looked at Xiaomeng and chuckled: "London time?"

Xiao Meng smiled, and brought the bowl full of vegetables to Xiao Meng.

"Yes, London time."

Xiaomeng raised her hand and patted her right shoulder: "I'm so tired, I've done a lot of things today. Something went wrong with the case, hey, I won't talk about it, I won't talk about it.... so tired."

Xiaomeng stood behind Xiaomeng, raised her hand and rubbed Xiaomeng's shoulder, "Honey, eat quickly, you like it."

"I want to eat, but I will get fat."

"Happy Seventh Anniversary Honey!"

"I like this beef ball best, it's so delicious."

"Honey, let's change the idea into a plan. I saw a car on the Internet. It's not too big or too small. It's enough for two people."

"Fat beef is delicious. I haven't eaten it for a long time. This is the taste."

"Honey, let's resign!"

"what?"

"We resigned. We drove the RV and went wherever we wanted. I don't want you to be tired. I want you to be happy."

"Little Meng..."

After eating this hot pot meal, Xiaomeng no longer complained about being tired, hurt, or resigning.she disappeared.Xiaomeng prepared a gift for Xiaomeng on the seventh anniversary.Paper car, paper people.The paper caravan is customized according to which caravan you see online, and the paper figurine looks like him.Xiao Meng went to the scene of the car accident with a gift.

In the lifeless scene, Xiao Meng squatted at the crossroads, weeping, burning paper caravans and paper figurines.

The kitten licked its paws and washed its face, "Little Meng has fulfilled her wish and left. The paper man must have been made by Gu Chen."

Ye Qiao looked at the paper figurine in his hand: "Yes."

Gu Chen did not appear in this record, Ye Qiao guessed, on the night of the car accident, Xiao Meng saw Gu Chen, she had a wish unfulfilled, she didn't want to leave, but she couldn't remember, so Gu Chen used a paper man to help Little Dream.You can go whenever you want, you can go if you want, and you can go if you don't.Finally, Xiaomeng left, not tired, not in pain, and free.Xiao Meng said that she didn't know where she was going, but before she left, she told Gu Chen that she should go.

... It's time for her to go. There is an RV and Xiaomeng in front of her.time to go.