Journey of a Thousand Miles

Qian Li was the most shocked, he stood behind Wu Jiu, looked at Luo Zhijun on the ground, and then at Wu Jiu, he didn't know what to say.

"I'm an idiot—" Luo Zhijun got up immediately, and turned his head to find Wugui to settle the score. He was born as a gangster, so he couldn't swallow this bad breath. He didn't want the boss to rush over with a male clerk. One person persuaded them that fighting is not bad, but it is not good to fight in the store, and reminded them that the store has surveillance, if the police are called, it will be difficult for everyone.

Wu Jiu apologized to the boss, and said to Luo Zhijun, "Go out and talk."

When the three of them came outside the shop, Luo Zhijun was still furious, but he did not give in without guilt, "This punch is to pay you back for Qianli, but let me tell you, even a punch is considered light. If it is wrong, it is wrong." , the past will not change for a long time, whether it is a trivial matter is not up to you, but he has the final say, but you still owe him an apology. If you still want to fight, we will find a place to continue, don’t you like it? Do you want to fight? You also like to bully others, so you don’t feel ashamed? Come on, I want to see how good you are in one-on-one fights.”

Luo Zhijun stared at him blankly, Wu Jiu didn't look strong, and his expression didn't look fierce, on the contrary, he was full of modesty and gentlemanly temperament, but his punch was really accurate and hard, it didn't look like it came from a gentle scholar at all.He always thought that those who played e-sports were some nerds who were coaxed by the Internet to coax them to be cowardly, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thick nail today.

"Fuck." Luo Zhijun cursed bitterly, Wu Jiu said he meant a one-on-one fight, but they were two people after all, and Wu Jiu didn't look like a troublesome master, he even doubted the real purpose of Qianli coming out today—— Otherwise, why bring an irrelevant person?Ganqing is a thug... A good man doesn't take advantage of the immediate disadvantages, Luo Zhijun glared at the two of them, turned and left.

Seeing him disappear around the corner, Qianli heaved a sigh of relief, "I'll go, aren't you serious?"

"Ok?"

"One-on-one."

"I'm serious."

"...Fortunately, that girl ran away in fright."

"What?" Wu Jiu was amused, "Afraid that I might strike too hard?"

"Bah, it's not wrong to kill him," Qianli said, "Aren't I worried about you?"

"You don't believe me so much?"

"No, what's going on between our golden bowl and a broken porcelain? If something happens to you, what will you do in the playoffs? But...it turns out that you are so good at playing, and you have hidden deep enough."

"No, it's also the first time I hit someone."

"Fuck..."

"scared you?"

Qianli solemnly clenched his fist, "Thank you for not killing me for so many years."

"No way," Wu Jiu thought for a while, "I seem to have killed you many times."

"Fuck you, take advantage of me anytime."

"No, I've never just talked about the facts."

The two walked toward the subway station happily and noisyly, and the haze of not long ago seemed to be swept away.

Fortunately, it's not rush hour now. The two found their seats after getting on the subway. Qianli put on a mask and cap again. Amidst the slight shaking of the train, Qianli couldn't hold back the drowsiness and closed his eyes in a daze. People came and went, up and down, the two sat quietly, feeling the afternoon time passing away with the train.

"It's here." After an unknown amount of time, Wu Jiu pushed Qian Li who was leaning on his shoulder, Qian Li suddenly raised his head, followed Wu Jiu and got out of the car in a daze.

"No fault." After entering the gate of the community, Qianli suddenly called out when he was walking on the path full of fallen leaves.

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

"..." Wu Jiu looked at him, "You still tell me these things?"

It is true that Qianli seldom utters these two words, especially for Wujiu.

No fault understands.I have always understood.

At that time, although he didn't say anything, he didn't do anything, but his slightly trembling body, the disordered breathing he was trying to suppress, the fists he secretly clenched under the table, and the helpless person beside him All blame is clearly felt.

His anger is beyond comprehension.

Except innocent.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

Hearing Qian Li's words, Wu Jiu stopped and turned around, "Why?"

Because I am me.

Because you are you.

"I thought you would hate me." Qianli's voice lowered unconsciously.

Wu Jiu was a little surprised, "How could I hate you?"

Qianli looked at him.

"Wugui, do you know," Qianli asked after a while, "Both my parents were against their marriage back then, but my father insisted on staying with my mother, and he was even willing to come all the way from the north He came to the south and settled down with my mother in her hometown. He also told his family that if he couldn’t marry my mother, he would rather not marry for life.”

Wugui listened silently.This should be a beautiful love story, where lovers get married, and Qianli is their testimony and crystallization.

No?

"But," Qianli continued, "later my dad told me that on the day he signed the divorce agreement, he felt relieved."

Maybe his father didn't think too much when he told him these past events, maybe he was just too lonely sometimes, and only Qianli, a young boy who didn't know much, could listen to his small and long memories with a half-knowledge.

But he didn't know how much those distant stories touched Qianli.

Qianli still remembers the gentle tone in which his father told him about the little things. His expression was sometimes filled with warmth and warmth, and sometimes covered with a layer of melancholy.

They fell in love when they were in college, and they were each other's first love. The sweetness can be felt from the lines of his father after many years.

They would play games together, and every time she got good grades, she would act like a baby to him, "Praise me quickly." He would always cooperate obediently, "Wow, my Xuefeng is so good, wow, this operation, this position, It’s a pleasure to be your teammate.”

They would go shopping together. At that time, they were very poor. If my mother wanted a drink, my father would buy her a drink, and I would drink a few more cheeky sips.

When it was windy in winter, he would always walk in front of her, using his small body to shield her from the wind as best he could.

If there is a disagreement in front of anyone, he will immediately confess, "She has the final say in our family."

Sometimes, he is very childish, you have to eat her peeled eggs, you have to eat sweet potatoes you have bitten, and you have to drink her glass of water. Occasionally, she can't stand it anymore, so she says to him, "Aren't you only seven years old? ?” He replied seriously, “Nonsense, I’m obviously only three years old.”

They quarreled every day, he coaxed her when she acted like a baby, and she coaxed him when he acted like a baby. From college to work, they lived through all the poor days together. They thought it would be a matter of course for them to be happy, but what they waited for was the retreat of passion. .

I don’t remember when their laughter turned into silence, their fighting turned into indifference, he worked overtime more and more frequently, she talked less and less, and the relationship between them became more and more serious. Strange, he would say thank you for asking her to take a water glass, but she just handed it to him without saying a word, and then continued to do her own thing.

That picture looks ordinary, but it makes Qianli feel extremely depressed, as if a piece of sunny and moving colors instantly turned into a black and white silent film, full of haze and suffocating atmosphere, all the words of the characters in the silent film disappeared, leaving only those who looked like Pointless movements, repeated over and over again.

In the end, shattered.

Thousands of miles can't guess, what is more in the father's heart is reluctance and nostalgia, or regret and remorse?

Will he regret that he wasted his youth?

Will he regret that he chose the wrong path of his life?

Will he regret it, where it all started?

That night, that innocent kiss did not arouse his joy, but panic.

It's not that he doesn't understand anything, on the contrary, he has probably been thinking about some problems since he can remember.

Even the solemn and sacred vow of marriage, and even the father's determination not to marry for life, are vulnerable to the naked reality.

The end of love must be hate?

This in the end is why?

When you are in love, you can give everything for you, and when you are not in love, you can be ruthless to you. Is this love?

If you are destined to be alone in the end, why choose to torture each other in the first place?

He was terrified and at a loss.

Before meeting Wu Jiu, he made up his mind to live alone for the rest of his life.

After meeting innocent...

He still thinks that way.

If you don't own it, you won't lose it.A friend is the safest bond. No matter what the other person likes or is tired of, I can always have a legitimate identity in his world. Maybe I will watch him start a family, get married and have children, and watch him grow from a handsome boy Become a middle-aged uncle, watch him show affection or complain, watch his three-year pain and seven-year itch, or maybe, watch him and his beloved grow old happily together.

But no matter what, the relationship between the two of them will never change, and they will always be that pair of partners who have a perfect understanding.

Maybe, one day after a long time, they will still be able to brush up a dungeon together, have a late-night snack, look at those active young people, look back at the powerful situation they once had, and turn out the awesomeness of the year and blow it up again. Blow, and then look at each other with a tacit smile under the disapproving eyes of others-only they know that those are the extraordinary years that only belong to them.

This is the best wish in Qianli's heart.

He has taken countless risks on the battlefield, but he can't afford to lose to Wugui.

"No fault," Qianli said softly, "Maybe you can't imagine it, but...in this world, the last thing I want to lose is you."