post cold war era

Wang Yao is standing on the border between China and North Korea. This is the closest place to Xiaochao. There is only a thin layer of iron net between the two countries. " sign made this the most insurmountable distance.On the opposite side, there are some scattered North Korean-style houses, low and small, like toys.

Xiao Chao couldn't get through on the phone. He obviously blocked Wang Yao's number on purpose. Since the end of the last round of six-party meeting, the two have been in a deadlocked relationship.

Wang Yao sighed softly, and hung up the phone again that couldn't get through.

"Hey, that tourist, don't stand on the border!" A border guard soldier walked up to Wang Yao, "The North Korean soldiers on the opposite side may attack you."

"It wasn't like this before." Wang Yao remembered that he waved mischievously to the soldiers on the opposite side before, and the other party didn't have any disgust.

"It's like this now, please leave quickly, it's for your own good." The border guard soldier said simply.

Wang Yao was lonely away from the iron net, and he could still see the opposite side across a road. He walked along the road, his country was on the left, and Xiaochao's country was only a road away from him on the right.

Don't want to see me so much?Xiao Chao...

As night fell, Wang Yao was leaning on the railing beside the Yalu River, the river rolling eastward slapping the land on both banks.Only water is free, and it can infiltrate any country at will regardless of national boundaries.

The shore is brightly lit, and the Korean-style hotels are full of customers. There are not enough parking spaces on the narrow streets, and the traffic becomes congested.

There was darkness and silence on the other side, and he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The length of the Broken Bridge just reaches the middle of the river, and the half close to North Korea was blown up by Al in the war half a century ago, leaving only the half close to China, like a broken monument.People will never forget the pain of the war, but they are unwilling to let the pain be in front of them all the time, so the broken bridge is also hung with decorative lights, which is especially weird at night.

The bottle of Yalu River beer in Wang Yao's hand had already bottomed out. He pointed the empty bottle in the direction of the broken bridge, and looked at the strange light through the bottle.

"Girl, don't throw rubbish into the river!" A young voice shouted.

Wang Yao turned his head unhappily, and saw a boy who looked like a college student. The boy looked at Wang Yao seriously—and the wine bottle in his hand.

Wang Yao walked up to the boy with a light smile, and stuffed the wine bottle into the boy's hand: "Find a trash can and throw it away for me!" After speaking, he walked away.

The boy froze on the spot, and after a while he said to himself, "Is it a man?"

Wang Yao was wandering aimlessly by the river, when suddenly his cell phone rang, and the caller ID was Ivan.

"Hi, Ivan, what's the matter?" Wang Yao answered the phone.

"Xiaoyao, no one answered your phone call just now." Ivan explained, "Are you outside?"

"Well, I'm in Dan Dong now." Wang Yao whispered.

"Oh~" Clearly drawn out his voice, "Xiao Chao won't see you?"

"Ah."

"You can't force him, unless you use the same method as Al." Through these words, Wang Yao can imagine Ivan's unpredictable smile.

"..." Wang Yao was speechless.

"By the way," Ivan changed the subject, "What kind of detergent did you use last time? My sister likes the smell of my coat."

"It has nothing to do with detergent," Wang Yao said with a smile on his face, although the other party couldn't see it, "I used a kind of Chinese herbal incense, which is the herb that Chinese people use to make sachets."

"Oh, interesting things, you always have a lot of interesting gadgets." Ivan's voice was filled with a smile.

"If you like, I can give you some." Wang Yao raised his empty right hand to brush his long hair.

"Oh, thank you!" Ivan seemed a little happy, "I want to ask you something."

"what?"

"When you were at Al's house, you said that someone missed me in the past. Who is that person?" Ivan's voice couldn't tell whether it was curiosity or expectation.

"Can you guess it?" Wang Yao's smile was a bit bitter.

"Is it the person I thought?" Ivan asked tentatively.

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Thank you for telling me, Xiaoyao." Ivan's voice became lighter, "Then, good night!"

"Good night!" Wang Yao put down the phone.

Yes, I did miss the old you, although I don't really want that person back.

Ivan put down the phone, opened the curtains with a smile, and looked at the night view of Moscow.

Does that guy miss the old me?Ivan thought of the man's brilliant blond hair and face that never deserved a punch.