string sound dream lovesickness

Meng Yuannian wandered around for a few days and finally found a job as a handyman in a restaurant kitchen. It only cost five yuan a day, but he could take away the leftovers after get off work.The owner of the restaurant helped them rent a loft single room, a bed, a quilt lent to them by the landlord, a table, and a small window.Nothing but these.

Mo Qingxian's height has been stuck at around 1.6 meters, but he looks thin and petite. No recruiter is willing to take him yet.And Meng Yuannian also felt that Mo Qingxian couldn't do those things. He was pampered and coquettish in his bones, and his body was full of the fragrance of books and ink, so he was really not suitable for those rough jobs.

The days just passed by like this, and April has arrived in a blink of an eye.Mo Qingxian flicked lightly on the calendar poster on the wall. It has been four months since he left home.I always feel that Beijing is right in front of me, but I can't get past it no matter what.Knowing that home is just ahead, the way home is so difficult.

After staying for a month, they finally figured out that the place where they are now is actually called Bazhou, not Baoding.But it doesn't matter where it is, the important thing is that this place allows them to settle down in peace for the time being, and plan how to get home safely.

Meng Yuannian started to go to work in the store at five o'clock every day, and sometimes he didn't get home until early in the morning at night. He was so busy and exhausted that he didn't have extra energy to think about too many distant things.He only wanted to save money, and then send Mo Qingxian back to Beijing, he went back to Shanghai.

Whenever he was too tired to hold on, thinking that there was still someone waiting for him in some distant city, and thinking that Mo Qingxian still needed him, he gritted his teeth and persisted.I couldn't bear it any longer, so I hid in a corner and cried quietly a few times. After crying, I straightened my back and continued to work.He kept repeating what his father said in his heart: Heaven is about to send a great mission to people, and they must first suffer their minds and minds, exhaust their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and disturb their actions, so they move their hearts and patience. Gain more than you can.

He knew that this was just a kind of self-deception, but self-deception was fine as long as it could survive.

Mo Qingxian is in charge of arranging books in a library. Every day, he only needs to put the books that have been messed up in their original places, and then clean up the library. There is nothing extra to do.Although there are only two yuan a day, it is a kind of comfort to be able to read books in the spare time.

The library closed at six o'clock in the afternoon, and he would hold the discarded papers he picked up from the library and a pencil in his right hand, and walk slowly to Meng Yuannian's place of work.Sitting under the banyan tree on the street opposite the back door of the restaurant, I watched Meng Yuannian squatting on the ground washing dishes, choosing vegetables, and pouring water.Sometimes when the mood comes and inspiration strikes, I will draw a sketch of Meng Yuannian. If I am really lazy, I will lean against the tree and take a nap for a while, until Meng Yuannian gets off work and the two go home together.

Meng Yuannian said many times to let Mo Qingxian go home first without waiting for him. Whenever Mo Qingxian promised, he would still appear on the opposite side the next day rain or shine. He knew that Mo Qingxian had never felt safe in his heart. , Afraid of being alone, so I let him go.

Sometimes when the weather is good, the night sky will be covered with twinkling stars, illuminating the whole world bright and bright.Mo Qingxian would hold Meng Yuannian's hand and walk slowly down the street.Looking at the occasional dusty trucks on the empty narrow road, listening to Meng Yuannian's hoarse and slightly deep voice resounding like a zither, I feel that the years are good, so many exiles are nothing .

Mo Qingxian often thinks that it would be great if time could always stand still at the most beautiful time of the years.It would be great if fate could take care of them a little more.

However, what will happen in the future can never be predicted.