The Plow

The third-class carriages are no different than the first- and second-class carriages. This place is always noisy and chaotic. Even the faces of the drivers and passengers are covered with clouds all the year round. There will be a heavy fog and heavy rain, which is completely different from the comfort and enjoyment of the first-class carriages when they came.

The first-class carriages are not always quiet, there are always some people who claim to be extraordinary and break the rules. Yue Dingtang once met a nouveau riche who yelled loudly as soon as he took his seat. I ordered a lot of dishes, and I had to put them on the table if I couldn't finish them, just to show off that I was rich.

But such people are a minority after all, compared to the third-class compartment, at least you can read a book in peace there.

If you can't read, you can only sleep or be in a daze.

The train bumps and shakes, which is uncomfortable but easy to make people drowsy.

Ling Shu was injured, and he didn't sleep well yesterday, he became dizzy after sitting still for a while, his head was biting, and the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose almost slipped off.

Yue Dingtang stretched out his hand to help him push it up.

Lao Yuan and Lao Jin on the opposite side were talking in low voices, and the train tracks were clanging, making the noise very loud, and they lowered their voices so low that they couldn't hear what they were talking about.

Unable to fall asleep, he turned his head towards the outline of a distant mountain with no lights or fires outside.

Even though the time was tight, before going down the mountain, Yue Dingtang still took half an hour to worship the old man.

Because he knew that after today, at least for a long time, he might not have the chance to come here again.

At the beginning of this journey, he came here for the funeral of the old man, but in the end, there were many mistakes and twists and turns. He was not able to appear in front of the tomb of the old man until he was about to leave.

When Yue Dingtang was born, the Yue family and the Guan family had already cut off contact, all the news was just a few fragments of his mother's life, fragmented, he had no affection for the Guan family, and the Guan family must have the same for him.

But a bureau arranged by the old man before his death connected all of these together.

"My mother never regretted that she left home, but throughout her life, she couldn't come back, couldn't recognize her ancestors, she still had some regrets, so I came here to make up for her regrets. All grievances are over."

As he said at the time, he toasted the old man with three glasses of thin wine and kowtowed three more times.

Yue Dingtang's perception of the old man was very complicated.

If the old man was still alive, maybe he would sit down with the old fox now, gossip about family affairs, and compete in games.

He didn't like being treated as a pawn, but he couldn't help but admire the old man. He made a stroke of genius and brought in the Yue family, whom he hadn't met for many years, to be placed in this chess game and become a key piece.

If the old man was still alive, he would surely be able to do more for the Guan family, and perhaps bring the Guan family back to life.

It's a pity he died.

Once Mr. Guan left, according to what Mr. Yuan said, the only one in the Guan family who was sober was Mr. Guan.

He didn't like to talk to other brothers, and he was bored in the house doing carpentry all day, not because of his clumsy tongue, but because he was too lazy to see the absurd and chaotic scenes of the Guan family, and he was too lazy to deal with other people.

With the current situation, he couldn't let go of the Guan family, and he couldn't save the Guan family from suffering, so he could only pretend to be crazy.

A sober person always suffers more than others.

This time the treasure can be transported out of Guan's house smoothly, and Guan San's help is indispensable, but he is unwilling to leave Fengtian with Lao Yuan.

Guan San told Lao Yuan that this is the root of his life for the rest of his life. Without his roots, he can’t live long anywhere. The other brothers are unreliable, so it’s better to let him guard this house. The Guan family is still there.

Lao Yuan couldn't persuade him, so he had to let him go.

In Yue Dingtang's view, everyone has their own way, even if they know it is a single-plank bridge instead of the Yangguan Avenue, there will always be people who insist on going their own way, just like his mother back then, just like Guan San.

Some people regret halfway and will turn back or change their course, while some people would rather go all the way to the end, no matter right or wrong.

Like, the old him.

His shoulders suddenly sank.

Yue Dingtang turned his head sideways, and Ling Shu leaned directly on top of him.

He didn't push him away, but instead adjusted his sitting posture to make him lean more comfortably.

Ling Shu gently held his right wrist with his left hand.

This is an unconscious action.

Yue Dingtang noticed that the other party did this action several times, especially when sleeping.

Later he found out that this was due to the gunshot wound in his right hand back then, and whenever it rained, his wrist would always be sore and weak, so Ling Shu habitually squeezed his right hand like this, as if he was giving himself a massage.

As the night deepened, the train galloped all the way in the countryside, and the surrounding gradually quieted down.

No matter how noisy people are, they also need a moment of rest, so that the ears can be a little more peaceful.

With a long sound of the train, it travels through time and space, overlapping with the time eight years ago.

Yue Dingtang remembered.

It was the ship's whistle, reminding the passengers that the ship was about to leave, and all passengers who hadn't boarded the ship were asked to get on board quickly.

He's the fish that slipped through the boat.

He is waiting.

The surrounding area is bustling with people crying farewell to their loved ones, and some lovers who are about to part ways and refuse to say goodbye. With his family background, there are even more people who come to see him off. School teachers, there are many male and female students.

The young Yue Dingtang looked around, but he couldn't find the person he wanted to wait for among the people who came to see him off.

"Ding Tang, who are you looking for, Du Yuning?" said the old classmate who had a good friendship, "She said she would come to see you off, but she hasn't come yet, maybe Ling Shu didn't let her come, I Don't wait, get on the boat, don't miss the time, remember to write to us when you go to France, and don't forget your old classmates!"

Yue Dingtang responded vaguely, with a slight smile on his face, his eyes still searching.

The ship's whistle sounded again.

The housekeeper, Uncle Zhou, urged him to get on deck quickly.

Du Yuning finally appeared.

She trotted all the way to the front with her skirt in her hand. There was still thin sweat on her forehead, and the sea breeze blew away her temples, adding a bit of tenderness.

The classmates naturally made a way for her, and there was also a careful male student who helped stop the oncoming passers-by.

"I'm sorry, I'm late, Dingtang. I heard that you have been away for several years. I asked the servants to make some snacks. You can eat them on the way!"

She handed over the small basket in her hand.

It was covered with a handkerchief, and Du Yuning's boudoir name was embroidered on the corner.

Yue Dingtang thanked him for taking it, and wondered that he didn't have the surprise he imagined.

"Why did you come in such a hurry?"

Du Yuning was ambiguous: "Well, there is something delayed."

Yue Dingtang observed his words: "Did you quarrel with him?"

Du Yuning forced a smile and didn't answer, but his expression was enough to explain the answer.

"Master, it's time to set off!"

Uncle Zhou reminded him again and again, even a little anxious.

Time has not allowed him to say another word of gossip.

Yue Dingtang had no choice but to carry the suitcase and basket, turn around and walk up the gangway.

When he turned around again, he was already on the deck, separated from many old friends standing on the shore by a shallow bay.

The old man hadn't left, but Uncle Zhou was still at the port, conveying his warning with concerned eyes.

The old classmates are also waving to him, and Du Yuning is a bright color in the black and white photo.

But her voice and smile gradually became blurred after a few years.

Yue Dingtang had already forgotten what he was waiting for, but he could never forget that regret.

Maybe he was just selective and deliberately forgot.

The first time I saw Ling Shu was outside the classroom after class.

The teacher who teaches Chinese is talking to a boy who is unfamiliar.

Yue Dingtang's first feeling was that that person was really good-looking.

His background allowed him to meet many beautiful people, both men and women, and Yue Dingtang himself was not bad, but that person still made him feel good-looking, which meant that the beauty of the other party had surpassed the most beautiful people Yue Dingtang had ever seen. Some people.

Later, the boy was led to the table in front of him and became his classmate.

Only then did Yue Dingtang know that his surname is Ling Mingshu, a relatively rare surname, and a very special name.

Shanghai is not big, but it is not small. Of course, the family conditions that can go to middle school are not too bad. Of course, Ling Jiayue and Dingtang have heard of it. They are just a business and a government, and there is no field involved. What kind of intersection is limited to the acquaintance of the elders, and there is no communication between the younger generations.

Ling Shu was quite talkative. He could talk a lot about astronomy, geography, history, and even major events in the world, and he was not just talking nonsense. level up.

He himself doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't bother to listen to other people's long-winded words, but he is very willing to listen to Ling Shu's more words.

But the relationship between the two did not start with talking, but a fight.

Once Yue Dingtang passed by outside the school and saw Ling Shu beating his classmates, he frowned and went to stop him, who knew that Ling Shu's eyes were red, and he would not let him, even the persuasion, beat him with his fists, Yue Ding Tang was beaten bloody, and the two quickly wrestled. The teacher found out, scolded and pulled them away, and called them back to the office.

Yue Dingtang was an excellent student, and since he was a child, he had only been polite and superior. When he was punished by the teacher for fighting with his classmates, this problem was settled. Even if he later found out that Ling Shu was only helping his classmates to fight against injustice, it would be difficult to get rid of it. This resentment.

The character of holding grudges must be inborn.

After that, he often tripped Ling Shu up.

For example, in a debate competition, the two could be on the same team, but he insisted on going to the other team to compete with Ling Shu on the same stage. However, because a girl in Ling Shu's team was holding back, she was too nervous during the debate and blushed with anxiety. Lost.

That girl's name is Du Yuning.

At that time, coeducational schools were not a common practice. Their school was regarded as one of the pioneers in Shanghai, but it was only the same school with different classes, and men and women were divided into classes. Du Yuning was the brightest flower among those flowers.

There are benches under the school tree, and Yue Dingtang often reads there when the temperature is suitable and the sun is warm.

One time when he saw Xing Xing, an apple core fell from the tree, hit the back of his head, and landed on the book in his hand.

Yue Dingtang thought to himself that he didn't want to be Newton, and Newton wasn't crushed by an apple core.

Looking up, the person surnamed Ling was there.

His face darkened instantly.

"I didn't mean to, my hands are slippery."

Lazy, surnamed Ling, smiled at him and dozed off on the tree, like a sloth.

The tree was a bit high, Yue Dingtang thought about his tree climbing skills and the possibility of pulling people down and beating him up, and after a few seconds he was ready to get up and leave.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Ling Shu stopped him again: "What book are you reading?"

He is excellent in everything, except that his foreign language performance is mediocre, whether it is majoring in English or minoring in French.

How could Yue Dingtang let go of the opportunity to ridicule him? Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows coldly: "You don't understand?"

Ling Shu yawned: "It's too far away, I can't see clearly, so forget about it, kneel down."

Yue Dingtang: "If you don't understand the original English version of "Romeo and Juliet", you don't need to talk about it."

Ling Shu said loudly: "I thought you were serious and looked there for a long time, what were you looking at, I didn't expect that you were serious on the surface, but you were so affectionate in your heart. This story is not as sad and ups and downs as the Chinese folk tale of Liang Zhu."

Yue Dingtang thought blankly, I like to watch, so what does it matter to you?

But when it came to his lips, his words were even sharper and harsher: "You can memorize 26 English letters backwards, and then come to discuss the original text with me. Now you are not qualified."

Ling Shu: "That's true. People with low levels of thought always like to show off their superficial abilities, but they never talk about facts. You can't find a girl you like in reality, so you can only find sustenance in books." Is it? Tsk tsk, pitiful, so pitiful!"

Yue Dingtang's veins bulged, and he pointed at the ground in front of him.

"Come down for me."

Ling Shu frowned: "You beg me."

The teenage Yue Dingtang also had an impulsive side, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and went to climb a tree.

His anger greatly increased his tree-climbing skills, and he was about to reach Lingshu. He directly stretched out his hand to grab the person, wanting to drag him down the tree, but he never thought that his foot slipped and almost fell from it.

At the critical moment, the arch-rival who was quarreling with him so happily, actually reached out and gave him a hand!

result--

Although there was a buffer, the two eventually fell together.

The one surnamed Ling was crushed under him, and his arm was directly broken.

Afterwards, Ling Shu asked for leave for a few days, and when he returned to school, he was that lively young man who was still pointing out Jiang Shan and his words.

Yue Dingtang did not visit him.

But for some reason, there was an extra hurdle in his heart. Every time he was so angry that his hair stood on end, he couldn't say the harshest words anymore.

Ling Shu and Du Yuning got very close.

The school naturally does not allow students to fall in love.

But the line between being in love and being ambiguous is inherently blurred.

The two walked side by side in broad daylight, surrounded by a large group of classmates, which was beyond reproach.

The Ling family and the Du family are rightly matched, and it is said that the parents of both parties are also happy to see their success, and they are considering getting Du Yuning married after graduation.

Yue Dingtang also thought Du Yuning was beautiful.

But his eyes often fall more on the person next to Du Yuning.

At that time, Yue Dingtang felt that this was a kind of unsatisfactory wish.

To Du Yuning.

That summer, the sun was very sunny and the school was on holiday. Yue Dingtang borrowed a book from the library, intending to spend the afternoon at school and read it. After looking around, he couldn't find an empty bench.

The last bench was even occupied by the bully to sleep on.

Too extravagant.

The man rolled over.

It's Ling Shu.

Only he can do such a thing.

Yue Dingtang stopped, neither far nor near.

The clothes covering the opponent's body slipped to the ground.

Yue Dingtang moved his finger.

He is hesitating, tangled.

Do you want to go over and help the other person pick up the clothes and cover them.

One second, two seconds.

1 minutes, 2 minutes.

His legs were numb, and he even wished to pick a flower and divination on that petal like a little girl.

Then someone passed by.

It's Du Yuning.

She bent down to pick up the clothes, and gently covered Ling Shu.

Ling Shu smiled at her with half-closed eyes.

Made in heaven and earth, a pair of people.

Yue Dingtang suddenly felt that he was an idiot.

Without hesitation, he turned and left.

Many times, people always think that fate is an unintentional accident.

But after several years, they will realize that it is actually inevitable.