The Plow

Traveling across the ocean is boring.

When the sea and the sky have become a common color, Yue Dingtang no longer has the poetry of the sea to the boundless sky.

He began to read and write letters.

He brought several books, and nearly half of the two suitcases were books.

One of them is Romeo and Juliet.

Yue Dingtang picked it up and turned a few pages.

He had already read the original document two or three times, and this time he didn't intend to take it abroad.

He originally wanted to throw the book to someone who came to see him off, and told that person to study English hard, don't meet in a few years, even abcd is not easy to say.

But he couldn't wait for someone.

The book had to be put at the bottom of the box.

You can write letters to many people.

To the eldest brother, second brother, third sister, and even Uncle Zhou.

There are also several highly respected teachers in the middle school. Yue Dingtang plans to communicate with them frequently in the future, and ask the teachers to ask.

The third sister likes to eat, drink and have fun, and I am afraid that she has no interest in the same scenery and food along the way.

The eldest brother and the second brother have no time to watch these children's love. They are more willing to watch Yue Dingtang's all-round description and observation of European politics, economy and military after he went to France.

But Yue Dingtang has a lot to write about.

He grew up in China since he was a child, and suddenly left home thousands of miles across the ocean to a distant and strange country. It may take a few years, or it may be longer. All his relatives, friends and even his familiar mother tongue are gone. , is absolutely impossible.

No matter how old a boy is, he is just a boy.

The boring scenery is also the scenery, countless chaotic moods need a channel to pour out, even the experience after reading, if there is a like-minded partner by your side, discussing and arguing with him, even if it is a quarrel, is a lively pastime for loneliness.

The letter is written.

One after another.

Yue Dingtang had a lot to say, and he wrote them down on the letter paper.

But the letter was never sent.

Every time a letter is written, it is carefully sealed and thrown into the sea.

One letter after another, until he reached the other side of Europe, he stopped writing letters.

Many years have passed, and this past event is like a buried memory of youth, and the tomb has long been covered with greenery.

Suddenly, with the tide of thoughts, the grass and trees were burned to ashes, and the soil was dug layer by layer, and those things that had been buried in dust rushed back to my mind in an instant.

Yue Dingtang remembered.

The letters, each one, were all without a title.

He seems to write to himself, but also seems to write to others, after all, he wants to send it to someone who will never be able to send it.

Ling Shu.

He also remembered that a few years later, when he was about to go back to China, when he was packing his luggage, he found a handkerchief in his suitcase, plain and unwritten. At that time, he thought it was the one Du Yuning put on the snack basket before parting, It wasn't until this moment that it suddenly dawned on me.

Du Yuning's handkerchief has her boudoir's name on it, and the one he keeps with him is that after he and Ling Shu fell from the tree, his nose was broken and bleeding, and Ling Shu took it out to wipe the blood on him of.

He thought that after he went abroad, the ending of Ling Shu and Du Yuning would be to get married after graduating from middle school and continue their studies, or the two of them would go to university together.

Subconsciously, he didn't want to pay attention to these two people anymore, and he didn't want to hear any news about them. They were happy, sweet and happy.

Even after returning to China, he didn't deliberately inquire about Ling Shu's recent situation until he heard the name of Shanghai socialite Du Yuning.

The daughter of the Du family married into a noble family, and her husband is the son of a warlord. Even if the warlord loses power, he is already extremely wealthy.

Only there is no Lingshu's name.

What Yue Dingtang thought was a fairy tale, but someone left midway and turned into a joke in the end.

The Ling family fell into decline and changed overnight. The Du family regretted their marriage and married their daughter to him. Ling Yao hurriedly sent his younger brother to study abroad, hoping to use the remaining wealth of the Ling family to give him a good future.

These are plots that Yue Dingtang has never heard of during those eight years.

The dignified young master of the Ling family was reduced to the point where he had to rely on his brother-in-law, a junior officer, to get a job at the police station in the district.

In the past, the young man who strived to be the best in everything and made a show of flamboyance turned out to be a fisherman living his life drunkenly, hugging a dancer, teasing and teasing, not thinking about making progress.

They have been classmates for six years and have been separated for eight years. The time of parting is far longer than the time of being together.

Even when they were in school, they were not very close, mostly noisy and even fighting.

So much so that eight years later, when he saw each other again at the Fei Leng Cui Dance Hall, he felt as if he had passed away.

Going around, the two returned to the original point, but Ling Shu was no longer the familiar appearance in memory.

But Yue Dingtang couldn't tell what kind of familiar appearance it was.

At this moment, all the past is recalled, memory and reality overlap, and the two truly become one.

The white mountains, the black waters, the stars, the sun and the moon have witnessed Lingshu's blood shed here, and also witnessed all his pain and glory.

Let's get to know each other again.

Yue Dingtang thought so.

I miss your past, but I want to be involved in your future.

All in all, the water flows long.

The lights above the head flickered, then completely dimmed in a moment, and the interior of the carriage became completely dark.

Yue Dingtang lightened his shoulders, and Ling Shu seemed to be alert.

"Why didn't you sleep?" The other party rubbed his eyes and asked vaguely.

Yue Dingtang asked back: "Why did you have to turn on the light to fall asleep before?"

Ling Shu was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect him to ask this suddenly.

"I was seriously injured once, and there was no one around, and I couldn't answer every day, and the earth didn't work, especially in the middle of the night, I almost thought I was going to die there, that feeling of waiting to die in the dark, I will never forget it until now..."

His voice was very small, but it was extremely clear to Yue Dingtang.

"It's not that I can't sleep without a light, it's just that I feel a little uncomfortable. I can still sleep if I want to sleep. Now I'm very sleepy."

After Ling Shu finished speaking, he yawned and became confused again.

Yue Dingtang said: "Sleep, I'm here."

"Yeah." Ling Shu closed his eyes naturally, breathing gradually deeply.

Yue Dingtang finally felt a little sleepy.

The two sleep together.

The train stopped briefly at Jinzhou Station.

Lao Yuan couldn't sleep.

He is addicted to cigarettes and has an urgent need to urinate.

It's not uncommon for old ladies to smoke, but there is no toilet in the third-class carriage.

Taking advantage of the [-]-hour gap, he hurriedly got out of the car, found a secluded corner, solved his personal problems first, and then quickly smoked a cigarette, racing against time and puffing.

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"Mr. Song?"

On the train, first class compartment.

He Ping found that the other party was distracted.

The two were originally discussing business matters, but he had already opened the file and read halfway through.

Mr. Song on the opposite side suddenly became unresponsive.

This is a high-ranking official's son, and he should not be offended. He Ping felt dissatisfied, but he had to swallow his anger and ask with concern.

"Mr. Song, are you okay?"

He asked again.

Mr. Song came back to his senses, pointed outside: "You go and find this person."