conspirator's love

It was finally quiet outside.

Mo Jiaxin leaned against the door with her back, the warmth of dialect still lingering on her arms.

When he left her four years ago, Mo Jiaxin remembered that he went to wait for her outside Fangyan's community and accompanied her to take the No. 8 bus back to school.

Dialect was in the front row looking out of the window in a daze, Mo Jiaxin was in the back row watching her in a daze, seeing the newly grown hair on the back of her head curled down on her neck, looking at the pale yellow fluff and chubby cheeks on the side of her face earlobe.

Arriving at the station, Fang Yan ran out of the car in a hurry after the station announcement had been played twice. The door was suddenly closed and the car started.

Under the mottled maple tree, her black and white eyeballs naturally revealed a trace of curiosity. Seeing someone looking at her, she raised the corners of her mouth and waved to the sad girl.

For dialect, it was just an accident in life, a kind of kindness to strangers; for Mo Jiaxin, it was a real parting, only knowing the way to go but not returning.

The boy in the last row was standing on the grandma's lap. Seeing the dialect outside the window, he jumped up and waved his arms and shouted: "Goodbye! Love you!" The childish lines made everyone laugh.

Mo Jiaxin just looked at the dialect that was fading away, silently drawing her outline in her heart, and kept repeating: goodbye, love you.

The parting that time belonged to Mo Jiaxin alone, and the dialect was just an accidental participant, but today's parting seemed to have left the imprint of the dialect in Mo Jiaxin's flesh and blood, which made Mo Jiaxin unbearably painful.She also wants to hold dialect's hand and stand in front of her parents, telling them that only I can make her happy, because there is no one in this world who loves her like me.

But Mo Jiaxin couldn't, she had to heal her eyes and take good care of Wang Zhe, she had to do these things before she could have the right to love her.

It was as if she was going to take an exam, but every time she walked to the door, she realized that she forgot to bring the admission ticket, and she was not even qualified to take the exam. For a long time, he will never be qualified to love her.

She was determined to explain the history of often getting zero marks, but she found that even if she could get full marks in this course, it was still impossible to enter the examination room.

The phone beeped twice, and there was a WeChat message in dialect: I took all the clothes and backpack on your balcony, and I will return them to you another day.Sorry, I apologize for my mother.Jiaxin, I'm going to stay in xx county for a year, I won't wait for you, but don't give up so quickly, okay?Please don’t carry everything on your own. Don’t carry all the mistakes your parents made. I’m not sure about the future.

Mo Jiaxin punched her heart with her fists, she felt that it was going to be broken, and her heart was full of sourness and sweetness.

She thought that her undisguised statement of the past today would scare and even disgust the dialect. The woman with thin arms and legs always had a tension beyond her imagination.

The truth is ugly, she didn't really murder her father, but she thought about it and wanted to kill him with Zhao Liqiang's hand, that's why when he really died, Mo Jiaxin felt that she couldn't get rid of it The guilt, the strong sense of guilt made her breathless.

She has already equated herself with the murderer, maybe she has never thought that she is not worthy of happiness, but she still longs for the girl who can wave goodbye to strangers, longing for everything about her.

Mo Jiaxin cheered up, took out the suitcase from the cabinet, rolled the clothes into a roll and put them in the suitcase.She has to go.

Mo Jiaxin wondered if she would still have the courage to leave if she met Dialect again.

She has decided to contribute herself to the offering table. The guilt of the past and the guilt of the present are intertwined and are about to strangle her throat. Two lives are enough, let the mutual devouring of the previous generation stop here. If necessary, she will stay in the United States to take care of Wang Zhe for the rest of her life.

When Mo Jiaxin went to the bathroom to get the usual skin care products, she saw her face in the mirror. The wound left by Zhao Liqiang on her face had been stitched out a few days ago. She lifted the waterproof gauze and threw it into the trash can. The pink scar neatly left a curved mark on the side of her face.

Her face is like a doll that has been repaired after stitching, and the fine stitches are still clearly visible.But her heart, how long will it take to mend it, maybe only one dialect is needed.

Two days later, Fang Yan never dreamed that Mo Jiaxin would leave without saying goodbye. When her plane flew across the sky, Fang Yan was signing an education support agreement in the office. Social Responsibility) Department of public welfare activities, so there are some precautions, the company still needs to explain in advance.

After signing the agreement in dialect, they will also participate in a two-day short-term training.

The training on the last day ended early, and Fang Yan thought that he could take advantage of this time to visit Mo Jiaxin, without being bombarded by a series of phone calls caused by his mother's suspicions.

She made up her wishful thinking and bought another bag of dragon fruit, which she was going to give to that pesky Wang Zhe. She thought that the date of their departure was approaching, so he should be discharged from the hospital.

In order to save time, Fang Yan took a taxi and went straight to Mo Jiaxin's downstairs when he was leaving the house, but unexpectedly, he was in vain and turned off the phone all the time.The feeling of loss lingered in Dialect's heart, and she had a premonition: that coward Mo Jiaxin had escaped.Just when she thought she had grasped the core of the problem and could immediately let this coward take a little responsibility for herself, she ran away.

Fucking his mother's embarrassment, Fang Yan resolutely called Tian Qi, "Tian Qi, do you know where Mo Jiaxin is?" Fang Yan asked straight to the point.

"Dialect, her plane the day before yesterday has already arrived in the United States. She won't let me tell you." Tian Qi thought for a while and asked, "Where are you now?"

"She went with Wang Zhe?"

"Yes, they started preparations more than 20 days in advance. After a lot of effort, my brother followed him all the way to the United States. My dad was almost pissed off." Tian Qi said to herself.

"Do you all know they left the day before yesterday?" Fang Yan asked.

"Well," Tian Qi was silent for a while, "Dialect, Jiaxin just can't say goodbye to you."

"Thank you, I..." Fang Yan choked up, and a big tear rolled down his eyes, "I can't say goodbye to her either."

"Where are you?" Tian Qi's voice became flustered, "I'll accompany you."

"Tian Qi, don't come, I'm fine." Fang Yan paused, "Last time you asked me if I could be with you, I actually wanted to answer you all the time. I'm sorry it took so long."

"Dialect," Tian Qi called her softly.

"I'm still sorry, I have someone I like. Although she is a fool, a coward, and a fool who will take responsibility and faults on herself, I will wait for her here until I no longer love her." Dialect Tears flowed down one by one, "Although I'm stupid, I can't keep the one I love, but I'm not a coward." Fang Yan closed his eyes, hot tears flowed down his cheeks and fell to his chest.

"Dialect," Tian Qi said sourly in her heart, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that she wanted to scratch her hand, "Actually, Mo Jiaxin left the key of her house with me, and she told me that if Give her the dialect if she needs it."

"Give it to me in a year," Fang Yan wiped his eyes, "I'm going to do what I wanted to do a long time ago, but I never had the courage to do it."

"What do you mean?" Tian Qi asked.

"Tian Qi, have you ever heard the story of 'The Wizard of Oz', in which Doris was taken to the Magic Kingdom by a tornado, where she met a Scarecrow without a brain, a Tin Woodman without a heart and a Lion without a gut. Everyone There are things I don’t have but I really want.” Dialect said in a nasal voice: “But at the end of the story, everyone realizes that they already have what they want. Doris has been looking for her back home. method, but it turns out that she who is wearing magic shoes can go home just by touching her heels."

Tian Qi listened to her quietly.

"People are like this. If you don't finish this road, no one will find out. I am also Mo Jiaxin." Fang Yan took out a piece of paper and wiped the corners of his eyes, "Thank you for listening to my rambling, and please help me Hire an hourly worker to help her clean the room a week. I will call you the money."

Tian Qi was silent for a while and suddenly asked: "Dialect, am I the Tin Woodman?"

"I don't know, I can't tell if I'm brainless or unhappy." Fang Yan covered his nose with a tissue, took the phone away, turned his head and blew his nose.

Tian Qi could still hear it clearly and couldn't help but laugh.

At this moment, the phone interrupted, and Fang Yan's mother made a series of deadly calls on time. Fang Yan picked up the screen and glanced at it, and said lazily: "My mother's call is coming, do you want to come to my house for dinner?"

"Huh?" Tian Qi asked.

"It's okay, I just ask casually, sometimes I think, if I bring another girlfriend in, how will my mother behave." Dialect immediately went on to say, "Don't bother me when I'm sick. You really can't skip puberty, It's too bland and will make up for it."

"Adolescence is not a boomerang." Tian Qi retorted

"That's a good analogy." Dialect nodded, "Why don't we two people who are broken in love be friends. I think it's actually quite comfortable to chat with you. But you can also treat me as if I'm sick, so don't talk to me too."

"Your sequelae of a broken relationship are quite unique. Well, if you want someone to talk to, I'm still here."

"Well," Fang Yan squatted by the flowerbed and continued to ignore Fang Yan's mother's domineering constant interjection, "Thank you, really."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Yan stood up and looked back at the window of Mo Jiaxin's house. At first, this girl was like a thorn, but now she has grown in her flesh, and she can't pull it out.