Ice in summer, love is forbidden

Ice in summer, love is forbidden

Yu Jingyu

summer depression short essay

The man walked around the door for a long time.

Under the scorching sun, he wiped off the dust under his feet.

The sticky and humid air stuck to his face, and his dyed hair was tightly attached to his forehead, with a sun hat on his head.

He doesn't seem to be afraid of the heat.

Behind the glass window was an orange cat with smooth hair, squatting and licking its paws, showing no concern for the strange man in front of it.

Two girls walked out of the door, with the same big wavy red lips and white short-sleeved A-line pants, they looked like twins.

Everyone holds a glass of iced watermelon juice, and when they go out, they encounter a hot stream, and the steamed glass is filled with ice water.

The ice water dripped smoothly on the ground, forming a full circle.

Before the man had time to wipe off his sweat, he held onto the SLR in his hand, and when he pressed the shutter to freeze the frame, the drop of water had disappeared.

He looked up at the store name.

- Warm.

It is a store that you don't want to enter in summer when you see the name.

But he pushed open the glass door anyway.

The cat is already lying on the ground.

The oncoming cold air hit his face, touching his skin inch by inch, but he didn't like the cold air in this kind of air conditioner very much.

There was only a little girl playing with her mobile phone standing on the counter, and she put down her mobile phone only when she saw someone coming in.

He walked forward step by step, forcing Leng Xiang back step by step.

It seemed that the whole room was filled with the smell of his sweat.

The little girl frowned slightly, but still asked politely: What do you need?

He stood still in the ordering area, his fingers slightly slid across the menu.

Chilled watermelon juice.

His hand slid down, but his eyes glanced at the people reading at the bar.

Would you like some chilled watermelon juice, sir?

He came back to his senses, it turned out that his fingers had stopped here.

Shaking his head, he looked down again.

——The person reading over there is sitting under the flower vine tree, and the cat is lying on the side.He was holding a book with a red cover in his hand. He opened his eyes wide and carefully read the name of the book: "Les Miserables".

Want to order a cup of signature milk tea?

He regained consciousness again, still shaking his head.

His fingers retracted, his lips squirmed, and finally he took out his phone and started typing.

A glass of plum juice without ice, thank you.

The font on his mobile phone is very large, and the little girl can understand it at a glance, but she still asks repeatedly: a cup of plum juice.

After printing the receipt, the little girl turned around, was startled suddenly, and immediately called out to Hua Teng: Boss!There are no more plums! ?

The person who read the book didn't look back, and said: If you don't have it, just change it!

The little girl had no choice but to look at the man who ordered.

The meaning is clear.

Neither can she.

The person who ordered quickly lowered his head, not daring to look into each other's eyes, and typed quickly.

A glass of freshly squeezed watermelon juice without ice, thank you.

The little girl read it and said: Our watermelon juice is not freshly squeezed.

Perhaps it was because the order was too ridiculous this time, and the conversation could be heard without hearing the voice, the boss who was reading finally put down the book and got up.

He kept his head down and typed again: so what about the freshly squeezed fruit juice?

Yes, watermelon juice.

This time the voice was male.

He looked up dumbly: Isn't there no watermelon juice?

The boss smiled: So you can talk.

The boss's eyes were something he had never seen before, as if full of city mansions, and as clear as a child's.

A second later, he still bowed his head, his heart beating wildly.

He actually took the initiative to meet the stranger's eyes.

The handsome boss took out a round watermelon from the refrigerator.

The little girl complained in a low voice: Didn't we buy what we ate?

The boss just pretended not to hear.

The blade moves along the deep lines of the watermelon, and when it explodes, it smells ripe and sweet.

The person who ordered took a deep breath.

The boss suddenly asked: Is this watermelon okay?

He raised his head upon hearing the sound, only keeping his eyes on the glowing red melon flesh: yes.

The boss smiled and said: You are really interesting.

He tried his best to show a smile, but in the end his cheeks were sore, but he searched all over the emoticon library, but he just couldn't think of how to smile to people.

The watermelon juice was served without ice.

When the boss handed it over, he suddenly said: Wen Zherui.

He took the watermelon juice and was scalded by the normal temperature.

Wen Zherui added: My name.And you?

That glass of watermelon juice is just like its color, hot and summer-like.

Surprised that his hands were hot.

My name is Yi Liang.He said it thousands of times in his heart, but he couldn't show a kind expression on his face. He held the watermelon juice in his hand and left in a hurry.

I don't know if this store has a delivery service, Yi Liang thought regretfully.

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Yi Liang walked out, and was scorched by the sun again.

What a nasty summer.

The noisy cicadas, the sparse traffic on the road, and the gazes under the sun umbrellas all tell the horror of summer.

Yi Liang pressed down the brim of his hat, the glass of watermelon juice had already heated up with the outside temperature, he dared not drink it for fear of scalding his mouth, and he did not dare to turn his head for fear of someone looking at it.

Quickly walked to the eaves, picked up the SLR and blown it to cool it down.

But there is no way, the fuselage is already a little hot.

Yi Liang thought, it's over.

I was too decisive when I entered the air-conditioned room, and completely forgot that I was still wearing it, no wonder my whole body didn't like the air-conditioning.

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When Yi Liang returned to the small hotel, the first thing he did was to check whether the SLR was damaged.

The hotel he lived in was small, with only two floors, and there was no bathroom in the room. Standing by the window, Yi Liang was relieved to find that the camera was fine.

Suddenly remembered that the watermelon juice hadn't been drunk yet.

The entrance of the watermelon juice is already ripe, and the finely divided melon pulp has not stayed in the mouth.

Yi Liang leaned against the window, looked at the dust falling on the glass, and suddenly remembered [Wen Nuan] the eyes of the boss.

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Yi Liang never stays in one city for a long time.

This small county is Yi Liang's second visit.

The county town is not big, so it took one day to complete the tour. Yi Liang only took pictures of the scenery, and when he had enough, he naturally wanted to go back.

But it was such a coincidence that Yi Liang stood by the river and saw Wen Zherui on the other side.

He hurried past without even seeing his face clearly.

But Yi Liang felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Following him all the way across the river bank to the stone arch bridge, through the flower alley, he walked into a milk tea shop.

Yi Liang thought he was going to buy milk tea and waited outside the door for a long time but no one came out, so he pretended to pass by.

Fortunately, it was a glass door, and one could see him sitting under the flower vines in the gazebo.

On the top of the head is wisteria, like a waterfall.

A man in white short sleeves sat on the recliner below, holding a book in his hand, the cover could not be seen clearly, only that it was red.

At that moment Yi Liang suddenly went to look for his camera.

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want to shoot him.

Yi Liang, who came up with this idea, startled himself first.

After so many years, since that person left, Yi Liang had the idea of ​​photographing someone for the first time.

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No.

You can't shoot people casually, you will be scolded.

But there is still an impulse in my heart.

There are also entanglements.

Yi Liang stayed in this small county.

—Stay in the summer he hates the most.

Every day, I have to walk around the door of [Warm] several times.

But he didn't have the courage to enter the door.

He kept telling himself in his heart: Don't be afraid, communicating with people is very simple.

But the thorn in his heart grew bigger and bigger, dripping blood from his heart.

He crawls among blood donations.

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He always dreamed of that wisteria tree in his dreams.

A quick glance that day turned out to be a demon.

There was a voice in my heart screaming, shouting.

Like cicadas chirping outside the window.

The moment he made up his mind to walk into [Warm], his heart completely calmed down.

Yi Liang couldn't understand herself anymore.

He stood by the window for a long time, there was no resident on the opposite side, facing the mountains and rivers, for the first time he lost the idea of ​​taking pictures, when the afterglow of the sunset was gone, Yi Liang was still thinking: so his name is Wen Zherui.

But he doesn't know my name yet.

My name is Yi Liang.

My name is... Yi Liang.

He practiced the phrase hard, speaking it slowly or sometimes quickly.

To the air, he can speak very well.

But Yi Liang knew that if he met him, he might become dumb again.

No, not maybe, but definitely.

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Watermelon juice is not good.

Not too sweet.

But Yi Liang didn't like sweets at all.

Or plum juice is better.

The sourness of plums is perfect for hot summer days.

Yi Liang turned on the phone and began to ask for help.

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Yi Liang: 55, are you there?

Yan Wuwu: Dad is here!

Yi Liang: I saw him this time.

Yan Wuhou: Did you talk to him? ! !

Yi Liang: Yes.

Yan Wuhou: Yes! ! !You can actually take the initiative to talk to people!And it's a stranger!

Yi Liang: I think...

Yan Wuhou: What do you think?

Yi Liang: I didn't take the initiative to speak.

Afternoon Yan:? ? ?

Yi Liang briefly described the matter.

Yan Wuwu: What?He took the initiative to ask your name?

Yiliang: Yes.

Yan Wuhou: Don't touch this person yet.

Yi Liang: Why?

Yan Wuhou: No why, didn't you listen to me?

Yi Liang: Listen.but I

Yan Wuwu: What?

Yi Liang: But I really want to photograph him.

Yan Wuhou: Well, there is nothing I can do with you, how about this, the money transaction is the cleanest, how about you just ask him to rent it?

Yi Liang: Rent what?

Yan Wuhou: You just tell him to rent him as a model and ask him how much it is, so that he won't make things difficult for you if he takes the money, and come back as soon as you finish the shoot!

Yiliang: Good.

Yan Wuhou: No, no, you still send me the location, I don’t worry, wait until I come to you.Is it L city?

Yi Liang: I can.

Yan Wuhui didn't reply anymore, and Yi Liang guessed that he must have booked a ticket.

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Yan Wuwu and Yi Liang grew up together.

For Yi Liang, he is like an older brother, his only friend, and his best friend.

Especially after that incident, Yan Wuhou basically became Yi Liang's most dependent person.

Yan afternoon has a self