The floating world sinks slightly

(three)

Xia Youqing didn't live in the school these two days, he opened a single room in the hotel.

After taking a shower, he stood in front of the mirror and wiped his wet hair with the towel he brought. The mirror in the bathroom was covered with a layer of white mist. He stretched out his other hand and gently stroked away the water stains on it.

In an instant, the boundaries of hazy silhouettes become clear.

Xia Youqing put down the towel in his hand, and quietly looked at himself in the mirror.

The chin seems to be sharper than before, and the face is not so round. It should be thinner, but the distance between the eyes is still too wide. At first glance, the whole person seems a little silly.

Just be silly, Xia Youqing smiled at the mirror, and her already thin lips became a straight line.It is said that people with thin lips are fickle. Xia Youqing didn't believe it in the past. Now, he thinks that maybe this old saying is reasonable, but it doesn't suit everyone.

Do people with thick lips value feelings?

That's probably even more of a joke.

Xia Youqing turned around and left the bathroom, sat on the bed, and began to open the file bag he got today.

Wow, a thick stack of photos scattered, all over the bed, and a few slipped to the floor.

He randomly picked out a few of them, and under the not-so-bright light of the hotel, he completely reprinted the images in his hand in his heart.

Do you look like the young boy in the afternoon? Xia Youqing tried hard to recall the face he saw in the mirror just now, as well as the appearance of the boy named Ai Xin who insisted on not drinking orange juice.

In fact, it should not be the same, that boy obviously has a standard oval face, maybe the two of them, between the eyebrows and eyes, have a slight resemblance, oh, there is also a thin lip color that is almost invisible.

But didn't I just want to find a young boy with an oval face, thin lips, eyebrows and eyes similar to myself.

Sure enough, he is a professional with professional ethics. You see, how well he did it and how clear his shots were.

Heh, Xia Youqing smiled slightly, and stuffed the photos in his hand back into the file bag one by one, oh, don't forget, there are a few more on the ground.

"Ringlingling——" the phone rang, and Xia Youqing picked it up without any hesitation, without a trace of ups and downs in his voice, "Okay, I see, stop on time at twelve o'clock, and come on time at five o'clock."

He took out a black suit that he had already prepared, and then took out contact lenses, mask, gloves, and hat from the bag one by one, after putting on everything.He put all kinds of glue, tape, and scissors into his pockets, and the just-resealed portfolio was neatly at hand.

After doing everything, he took out his watch and waited quietly for the arrival of twelve o'clock. He was not in a hurry at all, after all, the night was still long.

(four)

In hot June, the sun was scorching hot, and Xia Youqing was walking on the uneven road in the field with two suitcases that were not too small. In addition, there was a huge travel bag that weighed heavily On his not-so-broad back.

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. No accident, there was a puddle of water on his fingers. He simply gave up the idea of ​​taking out a piece of paper to wipe it off.

Xia Youqing didn't expect that he thought he didn't have so many things, but unexpectedly, he collected them here and there.First of all, he was always reluctant to throw away a book like a book.Also, over the years, I have accumulated quite a lot of things like cups and paper once or twice, and many of them were drawn by some supermarket lottery, and they are all brand new.Anyway, I have to buy it again when I come back here, and it would be a pity to lose it there, so I put it all in the box.

Finally, there are some pots, bowls, etc. These are really irreplaceable.

Alas, he sighed, packed them all into a big bag, and gave them to the security lady downstairs. This woman is also a poor woman. Her husband died, and she worked hard to pull a junior high school student. The daughter is struggling to survive in the city.

In the end, Xia Youqing walked out of the No. [-] Middle School campus slowly with all his wealth in the deep twilight.

The security guard at the gate greeted him familiarly, "Mr. Xia, it's almost twelve o'clock now, it's so late to leave."

He smiled and hummed, the car is past three o'clock, it's just right to leave now.

For the last time, he glanced at the gate of No. [-] Middle School in the provincial capital, deeply, as if he wanted to engrave these four big characters in his heart.Then, I stopped a taxi and carried my things up with great difficulty.

Then, he got into the car and drove away without looking back.

After several hours of bumpy train rides, Xia Youqing finally set foot on the land where he was born and raised.

He smiled and greeted those neighbors and folks, "Ms. Zhang, hello." "Uncle Li, long time no see."

When he stood in front of the ordinary bungalow in his childhood again, he took off the bag on his back and put the strap on the trolley of the suitcase.

In my memory, there were three or two dilapidated houses, but now they are full of the breath of time.

Xia Youqing stayed at Uncle Chen's house for lunch at noon. Over the years, Uncle Chen has aged a lot, and he can't recite Tutuo well.

He smiled, opened his mouth with few teeth left, and cheerfully touched Xia Youqing's enamel cup with several layers of bottom filling.

"Haha, drink, let me tell you, what Moutai, what Wuliangye, a small bottle, so expensive, I am a prodigal, uh, Xiao Du, you have stayed in the city for so many years, and you have seen a lot of good things , to be honest, isn’t it, the loose wine from a town like ours is the most fragrant.”

Uncle Chen was drunk, his face full of dimples was flushed with simplicity, he babbled, complaining that his son and grandson who had gone to the city never came back to see him.

Xia Youqing hurriedly took off the enamel cup that he was scratching around in his hand, and put it aside, for fear that his movements would be too big and hurt himself.

As Chen Bo talked, he became agitated, and tears flowed from his cloudy old eyes that had worked so hard all his life. He tapped the broken bowl with his chopsticks, "Xiao Du, just tell me, is there any place in the city?" It's not really as good as they said, why are they unwilling to come back after they go like this?"

Xia Youqing looked at Uncle Chen's tearful and weather-beaten face, and was speechless for a moment. He took a sip of the shochu in the cup, but almost choked himself. This wine is really strong and rough. very.

It is normal for Uncle Chen to have so many emotions. His grandson went to the city to go to college, and his son and daughter-in-law also went to work in the city. He said that he earned more money there than farming here.

After a year or so, it would be difficult for them to come back to see him. It's not that the children and grandchildren didn't propose to take Uncle Chen to the city.It's just that the old man is still an old man after all, and in this village, no matter how good or bad he is, he has stayed for nearly his whole life.Although the trees move the dead and the living, these old people seem to be firmly rooted in this land, and they can't move easily.