A letter from a strange man

Zhang Hui had a dream. In the dream, Jing Ling looked at him sadly with red eyes. It was the first time he saw such a sad expression on such a plain face. He said: "If I want to kill you, you will remember Will you stay with me?"

Jing Ling's face in the dream looked more immature, and he immediately realized that it was the 20-year-old Jing Ling.

Standing on the rooftop of the 28th floor of the public main building, he could see the distant mountains and the blood-red sunset behind him.

After he finished saying that, he stubbornly wiped away the tears on his face and jumped down. Zhang Hui desperately wanted to grab Jing Ling's hand, but found that Jing Ling didn't just fall vertically like that, and became a girl on the ground. A puddle of bloody mud, instead, he turned into a puff of illusory smoke, inside which was a newborn baby with wings, like an elf.

Zhang Hui suddenly woke up from his dream. He casually wiped the hair on his forehead, only to find that it was covered with sweat.

He didn't know why he had such a dream. He also dreamed of Jing Ling in college. He had no impression in his memory, but it was so clear in his dream.

The two of them haven't seen each other since that day, and they resumed their usual life, but Zhang Hui always thinks of Jing Ling, wondering what he is doing, and whether he has put on any clothes when it's cold.

Zhang Hui also found out that he had some unusual feelings for Jing Ling, but he was willing to blame him for his guilt towards him and to make up for the harm caused to him by his bad personality.

He glanced at the time, it was [-]:[-] in the morning, he had actually only slept for two hours, but he was no longer sleepy, and he was extraordinarily awake, with the discomfort of cold sweat sticking to his tight-fitting pajamas on his back.

He went to take a shower, and then came out naked. He actually didn't like to wear clothes sometimes when he lived alone, so that it seemed that he could see through his true thoughts and thoughts.

Zhang Hui turned on the laptop, he wanted to continue reading Jing Ling's letter, he suddenly wanted to know what Jing Ling was like in college.

"After that incident, I was a little afraid of approaching you. I can no longer simply look up to you like before. I have an unsophisticated desire for you.

At first, I didn't dare to get too close to you, and I didn't even go to your secret base, so I didn't dare to get close to you again.

But I don't know why I want to deliberately not think about you, but you will still be in my sight.

Maybe pay attention to your movements, and pay attention to your figure has become a habit of my body unconsciously.

Let me tell you an interesting story, but it’s really not interesting. I’m really eager to be like a normal boy, we can play basketball and fight together, drink and brag.

But maybe my personality is too strange. No one has approached me in basketball games, big or small, since I was in junior high school. I am so eager for my classmates to call me when they are playing, or even just as a substitute sitting off the court. , but no one has called me, they may have acquiesced that I can't play and I don't want to play with them.

It seemed to be a curse that lasted through my high school and my college, I often entertained myself by myself in a small broken basket in a small abandoned park near my house, and I actually shot a lot of shots, after all I have practiced for so long.

It was a cloudy day, and I guess no one would go to the playground to play ball. I was really bored by myself, so I went to play in the small playground with a basketball. I didn't expect to meet you. "

The sky was very gloomy that day, Zhang Hui was studying in the library, but as it gradually darkened, his fatigue became more obvious, and he wanted to exercise, so he sent Lin Xiyi, Jiang Yishan and another classmate message: "Do you want to play ball together?"

But Jiang Yishan's Youth League Committee has work and can't leave for the time being. Only Lin Xiyi and another brother, Lao He, are free, so they say 1v2.

Zhang Hui made an appointment at the small playground where there are relatively few people, because he just wanted to do some simple activities, and said that if it rained, he would move to the nearby gymnasium. The small playground is quite close to the gymnasium.

When they arrived, they happened to find a boy dribbling and shooting there. Zhang Hui naturally invited him to join them, just in time for 2v2.

"Student, do you want to be together?"

But the boy was stunned for a moment, then took the basketball and left the playground, leaving only one sentence: "Sorry, I have something to do."

The pace looked a little hurried, as if he was really in a hurry to do something.

Zhang Hui didn't care about this little episode, and said to Lao He and Lin Xiyi with a smile, "Go ahead, brothers."

"That was the first time I was invited to play together, I was very happy, but when I saw you, I was not so happy.

I used to look forward to getting closer to you, to be able to stand in the position of your friend, but my thoughts have changed. I am afraid that I can't hide my emotions, and accidentally scare you or make you feel sad. You feel unwell. "

Zhang Hui poured himself a glass of water, his head swollen from thinking about it, but he still didn't think about it.

He suddenly doubted himself, he thought he was very kind and courteous to a stranger, but since he and Jing Ling have had so many intersections, how could he not leave any impression.

He realized that he was too self-righteous. In fact, most of his kindness and kindness to others were polite and not distracting.

He found that he could discover more and more real self from the intersection with Jing Ling, this fact made him a little powerless and uncontrollable.

The next day, he received an invitation from his alma mater to invite alumni to hold a symposium and an experience session for juniors and younger sisters.

Zhang Hui asked his assistant about the itinerary and then set a date. He wanted to invite Jing Ling to go back to his alma mater for a walk. This was something he was thinking about last night. Will he remember something about Jing Ling? I just received an invitation from my alma mater.

He made a phone call to Jing Ling. Jing Ling might have stayed up late again, so when she just got up, her tone sounded a little listless, and said listlessly, "Hello, who is it?"

Zhang Hui pretended to be a little annoyed and asked: "Didn't you save my phone number, little-jing-ling!"

He heard the sound of the quilt being lifted, and he could imagine that Jing Ling lifted the quilt and sat on the bed as if shocked, her sleepy eyes were swept away, and she pretended to be calm.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Zhang, I picked it up without looking at it."

Zhang Hui couldn't help but laugh out loud, he could imagine Jing Ling's remorse: "I'm kidding you, did you just wake up?"

Jing Ling gave an obedient "hmm".

Zhang Hui said what he really wanted to say: "I'm going back to school tomorrow to have a sharing session with my juniors and juniors. Do you want to go together?"

Zhang Hui Is this inviting him?Jing Ling was still a little dazed, and he said stupidly, "Me?"

"That's right! Am I talking to someone else?" Zhang Hui was teased by him and unconsciously relaxed, leaning on the back of the swivel chair and shaking slightly.

Jing Ling fell silent for a while, and then said: "When will it be?"

"This Thursday." Zhang replied.

"it is good."

The day when Zhang Hui and Jing Ling returned to their alma mater was the best day in recent days, neither hot nor cold, the sky was clear and blue.

Zhang Hui originally wanted Jing Ling to come after his lecture, but he didn't expect to bring Jing Ling here earlier than him.

When he drove into the campus, he saw Jing Ling. He was looking at the sky with a camera. He wore a camel sweater, light-colored jeans, and off-white converse high-top shoes. He looked like a college boy on campus. Almost, he suddenly thought, Jing Ling should not have changed much in these years.

After he parked the car, he sent Jingling a WeChat message: "I saw you, I'm going to share my experience first, I'll send you a message after I'm done, tell me where you are."

Jing Ling didn't have a crowd full of people walking around the school. He saw the notice board and knew the auditorium of Zhang Hui's sharing meeting. He glanced at the time, and it was about to start. He sneaked into the auditorium quietly, but was caught by the staff at the door. Stopped: "Student, show your student ID card."

Jing Ling was taken aback, if he used to be, he would have turned around and left, but now he has gained some experience, so he lied naturally: "I'm sorry, I skipped half of the class and left in a hurry, so I forgot to bring it. Wait a minute, I am a senior student in the Department of Architecture, and I am really looking forward to Brother Zhang's sharing session." Then he looked at the staff with sincere eyes.

That job was understandably let him in, and he didn't forget to remind him: "Don't forget next time!"

It should have just started when Jing Ling entered. A young boy was introducing Zhang Hui's achievements and current job, as well as some achievements during school.

"Then let us give warm applause to our outstanding alumni who graduated in 2010 - Mr. Zhang Hui."

He saw Zhang Hui's male model-like figure walking onto the stage with long legs. He was not dressed too formally, but it was still simple and fit, and he looked very tasteful without being so distant.

He is handsome and unrestrained, showing the charm of a mature man in his gestures and gestures, and greeted him with a decent smile: "Good afternoon, everyone, I am Zhang Hui from the Department of Architecture in 06, and it is a great honor to stand here to share my things with you this year ..."

"Damn it, Senior Zhang is so handsome, I thought he was the kind of fat uncle who was so successful!" Jing Ling heard a girl in the row behind him say.

Then came the voice of the girl next door: "Is your village only connected to the Internet? Didn't you see the photo of Zhang Xuechang's prosperous face circulating in the post bar?"

"No!! I've only heard about this person and this person, I don't know what he looks like! I said why the seat is so full, so many girls!"

"Wait a minute, I'll find it for you!"

After a while, Jing Ling heard a suppressed scream from the back row: "This is so fucking handsome! Takeshi Kaneshiro???"

"No, I think Senior Zhang is more handsome!"

Jing Ling leaned her head on the chair, accompanied by Zhang Hui's voice and the whispering voices of the surrounding people, she fell into a long and distant memory.

It was the first day of Jing Ling's first year of freshman year. The opening ceremony was as boring as junior high school and high school, with various speeches. The only bright spot was probably the moment when Zhang Hui stood on the stage when the student representative gave a speech.

There is no artificial reading tone, his posture is very relaxed, but every word he speaks feels so sincere and serious.

The young man had a handsome face, and his speech was lively and simple. He did not sing high-pitched words or say some beautiful words as usual. He was very sincere and had a nice voice.

On that day, Zhang Hui suddenly became popular among the freshmen. He probably knew Zhang Hui in this class. There were countless people confessing to him on the school forum, asking for contact information, and the building was high.

Jing Ling remembered this shining person, and she was even more impressed with him after reading the posts about Zhang Hui that the seniors and sisters broke the news about.

Jing Ling's consciousness gradually recovered, and the people around him seemed to be still telling the legend about Zhang Hui that was circulating in the rivers and lakes, and Zhang Hui's sharing on the stage was coming to an end, and he heard Zhang Hui's last words:

"Junior brothers and sisters, cherish your present time, cherish the people around you, do things that make you feel comfortable, and don't leave things that you will regret when you recall them in the future. Thank you all." Then there was thunderous applause one after another.

Next came the questioning session, the host selected randomly, but there were too many people who raised their hands this time, because of the time factor, the host could only choose one person from each district, and Zhang Hui always had a calm smile and a decent smile look.

When they arrived at the area where Jing Ling was sitting, they called one of the girls behind him. Jing Ling was taken aback, and then looked in his direction. Ling couldn't help but looked at him and smiled slightly.

The girl was a little excited, and she asked: "Hello, Senior Brother Zhang, you said in the last sentence that you will not leave anything that you will regret when you recall it in the future. Do you have any regrets, Senior Brother?"

Suddenly received a voice of satisfaction from the audience, Zhang Hui thought about it for a while, lowered his eyes and touched his nose, then looked up at Jing Ling seriously and said: "I seem to have missed someone."

"Hey—" The audience was a little excited and the girl asked excitedly, "Who is it!!!"

The audience cast curious eyes like Zhang Hui again, but at this moment the host suddenly interrupted: "I'm sorry, classmate, due to time constraints, Brother Zhang has other plans, so we have to stop here for this symposium Until now, let us once again send warm applause to Mr. Zhang Hui!"

Zhang Hui smiled and waved his hand to say goodbye and then walked off the stage. He sent Jing Ling a WeChat message: "Come and find me backstage."

After Jing Ling arrived backstage, Zhang Hui was still greeting some student leaders and teachers. He stood at the door and waited quietly for Zhang Hui.

When a group of people came out, one of the classmates recognized him: "Hey, it's you, what's the matter with you, classmate?" It was the staff member who entered the venue.

Jing Ling suddenly caught the attention of many people, including Zhang Hui's.

Jing Ling was a little embarrassed, and when he was feeling a bit at a loss, he heard Zhang Hui's voice: "This is my friend."

That classmate had an unbelievable expression on his face, and then apologized to Jingling embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, brother, I was really rude just now!"

Jing Ling waved her hand, and she was also very embarrassed to pretend to be a student to be punctured: "It's nothing, but I'm causing you trouble."

Later, as Zhang Hui invited, the two wandered around the campus together, walking side by side in the campus, there was an unreal feeling.

I talked about some changes in the campus. What kind of food was delicious in the cafeteria back then, and it was almost the end of the term, and the study room in the library was full.

There are also some things that happened during the years when they were studying. For example, Zhang Hui became a volunteer for the Beijing Olympic Games. The whole city was in the joyous atmosphere of the Olympic year. Ling would inadvertently hum a sentence: "The door of my house is always open, waiting for you with open arms."

All of a sudden, the events of the boyhood appeared in front of my eyes, and both of them were saddened by the passage of time. What happened in those years was vivid in my memory, but one person remembered everything about the other person, and the other person couldn’t recall it at all, but still Trying to remember.

Surprisingly, except for the small playground, except for a new batch of equipment, it seems that there is not much change from the past.

They saw four boys playing on the court, with endless energy, chasing after each other, and the basketball was thrown into the basket in a parabolic posture.

Jing Ling seemed to think of something, the corners of her mouth tightened a little, her body was slightly stiff.

Zhang Hui noticed the change in Jing Ling, and he probably understood it in his heart. He pretended to be casual and asked, "Can you play basketball?"

Jing Ling looked at him, his pupils were dark, and he always seemed to hide his emotions deeply, but his slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed his excitement.He was silent for three seconds, and replied, "Yes."

Zhang Hui pretended to be happy: "Great, I haven't played for a long time, I'll go tell them, let's 3v3!"

"Classmates, can we join you?"

The boys agreed heartily: "Of course."

Zhang Hui took off his coat, rolled up the sleeves of the clothes inside and quickly melted into it.

Jing Ling was a bit at a loss at the beginning, but he was on the same team as Zhang Hui. Under Zhang Hui's help and care, he gradually integrated into it. His passing ability is average, but his shooting percentage is still very accurate. , and even hit two three-pointers.

Their team won, they played very well, Jing Ling's face was unusually flushed, her black hair stuck to her forehead, and she looked very hot.

Zhang Hui unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt, and said goodbye to the boys with a smile.

Afterwards, the two lay on the lawn looking at the sky towards the evening, blowing the comfortable wind and smelling the fragrance of the green grass. Zhang Hui's heart was extraordinarily peaceful, and Jing Ling's heart was full of excitement.

Zhang Hui's lazy voice came from the side: "You are very good at playing basketball, we can play together if we have nothing to do in the future."

Jing Ling would always remain silent for a few seconds before replying, his voice could not hide the excitement, which was much more lively than usual: "Thank you, no problem."

Zhang Hui knew the meaning of the phrase "thank you", and he was willing to accompany him like this, slowly making up for all the things he missed and failed to accomplish.

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