A letter from a strange man

"I haven't been back to school for a long time." Zhang Hui's extremely magnetic bass came to his ears, and the wind blew Jing Ling's left ear a little itchy.

Zhang Hui and Jing Ling were walking side by side on the campus road. On both sides of the road, the sycamore trees had turned yellow. The wind blew and some leaves fell, drifting in the wind for a while before falling to the ground.

Is a person like this fallen leaf, drifting away for half of his life, and one day when the dust settles, he doesn't ask you about the past, but only gives you stability in the present world, Jing Ling thought.

It must be because of the person next to me that I feel this way.

The street lamp suddenly turned on, and there was a shadow on the ground. Jing Ling looked at the shadow under her feet, and the one next to her was actually Zhang Hui's.

After ten years of leaving this school, he and he finally had a picture of walking side by side.

There are students coming and going around, most of them are looking down at their mobile phones, with headphones plugged in, and there are unknown songs in their ears.

Some may be replying to WeChat messages, may be watching Weibo updates, or may just click on an app before quitting without doing anything. They will not know that they may miss someone, a meeting or a parting moment when they bow their heads. .

"Me too."

Jing Ling's inner feelings are so complicated, he feels that with every contact, he seems to love him more.

Because of the existence of Zhang Hui, he has become more eager to integrate into this world, and his emotions have become more sensitive.

The wind at night was a bit cooler, they could hear the hustle and bustle from the playground, they could see the lights in the study room, and the singing from the radio, so ethereal in this night.

Jing Ling hadn't heard this song before, but she was still a little bit red-eyed by the lyrics of this song.

"if we assume

you are a distant galaxy

Dazzling to make people want to cry

I'm chasing your eyes

Always look at the night sky when I'm alone

......"

"That person is Zhang Hui!"

"The school grass chapter of Q University!"

"He's even more handsome in real life than in photos!"

……

"Dear leadership teacher, dear students, hello, I am Zhang Hui from the 06 Architecture Department."

……

"Do you want to play ball together?"

……

"I can follow you

Sleepwalking like a shadow chasing the light

I can wait at this intersection

whether you will pass

Whenever I lift my head up for you

Even tears feel free

Some love is like the sun falling down

While owning and losing. "

In those bleak days of life, I followed Zhang Hui countless times. Sometimes he was alone, but that was rarely the case. Most of the time, he was with all kinds of people, and the most were him and Meng Li. Looking for him, there is always no place for him beside him.

When he has no classes, he likes to stand under the tree on the farthest side of the main building of the architecture department where Zhang Hui usually attends classes and wait for him to finish his class. He thinks the sunshine there is his favorite piece of sunshine in the whole campus.

He took countless photos of the sunlight in the cracks of the tree, and he also saw Zhang Hui entering and leaving the main entrance countless times. He is also a light, and there are always many people around him. His eyes have never looked at this ordinary person. corner of.

He goes to and from classrooms, cafeterias and dormitories every day. He has no close friends. His mother has lost contact all the year round. He sometimes raises his head to photograph clouds and lowers his head to photograph standing water. He even thinks that the clouds in the sky and the clouds reflected in the accumulated water underground can be felt. His drowning loneliness.

But since the day he fell in love with the last chapter, in every empty moment, thinking of that person's figure, or every frown and smile, he will feel extremely full and satisfied.

Even if you can't love, if a person is wronged and sheds tears, he will feel that every tear he shed is incomparably joyful.

Loving him is the most colorful thing in his poor life.

Jing Ling thought, he might not be able to control his emotions tonight.

He looked at Zhang Hui, the corners of Zhang Hui's mouth were slightly raised, and his silhouette in the night looked gentle and charming.

Zhang Hui felt Jing Ling's gaze, he lowered his head slightly, and met Jing Ling's eyes in the air.

Zhang recalled that his initial impression of Jing Ling was mysterious and cold. After getting to know him, this young man frozen in time was simple and lonely, and he also had a deep agility and loveliness.

"I think we should have met before." Zhang Hui asked tentatively.

Jing Ling's pupils trembled violently for a moment, and then returned to being like a silent lake. His eyes glanced unnaturally to Zhang Hui's left back: "Well, it's been too long, it's normal to forget."

Why is this person so stupid?If he never saw those dozens of letters, would he spend the rest of his life guarding this secret hidden by time?chapter recall.

He could condemn him for the bad behavior he had done to him, and ask why he never cared about him.

If Zhang Hui was a little more careful, he would not be so conceited and think that he treated everyone he came into contact with seriously.

If he could be more sincere, he wouldn't let a person stick to him for so long.

But what would have happened to him if Jing Ling had really confessed her feelings to him back then?

Will he immediately refuse, or will he give the best answer after weighing and torturing his own soul.

He shook his head lightly, these are all useless assumptions, he can't change his indifference, and he can't make up for the things he missed.

What's more, he has no right to condemn his 30-year-old ignorance from the standpoint of 20-year-old. This assumption is meaningless, no matter for him or Jing Ling.

The pain has already been caused, this is an irreparable fact no matter what, and he knows that his current feelings for Jing Ling should have surpassed the boundaries that ordinary friends should have, this is also a fact.

As for what it will develop into, he doesn't know more, and this is also a feeling he has never had. He always thinks that he treats feelings calmly and restrained, not uncontrollable.

Zhang Hui smiled helplessly, in this case, let nature take its course.

He returned to his usual Zhang Hui's appearance: "Would the current Jing Ling have a drink with the current Zhang Hui?"

How could Jing Ling refuse, no matter Zhang Hui in his 20s or Zhang Hui in his 30s, this person is always in his heart and has never left.

They went to Brother Wang's tavern at the school gate, it was very full, and they looked around all young faces.

Although the two of them look younger than their peers, compared with these still young people, their temperament is still indescribably vicissitudes.

Zhang Hui greeted Brother Wang from the air, and he and Jing Ling chose a seat on the edge.

After ordering a dozen beers, Zhang Hui swiftly opened the bottle cap with a bang, and his action was indescribably chic.

Jing Ling's heart skipped a beat, he clasped his fingertips into his palm, and pretended to be calm.

Zhang Hui handed the wine to Jing Ling, and asked jokingly, "Little Elf, you don't seem to be able to drink bars very much in college."

Jing Ling shook her head: "Actually, I drank quite a lot."

Zhang Hui was a little curious: "Then your drinking capacity is still the same?"

"Actually, if I don't want to get drunk, I won't get drunk."

Then he took a sip of the wine, adjusted his head and took a big gulp, Zhang Hui watched his not too protruding Adam's apple slide slowly on his fair neck, the overflowing wine flowed down his chin, and his Adam's apple followed Sliding unconsciously, he wanted to clean up the spilled wine in some unspeakable way.

After Zhang Hui realized what he was thinking, an unknown irritability arose in his heart. He drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, as if he could extinguish the hidden desire in his heart.

Jing Ling still looked defenseless, as if he had remembered something regrettable, and frowned.

"What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?" Zhang Hui asked.

Jing Ling's expression was more sad than regret, he shook his head: "No, I just remembered that I lost something here."

"What? Is it important?"

Jing Ling looked at Zhang Hui, her thoughts gradually drifting away: "Two years ago, I lost a photo of someone I like here." There was a little shyness in his tone of regret.

During the time when Jing Ling returned to the country, she was still immersed in the memories of the past. His illness has recovered a lot, and he will no longer misidentify some people.

He has been to this bar, and he has spent several nights here, he has gradually fallen in love with the texture of alcohol, and he has everything when he is drunk.

He often just stays in the corner alone, doesn't look at anyone or care about them, immersed in his own world, looks cold and withdrawn, coupled with his low sense of existence, no one seems to notice him.

He was holding the wallet, looking at the photo that had been in his mezzanine for so many years, and the words "Idon'twanttosaygoodbyewithyou." underneath were a little faded, and the photo paper was also yellowed, but this was a memory he couldn't let go of.

Like everyone in the audience, he looked at the person who was close and far away on the stage, and listened to his low-pitched singing, and the slightly deep voice of the young man played in his heart.

Even if there are thousands of songs in the future, it will not be as beautiful as today.He knew the fact that they would part ways eventually, and he wept silently in the corner.

"The person you like knows that you care about him so much, he will be very touched." Zhang Hui's voice interrupted his train of thought, he looked at the person in front of him, so familiar yet so strange.

Jing Ling smiled and shook her head, then clinked glasses with him and drank the wine in the glass.

The wine glasses have passed through the years, and finally they are the right glasses.

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