rice story

The thing that is more sad than a long-distance flight is that during the flight, a flight attendant sitting next to me kept calling the stewardess "waiter" and kept ringing the bell asking for blankets, drinks, snacks, earplugs, and magazines. It is bound to take the plane out of the five-star hotel to see the fat man...

"Okay, sir... yes, sir... may I ask you, sir, is there anything else you need?"

Cheng Yunpeng sat near the aisle, and every time the stewardess delivered something to the fat man or asked questions, that kind of low-pitched and polite voice with a strong sense of presence would pass through Cheng Yunpeng's brain over and over again...

Cheng Yunpeng turned his head several times, but still couldn't fall asleep... So he tilted his head slightly, looked at the clouds hanging outside the window, and silently regretted that he rejected Zhao Dami's proposal to upgrade his cabin...

At the airport two hours ago, Zhao Dami held Cheng Yunpeng's hand firmly, with an expression on his face as if he was about to cry.

After exchanging their boarding passes, the two sat side by side in the waiting hall, looking at the endless stream of people, both of them were silent and didn't know what to say...

From the day he knew that Cheng Yunpeng was going back to school, Zhao Dami broadcast to Cheng Yunpeng's ear several times a day:

"You must not forget me"

"I will wait for you to come back"

"I'm starting to miss you"

"Don't go with others casually"

"Must come back"

…Infinite loop.

And every time Cheng Yunpeng couldn't help but laugh at whether he didn't want money for wholesale love words, he would be rushed up by that "big dog" with big eyes, wangchuchu, pitiful face, bitter hatred, and little resentful woman. ... While gnawing on it, it was euphemistically called "punishing someone for leaving without telling".

每次闹腾完一通下来，往往挣扎得一身臭汗不说，脸上还湿哒哒地被舔得挂着满脸口水…搞到最后程云鹏要么忍无可忍就地把那只“大狗狗”胖揍A meal, or disgusted to the point of ignoring him all night...

It's not that Cheng Yunpeng doesn't know Zhao Dami's little thoughts, it's not that he doesn't know his reluctance...

Cheng Yunpeng is actually very reluctant...

Just like now, when he looks at the glaring white clouds outside the window, he suddenly misses those "wholesale" love words...

I can survive the long 8 years, but I don’t know why, but I suddenly start to be afraid of this unknown short two months...

It turns out that the desolation at birth is not loneliness, but the silence of everything is...

Two hours ago, Cheng Yunpeng hugged and bid farewell to Zhao Dami at the airport, and Cheng Yunpeng couldn't help but miss Zhao Dami, his crooked smiling eyes, his coquettish appearance, and his soft snoring when he fell asleep. , he couldn't help but miss everything about Zhao Dami...

Together with that touch of loneliness that seems to have never been there, they flew to a distance [-] kilometers away from him...

Cheng Yunpeng couldn't help but wonder if he was a little hypocritical?But then again, I just miss him!Except for Zhao Dami, none of you can control...

The fat man on the plane finally ate and drank enough and stopped making noise...

Cheng Yunpeng smiled helplessly, crossed his fingers on his chest, narrowed his eyes, and decided to try to fall asleep again...

Zhao Dami watched pitifully as Cheng Yunpeng passed the security check without looking back, and then watched the plane suspected to be carrying Cheng Yunpeng take off from a distance in the terminal hall until he couldn't see it.I reluctantly returned to the company...

In the afternoon, Zhao Dami also held a meeting. At the meeting, he, uncharacteristically, forcibly energized himself, vowed to turn thoughts into strength, and devote all his body and mind to work, in an attempt to alleviate the pain of lovesickness...

I struggled all the way, but before nightfall, I was defeated...

In less than a day, Zhao Dami felt like he was going crazy thinking about Cheng Yunpeng!

He lay tossing and turning in his urban home, looking up at the clock on the wall—10:[-] p.m.

Zhao Dami swallowed, lifted the quilt, jumped out of bed, got dressed, and quickly drove to Cheng Yunpeng's villa...

Zhao Dami has never doubted that he would miss someone so much. In the past 8 years, he has thought about Cheng Yunpeng almost every day...but he has never had a deep uneasy feeling like this...

So uneasy that in the car driving to the villa, Zhao Dami's hands trembled slightly.

He urgently needs to go back to the house full of Cheng Yunpeng's taste and traces of life, to seek some kind of comfort.

Zhao Dami couldn't say it, but his heart trembled a little...

Then finally, I fell on the steps in front of the villa...

"Dingling..." The phone rang.

Just as Zhao Dami got up from the steps, he quickly took it out and took a look. He didn't even have time to pat the dust on his pants, so he couldn't wait to pick it up.

"...Pengpeng, I miss you so much!"

A soft, smiling voice came from the phone.

"Fool...it's so late, haven't you slept yet?"

All the true meaning of the noble and pure breeze in the world is not as touching as a sentence of light anger at this moment...

...

Because it was winter, there were not so many jobs on the farm, so Zhao Dami's main work location was transferred from the farm to the head office in the urban area.And for the convenience of work, he also directly lived back in the house in the urban area...

Because of a certain well-known reason, the main reason for Mr. Zhao’s recent poor sleep state... Almost all the quilts, sheets, and even pillow soap boxes in Cheng Yunpeng’s room were taken to his residence by Mr. Zhao...

So one weekend, Xiao Li, who was finally remembered by the boss again and called, passively asking for breakfast, was standing in Mr. Zhao's bathroom, looking at the shaving foam and muttering.

"Mr. Zhao... Isn't this Teacher Cheng's?"

Mr. Zhao, who was sleepy, was walking over in his slippers, squeezing toothpaste on his toothbrush...

Hearing this sentence, he immediately woke up, widened his eyes, and asked Xiao Li in front of him who didn't realize that he had said something wrong.

"how do you know?!!"

How obvious, Xiao Li took a look at Mr. Zhao who was in a state of fisting and captivating his sleeves.There are two kinds of shaving foam on the sink, one is for sensitive skin, the other is for oily skin...and on one of them, there is a small label with the words "idiot's" written on it on top.

Xiao Li pointed to the unlabeled foam and asked.

"Mr. Zhao, is Mr. Cheng not planning to come back? Why did you bring all these things home?"

……

Holding a huge suitcase in one hand and a set of ironed suits in the other, Xiao Li, who was standing at the door waiting for Zhao Dami to take out the keys, regretted his "speaking out of his head" all the time in the morning.

My boss, Zhao Dami, who is in the late stage of lovesickness, is worried that he can't find an excuse to move all his daughter-in-law's personal belongings to his residence...

I don't know what the boss is going crazy about. Recently, if he mentions "goodbye", "parting", "leaving", "disappearing" and so on in front of him, he will die miserably... Now even " Is "shaving foam" counted as a forbidden word?

Xiao Li said that he does not understand this new world...

……

When Cheng Yunpeng returned to China, he only dragged a small piece of luggage. Now more than half a year has passed, and he has left 4 large boxes full of things in the villa.

After dismissing Xiao Li who was temporarily arrested to help move.

Zhao Dami looked at all the things related to Cheng Yunpeng in the room, and suddenly felt the peace of mind that he had never felt in a day in so many days...

For a whole weekend, Zhao Dami was wandering in the room sorting out the pile of things...

Take out the books and put them on Zhao Dami's bookshelf one by one in alphabetical order...

Take out the clothes and hang them one by one in Zhao Dami's closet according to the color shade...

Take out the shoes and put them in Zhao Dami's shoe cabinet one by one according to different occasions...

There are also some ornaments, which are also placed on the display rack in Zhao Dami's living room according to different colors and shapes...

Like the owner of those objects, Zhao Dami slowly fills his life with Cheng Yunpeng's things on his own initiative.To fill the kind of intimate life that I have longed for and envied for a long time...

Zhao Dami carefully touched the touch of each item, imagining Cheng Yunpeng's movements and expressions when using them... It seems that Cheng Yunpeng has not been away for a long time at this time, and he has not left for more than the expected two months and has not come back …

It was as if he was still beside Zhao Dami just now, opened a book, then raised his eyes, and smiled softly at Zhao Dami beside him...

Cheng Yunpeng called and said that there were some small problems in the experiment, and they must be resolved before going back...Maybe, it will take another two months...

Zhao Dami, who loves to cry, can't cry anymore...

……

No matter how slow the movement is, 4 boxes of things will be cleared very quickly to only half of the box left...

Zhao Dami picked up the ties that were rolled into a ball, flicked the ashes, hung them on the hanger, and turned back.

Only then did I realize that at the bottom of the box was an old big mooncake box...

The paint on the box is a little off, and the corner of the box is a little dented, as if it was dropped on the ground, and it seems that the pattern on the edge of the box is a little distorted...

Zhao Dami first took out the moon cake box and put it on the coffee table, then dismantled the large empty cardboard boxes into flat ones, stacked them, and piled them in the hallway, thinking that he would take them out and throw them away in the morning...

Then he came back, sat on the sofa, picked up the mooncake box, held the sides with both hands, and made a gesture to open it...

Because a corner of the box was dropped, the lid was tightly fitted, and Zhao Dami couldn't find a way to force it for a long time, so he had to stand up, go to the kitchen, and take a screwdriver...

Zhao Dami held the lid of the box with one hand, stuck the screwdriver on the edge of the box and the lid with the other hand, and pried it hard...

There was a "bang", and the box was accidentally thrown into the sky by excessive force.

Then there was another "bang" sound when the metal cover fell to the ground...

In the end, there are postcards flying all over the sky, falling to the ground with a "squeak"...

Sitting on the sofa, Zhao Dami was still holding the screwdriver in his right hand. Looking at what happened in front of him, he suddenly felt that there was nowhere to hide, and his eyes were wet...

The author has something to say: two months and two months~~~

Zhao Dami is so lonely!

Why don't you come back, Pengpeng?