Find a boyfriend early

After the Spring Festival, Mo Jun, who had been busy for a year, finally took a break.

In fact, he could have been less busy.

But, five years...

As a golden bachelor over [-] years old, his private life can be described as a blank, so he is busy, the busier he is, the less he thinks about those messy things.

It's snowing a little bit today.

After drinking with his business friend Lao Chen, Mo Jun took a taxi home and walked through the noisy city center all the way. For drunk or young people, the nightlife has just begun, but Mo Jun only feels tired. He just wants to rest.

When he got home, he took a hasty shower, got into bed, and fell asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.

While falling asleep, the phone rang abruptly and sharply.

"Hello..." Mo Jun barely snorted the word.

"Junzi..." The restrained and forbearing tone was that of his old man. "I have a terrible headache, please take me to the hospital."

Mo Jun opened his eyes quickly: "Dad? Why do you suddenly have a headache?"

"Hiss... Ah, I don't know, I'll find some medicine first." After finishing speaking, the old man hung up the phone.

The old man of the Mo family is nearly 80 years old.Mo Jun is the son of the old man in his old age, so he loved him a lot since he was a child.But this youngest son did not suffer in vain. He has been living with him since he was demobilized from the army, so that he will not be reduced to a widowed old man who is "cared for" by the neighborhood committee.

Mo Jun knew that this stubborn and tough old man in his family hated going to the hospital first, and secondly hated making phone calls.It must be really uncomfortable to make him work hard in the middle of the night.

So he got up quickly, got dressed, and ran out the door with his wallet and car keys.

The old man had already put on the down jacket by himself. As soon as Mo Jun arrived, he helped him downstairs, got into the car, and went straight to the hospital.

"Hey, drive slowly."

Regardless of the slippery road surface, Mo Jun wanted to step on the accelerator to the end.

"How are you feeling, Dad?" Just now, he took a quick look in the room, the old man's energy was low, and he frowned tightly, it could be seen that he was holding back.

"Don't worry, I won't die!" The old man gritted his teeth and said.It's a pity that the pain prevented him from being as loud as before.

"Well, you insist, let's go to a nearby hospital." Mo Jun looked at the road intently. The old man's last physical examination was half a year ago, and there was nothing serious about it. It stands to reason that there should be no problem.

The two were silent for a moment, and the old man began to babble: "Junzi, there is a passbook in the bottom drawer of my bedside table. It's in your name. It was originally the wedding money I left you, and the password is your birthday."

"Dad..." When Mo Jun heard the old man say such words, he immediately didn't like to hear them.

"Listen to me." The old man waved his hand. "Are you still thinking about that kid from the Wang family? I still remember that you had contacted that kid when Mo Nian was studying in No. [-] Middle School. Why haven't you contacted him in recent years?"

"..." Mo Jun was speechless, he didn't know that the old man knew what he was doing.

"Hey, you are old and young. You must have a companion. I don't worry about your elder brother at all, I just worry about you. Just listen to my father's words and find a companion, okay?" The old man's voice seemed more serious. Old, Mo Jun's heart tightened when he heard it.

"Dad, don't say it." If it's the same as the last words, don't say it.please.

The old man closed his eyes, his headache was so severe that he had no energy to continue talking, and the last of his strength was used to fight the pain.

When he arrived at the hospital, the old man's steps were staggering, and he staggered in pain. He was not as stable as when he just went out.

Mo Jun helped the old man to the emergency room. When the doctor heard that the old man had a headache and it got worse, he immediately pushed him into the operating room.

It turned out to be a cerebral hemorrhage.

This is a common disease of the elderly. Mo Jun felt uneasy, so he called his elder brother. When his elder brother heard that the old man had entered the hospital, he immediately crawled out of bed and rushed over from City A.

Mo Jun didn't expect that the operation would take so long.

When the morning light broke, Mo Nian's parents, Mo Nian and Wei Dongchen, all arrived at the hospital.

"Junzi! How is our dad?" Dad asked hastily.

Mo Jun shook his head.He sat in the corridor all night, but the old man didn't come out.

"Second Uncle, what's wrong with Grandpa? Didn't he be fine during the Chinese New Year?" Mo Nian now lives with Wei Dongchen, and he was really shocked when he received his father's call.

"The doctor said it was a cerebral hemorrhage and is being rescued."

Everyone was silent.No amount of words can soothe the anxiety at this point.

It wasn't until daylight that they finally got some information.

It was a critical illness notice.

"Doctor? What does this mean?" Mo Nian was young and had never seen such a battle. Seeing his father signing the paper with a pale face, he asked worriedly.

"The patient's condition is not very good, we will try our best." The doctor said very officially.

After waiting, in Mo Jun's memory, there is only a piece of white light.

The bad news hit everyone unsuspectingly.

The doctor with big dark circles reappeared and said only one sentence: "I'm sorry."

Mo Nian stared at the doctor dumbfounded, then turned around and asked Wei Dongchen in a daze, "He, what did he just say?"

Mom immediately covered her mouth with her hands, trying to suppress the crying that blurted out.

Dad asked the doctor in disbelief: "The old man is usually in good health, and he rarely gets sick. Think of a way, think of a way!"

The doctor was shaken back and forth by his father, he was used to seeing life and death, no matter how sympathetic he felt, he remained indifferent.

"We really tried our best. I'm sorry." Facing the grieving family members, the doctor just repeated mechanically.

Mo Jun pushed the doctor away, rushed into the operating room, grabbed the old man's cold hand, and said tremblingly, "Dad, don't sleep, we should go home..."

"Second uncle..."

"Soldier..."

Mo Nian and Dad went to call Second Uncle at the same time, but Second Uncle turned a deaf ear and still tried to drag Grandpa up: "Dad, go home and sleep again, let's go home."

When Mo Nian and his father saw the second uncle in a daze, they were sore and unbearable, and they were afraid that the second uncle would make a fuss in the hospital, so they had to go forward to pull him.

The pain of losing a loved one is felt differently by everyone.Everyone present is sad, and it is impossible to measure who is more sad.

But Mo Jun is different.

With the old man gone, he was really the only one left.

Mr. Mo's behind-the-scenes affairs were kept very low-key, only a few old comrades in arms came, and the Mo family received them.After the funeral is over, everyone else will return to City A.

Mo Jun drove to the old man's residence every night.But he dared not go up.

It seemed that as long as he didn't go up, the old man would still be waiting for him in that house.

Sometimes, people always rely on similar hypnosis to anesthetize themselves.

The reality is so painful, let yourself pretend for a while.It will be fine in a while.

Occasionally, he would also go around the neighborhood where that person lived.

It seems that since that person got married, he never went to "patrol" like this again.

He parked his car outside the compound, afraid of attracting attention, he turned off the engine, sat very low, and then silently looked at the gate of the compound.

Men sometimes appear, carrying things like vegetables or teaching aids.

Sometimes it doesn't appear.

But Mo Jun still went to guard.Because he finally discovered that in the vast land, he had nowhere to go.

After half a month like this, the snow melted, melted, and rolled towards spring repeatedly, but the air was not warm at all.

Mo Jun couldn't keep warm because the car was turned off, and it got colder and colder as he sat in the car, and he even wanted to take a nap.So he took out his cigarette case and took out a cigarette.

"Dong dong dong." Someone knocked on the car window three times.

Mo Jun raised his head upon hearing the sound, and the cigarette fell out of his mouth.

The person knocking on the window turned out to be Wang Ying.

Mo Jun hurriedly lowered the car window, feeling something was wrong, opened the door again and got out of the car.

"You, how do you know I'm here?"

After a long time no see, Wang Ying was still wearing a pair of metal-rimmed glasses on her tall nose, looking at Mo Jun solemnly.

"You've been here for half a month, and I'm not blind."

"..." Mo Jun lowered his head, like a student who has made a mistake.The longing and longing for Wang Ying have already been integrated into the flesh and blood with the passage of time, and exist like life, so they are ignorant and unconscious, as natural as breathing.

But this kind of nature definitely does not include unexpected encounters on narrow roads.

"Then you are busy, I'll go back first." Mo Jun was about to get into the car in a panic.

"It's all here, go up and sit down."

Wang Ying glanced at Mo Jun lightly, and walked away on his own.

Mo Jun only frowned, locked the car door and followed.

Wang Ying's house is on the third floor, a very clean and tidy two-bedroom.Mo Jun came to Wang Ying's house for the first time, and the familiar yet unfamiliar atmosphere made him feel uneasy. This man in his 30s tried again and was at a loss.

Wang Ying brought him a cup of hot water, and when he brought it to him, he was obviously taken aback.

"This cup..." was the one he smashed back then.But he remembered that the production of such cups seemed to have been discontinued long ago.

"Oh, it's just a glass. I can draw a picture and find someone to make it to order. This time, you can drop as much as you want." Wang Ying, who reunited after a long absence, performed much better than Mo Jun, and he could accurately hit every sentence. Mo Jun's sore spot.

"..." After Mo Jun passed away from the old man, he became even more silent, and now he was speechless when facing Wang Ying.After a while, he said in a low voice: "My old man passed away."

Wang Ying's eyes flashed, then dimmed immediately, and Mo Jun, who kept his head down, didn't see it.

"Condolences..."

The two had nothing to say again, and each drank a cup of hot water slowly.

"You...Where's your wife?" Mo Jun really couldn't say the word "wife".

"I'm divorced. Long ago."

This time, Mo Jun raised his head in surprise and met Wang Ying's gaze.

"Why?" Isn't it so determined to get married?Why did you leave again?

"After all, they are not a real couple. She also has a life she wants." Wang Yingyun narrated calmly.

Mo Jun nodded and put down his cup.

"I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first." Mo Jun was very confused, he couldn't figure out what he was thinking at the moment, so he wanted to leave, and wanted to clear his mind.

Wang Ying is divorced... Before leaving, the old man said, let him find a companion... So what?

"Mo Jun? Where else do you want to go?" Wang Ying slapped the door shut the moment Mo Jun opened it. "Did you stay downstairs in my house for half a month just to drink a glass of water?"

Mo Jun wanted to say no, he didn't even expect water.

"I figured it out, you man, don't you have a lot of words when you scold me? When it comes to critical moments, you are dumb!" Wang Ying put her fingers together and punched the door frame.

"Let me think about it." Mo Jun recovered his brain, pushed Wang Ying away and wanted to leave.

"Okay, I'll let you think about it." Wang Ying was obviously annoyed by Mo Jun's silent performance. He clamped Wang Ying's arm, angrily dragged him to the study, and threw him in.

"Just think from here, when will you figure it out and when will you come out!" He didn't know why he was so angry, as if he didn't feel comfortable if he didn't torture Mo Jun.

After finishing speaking, he closed the door of the study and went to cook by himself.

Mo Jun really honestly reflected in the study.He first scanned all the books in the bookshelf with his fingers, then the desk, then the computer screen, keyboard, mouse, chair handles, anyway, wherever Wang Ying might have touched, he had to touch them all.

Even the air in the room, he greedily took a few more breaths.

What else is there to think about?He doesn't know anymore.

The study door opened again, and Wang Ying asked him to go out for dinner as if nothing had happened.

Simple two dishes and one soup.A square table, two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

But let two people wait for 18 years.

After eating the rice in the bowl relatively silently, Mo Jun felt that he was unparalleled, and his heart fell to the ground with a plop.There is no pain, only ease.He can no longer taste the taste of the food, he only knows that he has found his way home.

"Mo Jun. How old are you this year?"

"35."

"How old am I?"

"38."

Wang Ying laughed at herself.

"Then how long do you want me to wait?"

"Clang!" "Crack!"

Mo Jun stood up suddenly, and the stool and bowls and chopsticks were overturned to the ground by his large movements, but he didn't care about it. He finally embraced the person of his dreams across the square table.

Nervousness and excitement made him tremble involuntarily. He hugged Wang Ying's arm tangled and controlled his strength. He was afraid that if he hugged Wang Ying too tightly, he would disgust Wang Ying, but also if he hugged him too loosely, he would lose the hard-won touch. bump.

"Don't wait...we won't wait..." Mo Jun whispered in Wang Ying's ear, as if he was afraid that he would scare Wang Ying away by making too much noise.

Wang Ying stretched out his arms carefully, and at the moment he embraced Mo Jun, he was really sure that he was not dreaming, then he got up and pulled Mo Jun into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

No matter how many languages ​​there are, there is no reality of a hug.Possession is the true meaning of love.Waiting, for those who love each other, is a test and a grind.But for them, it's just a waste of time.

How many years are so pale without you.

"Do you know that the bowl you broke is very expensive." After a while, Wang Yingcai said leisurely, but no one wanted to let go.

"I'll just pay you." Mo Junxin said that it was only a bowl, and he could afford it.

"Then you can think about it, you have to accompany me for the rest of my life." Wang Ying made a pun and easily took Mo Jun down.

"Okay. I won't make you wait any longer." Mo Jun said seriously.There is no longer any need for promises between them. The existence of each other is the truest vow.

"Are you still going to work tomorrow..." Mo Jun asked mutteringly.

"Can I have winter vacation?" Wang Ying was speechless.

"Then I'll stay here tonight... okay?" A hug gave Mo Jun encouragement, he didn't want to go back to that cold hut, he just wanted to stay by Wang Ying's side and never leave.

"..." Wang Ying sneered, and took Mo Jun's hand into his own. "Yes. You can do whatever you want." He paused, and continued: "Let's move in together tomorrow, live with you, live with me, it's all fine."

Then, let's be together.

Wait no more.