meet you, meet me

01 The heartbeat that has not yet been pounded

He Junchi is only 27 years old, but he has already lived a life of retirement.

City C is a laid-back city. Although it is a first-tier city, the pace of life is very slow.He Junchi is even more idle, with only four things in his daily life: eating, sleeping, writing, and reading.

In the early morning, He Junchi sat in a small gazebo facing the river in the park.

The little girl from the tea garden came over and asked him, "Mr. He, what do you want to drink today?" The little girl seemed not too awake, and her smile was a little lazy.

He Junchi smiled, and handed the younger sister 50 yuan, "Whatever you want."

A few minutes later, a cup of steaming green water and 20 yuan in change were placed on the table in front of He Junchi.This open-air tea house is not expensive, and it always gives discounts to He Junchi, a regular customer.

On the cobblestone path not far away, there was a group of old men practicing Tai Chi, and He Junchi watched quietly from his wicker chair.He put his hands on the teacup, it was still early spring and a bit cold.

It has been four years, and I still have lingering fears when I think of the person who disappeared from his world completely after leaving behind the words "Let's break up".

He Junchi stopped his thoughts of running around, huddled deeper in the rattan chair, and continued to squint to watch the old men doing Tai Chi.

Me, when I get old one day, I will buy a two-story small building with a garden, and sit in the yard to bask in the sun on sunny days.Write novels in the morning, read prose or essays in the afternoon, pack up and make some food after the sun goes down, and then go to bed, every day is plain but peaceful.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing.What's the difference between this kind of life and now, now I'm basking in the sun, writing novels, and reading books.The only difference is that now I live in a 120-square-meter apartment, basking in the sun on the front balcony in the morning and on the back balcony in the afternoon.

Book, right?

When he went out, he felt that something was missing in his hands, but when he touched his pocket, he had already brought his mobile phone, so he didn't think about it any more.

In this era where everyone has a mobile phone and enjoys playing games anytime, anywhere, He Junchi is an absolute anomaly—he has a mobile phone, but the software on his mobile phone is pitifully small. There are no games, videos, shopping software, or even WeChat. Bo, because—he is a complete handicap when typing on a mobile phone, and his two-handed operation is not even as good as a ten-year-old's slow poking with one finger.

Take it slow, it doesn’t take much time to reply with “OK” after receiving the message, but the tragedy is that he is a chatterbox in his notebook, and if he asks him what the weather is like today, he can’t wait to send it to dozens of provinces and major cities across the country. The weather forecast is broadcast all over again.

He Junchi would bring a book with him every time he drank tea, but he didn't necessarily read it.For example, the "Mountain Dwelling Notes" that I was supposed to bring today, I read it for more than half a year, and only read one-third of it. He sat in the tea garden and spent most of the time in a quiet daze.

However, it is always more comfortable to spread out a book and stare blankly than to stare blankly on the table.I don't know if it is a problem left over from my student days.

He Junchi was bored, so he had to take out his mobile phone and put it on the table.

Just because he's not good at using a mobile phone doesn't mean he doesn't know how to use it.He even has a habit that has lasted for several years - sign in on the post bar.

Once the habit of signing in is formed, it will continue naturally. Even if you don’t read posts or chat, you will definitely sign in.

He Junchi completed the daily sign-in tasks, and was idly playing with his mobile phone. He accidentally entered a post bar, and a post on the home page caught his attention - the host's name seemed familiar to him.

He Junchi thought about it, there must be such a host in the comment section when reading comics.Same nickname, same avatar.

He sent a private message to the host with a snail's speed, the general content was that He Junchi couldn't help with the problem the host mentioned, but maybe someone in the group could help, and he left a group number.

Soon, He Junchi received a reply - "I can't join the group."

what happened?He Junchi checked the group number, and there was nothing wrong, but he still entered this string of numbers in the dialog box again.

This time, the other party replied in seconds, "It still can't be added."

"How about this, you add my penguin, and I will pull you into the group." He Junchi replied.After typing this string of words, he couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead.It's not that the temperature has risen, but that typing this string of characters has cost him a lot of HP.Moreover, he is a standard diving party, and he has only heard that he can attract people into the group. How exactly?Wait, he Baidu first.

I gave the other party a Penguin number, and soon received a request to add a friend.It still has the same nickname and avatar as Tieba.A smile appeared on the corner of He Junchi's mouth. He liked this friend's nickname and profile picture, very much.

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As usual.

He Junchi never talked with that friend again.His Penguin is just an extra silent friend.

There is one and only one such person on his list.

Almost all of his friends were made during the time when he was just chatting and not idle, and they used to chat with each other about the unrealistic future and the dream of competing with the sky.Now most of these friends are abroad.Because of the time difference and the difference in the environment, from less topics to no contact... He Junchi doesn't know whether the dreams of his friends have come true, whether the current life is the future he wanted back then, but he still feels sincerely for being able to meet these friends happy.

As for himself, thinking of the self who once said that he wanted to be a novelist and wanted to write a magnificent novel like "One Piece", he could only smile wryly.The dream has neither come true, nor does it have the blood of the year.

Turning on the computer, He Junchi accidentally entered the post bar again, and the familiar nickname was again on a very prominent position.He clicked in, it was a warm novel, although only a few chapters were updated.He read it twice in one breath. The text was not long, but it took him nearly an hour.

Others read books with their eyes at a glance, but He Junchi read almost silently, reading each word slowly.

He read this article particularly meticulously. He remembered all the plots clearly, and he also analyzed his favorite description techniques in detail.This is the novel he has read most carefully in the past 20 years.There is only one reason, he likes the author's writing style so much!

There is a description in the article about the main character lying in bed, which He Junchi especially likes, he pulls out the keyboard and starts to type in excitement. He typed very slowly on his mobile phone, but he can still read on the computer.After writing down everything he wanted to say and pressing "Send", he was stunned, there were so many!

A few hours later, the author replied. He was pleasantly surprised by the long comment, and gave He Junchi a nickname - Mr. Lai Chuang.

He Junchi looked at the words "Mr. Lai Chuang" and couldn't help but smile. It's really a pampering title.

He went to bed early at night and woke up naturally after seven o'clock in the morning.But occasionally when he read until three or four in the morning, he would stay in bed until noon the next day.

He replied with a smile.Looking up at the window, I caught a glimpse of my own bright smile, only to realize that I was smiling from the beginning to the end when talking to this gradually familiar stranger.

"What's so funny." He winked at himself reflected in the glass window, "Must be drunk."

But he neither drinks nor smokes.

That is loneliness.

But for more than 20 years, he has never known what loneliness is. He reads books and writes novels at dawn, eats when he is hungry, drinks tea when he is free, and goes to sleep when it is dark... Even when he lost his love four years ago, he was not lonely, but it was painful. ...

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After dinner, He Junchi walked slowly to the park as usual, walked around the cobblestone path along the edge of the artificial lake, and then walked home, a total of about six kilometers.Because he walked very slowly, without thinking of anything, and never tired, he called it a real walk.

In the past, He Junchi would take a hot bath after a walk, and then lie on the sofa and listen to music. He likes rock and roll from the 70s, Hong Kong and Taiwan pop songs from the 90s, and movie soundtracks.

Now, after returning home from a walk, He Junchi always takes a quick shower and opens the Post Bar to read the novels serialized by the author Jun (He Junchi didn't know what to call him, so he secretly called him that).

For a period of time, the author updated the novel almost every night at [-] or [-] o'clock. He Junchi also got used to reading the author's novels at this time, and temporarily stopped the music he listened to every night.

For most people, reading a book while listening to music is a great enjoyment.

But putting He Junchi here won't work, he can't listen to music and read a book at the same time.He is a person who, to put it bluntly, is focused and only does one thing at a time.It doesn't sound good, but it's just stupid. He is too stupid, so when reading a book, he will be distracted by music.

However, there are exceptions to everything, such as writing, He Junchi especially likes to listen to songs while writing, but only he knows whether he has listened to it or not, maybe it is just a habit.Just like one of his friends, he would turn on the TV as long as he was at home, and he was used to doing things amidst the lively voices coming from the TV, but it didn't really matter what was playing on the TV.

That night, He Jun sat quietly on the sofa and opened the post bar on his mobile phone (this is also one of He Junchi's recent major changes, he found it very convenient to read novels on his mobile phone).He is the same tonight as he has been every night in recent times, but the author is not quite the same—the novel is not updated tonight.

He Junchi put down his cell phone, took a copy of Maugham's "The Moon and Sixpence", managed to flip through a few pages, but couldn't read it at all.Take Haruki Murakami's "1Q84" again. Murakami is his favorite writer, so it should be fine.But still can't see it at all.

His mind is full of the author's novels, such a simple and clean style of writing, such delicate emotional descriptions.like being in love.

He put down the book, refreshed the posts that had not been updated twice, and left two simple words - "Wait for more".

After eleven o'clock in the evening, the author replied to He Junchi: "I'm going to write now, I made a phone call for three hours, my thoughts are so confused, I feel."

He Junchi watched, and he was captured by a psychological change that he didn't understand—how wonderful, I don't know which lucky friend can chat with him for more than three hours, if I can chat with him for more than three hours, what should I do? How nice.

What he knew at this moment was envy, but what he didn't know was that his heart hadn't been pounding yet.

[To be continued]

The author has something to say: a new pit has been opened~

Update every day at 6:[-] pm

This is the first original long article I posted, all kinds of problems and shortcomings welcome little angels to make bricks

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