There is a breeze in long summer

At a friend gathering, Mo Jingyi chatted with Gu Wendong, and inadvertently mentioned that Wen Qiu had published many articles and so on.The speaker had no intention, but the listener had intentions, her words were impartial, and Xia Yiqun happened to listen to her.

From then on, Xia Yiqun paid attention to this matter and began to collect newspapers and periodicals that published Wen Qiu's articles.

For Xia Yiqun, this is an opportunity for him to slowly come out of the grief of losing Wen Qiu, and to have the opportunity to take the initiative to understand Wen Qiu, which Xia Yiqun never tried to understand in the past.Xia Yiqun eagerly wants to know what Wen Qiu likes and what he hates; Xia Yiqun also wants to know what efforts Wen Qiu has made for academic research during many days and nights, in places where he cannot see, and how much he spends in his spare time. which hobbies.

From those typefaces, Xia Yiqun really made many novel discoveries, and gradually he was able to describe a more vivid and complete Wen Qiu in his mind.

At first, Wen Qiu submitted articles to a variety of objects, including academic journals and popular books. Xia Yiqun spent a lot of time collecting these things.With the passage of time, Wen Qiu's writing has gained a bit of fame, and the objects of submissions have also stabilized.Among the newspapers and magazines that Wen Qiu regularly contributes to, "Today's News" has published the most articles, almost two or three articles are published every month.This cooperative relationship lasted until Wenqiu was hospitalized last spring.

Whenever Xia Yiqun has free time, he will dig out Wen Qiu's published articles, even if he just reads a few lines at random.He was all too familiar with the name "Wang Qiu Xian Ling": it was the pseudonym Wen Qiu used when writing a column in Today's News.

There are various kinds of newspapers subscribed for the teachers in the office. Because of Wen Qiu, Xia Yiqun has a particularly good impression of "Today's News".Although knowing that it is impossible to see the text signed "Wang Qiu Xian Ling", every time I go to the office, I still can't help but read it.

These things have become Xia Yiqun's little habits that are unknown to outsiders.

The more Xia Yiqun knew about Wen Qiu, the more moved he was; the more moved, the more regretful he was.He regretted why he always set his eyes on other places at the beginning, and it would be a waste to stay with his lover who had been with him for several years; The person showed such a sad and hopeless expression.

Xia Yiqun was sitting in front of the desk at the moment, looking at the diary and a newspaper spread out in front of him, frowning deeply.

Today, Xia Yiqun, as usual, finished the work at hand, picked up the "Today's News" just delivered by the reception room, and flipped through it as usual.Unexpectedly, the literary review in the upper right corner of the literature and art edition was signed with four words:

Look forward to autumn first.

Xia Yiqun was extremely astonished, his first reaction was that the editor made a mistake.

He immediately began to read the contents, not letting go of the punctuation marks.

The result is more and more shocking.

Xia Yiqun has long been familiar with the things Wen Qiu wrote, and is very familiar with Wen Qiu's habit of choosing words and making sentences.As for the article in front of me, it definitely wasn't a mistake in the signature, and it couldn't even be a prank, it was clearly written by Wen Qiu himself!

Xia Yiqun read the article carefully again, and suddenly remembered something, and took out a diary that looked a bit overused from the drawer.Those were some random things that Wen Qiu used to write down in his spare time in the past, sometimes they were just a few words, and sometimes there were some long-winded essays, in order to record the inspiration that suddenly flashed in his mind in time.

Xia Yiqun anxiously turned over one page after another, the rustling sound of the paper made people feel even more restless.

Xia Yiqun flipped through it like this for an indeterminate amount of time, and finally stopped: Yes, it is here, and the content of this article published in the newspaper is completely consistent, even some sentences are highly similar.

When the two broke up, Wen Qiu's notebook fell into Xia Yiqun's residence. Later, it became one of the few Wen Qiu's relics in Xia Yiqun's hands, and was preserved by Xia Yiqun as a treasure.It stands to reason that the contents of this book are unlikely to be known by others. Why did it suddenly turn into typeface when it had been dusty for a long time, and after Wen Qiu passed away more than a year ago, it was published openly in a newspaper under his pen name?

Xia Yiqun couldn't figure it out at all.

In Lin Changqing's anticipation, Saturday finally arrived.

Mo Jingyi thought that since she was acting, she should perform a full set, so she made an appointment with Lin Changqing to meet at the gate of the newspaper office at two o'clock in the afternoon, and then set off from there to visit Wen Liping's house.

"Don't be so quick to call me mom later." When walking through the gate of the community, Mo Jingyi reminded Lin Changqing for the first time, "You must call me auntie, and remember, it's auntie."

Lin Chang was impatient early in the morning, and he couldn't listen to it, so he just walked in with his head depressed.

Mo Jingyi smiled and shook her head, and followed quickly.

Soon, the two arrived at the door of Wen Liping's house.

"Before I introduce you, don't talk." The pressure to lie was too great, and Mo Jingyi felt that she was about to become a nagging mother.

"Yeah, I won't talk." Lin Changqing nodded straight.

The two exchanged a look of confirmation, and Mo Jingyi knocked on the door.

"Aunt Wen..." As soon as the door opened, Mo Jingyi was calling someone affectionately, but found that the person who came was not Wen Liping, and her half-open mouth froze there.

After a strange silence for a few seconds, Mo Jingyi and the man asked in unison: "Why are you?"

What Mo Jingyi asked was Xia Yiqun who came to open the door.

Xia Yiqun asked Lin Changqing who was following behind Mo Jingyi.

Under Xia Yiqun's gaze, there was nothing to hide, and Lin Changqing's face was extremely ugly.From the moment he saw Xia Yiqun, he started to build up his mind, and finally ran away without running away.

"Is it Jingyi?" Wen Liping's voice came out.

It was Li Zhiqiu who arrived at the door at the same time as the voice.

Mo Jingyi likes to bring small gifts to Li Zhiqiu the most, so he has an extraordinary enthusiasm for this big sister's visit.He had the sharpest ears, and he had already heard that Mo Jingyi was outside the door, so he couldn't sit still, so he rushed out to meet the door screaming.

"Auntie Wen, it's me!" Mo Jingyi thought of her plan, didn't bother to care about Xia Yiqun anymore, rubbed Li Zhiqiu's little head with one hand, and pulled Lin Changqing with the other, and entered the door.

"Are you busy recently?" Wen Liping came out of the kitchen with the peeled fruit, only to realize that Mo Jingyi didn't come by herself, and there was a young man behind her, "This is..."

"Oh, this is my junior, Lin Changqing, who is doing an internship at our newspaper office. I came here right after working overtime at the newspaper office. The things I brought are a bit heavy, so please help me carry them. I'll sit with him for a while Just go, you don't mind." Mo Jingyi moved out the remarks she had prepared, and then winked at Lin Changqing.

"Hello, Auntie!" Lin Changqing came back to his senses and hurriedly greeted her.

Ever since Mo Jingyi brought someone in, Xia Yiqun kept standing behind Lin Changqing with his hands in his pockets, wanting to see what the student was up to this time.

It was a bit too close to Xia Yiqun, so close that he could even feel the heat on his body, Lin Changqing felt like a glow on his back, and hurriedly carried the big and small bags in his hand to the kitchen, wishing to be as far away from Xia Yiqun as possible.

"Bringing so many things again... you are really a child, just like Bentong, you don't listen to it no matter how many times you say it." Wen Liping complained with a smile, and said, "Today you and Xiaoxia are staying for dinner .——It's decided like that, no excuses!"

Lin Changqing put his things away and came out of the kitchen.Wen Liping turned around and saw his flushed face, and her heart moved: "Good boy, thank you for your hard work. You can also stay for dinner today, and Auntie will show you something."

"Okay, okay!" Lin Changqing agreed with his nose sore.

Xia Yiqun walked up to Lin Changqing at some point, and said to him in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You answered very quickly, you're welcome."

"Auntie asked me to stay, you don't care, Mr. Xia, Teacher." Lin Changqing really couldn't understand Xia Yiqun's way of fighting against him everywhere, and said the word "Teacher Xia" very emphatically.

"Huh? Teacher Xia?" Wen Liping heard Lin Changqing calling Xia Yiqun his teacher, and asked curiously, "Yiqun, do you know this kid too?"

"Well, he is my student. Not only do I know him, Xiao Qiu also knows him." Xia Yiqun feared that the world would not be chaotic, so he dragged Li Zhiqiu into it, and lowered his head and asked him, "We ate KFC with this brother before, Xiao Qiu. Do you remember Qiu?"

"Oh! Remember! Big brother said, I can only eat one strawberry sundae at a time, but as long as I listen to my parents, I will take me to eat it in the future!" Li Zhiqiu's memory has always been full of foodie feelings .

"Very good, very good. Since we are both acquaintances, let's talk first. I'll go and see if the fish is steamed." Wen Liping turned and went back to the kitchen.

The few lines of dialogue just now completely exceeded the scope of Mo Jingyi's script: Didn't Lin Changqing avoid Xia Yiqun like a snake?Why are you still taking Li Zhiqiu to KFC with him?

She didn't like this feeling of being out of control, so she gave Lin Changqing a look, with an expression of "I'll tell my sister honestly later".

Xia Yiqun squatted down, and whispered to Li Zhiqiu to go back to his room to play. When Fu stood up again, he saw Mo Jingyi and Lin Changqing winking.

It seemed that there was something tricky, Xia Yiqun asked: "What kind of tricks are you playing?"

"No...no!" Lin Changqing hastily denied.

Mo Jingyi hated that iron could not be made into steel, and felt that Lin Changqing was too cowardly in front of Xia Yiqun, and had no talent as an actor at all.In a blink of an eye, he realized that Xia Yiqun seemed to be asking himself, and immediately felt guilty following him.

"I was looking for you for something, and I just met you here, so I just told you straight." Xia Yiqun's mind was full of newspaper matters, and he didn't care about Lin Changqing, so he asked straightforwardly, "Yesterday's "Today's News" literary column Why is there an article signed "Wang Qiu Xian Ling" published? Do you know what happened?"

Mo Jingyi yelled in her heart.The day before yesterday, when Lin Changqing's article was used to fill the page, a colleague asked her about her signature, and she sent Wen Qiu's previous pen name without thinking about it.

Not to mention Mo Jingyi, when Xia Yiqun opened his mouth, Lin Changqing's heart also rose.

After organizing the language a bit, Mo Jingyi replied: "Yesterday, a special writer suddenly fell ill, and that column almost opened the skylight, so I used the preparation."

"You sent the manuscript? Didn't you jump to social news? Why are you still managing the literature and art section?" Xia Yiqun continued to ask.

Mo Jingyi wanted to slap her own mouth: why do you say that "I" prepared the manuscript?

It was just such a small detail that Xia Yiqun couldn't let go of.Mo Jingyi had no choice but to continue making up the story: "That's because... the quality of the manuscript preparation over there is not high. My old colleague asked me for a favor. Is there any problem?"

"Then tell me, why is the content of this article almost exactly the same as that of an article in Wen Qiu's diary? ——It was written by Wen Qiu himself. In my hand. As far as I know, the contents inside should have never been seen by anyone except me. Please explain, what's going on?" Xia Yiqun pressed on step by step.

Hearing what Xia Yiqun said, Lin Changqing's heart moved.

It turned out that Xia Yiqun didn't throw away his own things, but kept them properly?

But instead he was frightened again.

Xia Yiqun's thinking was too meticulous, and he didn't let go of even the slightest clues.Lin Changqing felt that the combination of himself and Mo Jingyi might not be able to match Xia Yiqun.If he continues to ask this question, it is estimated that he will not be far from wearing a gang.

Mo Jingyi signaled Lin Changqing not to mess up with her eyes, and then said firmly to Xia Yiqun: "You think that you are the only one who has what Wen Qiu left behind? I'm not allowed to have it? Senior, what's the use of keeping those things? You have Didn't ask Wen Qiu for his opinion, would he be willing to leave it to you?"

Having said that, Mo Jingyi stopped talking.She thought with all her heart that even if Xia Yiqun asked her for the so-called "things left behind by Wen Qiu", Lin Changqing could easily fool them by letting Lin Changqing write something casually.The last two sentences were said out of the box, and they were a bit too aggressive. They didn't go through their brains when they said them, but they felt inappropriate after they were said.

Xia Yiqun finally stopped asking, Lin Changqing only said that Mo Jingyi had finally fulfilled the previous lie, and felt a little relieved.Just when he was going to play with Li Zhiqiu, he unexpectedly saw Xia Yiqun's hands hanging by his side, his fists clenched, trembling slightly, his knuckles were glaringly white.

"Jingyi, do you...really have Wen Qiu's stuff?" After a long silence, Xia Yiqun suddenly asked.

Mo Jingyi knew that she probably provoked Xia Yiqun, so she replied with little confidence: "Ah... yes... some... just... not too much..."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Xia Yiqun was obviously suppressing some emotions, and he said in a trembling voice, "Is it also a note? No no... even... there is only one manuscript... even a piece of paper... can you ……give it to me……"

Xia Yiqun's voice was extremely hoarse, it hardly seemed like his own voice.

Although Mo Jingyi had heard about Xia Yiqun's unstable mood for a long time, she was still very shocked when she saw Xia Yiqun's state with her own eyes.

Lin Changqing was not shocked, he just didn't understand.

When the two were still together in the past, Lin Changqing's heart and eyes were full of Xia Yiqun, and he loved him so much that he could understand every expression and every movement of this person.

But at this moment, Lin Changqing couldn't see through Xia Yiqun for the first time.

Lin Changqing remained silent, standing not far nor close to Xia Yiqun, and asked in his heart: Why?

Why do you show such a face?

what are you thinking now

Did you think of me?

What was your expression when you heard the news of my death?

Do you feel that you can finally get rid of me completely, or is it a little bit sad?

But that doesn't matter to me at all.

After all, I am dead.

Who are you showing this look to?

It's ridiculous.