disappearing light years

Writing is a painful and time-consuming thing, but late life is more and more enjoyable. This is different from life. After all, it is the world under his control. He can do whatever he wants the protagonist to do. When he is happy, the protagonist will warmly share with him If you are with someone, if you are unhappy, you will punish him, betrayals and misunderstandings come one after another, and dog blood is sprinkled in fistfuls.

After the fourth issue was finished, Chi Mu also felt that he had accidentally made the protagonist a little bit miserable in the overwhelming emails of complaints from readers, and he encountered unkind people almost every time. decent home.He pulled out those "unsexy" characters in the past one by one, compared them, and finally picked the one that was pleasing to the eye and began to shape its positive image.

However, as the story progresses, Chi Mu strangely finds that the protagonist in the story is more and more like himself, and the "unsexy" male number two he finally chose to portray a positive image also overlaps with a certain shadow in his memory .

He is arrogant, but his personality is not bad, he is cold, but he can smile at others; he always pretends to be strong on the surface, but in fact he just hides the fragility in his heart well; he has been hurt before, so he accidentally hurt others in order to protect himself He was worried about gains and losses, and wrote many letters to the protagonist, but he couldn't say what he really wanted to say because of his face.

"What a tangled couple." He Xiaoli said after seeing the original manuscript, "Chi Mu, are you sure that the person who is finally settled is not Jiang Yuchen's incarnation?"

He Xiaoli has now completely become a loyal reader of late. One of the benefits of getting to know the original author is that he can read the original manuscript as soon as possible, without having to wait for the monthly serialization.

Faced with this problem, Chi Mu wanted to deny it, but felt it was unnecessary, so he simply acquiesced, it looks like it, no matter how similar it is, it is just a novel, and one definition of a novel is that it can never become a reality.

Seeing that no matter how many questions he asked, He Xiaoli didn't get a definite answer, so he stopped talking too much, or in other words, he didn't have time to talk too much.He recently got rid of his leisurely life like a pig, and started to busy himself, but he was busy not with work, but with something that he might only be busy with once in his life: Xiang Lang's mother passed away.

Although there is no shortage of miracles in this world, miracles are not like Chinese cabbage at two yuan a catty in the supermarket. It will come when you need it.He Xiaoli has never been tired of treating Xiang Lang's mother, staying in the best ward and using the best medicine, but as time goes by, this tug-of-war with the god of death still loses one after another.

Not long ago, her condition showed signs of gradually improving, but within a few days, it took a sharp turn for the worse. The critical illness notice alone was issued three times. Xiang Lang stayed by the bedside day and night. Lost a lot of weight.

Xiang Lang once expressed to the doctor that he wanted to undergo bone marrow transplantation, but unfortunately this request was rejected. The doctor's reason was that the patient was not treated in time at the early stage of the disease, and he had been receiving chemotherapy. The patient is also old, and if he hastily operated on, it is very likely that he will die on the operating table due to heart failure halfway through the operation.

The superficial meaning of the doctor's words is very clear, and the implicit meaning is also very clear. Now they are just doing their best and obeying the destiny. If it can be delayed for a few days, it is better for your family members to prepare for the funeral earlier.

In those few days, Xiang Lang never left the hospital bed. He Xiaoli was lazy for so long, and he took on the heavy responsibility of taking care of the two of them, spinning like a spinning top.

Xiang Lang's mother passed away on a sunny morning. She seemed to be in good spirits that day, and even finished a large bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Then she looked at Xiang Lang and He Xiaoli beside the bed, and said something talk.

Chi Mu didn't know the content of those words, but he could guess that the old man was dying and caring for his orphans. He felt sorry for the parents all over the world. The thing he couldn't let go of was his own child. With He Xiaoli by Xiang Lang's side, she Walked very peacefully.

The funeral was simplified according to the old man's request, and there were no relatives in their family. He Xiaoli chose a good cemetery, and invited several old mages to recite the mantra of rebirth during the burial.Holding a bouquet of white flowers, Xiang Lang stood upright in a black suit, his eyes were red, and Chi Mu, who came to the funeral, looked a little sad.

Chi Mu said to He Xiaoli: "You should keep the snacks from now on."

He Xiaoli lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't need you to tell me that he has no other relatives besides me now."

Chi Mu was silent for a while, He Xiaoli suddenly took off the two strings of wooden rosary beads on his right wrist, and said, "This is for you."

The wooden rosary exuded a faint fragrance. Chi Mu remembered that this was the time he bought a music box for Jiang Yuchen. He Xiaoli bought it at a shop along the way. The boss recommended that the material used to make it was Lian Lizhi, which secretly meant to protect the marriage.

Chi Mu said: "Didn't you buy this thing as a gift to Xiang Lang, why are you giving it to me now?"

"After I bought it back, I wore it by myself. I always felt tired of sending such inexplicable things. After thinking about it, what the boss said was not unreasonable." He Xiaoli nodded, "Chi Mu, do you know?" , Knowing you and Yan Shuo for so many years, I always thought that you would be the first one to settle down among the three of us."

"I used to think I was, but I didn't expect to lose to you now." Chi Mu rubbed his nose and smiled.

"You know that I am an atheist and a [-]% materialist, so I never believed what the boss said to fool me, and I didn't think that the beads made of wood could be useful. But now I can't say, maybe, the world Maybe there is something so mysterious and mysterious in the world."

He Xiaoli took Chi Mu's palm and stuffed two strings of rosary beads into it.

"Take it, I don't need this thing now, and it might bring you good luck."

The warm feel of the round wooden beads lay on the palm, and some incomprehensible symbols were engraved on it.

He slipped the rosary around his wrist, and it was just the right size.

"hope so."

After the funeral, Chi Mu drove home alone. He made a special detour and found the store where he bought music boxes from his memory. He only stopped the car and found out that the store had moved away and it was now open. It was a cake shop, and a young girl stood behind the glass window with a red face, and her bright yellow bib was very youthful.

He got out of the car and bought an egg tart, and inquired about the whereabouts of the original store. The clerk shook his head and couldn't figure it out. In the end, the manager came out and explained that the owner who ran the wooden boutique had moved abroad. It is said that the children made a lot of money outside, so they specially took their father out to enjoy the blessings.

When Chi Mu walked out of the shop, the wind blew from one end of the street to the other, bringing a little bit of coolness, and a piece of yellowing leaves swirled and fell on his feet. He didn't expect this year's autumn to come so soon.

Under the shade of the trees on the side of the road, there was a girl singing with a guitar in her arms. She was dressed in a very ordinary white T-shirt and jeans, but she was wearing a cowboy hat with rivets, which gave off an alternative youthful look.Her voice is very thin, sweet, and very penetrating. Accompanied by the melodious sound of the guitar, Chi Mu heard her sing: "Everyone is everyone's passer-by, and everyone is everyone's miss."

He stopped in his tracks and listened carefully to the girl's singing across the street. It didn't seem to be a popular song, but more like a folk song, with a clean tone and fresh words.The girl noticed Chi Mu, she didn't stop singing, she just smiled, her smile was bright.Chi Mu walked across the street and put the egg tart she just bought into the big bag next to the girl. The girl bowed to thank her, and the tune of the guitar became a little lighter.

"To My Dear One" has officially entered the final stage, but the late writing has become more and more painful. There is always a sign that the plot cannot be controlled, and the characters in the story are about to break away from his control and develop independently. He simply stopped writing for a while , take care of your thoughts.He Xiaoli also took advantage of his free time to give full play to the functions of the madam, and kept introducing partners to Chi Mu.

The date list that has been listed has successfully squeezed into his late life. He has also been on several dates. There are many men with excellent conditions, but the two of them sit face to face, drink tea, eat, chat, and do everything they need to do. I did it, but I lacked some feeling.In the next few days, Chi Mu simply turned off all the appointments. According to what he said, doing these things now is a waste of effort, some things are yours, even if you don't look for them, you didn't run away.

He Xiaoli would sometimes ask him, I don't believe you have such a high vision now, what kind of person do you like?

What kind of person do I like?It took Chi Mu a long time to sort out the following answer: He must have eyes that cannot hide his emotions, the corners of his eyes will be bent when he smiles, and he likes to frown when he falls asleep; Steady tone, lower when angry, higher when happy; he won't give me romantic things, but most of the gifts are practical, such as a Charlie Brown key ring, or a durable suitcase; he will take me on an early morning excursion West Lake, take pictures with Polaroid, discuss Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, Ruan Yu and Su Xiaoxiao on the third bridge; he will make cakes with me, after failure, even if I give up, he will He will try slowly by himself until he finds the most correct formula; when the two places are separated, he will write me many, many letters about missing him, and none of them really express his true feelings; he occasionally has hypocrisy For some cherished things, I am obviously afraid of losing them, but I have to pretend that I don't care.

He Xiaoli stared blankly at the back, and said: "You have said so much, but you actually want to tell me that that person is Jiang Yuchen, right? He is so good. After so long, he still misses you so much?"

Chi Mu said: "It shouldn't be a question of good or bad. Besides, if you ask me to say it now, I can't tell what's wrong with him. Before this, I never believed that a person's life would be destined. The so-called unswerving love is mostly written in the novels, full of the author's longing, unbelievable. But now I recall the past, and I have to admit that maybe only the "destiny" can be found in just a few short years. In the month of getting along, looking at ten thousand years, everything before has become a foreshadowing, and everything after has become a general."

He Xiaoli said: "Since this is the case, why are you still staying here? Go find him. If someone else preempts you, you won't cry to death."

Chi Mu smiled, "If I go to him, can I guarantee that the gap that appeared between the two of us before will not reappear again? Things in the world will never be as beautiful as imagined, I compare Be pragmatic, many things worth remembering, just keep them in your heart, and when you get old, it will be warm when you think about it.”

He asked He Xiaoli for a cigarette, and the strong breath made him squint his eyes.

"It's not bad to keep the status quo, today is today, and tomorrow, tomorrow will still be the next day."