Travels

In the same night, some people are in pairs, and some people can't sleep alone.

Xia Wanmu tossed and turned on the fluffy and soft bed, finally gave up the idea of ​​falling asleep, opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Unexpectedly, the first formal face-to-face conversation in eight years would end in such an unhappy situation.She had put in so much thought-building to deal with this moment, but it was all useless.

Yu Qingge was not in the routine she expected from the very beginning.

What does that mean?Mingming was so nonchalant when they met on the stage, without any fluctuations, she almost thought that this person had a heart of stone, and he put the past behind him with peace of mind, as if he was throwing away a handful of ashes and didn't care.

If this is the case, why have you been trying to contact her persistently for eight years?And why didn't you come over and grab her until the end of the first recording, to "listen to your business"?

She raised her right hand and looked at it carefully in mid-air. The silver bracelet was silent in the darkness, and the special reflection of metal on the edge hurt her eyes coldly.

She fiddled with the beads, but couldn't figure out why.Yu Qingge is like a nine-link ring with distinct circles, it looks clear and easy to understand, but how could the rings be intertwined when you get your hands on it, making people confused and puzzled.

The silence in the room made her terrified, and an unreasonable restlessness burned up. She grabbed the bracelet and roughly tore it off, and threw it aside with her backhand.There was a crisp cracking sound from a certain corner, and she subconsciously glanced in that direction, remembering that the material of the bracelet was probably indestructible, so she didn't bother to care about it.

It's been seven days, and this little vacation is about to end. Tomorrow is the recording of a new episode, and they will meet again.Ever since Yu Qingge grabbed her hand and said those angry words that day, she has been waking up angrily in her dreams for the past few nights. Her dreams are always in the corridor of the TV station, with vague music playing indistinctly. The old enemy grabbed his hand and spoke in a low voice.

Damn it, she is like a bomb that bursts out of her dream every night, her anger is as real as it is, and her heart hurts like magma.She hated herself why she just walked away without saying a word?The one who should have stayed and humiliated Yu Qingge ruthlessly, it is rare to have such an opportunity, why not vent it once.I really regret it.

She sat up, fumbled by the bed to find her private phone, unlocked the screen and went to check the mailbox.After holding back for seven days without reading it, who knows if that sullen woman sent another inexplicable message? She had slight expectations in her heart, but was soon suppressed by her resentment.

She wanted to see what tricks this man was playing.

Unexpectedly, the mailbox was empty, messy social software was posted one by one, and there was no information that I wanted to see.Anger was accumulating little by little, she rubbed her temples, gritted her teeth and clicked into WeChat.

In the message box on the top, there have been more than 60 messages from the man with a ponytail. She paused, her brain dominated by anger calmed down a little, and after thinking about it, she crossed over and slid her finger. I dragged down slowly, and finally found what I wanted.

The woman with the cute cat picture on her head has an unread message, just three words lying in the middle of a pile of contacts, which saves her the effort of clicking in to read it.

【sorry. 】

Posted two hours ago and it's still hot.

Xia Wanmu took a deep breath, the veins on his forehead twitched, and he was so angry that he was almost unconscious.She squeezed the cold and hard mobile phone, and there were red marks on her hand with such force.

What's the meaning?What exactly do you mean?She was so anxious that her stomach hurt, she rolled over on the bed a few times, and punched the duvet several times.Suppressed in her heart with nowhere to go, she let go of the strength in her hands, collapsed on the bed, and covered her face powerlessly.

The clock was ticking and ticking, and the usually inaudible sound was loudly played in the dead silent room. She was caught in the heart by the ticking sound, and suddenly had an urge to die and live again.

And guess what?She was fed up with standing still like this, and she didn't want any self-esteem or reserve. She waited for eight years, did she just wait for such an unclear ending?Just tonight, right now, don't run away anymore, she wants to ask Yu Qingge what he is thinking, it doesn't matter whether it is life or death, it is much better than thinking about everything with heart and courage every day.

She got up and sat down, grabbed the phone and dialed a voice message, waiting quietly.

One second, two seconds, just one minute was so hard to bear, she bit her lip, listening to the dull bell ringing over and over again, her heart beating like a drum.

No one answered, and the voice automatically hung up. She pinched the phone and stared blankly at the screen, feeling a sense of transparency in her heart.

What are you thinking, at two o'clock in the middle of the night, are you still looking forward to the ex who broke up 800 years ago, waiting for your call all the time?

She threw herself on the soft bed, closed her eyes and gave up thinking, letting the mechanical ticking occupy her mind.

The cell phone rang at this moment.

Xia Wanmu was startled by the sudden ringtone, and stood up ignorantly, thinking that she was dreaming.But the phone screen lit up, WeChat was vibrating, and she had an inexplicable premonition in her heart. She unlocked it with trembling hands, and the image of a cute blue-eyed cat appeared in her field of vision. It was Yu Qingge who called back.

She stared at the cat for a long time, moved her index finger slowly, and finally pressed the green button.The voice was through, but the person on the other side didn't say a word for a long time. She almost suspected that the person accidentally touched the phone and dialed by mistake.

So she also remained silent, searching for words and not knowing how to speak.My heart was pounding, and there was a faint sound of electricity coming from the microphone, which made my ears numb.

There was cold light leaking in the dark room, accompanied by the inaudible breathing of another person on the other end of the phone, this scene made her dream back to the hundreds of nights she spent together in the past, and they were lingering all night.She didn't know which city Yu Qingge was staying in now, which was tens of millions of kilometers away from her. The mobile phone built a virtual bridge for the two of them. She was here, and that person was on the other side within reach.The tense and bewildered mood gradually subsided in this way, and my heart was at peace. Those days when I was defenseless and only full of joy were like chaotic and fine magnetic chips, which were all attracted to my eyes by the magnetic poles in my hands after the time that had passed away.And the old hatred and anger were stimulated by this long-lost warmth, and they fell off piece by piece like the faded and peeling paint on an old wall.

Time passed slowly, and during the long wait, she realized that Yu Qingge was probably not going to take the initiative to speak, so the usual pity and heroism came out to make trouble again.She was always reluctant to let Yu Qingge suffer a little bit.

She cleared her throat, her tone of voice was neither blunt nor gentle, it sounded a little weird even to herself.

"You want to talk to me, that's fine."

"After the recording ends tomorrow, come to my room at ten o'clock in the evening."

The person at the other end obviously didn't expect things to develop like this, and after a while, he responded in a low voice, and had nothing else to say.

Xia Wanmu held up her mobile phone, wanting to ask her what she meant by that sorry, and also worried about why she hadn't fallen asleep so late, with thousands of words in her heart but she couldn't say anything.They are not that kind of relationship anymore, and Yu Qingge doesn't lack her care, she is the most redundant person in the emotional world.

If you have anything to say, you can wait until tomorrow. She doesn't have the confidence to talk to the person in front of her without seeing the expression on her face, and she is afraid that the wrong expression will cause the wrong meaning.When you are in love, you can understand each other's mind with just one eye contact, but now, looking at each other's eyes may only feel strange.

"That's it, I'm hanging up."

She grabbed the quilt, said she was going to hang up, but didn't move her hands. She still put the phone to her ear and listened quietly, almost greedily guessing every move of the person on the receiver.Although she didn't want to admit it, it had been seven days since the last time she met, and she somewhat missed that person's thin back and indifferent face with very little expression.Yu Qingge is like Pandora's box to her, if you don't touch it, you will be safe, once you open it, it will be out of control.

They didn't hang up on the other side either, the two of them were silent through the microphone, and they went back to the beginning.Xia Wanmu held the phone with complicated emotions, and repeated helplessly: "I'm really dead."

It kind of means that there is no silver here.

There was another "hmm" over there, after a moment of hesitation, a low and cold voice sounded.

"It's late, you sleep well. Good night."

There was a long beep, and the voice was hung up by the other party.Xia Wanmu was taken aback for a moment, not knowing whether to be angry or emotional.

The habit of being a night owl was developed by her since she was a child. When they were still together, Yu Qingge tried every means to get her to go to bed early. If it was too late, she would accompany her to make her eye sockets black, and then in the dim light of the sky Hugged and fell asleep.But there are always times when the two are separated. They will have long conversations on the phone on their lonely nights. Yu Qingge is too tired to close his eyes. Only then can I relax.Sometimes Yu Qingge fell asleep before the phone was hung up. Hearing the steady breathing of the person on the phone, her heart was filled with tenderness, and she remained blissfully awake until late at night.Later, Yu Qingge found out, and quickly changed her strategy. After urging her to sleep well, she would hang up cleanly, lest she stay up late while talking on the phone.

It has been ten years, from teammates to lovers to strangers after breaking up for eight years, and now they meet again.She was dizzy by the sudden changes from time to time like riding a roller coaster. When she reached the end point, her hands and feet were weak and her mind was dizzy. She didn't know what face to use to meet Yu Qingge again.But how could Yu Qingge be so nonchalant, and still show that she understands and cares about her as innocently as she did at the beginning?

It's ironic, every sweet and beautiful thing in love is done after breaking up, and it seems to have become a weapon against her. She was stabbed severely by Yu Qingge's concern regardless of time and occasion, and rolled out The blood beads are bright red.

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