Cross the sea

Today is a bit short (I wish everyone a happy holiday) I don’t know how many times a person will regret it in his life.

When Li Chengyun was a child, Li Chengyun fell in love with two car toys, and Zhen Wei sat on the white sofa in the store with her feet crossed, and the disposable paper cup in her hand was stained with lipstick.

"Two can only buy one."

Zhen Wei smiled and said, "Choose by yourself."

Li Chengyun no longer remembers why he chose the big red forklift. He only remembers that he started to regret not long after leaving the toy store. He looked up at Zhen Wei and wanted to go back and change. Zhen Wei kept walking, and the sound of high heels was on the ground Garage treads echoed high and low.

"Didn't you choose it yourself?"

Zhen Wei stuffed the box in Li Chengyun's arms, the oversized outer packaging almost covered Li Chengyun's whole body, he could only see Zhen Wei's face by tilting his head.

Only when he thinks he made a wrong choice will he regret it. Li Chengyun is unwilling to admit that he made a wrong choice. Even if the time goes back four years, between Zhen Wei and He Zhen who are lying in a pool of blood, he will still choose Zhen Wei.

So looking at He Zhen with a calm face now, Li Chengyun seemed to be relieved, they will always come to this point.

"Are you afraid that I will promise him?"

Li Chengyun lit a cigarette, and the blue smoke filled the gap between the two of them. They looked at each other in the white smoke, and Li Chengyun looked at him with a smile: "That's not true, it's just that the date between you two may have to be another day."

"Aunt Ping is going to the hospital for a reexamination tonight, and she will take insulin by the way."

Li Chengyun held the cigarette between his fingers, raised his eyebrows lightly, "Aren't you going to ask the doctor about the situation, son?"

Li Chengyun stood leaning against the billboard, his hand holding the cigarette hanging by his side, the trembling ash fell to the ground when he saw Hezhen's slightly frowned brows, and precisely hit the dark green moss between the cracks of the bricks.

He didn't check the weather forecast when he went out. He didn't know if it was the overcast weather that made Li Chengyun's chest a little tight. He lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette, and when he looked up again, Li Chengyun's eyes bent down again.

"Don't look at me that way."

Li Chengyun said, "I'm just giving you back the tricks you used on me before."

Li Chengyun didn't know how He Zhen explained it to Yuan Jianan, but according to Yuan Jianan's personality, he should say "It's okay, your mother's matter is important", "It's the same when I come out next time", "Tell me what's going on"

Li Chengyun no longer looked at Hezhen standing at the door of the department, but stared up at the snow-white ceiling in a daze.

The restless trance time was interrupted by the vibrating mobile phone. Li Chengyun took out the mobile phone, glanced at the caller ID and pressed the connect button.

The other end of the phone was very quiet, and occasionally the sound of cars whizzing by could be heard. Li Xiangting cleared his throat and said with a smile, "Do you regret not seeing Ye Qiao last time?"

"I just said, Ye Qiao must be the girl you like. Your Uncle Ye has two concert tickets. Next Thursday, you will go with Ye Qiao."

Someone in the corridor accidentally knocked down the medicine cart, and the medicine bottles of various colors fell to the ground with a clatter, and rolled along the clean ground for a long distance.

Li Chengyun stared at the nurse who was squatting on the ground picking up things, and said quietly into the microphone: "Next Thursday is my mother's death day."

The short silence of the opposite person allowed Li Chengyun to find a gap to breathe. After Zhen Wei passed away, he really didn't have much time to breathe.

"The concert is at night, you go to pick up Ye Qiao after seeing your mother in the morning..."

Li Xiangting's voice softened, "And if your mother sees Ye Qiao, she will also hope that the two of you can be together."

This absurd statement made Li Chengyun laugh out loud. He lowered his body and put his elbows on his knees: "Dad, don't you want to laugh after you finish talking? My mother probably just wants me to go down to accompany her."

"Death cannot be brought back to life, and those who are alive need to live well."

The hospital corridor was too bright, Li Chengyun felt dizzy, he stood up and walked into the stairwell, and sat on the steps.

"Did you know she had postpartum depression?"

Li Chengyun heard his own voice echoing in the stairwell, reminding him of the record that Zhen Wei always played at home before, the voice was sharp, with the sound of electricity, it sounded gloomy, just like Zhen Wei, beautiful And lingering.

After Zhen Wei's death, the police came to the house to investigate. Li Xiangting chose to avoid it in order to minimize the damage of public opinion. It was Li Chengyun who opened the door.

They pried open Zhen Wei's safe in the closet. Apart from the gold bars on the top, the inside contained her medical records and long-expired medicine bottles.

Shen Tingyu was right, he was the instigator of Zhen Wei's death, and her death was doomed from his birth.

"I took her to see it, but she didn't cooperate at all. She said she was fine."

Li Xiangting's mood was a little irritated. When his ex-wife committed suicide, when he mentioned it again, only the only negative emotions were left swirling in the bottle, and Li Chengyun smashed the bottle.

"Aunt Ping is very poor."

Li Chengyun said calmly, "How could I marry you?"

After saying the last word, Li Chengyun hung up the phone and threw the phone on the ground by the way.

The long silence calmed down the voice-activated lights above his head. Li Chengyun sat on the steps, trying to breathe heavily, but his chest seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't do it.

When a person is suffocating, the flow of time is like stepping on the gas pedal to the bottom, the blood flows back, and the hands and feet feel cold.

At this time, the person who pushed the door became the only buffer in Li Chengyun's life.

The harsh light cast long strips on the concrete floor, the door opened and closed, and He Zhen stood in front of him, holding a brown paper bag in his hand.

When He Zhen walked in, the overhead lights turned on again, and his hands blocked most of the glare, giving Li Chengyun a chance to look up.

"Are you going?"

He Zhen didn't speak, he raised his hand, and lightly touched the end of Li Chengyun's eyes: "You are crying."

He Zhen squatted down slowly, and looked at Li Chengyun at the same level, "Do you need me to comfort you?"

In the rapidly passing time, Li Chengyun easily remembered the details that he couldn't remember after repeated replays. He looked at He Zhen, stretched out his hand, and put it lightly on He Zhen's head.

"It really feels like the stray dog ​​downstairs in my house."

Still the same conversation, but no one picks up again: so is it cute.