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In the early morning of the next day, what woke Xiaoman up was the sound of steel and concrete colliding on the construction site opposite the rental house. Before seven o’clock, the muck truck had already run back and forth in front of the window several times, rumbling, no matter how good the sleep was, it was impossible to stay asleep Got it.

The rain outside has stopped, taking away the dust from the sky, but the air outside will soon become gray, at least not this morning, the cottony morning light is mixed with damp rain and dew, spilling into the cabin through the wooden window On the floor of the room, two slanted silver bright areas are reflected.

Xiaoman took a shower after waking up. As usual, he walked to the calendar first, and reached out to tear off the page from yesterday. For some reason, Li Xiwei's appearance flashed before his eyes. Tear it up, fold that page into the calendar, and fix it again.

Xiaoman looked at today's date on the calendar and he circled it with a red pen.

Friday, November 5nd.

Auspicious: making stoves, offering sacrifices, praying for blessings.

Inauspicious: break ground, go to office, travel.

Xiaoman looked at the taboo on the calendar and pursed his lips. Although he didn't believe it, he was indeed planning to go out today. It was a trip that was not too far away. It was a western suburb [-] kilometers away from the center of Nancheng City. There is a Puring Mountain in the western suburbs, and he is going to a villa in the middle of the mountain——

Bihu Lanting.

On the wall facing the end of Xiaoman's bed is a huge map of Nancheng City, including the surrounding counties and prefectures. There are many circles marked with red pens on it. The addresses in all the circles have one thing in common , that is, they all have the word "court".

On the note that Li Ran left for him before he left, there was only a broken word "Ting" and "Number 38".

I've searched all the places I could find, and Bihu Lanting is the last place.

For this trip, Xiaoman asked his manager Zhao Liang for leave last Friday. He has never asked for leave since he worked. What he wrote on the leave note was a private matter. Zhao Liang asked him if it was something urgent, but Xiaoman didn't nod. Shaking his head, he was criticized by Zhao Liang for half an hour.

Zhao Liang said that the office period is the peak season, and the hotel is employing a large number of people. He asked for leave at this time, and there was one less employee. He also said that he should correct his work attitude. After two years, he still has a chance to be promoted. In the end, he was reluctant May signed his leave slip.

Xiaoman just lowered his head and listened carefully. Zhao Liang entered the hotel at the same time as him, and now he is the manager of the room department, but he is still doing room cleaning. He has worked in the hotel for more than two years, but the salary is lower than when he first started. Sometimes it's a hundred more per month.

He knew that he couldn't have a chance to be promoted, because he couldn't speak and couldn't be promoted.

Xiaoman is too aware of his shortcomings, and he has no academic qualifications or other skills. In the past, all he thought about was how to have enough food and a place to sleep at night. Fortunately, he later met Zheng Lan, Zheng Lan He is the dean of the orphanage. He grew up beside Zheng Lan from the age of 13 to 17, and many of them were deaf-mute children who were abandoned by others. Zheng Lan taught him sign language.

Originally, he could use the vacation time to find someone else, but Zheng Lan just founded a school for the deaf a month ago. There are not many teaching staff in the school, and more are volunteers, so he goes to the school to help during the holidays .

His current job was also introduced by Zheng Lan, so he never fights or grabs it. He does his work steadily and never complains. He is grateful to have such a job.

Before going out, Xiaoman deliberately found out of the closet a pair of clothes that he didn't usually wear, a white shirt and a pair of black trousers. For this trip, they had just been washed a few days ago. Although they were not new, they hadn't been worn a few times. , There was still a hotel event where they were required to wear formal clothes, so he went to the mall to buy them himself, and the price was not cheap for him.

After changing his clothes, he pulled the seams of his trousers, turned around in front of the mirror, and hurried out the door after feeling that there was nothing to take care of. He was motion sick, so he didn't eat breakfast, and caught the earliest bus.

Bihu Lanting is far away, and Xiaoman lives in the east, almost crossing the whole city, and has to take the bus three times to reach the foot of Puring Mountain, and then walk, a place he has never been to, but the route is already in his heart Been there many times.

Although motion sickness stickers were posted, Xiaoman was still very dizzy when he got off the car, his face was pale, and after getting off the car, he squatted on the side of the road, vomiting acid water, and finally suppressed the vomit that was constantly surging in his stomach, and rested It took a while to get better.

The nausea subsided, the sun was facing the top of his head, circles of halos fell, and the collar of the newly changed white shirt was also wet, suddenly becoming less decent.

When he finally found the entrance of the villa area, before he even entered the gate, the security guards stopped him outside.

"Outsiders are not allowed to enter casually. You can ask the owner to pick you up. There is indeed No. 38 here, but it is divided into A, B, and C areas."

Xiao Man was here to find someone. If he had contact information, why would he not hear from him for seven years.

Xiaoman communicated with the security guard on paper for a long time, even if he said that it would not work to press the ID card at the door.

During the stalemate, a siren sounded from the side and rear of Xiaoman. He was afraid that he would be in the way, so he leaned to the side of the road and looked back following the sound. It was a black high-end luxury car. Xiaoman had seen it when he was working in the hotel. The first time this kind of car was parked in front of the hotel, the doorman would walk quickly to the car and lean over to wait by the door. People who can sit in the car are generally either rich or expensive.

The rear window of the black car was open, and Xiaoman met the playful eyes who were sitting in the backseat with the corners of his eyes bent. It was the boy from last night. Xiaoman thought it was a coincidence that he ran into him again, and also saw Li Xiwei The irritability in his eyes couldn't be ignored.

Li Xiwei rested his fingers on the edge of the car window. Of course he was irritable. Just after class, he received a call from the driver at home, saying that he was already at the school gate, and Li Pei told him to go home for lunch.

As soon as I drove to the door, I ran into the little mute from last night. He didn't want to go home at all, so it happened to be time to hang out with him.

Li Xiwei raised his chin at Xiao Man, "Little dumb, have we met again so soon? Look at the big sun today, the light is so bright, it shouldn't make you mistaken."

Xiaoman looked up, the sun was very bright, his forehead was sweating, and it was a little itchy, the light was really good, he could see more clearly, but he would still admit his mistake, it was still very similar.

Li Xiwei glanced at Xiao Man with a playful look, then curled his lips, turned to the young security guard and said, "He is my friend, he is here to look for me, let him go in with me."

Xiaoman didn't expect Li Xiwei to say that, and raised the back of his hand to wipe the sweat dripping from his forehead.

The security guard knew Li Xiwei, opened the door after hearing his words, and did not stop Xiao Man again.

Li Xiwei and Xiaoman looked at each other, saw that he was still standing there, and said, "What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you get in the car? From the door, to 38 in any district—"

He deliberately elongated his voice, and then continued: "Number 38, it takes 15 minutes to drive."

Li Xiwei bit "No. 38" very hard, Xiaoman was still a little hesitant, and stood for a long time rubbing his fingers at the seam of his trousers.

Seeing him standing still by the side of the road, Li Xiwei became a little impatient, "If you don't get in the car, you won't be able to get in later."

This is the last place in Nancheng with the word "Ting", Xiaoman didn't want to miss it just like that, stepped on the end of his words, and walked to the front passenger seat.

"Sit in the back."

Xiaoman let go of the passenger door handle, took two steps back, and opened the rear door. Li Xiwei didn't make things difficult for him, and sat beside him, leaving a seat for him, and Xiaoman lifted his legs and got into the car.

There was plenty of cold water in the car. As soon as Xiaoman sat down, he felt that the hot air lingering at the tip of his nose was suddenly replaced by cool air. There was also sweat on the back of the shirt, and he sat upright, not daring to lean back for fear of dirtying the expensive leather seats in the car, and was next to the door, cautiously, motionless.

"Uncle Lin, go to No. 38 in District A first, my friend is looking for someone."

"But the master said to let the young master as soon as possible..."

"Go to No. 38, Area A first." The driver, Lao Lin, was interrupted by Li Xiwei before he could finish speaking.

"Good young master." Lao Lin could only listen to his orders.

Xiaoman listened to it, took out the soft leather book from his pocket, and wrote: "Thank you for bringing me in, if you have something to do, don't bother me anymore, you can put me anywhere, and I can find it myself."

When Li Xiwei started to write, he leaned in front of Xiaoman and watched him write. He had practiced calligraphy. When he saw the words on the note, his first reaction was that the little mute's handwriting was so beautiful and smooth. , the writing was vigorous and powerful, and the ending was crisp and neat, which did not match his own external image at all, but the contrast was great. Involuntarily, he raised his eyes to look at the quiet and cautious person, and suddenly found it quite interesting.

Li Xiwei wanted to watch him write again, and then asked, "What's your name?"

Xiao Man wrote on the paper: "Xiao Man, everyone calls me Xiao Man." Actually he was dumb, but he couldn't write it out, and he didn't want the people around him to call him dumb.

"Xiaoman..." Li Xiwei murmured to the note, "Xiaoman is a solar term."

Xiaoman continued to write: "Well, I was born on the day Xiaoman was born, and Xiaoman was when the wheat was starched."

Li Xiwei is a young master who doesn't distinguish between grains, so he doesn't understand this, but he doesn't want to bear it, he hums and responds, "It's Xiaoman in the 24 solar terms, the wheat is starched, it's a good time, it's the time to grow wheat."

Xiaoman continued to write on the paper, correcting him, "Xiaoman's season is not for planting wheat, and after Xiaoman's is for eargrass, the wheat is about to be harvested."

Being exposed, Li Xiwei couldn't hold back his face, and raised his voice a little, "I said so, so I will plant it. I will plant wheat in the back garden of my house during the Xiaoman season next year."

Seeing his distraught look, Xiaoman couldn't hold back, turned her head and looked out of the car window with her lips pursed and corners bent.

When Li Xiwei looked at Xiao Man again, he was facing the side of his neck, which was covered with fine sweat. If Fang Zheng had sweat on his body, he would definitely not let Fang Zheng get into his car, let alone let him sit beside him. He would mercilessly kick Fangzheng far away, so as not to get the smell of sweat on him.

But even if the person in front of him was sweating, there was no peculiar smell. He leaned closer to Xiaoman and smelled it lightly. There was indeed no smell of sweat, but a relatively clear fragrance. It should be the laundry on his white shirt. The smell of the powder is lavender, and many people use lavender-flavored laundry detergent.

It was a very ordinary smell, but it reminded Li Xiwei of the lavender field in Provence two years ago, the smell was always in the midsummer wind.

Li Xiwei felt that the tip of his nose was itchy, so he scratched it with his fingers, turned his eyes away from Xiaoman's neck, and noticed that the hem of his shirt was tucked into his trousers, outlining his narrow and curved waistline. You could see Xiaoman last night. Very thin, looking at it now, his waist can be held by one arm, like a small sea wave gently stirred up by the sea breeze.

Li Xiwei felt the waves hit his throat, a little salty, he had difficulty breathing, and his upper body tensed.

Xiaoman felt that the people around him were very close, and he could hear his slight breathing beside his ear, so he turned his head and glanced at Li Xiwei.

Li Xiwei coughed a few times and sat up straight, "The car was turning sharply just now, it's just inertia."

Xiaoman nodded.

The driver, Lao Lin, was nervous, "Young master, I drove less than thirty yards, do you want to go slower."

Li Xiwei said shyly, "No need."

His eyes flickered, and finally he looked down at the note in Xiaoman's hand. He noticed that besides a soft leather notebook in Xiaoman's hand, there was something tightly clenched in the palm of his hand under the notebook. A little curious, he asked directly: "What is in your palm?"

Hearing his question, Xiaoman spread out his palms. Li Xiwei was not polite at all, just picked it up, pinched it with his fingertips, and glanced at it.

It is a broken piece of paper. If you look carefully, it is two pieces of paper stacked and glued together. The top piece of paper is already light yellow. It must have been for a long time. It looks like it has been torn. The bottom is a hard paper, like sketch paper. It is placed below to fix the incomplete note on the top. The outermost layer is wrapped with transparent tape for a long time. The note was damaged again.

It can be seen how much the little mute cares about this note!

There is a word on the note, which should be an address or something, otherwise he would not have found this place. There is a word "Ting" on the note, and there is a small section of broken marks on the side, and "No. 38" at the end. There are only three in total. Character.

Li Xiwei pinched the corner of the note and shook it in front of his eyes, "You, this is not the address that the person you are looking for wrote you before."

Xiao Man was afraid that he would throw the note away, and wanted to reach for it, but Li Xiwei avoided it, "You haven't answered me yet."

Xiao Man looked at him, nodded, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and his eyes fixed on the note again.

Li Xiwei watched him finally show an expression other than cautious, but he was not ready to let him go, "Tell me, who are you looking for? What's his name? How old is he? You should know this."

Xiao Man then wrote in his notebook: "His name is Li Ran, he is 20 years old this year, and we have been separated for seven years."

"Li Ran, 20 years old, separated for seven years, that is to say, he was 13 years old at that time," Li Xiwei muttered, feeling a little pity in his heart, only the surname was the same as his, the name was wrong, and the age was wrong. This year, and the memory of the whole year when he was 13 years old, he can recall.

In fact, if Xiaoman said that the person he was looking for was 11 years old at the time, then he would really think that the person named Li Ran was himself, because when he was 11 years old, he really forgot about a few months.

Unfortunately, not 11 years old.

It's a pity again, the word pity rolled over in Li Xiwei's mind twice, and he was surprised that he would feel it was a pity.

What a pity?It's a pity that I'm not Li Ran?

This is ridiculous, how could he, Li Xiwei, want to be someone else?

Thinking of this, Li Xiwei felt sullen in his heart, and when he spoke again, his voice was overwhelmed by the air-conditioning in the car, "Last night, why did you think I was Li Ran? Do you look old?"

Xiao Man thought to himself: So he is just one year younger than himself.

He took a serious look at Li Xiwei again, it turned out that it was Li Xiwei!

In this way, he couldn't imagine what 20-year-old Li Ran would look like!

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