silver sea

Qiu Sheng arrived at the Flower Park on time at ten o'clock in the morning, and went to the nearby "7-11" at twelve o'clock to buy bento, and occasionally brought a can of coffee or coke.Then he went to the smoking place where he could see the Music Square for a while, then returned to the round flower bed, and continued to sit bored until five o'clock in the afternoon, returning home empty-handed.

He wasn't all about staring at passers-by, either.

Watch the video, be in a daze, watch the video again, be in a daze again, like an abandoned dog.

When I met Gu Qi and his girlfriend for the 9th time, Qiu Sheng explained to Gu Qi that it was just a distraction.He guessed that Gu Qi didn't believe it, but later when Gu Qi couldn't contact him, he tried to come here, and once he got it right, he simply didn't say anything, anyway, Gu Qi left after a while.

"If you really want...you still want to treat me as a friend," Gu Qi carefully chose his words, "Can I help you find something?"

Qiu Sheng didn't understand: "I have hands, feet and time."

After finishing speaking, he said, "I'm not looking for anyone."

Gu Qi stared at him for a long time, but couldn't find any signs of getting sick, and couldn't say "you can take care of yourself" or "you pay attention to your body", so he just ignored him with beard and stare.

But Qiu Sheng thought that maybe Gu Qi would still "pass by" occasionally to take a look at himself.

After all, apart from Gu Qi, among the people around who can talk, there is no one who also knows Wen Youxia at the same time, let alone know that he and Wen Youxia talked and broke up again.

That person fulfilled the promise at that time, as if the world had evaporated.

However, Qiu Sheng felt that as long as the person is not dead, it is not impossible for him to find Wen Youxia with clues.

Every day at the same place on a regular basis, Gu Qi guessed that Qiu Sheng must have discovered something, and Qiu Sheng was sure that as long as he continued this cycle, he would catch the person he wanted to see one day.

It's a pity that both Gu Qi and Qiu Sheng made a mistake this time.

For 17 days, he sat from morning to night, watched six roads and heard all directions near the music square, and didn't even find a single one like Wen Youxia, let alone the deity.

He fell into self-doubt again, that video was his dream.

At noon that day, Qiu Sheng went to the convenience store to buy food as usual.

The clerk is the round-faced girl I met yesterday.She is a newcomer, wearing glasses and an apron lying on the counter, whispering to remind Qiu Sheng that there is a discount on today's black pepper steak bento.

Qiu Sheng thanked her for her kindness, and after struggling for a while, he still took the ordinary curry rice and a bottle of mineral water.After paying the bill, the girl warmed it up for him, and there was no one else, so they chatted with him familiarly.

"Don't you eat beef?" She asked innocently, "That discount is very strong."

Qiu Sheng touched the phone case uneasily, his eyes flickered: "...don't eat black pepper."

The clerk girl let out a long voice, "Oh", looked at the countdown of the microwave oven, and asked, "Handsome guy, why are you here for two days in a row? Is it work? Or what?"

"To pass the time." Qiu Sheng said, a cold sweat broke out on his back.

"You look young, are you still studying?"

"……graduated."

"Wow, that's working locally?"

"That's it."

"Donghe is quite livable!"

"Um……"

The palms of his hands in his coat pockets were already soaked in cold sweat. Qiu Sheng dealt with the clerk, his limbs were a little weak.

He is really not good at communicating with strangers.

The sound of "ding" when the microwave oven finished working saved him. Qiu Sheng regained his composure and held the paper towel he had prepared in advance to wipe off his sweat. .

"Thank you." He smiled at the clerk girl.

The girl said cheerfully: "You have to finish eating quickly, it will affect the taste if it gets cold—"

There are tables and chairs in the convenience store, but Qiu Sheng always felt that the clerk had a kind of enthusiasm that he envied. If he stayed here to eat, the other party might come to ask his relatives again, so he opened the door and walked out.

The curry smells very fragrant, and the instant bento has no nutrition, only the taste is acceptable.

Qiu Sheng sat on the bench and ate a few casual mouthfuls, probably because the communication with the clerk made him lose his appetite, and he started to retch after trying to fill his stomach.

His throat was greasy, he stood up and took the leftover bento to the trash can, and threw it away, his stomach was overwhelmed and he began to feel nauseous.

It felt like Qiu Sheng was very familiar, and he would be fine if he vomited, but lying on the side of the trash can could easily be regarded as a homeless man with a hangover.He didn't care about his image, if he didn't have the energy to think about the trouble Liu Wangyu would have if he was photographed, Qiu Sheng endured the discomfort, trotted a few steps into the public toilet and locked the cubicle door behind him.

He vomited up everything he had just eaten.

The sore throat started to hurt before it ended.

After Qiu Sheng rinsed his mouth, washed his hands, he drank half a bottle of cold water in one go.He looked at himself in the water-stained and speckled mirror, his face was still wet and bloodless.

The weather is getting cloudy again, and it seems that it will rain at any time.

He has not really encountered rain in so many days.Donghe City is near the sea, and it is rainy in spring and autumn, but generally there is little wind and rain during the day, especially in autumn, it is always sunny and refreshing.Qiu Sheng didn't like to bring an umbrella when he went out, so he froze in place at this moment, thinking whether he should take a taxi back to his residence first, or continue to wait.

The remaining rationality in Wen Youxia's matter said, "It's only three things, you've been waiting for almost a month." I won't come if I see it."

Qiu Sheng was almost convinced by himself.

If Wen Youxia was on a whim.

If Wen Youxia found out that the video was posted online.

If Wen Youxia still minded at that time.

Then there is absolutely no way for him to wait here for Wen Youxia.

The footsteps towards the music square stopped, and Qiu Sheng made a difficult choice between instinct and reason.He didn't want to give up the coincidence, but he knew that he was wasting his time doing this, so he used a stupid method in the end.

He chose a number, "17", to commemorate his stupidity.

Qiu Shengxin said to wait another 7 minutes, and he would never come again if he didn't see anyone.

Although "never again" sounded decisive, Qiu Sheng was not sure whether he could really resist going out the next day.He pressed the countdown, thinking that fortunately he wasn't completely crazy, otherwise if the accumulation of time, he became a statue in a fixed position, sooner or later the local social news.

"In order to find the trace of his ex-boyfriend, a certain man stayed in the Flower Park all day long"?

This is not good, it is more reserved to find former teammates.

By replacing himself in the subject with a dog, this is a missing person notice for the kind-hearted people to find the original family for the stray dog.

Qiu Sheng began to laugh as he thought about it. He leaned against a tree—the posture of squatting on the side of the road was too stupid—he threw the plastic lighter in his pocket up again and again, and his eyes moved accordingly.

Upward, the leaves shake and the wind grows stronger.

When it falls, the sky in the gap is still silent and black, only a little yellow light in the farthest distance.

Going up, an old man with his granddaughter walked past.

Falling, the square dance aunts seem to choose to call it quits early.

up.

Wen You Xia.

Fall.

You cowardly.

up...

"I'm sick." Qiu Sheng had this idea inexplicably slipping through his mind, and grabbed the falling lighter.

The radar sound after the countdown of the mobile phone reached zero pierced into the ear like a bolt of lightning, making Qiu Sheng tremble.He pressed end in frustration, and put the lighter back into his pocket.

Forget it, don't wait for him.

No fate.

Thinking this way, Qiu Sheng lit another cigarette, and then walked towards the side gate of the park meaningfully.

He used to go in and out through the gate, but this day he vomited in the toilet and didn't go back to the music square after vomiting, so it was a bit of a detour to get to the gate.There is also a bus stop outside the side door, and the bus stop that he doesn't take often seems to indicate that he is about to break up with this matter.

That's a good sign.

Qiu Sheng puffed out his cigarette, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the old man wearing a red armband with his hands on his hips, looking at him with dissatisfaction, and then vigorously knocked on the slogan "No Smoking in Public Places" next to him.

Qiu Sheng raised his hand to express his apology, took a few steps around, and went to the nearest trash can to throw away his unsmoked cigarettes.

His eyes were still on the last red light on the unburned cigarette butt, when suddenly, a drop of water splashed down.Qiu Sheng was taken aback, and the pebbles on the top layer of the trash can were struck by water droplets one after another, making a crisp sound.

His fingers were wet, Qiu Sheng frowned: it started to rain at this time.

No matter what his inner activities or objective signs told him to get out of here, Qiu Sheng stuffed the half-drinked mineral water bottle into the trash can, completely convincing himself to leave.

The sudden rain interrupted all activities in the park. Qiu Sheng quickly walked to the side gate, and the crowd around him hurriedly walked in one direction like flowing water.

The man retrograde in front left is particularly eye-catching.

He is tall, at least 1.8 meters five by visual inspection, with a beige T-shirt, whitish jeans, and a pair of old but well-washed sneakers.Very ordinary attire, the strange thing is that he was wearing a dark green apron with the logo of a certain chain milk tea shop printed on it - because this apron was too nondescript, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but take a second look.

But one look was enough to freeze him in place.

The man didn't hold an umbrella either, and his hair was wet from the rain, sticking to his cheek.

The rain was getting denser, but he didn't seem to feel it. With a tray between his arms and his body, and a bag of small paper cups in his right hand, he walked towards the crowd at a leisurely pace.

He couldn't see the facial features from a slightly sideways angle, and Qiu Sheng couldn't confirm whether it was that person, but he took a step or two to revive the long-logged memory, the heart began to beat violently first, and the feeling of suffocation came up again.

Qiu Sheng stood there stupidly, his legs seemed to be filled with lead and he couldn't lift them up.

His appearance is no different from that of walking in the opposite direction, which is equally surprising.The stillness in the dynamic always catches the eye, and the person in the beige T-shirt seems to be attracted and slightly turned his head.

In an instant, it rained heavily.

The old man with red armbands, the little girl in the floral skirt and her father, the middle school student who skipped class, and the aunt who covered her head with a silk scarf and used it as an umbrella, all their faces, figures, and demeanors disappeared in this instant.

After a distance of three to five meters, Qiu Sheng's hands and feet were cold, and his palms almost bleed from his unconsciousness.

Those imaginary "what to do after finding him" plans one, two, three stopped at the moment the real situation happened, and only the words "chasing him" remained to force Qiu Sheng to run forward.

A drop of rain hit his eyelashes heavily.

"smell……"

His throat moved, and he suddenly raised his voice as if breaking free from restraint: "Wen Youxia!"

The man pushed the tray over his head, turned his head and quickened his pace.

Pretending not to hear?

He was suddenly furious, and almost broke his voice for the second time: "Wen, you, Xia!"

"Wen Youxia, stop!—"

Before he finished speaking, Qiu Sheng slipped on the soles of his feet, so he didn't fall, but after standing still, he was dropped for a long distance because of this, the whole face was covered with rain, and when he saw the man stop at the sound, a feeling of broken cans and broken waves rose in his heart carefree.

There is only one shadow in his body and mind, his palms hurt like hell, his throat is dry, as if he is drowning in the rain.

Unless that person looks at him again.

Qiu Sheng stroked his forehead hair that blocked his eyes, and laughed out loud.

"What the hell are you running for?!"

The overwhelming rain drenched Qiu Sheng from the inside to the outside, and those who were busy taking shelter from the rain left almost completely, and no one heard his words, except Wen Youxia who was also thoroughly wet not far away.

The two words exhausted the remaining air in his lungs. Qiu Sheng ran a few steps and stopped to hold his knees to breathe heavily. He described himself as embarrassed and unable to walk.

But Wen Youxia in the rain curtain was not much better.

He turned his head, and the rain was falling into his collar along his jaw line.

The eyebrows and eyes are the same thick ink color as in the memory, but the face is pale and thinner, both cheeks are a little sunken, and the outline is sharper and deeper.

From the front, the apron is downright comical.

Qiu Sheng laughed even wider.

"Wen Youxia, you..."

You are too uncool.

Before he could utter these words, the triumphant and finally relieved smile that remained on Qiu Sheng's face suddenly disappeared.He frowned sadly, and saw a petite girl jumping out of nowhere.

She covered Wen Youxia with a big blue checkered umbrella.

The author says:

About Qiu: He is not in good health due to illness, but his personality is not soft.

About Wen: The person who appeared later called him "Wen Xia" was not a typo, but a nickname.

The update frequency is six days off and one day off, and no update on Thursday.