silver sea

Autumn nights in Donghe City are rainy, and after sunrise, the water on the asphalt road evaporates quickly.

Clear daylight, weekend, everything is bright and beautiful.

There was the location sent by Wen Youxia on the phone, Qiu Sheng raised his head, confirmed that he was in front of the Third Municipal Hospital written in the location, and replied "I'm here".

He almost stayed up all night the night before, and slept until after nine o'clock, and was awakened by the vibration of the WeChat message notification. After reading the content, he was completely refreshed, and then he could not fall asleep again. He lay with his eyes open until it was only half an hour before the appointed time, and got up go out.

The third city hospital is not far from Qiu Sheng's residence, and the bus is only two stops away.

Donghe has developed particularly well in the past two years, but when Qiu Sheng just bought a house, the price was not too outrageous.At that time, he saved some savings from copyright fees, but his condition was extremely bad. Gu Qi was afraid that he would waste his savings in a flash, and his lips were bald, so he persuaded Qiu Sheng to buy a set of real estate.

He knew that Gu Qi's intention was not just to find a place to live for himself.

Qiu Sheng is a person who needs external driving force to move a few steps lazily. If he is allowed to develop on his own at that time, he may go from survival to destruction in a short time.

It's useless for Qiu Sheng to worry about buying a house. Gu Qi didn't cheat him. The house he chose was a two-bedroom apartment with an area of ​​only about 70 square meters. It was drastically redecorated according to Qiu Sheng's favorite style.Qiu Sheng just made a scene when signing the contract. He paid 4000% of the down payment, and now he pays [-] yuan in loans every month.

In choosing that house, apart from Qiu Sheng's requirement that he must see the sea, there was also the reason that the community was very close to the hospital.

He often came to the Third City Hospital for a while, and he memorized all the signs by heart.

I haven't been here in the past six months, and the people who sell medical equipment on the street have shown their skills and promoted everywhere. Flower shops, fruit shops, drugstores... have not changed much.

It was 5 minutes before the appointed time, and Wen Youxia had nothing to say except the phrase "See you at the Third City Hospital at 11 o'clock". Qiu Sheng suddenly began to wonder why he made an appointment to meet him at the hospital.

Wen Youxia is sick?

Qiu Sheng was thinking, and stood where he was, dizzy from the heat of the sun.

He stood upright, and his posture was weird. If he kept staring at every passerby, he would be regarded as a pervert.Qiu Sheng simply straddled the seat of a shared bicycle by the side of the road, pretending to be busy, opening and exiting various apps.

A person walked in front of him and covered the uncomfortable sunlight with the leaves.

Qiu Sheng raised his head and met those black eyes.

No one greeted each other, Qiu Sheng stood up, helped the bicycle faucet that was almost tipped over, and followed Wen Youxia silently along the street to leave the hospital.

The cicadas are about to wither in autumn, half of the sidewalk is occupied by various shops, and the remaining half is extremely narrow.Qiu Sheng walked a long way with his head down, stopped a step away from Wen Youxia, and waited for the red light at the intersection.

Wen Youxia turned her head slightly and asked, "Aren't you coming?"

Qiu Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and he pursed his lips to touch him, smelling a very faint smell of smoke.

Wen Youxia was wearing a long-sleeved black sweater, sports shorts of the same color, and his jacket was zipped up to the top without blocking his chin.He's a bit unshaven, has dark circles under his eyes, and probably hasn't had a good night's rest.

Qiu Sheng originally thought that he was ugly enough, but now that he was compared with Wen Youxia, he suddenly thought to himself that he was actually more human than Wen Youxia.He thought again: Although Wen Xia doesn't like to dress up very much, he will never let himself be so slumped. What happened?Otherwise, who will go to the hospital on the big weekend?

The red light turned green, they stepped out, and Qiu Sheng asked amidst the overlapping footsteps: "Why are you in the hospital?"

"Accompany the bed."

"Dongdong?" He asked, and when he said the name, he looked at Wen Youxia in fear for a moment.

Wen Youxia's expression didn't fluctuate at all, and his eyes lowered slightly: "Teacher Wen."

When he said this, he seemed to tug on the strap of his shoulder bag out of habit.

The bulging one is probably filled with toiletries.This conversation made Qiu Sheng stunned. Some moments seemed to be stuck four years ago. They hadn't quarreled yet, and there was room for maneuver in many things.

"What happened to Teacher Wen?"

"The tumor was detected, and the operation was just completed last month."

The Oncology Department of the Third City Hospital is well-known in China, and I heard that the surgery should go smoothly according to Youxia's tone.Qiu Sheng said "Oh", "Then you don't have to go to work today?"

"Roll rest."

No wonder I asked that question yesterday, it turned out that I was afraid that he would go to the park and miss nothing.

He felt better.

Wen Youxia walked to the nearest bus stop while talking, and asked Qiu Sheng for advice: "Where are you going?"

"Ah?" Qiu Sheng was stunned, "You asked me to meet, and then asked me where I was going?" Qiu Sheng complained and continued, "I don't even know what you are talking to me about, and there is no arrangement today. , you have the final say."

"You have the final say" Wen Youxia was finally touched by the words, and looked at Qiu Sheng in puzzlement: "Huh?"

Pedestrians jostled each other, and cars whizzed by.

Qiu Sheng's scalp went numb from Wen Youxia's gaze.

What is your attitude, do you think I will always rush to make decisions?Can't I be beaten up by the society and learn to behave?Two consecutive rhetorical questions stuck in his throat.

In the end, Qiu Sheng only said in a bad tone, "Where do you want to go?"

Wen Youxia shook her head: "I don't know."

Qiu Sheng wanted to laugh, but also wanted to hit someone, and scolded him: "I'm sick!"

Wen Youxia concentrated on looking at the newly replaced boards in a fruit shop.

"I must be?" Qiu Sheng checked the surrounding shops with his mobile phone, and the one he remembered was still open. "I'm hungry. There's a good French restaurant nearby. You can drink coffee after dinner."

The restaurant is just a 10-minute walk away without taking a bus or subway.

Qiu Sheng discovered this store by accident. He forgot the exact time, he only knew that when he finished checking, he saw that the sycamore trees on this street were full of greenery. rose wreath.

The taste is okay, and the owner usually likes to play light music.

Later, every time Qiu Sheng went to the hospital, he would come here to sit for a while after the end.

The deepest part of the restaurant is a small courtyard, and an old wooden horse is placed in the middle, with faded and mottled paint.The yard enjoys the sun, and when the roses bloom, Qiu Sheng wrote a song here. Although he later sold it to Sang Xue, he compiled a second version himself.

He used a very "Wen Youxia" style bass line, and every time he listened to it, he felt like he was soaked in conflicting emotions of anger and miss, and gradually he never opened that folder again.

The clerk came to order, Qiu Sheng didn't eat the staple food, but ordered coffee, lemon panna cotta, and a small piece of durian millefeuille—in fact, he shouldn't eat sweets and coffee, but for him now, as long as he doesn't feel sick, he can It is edible.

Wen Youxia sat opposite and looked at the little wooden horse in the yard, without asking him anything about the menu.

Qiu Sheng didn't bother to ask for his opinion anymore, asking questions and waiting for an answer was exhausting enough for him.He knew that Wen Youxia was allergic to seafood—Donghe’s summer seafood was cheap and delicious, which was Wen Youxia’s regret—but he had no taboos on other things, so he ordered a lamb chop and a salad for him.

How interesting, they were so poor that even the 25 yuan box lunch at the convenience store was too expensive, but now they don’t even bat an eye when ordering delicately plated French meals.

The contrast is almost comical.

There are only the two of them in the small yard, which is quiet and suitable for meditation or romance.

Qiu Sheng leaned back, the sun fell into his hair from the edge of the umbrella.

Donghe City has ten districts, nine subway lines, a population of 800 million, and countless streets and bus lines.If a person does not want to contact another person, leaves the former circle, changes the phone number and moves, it may not be until a few years later that he accidentally rubs shoulders in a crowded subway station.

Qiu Sheng said softly: "Have you not been in Donghe these few years?"

Asking this, I just want to ask for peace of mind, to convince myself that Wen Youxia is not here, so it is difficult for them to even meet by chance.

The surrounding high-rise buildings and the outlines of the scarlet letters of a certain research center in a hospital in the distance are very clear.

That's the way he talks, asks, and the answer is "yes" or "no."Maybe it caused the band to fall apart, but Wen Youxia never seemed to care much about it.

So to this day, Qiu Sheng still doesn't understand why Wen Youxia was able to say farewell without any contact, but was able to sit together again calmly after meeting.

He should know that the reunion between Qiu Sheng and him was a well-planned coincidence.

"At Teacher Wen's hometown." Wen Youxia said, taking a sip of the lemonade.

"South Bridge?"

"Ah."

"Go to work, and don't go to Donghe."

"Ah."

"Then why come back again?"

"The medical conditions here are better. Teacher Wen wants to treat illnesses. Wen Haoqian's student status is still in Donghe. He is in high school this year, and he came here while Teacher Wen was transferring."

Hearing Wen Haoqian's recent situation from his mouth, an unresolved matter came to an end quietly.

Wen Haoqian is not dead yet, Qiu Sheng can't tell how he feels.

He hated Wen Haoqian very much.

Because the cheap brother who is a few years younger is not in good health, Wen Youxia couldn't do the things he liked before, so he had to worry about dragging the oil bottle--Mr. The news is over, if Wen Youxia doesn't care about him, what if he dies?

He knew that Wen Youxia also hated Wen Haoqian.Maybe not as annoying as him, but Wen Youxia always frowned when he answered Wen Haoqian's phone calls.

At that time, Qiu Sheng felt that life was too unfair.

And this is just a small part of Wen Youxia's messy life. After seeing each other for a few years, Qiu Sheng couldn't imagine how Wen Youxia lived in Nanqiao with the old and the young.

The mutton chops were brought to the table, just right to interrupt Qiu Sheng's unspoken "You are so kind to him".

He decided not to mention these, moved the lamb chops to Wen Youxia's side, and durian durian layers with a spoon.

"What about the job at Nanqiao, so you quit?"

"Look again."

"Easy to say."

"Qiu."

The spoon almost fell out of his hand.

When Wen Youxia called his surname, there would be a slight accent at the end, floating lightly, with a special tenderness.When Qiu Sheng heard such a word unprepared, the corners of his eyes almost became sore.

He lowered his head to hide his red eyes, and heard You Xia say, "I like "2099" the most on that album."

Not happy at all, Qiu Sheng hoarsely said: "Oh."

"You should be more suitable than her." Wen Youxia casually mentioned that and said to him, "After I return to the band, will you record this song again?"

Qiu Shengxiang was suddenly thrown into the sky and then quickly fell, his teeth trembled slightly: "What did you say?"

"Can you record it?"

"The previous sentence."

Wen Youxia continued to divide the lamb chops in an orderly manner, but did not speak again.The sun shines on the edge of his hair with a slight soft light, modifying the overly cold outline, as if wrapped in warm yellow in tranquility.

The strange fantasy of last night turned out to be a dream.

"Come back when I tell you," Qiu Sheng felt his throat tickle, "Aren't you embarrassing, Brother Wen?"

"It's okay." Wen Youxia said with care like gold.

Qiu Sheng wanted to find a reason for him, lack of money, or the previous accounts were not settled.These are very high-sounding, enough for one person to change the decision made a few years ago.

He felt that this was the reason why Wen Youxia mentioned the band, which was in line with the reality of their current age, but at the same time he couldn't help guessing affectionately, "Is it possible that you came back because of me?"

It's very simple to figure it out, you just need to give Wen Youxia a question with the answer yes or no, he knows that Wen Youxia will definitely answer, and he can bear the disappointing result.

But Qiu Sheng was biting the small metal spoon, and the smell of lemon still lingered in his mouth.

"Do you have a piano now?" he asked.

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