as you meet

Cheng Yanbai took a puff of cigarette, then shifted the topic to Song Shihe in a somewhat nasty manner, "At least I won't feel aggrieved like you."

"Are you laughing at me?" Song Shihe asked him a little unhappy.

"Of course not, I'm thanking you." Cheng Yanbai's words of thanks seemed insincere.

"..."

"It's just a thank you."

"After all, isn't there a saying that the same people have fallen into the world?" Cheng Yanbai said a heavy sentence very lightly.

Song Shihe didn't understand what Cheng Yanbai said at all, so Cheng Yanbai said again: "You don't seem to be having a good time in love."

After Cheng Yanbai finished speaking, he looked at Ji Yusheng who was sitting in the hall with deep meaning.

Song Shihe's face darkened, and he said with some helplessness: "You are still as sharp as your poems are annoying." Song Shihe felt that Cheng Yanbai's favorite thing was probably to expose other people's scars.

"Looking at the love and love of your romantic school, I thought the romantic school were all promiscuous love saints, who knew it was you..." Cheng Yanbai paused for a while when he said this. Huicai said: "A person who is so dedicated that he feels aggrieved."

Song Shihe felt that Cheng Yanbai's original diction must have been harsh and mean, maybe he was a fool or something, and changing it to be single-minded and aggrieved was already his best effort.

"Writer Cheng Da, your definition of a lover is too thin."

"Oh? The Great Poet of Song Dynasty, what's your opinion on Love Sage."

"Those who are full of beauty and fantasy in the process of love can be classified as lovers. But this is only one of the definitions. In short, it is not necessarily just flirting."

Faced with Song Shihe's joke, Cheng Yanbai rarely hurt anyone, and instead asked: "Is there any estrangement between you two?"

"what?"

Cheng Yanbai glanced inside again, and Song Shihe froze immediately.

"Did you forget? We are all poets." Cheng Yanbai said with his eyes bent, obviously unable to smile, but put on a fox-like look.

"Words of estrangement..." Cheng Yanbo suddenly became serious, and said in a deep voice: "If you can talk about it, let's talk about it as soon as possible."

Because Cheng Yanbai usually wouldn't say such things, Song Shihe didn't quite understand what he meant.

Cheng Yanbo said again: "If there is no insurmountable distance, let's be together." Speaking of this, he suddenly said inexplicably: "I didn't think it before, but now I think it's a very important thing to send love letters to each other." Lucky thing."

Song Shihe was stunned when he heard the words, and when he looked up at him, he obviously felt that his suggestion was inappropriate, and he himself had some malicious intentions.

Seeing Song Shihe's expression, Cheng Yanbai said with some amusement, "Don't get me wrong, it's not kind, I just don't want anyone to be trapped forever like myself."

Thinking of Cheng Yanbai's situation, Song Shihe fell silent.

Does it mean that he doesn't want anyone to be as regretful as he is?Would someone like Cheng Yanbai regret it?

Cheng Yanbai pinched out the cigarette, and as a gray shred of tobacco flew up with the wind, he said to Song Shihe in a deep voice: "You, go get addicted to art and love, smoking addiction is not for you."

"The sun is not suitable to stay in the night, the sun should stand with spring."

When Song Shihe heard this, he immediately raised his head and looked at him in surprise.

"And it's not suitable for you to stand here and smoke with me."

"Why are you telling me this?" Song Shihe asked Cheng Yanbai behind Cheng Yanbai who was gradually walking away after he lowered his hand to pinch his cigarette.

Cheng Yanbai waved his hands smartly with his back behind his back, and said: "Maybe just standing next to the great kind person, I can't help being kind in my heart, I hope the whole world can embrace love."

Cheng Yanbai thought for a while and then said: "You still have some influence, so keep writing poetry, don't just succumb to the corners of the newspaper. Without me, you may still be able to sit firmly in the poetry circle."

Song Shihe opened his eyes wide and asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

But Cheng Yanbai returned to the museum without answering his reason.

"You're really arrogant." Song Shihe looked at Cheng Yanbai's back and muttered to himself.At the same time, he also slightly tightened the hand that he opened just now as if because of confusion, and clenched it into a fist.

To some extent, Cheng Yanbai's words made Song Shihe make up his mind a little bit. Thinking that he might not be able to be with that person at the moment before the parting of life and death, he felt that his throat seemed to be itchy due to allergies, and his breathing became sluggish because of it. Not going well.The allergen is probably the lack of life.

But his determination, which was not yet fully firm, was stopped by reality at the next moment.

After the memorial service was over, because too much work was delayed these days, the company's tolerance was not unlimited, so Ji Yusheng had to rush back to City X immediately.

"Then I'll go back first." After Ji Yusheng answered the company's urging call, he turned around and said to Song Shihe apologetically.

"Okay." Song Shihe was stunned for a moment, then nodded, as if he accepted the matter easily, and said, "Go back."

Ji Yusheng pursed his lips as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak.

Song Shihe was silent for a while, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Ji Yusheng's still red eye ends, and said softly, as if to comfort him, "Don't be trapped by this matter for too long."

"Well, I know..." Ji Yusheng clenched the phone in his hand, then put on an ugly smile, smiled broadly, and said, "Sir, too, don't be too sad because of this incident .”

Although Ji Yusheng said this with a smile, his smile could not hide his sadness for the lost years and life, and his voice was completely different from what he said.

"..." Song Shihe hesitated for a while, and finally said in a low voice before Ji Yusheng left with heavy steps and sadness: "Actually...he is not a hopeless martyr."

"What?" Ji Yusheng didn't hear what he said clearly, so he looked at him suspiciously.

So Song Shihe repeated, "I don't think...he is a hopeless martyr."

Ji Yusheng instantly raised his head to look at him, and the tears seemed to disappear at the moment they touched Song Shihe's eyes, like the rain evaporated in the sun after the rain.

"I don't know the moment he died...but at least now...I don't think he is." Song Shihe said after the conversation just now.

"Sir, what do you mean?" Although Ji Yusheng felt his heart beating very loudly, he still had doubts at the same time. He didn't know if things were as he imagined.

Song Shihe thought about how to express it intuitively and directly, and finally said: "I think...his way has changed because of him, and then..." Song Shihe paused, and said five words A word that shocked Ji Yusheng, "Come to him."

"...Changing track?...Come to him?" Ji Yusheng read these words, chewing on their meaning.

With the sudden influx of fresh air in the nostrils and a sudden sweet taste in the mouth, Ji Yusheng said in disbelief, "Is it true?" At the same time, his voice regained its vitality.

"Well... so it's not like there's no response...at least I think so."

Ji Yusheng thought for a while, then quickly nodded as if he had figured it out, bent his eyes, and said with a real smile: "Well, okay, as long as it is what the husband said, I will believe it is true."