After the rain

Having learned a lifelong lesson of remorse, I was afraid that Song Qikun and Shen Yan would end up in this way, that's why they opposed so fiercely at that time and forced the two to separate.

But she seemed to be wrong again.

"You are always unhappy, your smile is not real, and your words are gradually becoming less and less, which makes me feel strange. Your heart seems to have followed Shen Yan. There is only a body here, but you still miss him." Wang Zhiyun shed tears After wiping it off, the red and swollen eyes slightly bent, revealing a relieved smile.

She said: "Mom won't stop you, you go to him, if he still misses you and is willing to be with you, you take him home. If he already has a new life, you forget about him, okay?"

Song Qikun's head was in a mess, he moved his lips, but couldn't speak.

All this was so sudden that he couldn't digest it for a while.

"That's right." Wang Zhiyun suddenly thought of something, got up and went back to the bedroom, and soon came out again, handing a black mobile phone to Song Qikun.

"On the day Shen Yan left, I met him and said some impolite requests, so he gave me the phone...Kun'er? What's wrong with you?" Wang Zhiyun's expression changed suddenly.

Song Qikun stared wide-eyed, as if he had been frightened by something, staring blankly at the phone in his palm, with tears streaming down his face.

"Kun'er!"

Song Qikun's body twitched, and his expression became distorted. He raised his hand to cover his mouth, staggered and ran towards the bathroom, and vomited faintly while holding the toilet.

Wang Zhiyun was terrified, and hurriedly mixed a glass of warm water, weeping while patting him on the back, and when he recovered, he held the bottom of the glass to let him drink water to rinse his mouth.

Song Qikun collapsed all over, his eyes turned black, and his throat and stomach hurt, making him dizzy and tinnitus.

He gasped in pain with his face upturned, like a dying fish.

During the 898 days of being separated from Shen Yan, his love withered completely.

Song Qikun didn't go to the hospital, he lied to Wang Zhiyun that it was because he didn't eat last night and he stayed up all night, so he had a stomachache and wanted to vomit.

He knew a long time ago that he was sick, and he knew the root of the disease.

Unless Shen Yan returns to her side, she may never be able to recover.

But Shen Yan doesn't seem to be coming back, he didn't abide by the agreement, and even the mobile phone that has countless memories from their acquaintance to their love can bear to let go.

He has completely given up on this relationship.

It took Song Qikun a week to look through more than 9000 photos. He washed out a handful of group photos and put them in his wallet and photo frame.

His life is gradually returning to normal. Occasionally, his stomach hurts, but it is only a slight pain, and he can return to normal without taking medicine.

After spending the semester peacefully, Song Qikun went to Wenyue during the winter vacation.

He wanted to take a look at the place where Shen Yan once lived.

The prestigious Wenyue No. [-] Middle School, the crystal-clear Yanming River, old-fashioned houses with brick walls and mud tiles, narrow cement roads, walls full of advertising graffiti, old flower shops in deep alleys, grocery stores on street corners... and smiling Shy girl.

The girl's name is Xia Tong. In Shen Yan's photo album, she is only 13 years old. She is wearing the blue and white school uniform of the No. [-] Middle School, standing in front of the milk tea shop and chatting with her classmates. There is a shallow dimple on the right cheek.

It's a candid angle.

When Song Qikun saw that photo, he decided that she was the girl Shen Yan had liked, so he drank a pot of vinegar.

It was also because of that photo that Xia Tong opened up and told Song Qikun a lot about Shen Yan, including the experience of hurting him.

"Our two families used to be neighbors. His temper was too cold. When I was young, I thought he was scary and didn't dare to play with him. When I was six years old, my family moved to Xinjie. We can't play together even more."

"...I never spoke to him before I entered junior high school. Strictly speaking, he was one year older than me. He entered the third middle school with the best grades in the city, but he dropped out of school because of family changes. He re-enrolled a year later. , and I made the same table."

"...He seldom comes to school, maybe once or twice a week. I didn't have any communication with him before, but my grandma always asked me to bring him food after hearing that he was my deskmate. , and gradually became familiar."

"...My grandma thinks the milk tea sold outside is unhealthy, so she makes it at home by herself, but she puts a lot of sugar every time, it's too sweet, only Shen Yan can drink it, and she seems to like it quite a bit."

"...I only found out later that he fought those bastards because of me, but I deliberately alienated him because I was afraid of losing my good friend. He noticed it and stopped approaching me."

"...He took another year off from the second year of junior high school. When I resumed school, I was already in the third year of junior high school. I was busy preparing for the senior high school entrance examination. He still didn't come to school very much as before. We have completely lost our interaction."

"On the contrary, I met him and his brother every National Day after I was in high school. I felt ashamed, and I didn't have the courage to talk to him. Naturally, I couldn't apologize and thank you. I even thought that he might have put me Forgot, or maybe resented me, but now seeing this picture..."

Xia Tong paused for a moment, then raised a relaxed smile, and the pear dimple on his right cheek also appeared, "He once told me that he likes to take pictures because he wants to use this method to keep the pictures he thinks are beautiful or worth remembering. I am honored to be one of those things.”

Song Qikun looked very calm on the surface, but in fact his heart was almost drowned by this jar of old vinegar.

Before parting, Xia Tong pointed out the way to Song Qikun, "His house is at the end of this road, you can walk straight to it, a small three-story western-style building. But it seems to be rented out last year, and now the resident has moved from other places. tea merchants."

Song Qikun nodded: "Okay, thank you."

Xia Tong said, "You're welcome, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

The road was unexpectedly long. When Song Qikun found Xiaoyanglou, it was already dark. He stood at the door and watched for a while, took a dark photo, then turned and left.

The next morning, Song Qikun and Xia Tong met at the place where they met yesterday, and Xia Tong handed over the letter to Shen Yan to him.

Although Song Qikun didn't know where Shen Yan was, he still accepted the commission.

He wanted to find Shen Yan, and this letter gave him the courage to take action.

If Shen Yan no longer has any love for him when they meet in the future, then he is just a messenger.

Years later, Song Qikun returned to Wenheng from his hometown, and had a small gathering with Tang Chen and Liu Xinrong before returning to school.

The last time we got together was the National Day last year, when Liu Xinrong and her boyfriend traveled to Beijing, they took the time to invite them to have a meal.

Everyone now has their own social circles. Although they don’t communicate frequently, they don’t feel unfamiliar when they meet, and the relationship remains the same.

There was fine snow in the sky, and the three of them walked through the familiar streets against the cold wind, passing by their alma mater standing silently in the darkness, and couldn't help but recall the past.

During that time when I dreamed of fighting against subject knowledge, all I can remember now is the routine of getting up early and late at night and endless test papers, and other things have long since become blurred.

"It seems to have happened in the previous life." Liu Xinrong said with emotion.

The bare ginkgo tree at the school gate was full of white flowers. After kicking Tang Chen, he immediately escaped from the bombing circle. Piles of snow fell head-on, and Song Qikun, who was directly below, instantly turned into a snowman.

"..."

Liu Xinrong tried her best not to laugh so loudly, "Tang Chen, you're going too far!"

Tang Chen put his hands in his pockets: "Let's go, let's go to my sophomore high school... Hey Kun'er! Kun'er! If you have something to say, don't do it!"

Song Qikun locked his neck and stuffed snowballs into his collar.

"Ah!!" Tang Chen screamed.

Liu Xinrong laughed until her stomach ached, "Hahahahahahahaha..."

After a brief meeting and parting, they are all working hard to move towards a better future.

Song Qikun’s roommates come from all over the country. After the Spring Festival, they all brought some specialties from their hometown back to school. They also took the bags to other dormitories for a tour. After returning, all the things in them were replaced. There are many kinds of things that have not been eaten.

These special products have been eaten until the end of April before they are completely wiped out.

At the beginning of May, the only innocent boy in the dormitory with a single mother and child finally had enough of the dog food fed by his former classmates and decided to stand up.

He went to Guangji Temple devoutly to seek marriage. A few days later, he met a budding peach blossom. After his careful care, the peach blossom bloomed and everything came naturally.

Lu Mengnian is a good young man who knows how to repay his kindness, and he plans to invite his roommates who are still advising him in the middle of the night to have a meal.

His girlfriend also wanted to invite his good sister. Originally, they had decided to invite them separately, but they changed their minds temporarily and asked if they could go together.

Lu Mengnian responded to every request, and immediately consulted his roommates, and everyone felt that it was no problem.

The place to eat is very close to the school, so they travel by bicycle and electric car.

The student union is currently preparing for the cadre reelection meeting. The specific plan and process have not yet been determined. The discussion in the work group is in full swing. Song Qikun is busy replying to the message and cannot ride a bicycle, so he sits directly in the back seat and asks Hu Rui to take him.

After leaving the school gate, the electric car stopped at the intersection and waited for pedestrians to pass by. Song Qikun typed with his head down. Suddenly, someone pulled his sleeve lightly, and a familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang in his ears.

"Song Qikun."

It is as soft as a feather and as loud as thunder.

Song Qikun looked up, and the thoughtful face just caught his eyes, which caught him off guard.

The boy was wearing a baseball cap and thin-framed silver-rimmed glasses. His eyes behind the lenses were black and quiet. His skin was cold and white. The light red scar on his right forehead extended obliquely, cutting off half of the end of his eyebrows.

Song Qikun stared blankly, thinking he was hallucinating.