Promised period

On the day of departure, it was raining again in Linjiang, and it rained endlessly.

The plane was delayed, and Song Ke sat in the waiting hall and called Chen Jue, but she couldn't get through after calling twice, so she was a little frustrated.What is Chen Jue doing?It is supposed to be up at ten o'clock, don't you have your mobile phone by your side?

Sitting next to him was a boy in his early twenties, in a straight suit, plugging in a bluetooth headset and talking on the phone with his girlfriend.

"I'm waiting, tell your parents not to rush off, I'll tell you when I get on the plane."

"Exit C? I haven't been there, so I don't know... I'm sure you can find it. Don't take me for a fool, can you? I have a long mouth and I don't know how to ask."

"I brought it, I brought it all, a bottle of wine, two cigarettes, two catties of snacks, and clothes and toys for your dog."

The speed of speech is a little bit fast, and I can hear that I am also nervous while being excited.After a while, I suddenly remembered: "It's broken! I forgot to wear my tie!" Immediately, I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and a deep Sichuan-shaped line squeezed out between my eyebrows.

This kind of sincerity made Song Ke amused, and went over to pat him on the shoulder, expressing that he could lend him his own.

"Why is this so embarrassing?" The boy scratched the back of his head with a jerky expression, maybe he had just graduated.

"It's okay, just send it to me when you're done using it." He handed the business card to the other party, "Just send it to this address."

"Thank you, thank you. It's her dad's birthday in two days. I can't go, but let me go..."

Song Ke smiled: "It's more appropriate to talk face-to-face about important life events."

The boy lowered his head in embarrassment, he didn't know what he noticed, and said "ah" softly: "Are you married, you look so young."

"Ok?"

Then I remembered that I was wearing a ring on my right hand.He paused, and slowly put away his hands: "It's not a wedding ring."

But clearly on the ring finger.Puzzled eyes focused on his face, as if he didn't really believe it, but he was too embarrassed to ask any more questions.

"Passengers of CAxxxx are allowed to board."

Fortunately, the ground crew came in time.The people around couldn't wait to run to line up, and the bench was empty for a while.Song Ke was not in a hurry, wrapped up her scarf slowly, dragged her suitcase and walked towards the end of the line.

He was the last one to board the plane, and after taking his seat, he held his mobile phone until the flight attendant came to remind him, "Please turn off your mobile phone."

Only then did I come back to my senses: "Sorry."

In exchange for a decent smile: "It's okay, you can also turn on the airplane mode."

For a whole week, Chen Jue has been elusive, the reply to the message is slow, and the phone call is hardly answered.Is this the so-called not cherishing what you get?When she gets angry, Song Ke will also think, forget it, I will ignore you if you ignore me, I want you to taste the feeling of being cold and violent by me.

But I really couldn't bear to see each other.

I went to the apartment the day before yesterday to meet someone, but Chen Jue's expression was not very good, and when he asked him what was going on, he only said that he didn't have enough rest, so Song Ke felt embarrassed to ask more.At night, the two slept on the same bed, Chen Jue turned his back, not knowing what he was thinking.Song Ke stared at the ceiling with her eyes open at first, with her hands on her belly, and then slowly fell asleep, feeling a kiss on her brow, eye corner, and earlobe, and forgave him in a daze.

I went out at seven o'clock in the morning and got in the car. The sky was not completely bright yet, and the distant sky was full of tiredness.

Song Ke leaned her head against the window and dozed off, clutching the phone in her hand, feeling very unsteady all the time.One is because of Chen Jue's fluctuating hot and cold, and the other is because of the good and bad of his illness, which has reached the point where he can't remember clearly.The medicine prescribed by the doctor is considered a good day and a good dose, but for no reason, a large pile is saved, and they all lie quietly in the drawer.

I really didn't expect the weather to change so quickly. It seemed to be getting warmer yesterday, but the cold air brought the whole city back to its original shape.He was sitting in the back of the taxi, and the tall buildings in front of him gradually receded, and the glass was covered with a layer of water vapor.

Can't help thinking, is this my own retribution?All the pain inflicted on Chen Jue will eventually return to himself.

But he has no complaints.Because I always remember that I knelt in front of the temple and made a wish, as long as Chen Jue returns to me, I will not force anything else.

You should no longer expect Chen Jue to love him like before, but yourself, you should learn to be more free and easy.

"Keep warm when the temperature cools down, see you in a week."

Shut down after posting this.

After arriving at the destination, go straight to the hotel, put down your luggage and go out.The location of the Raycom Exchange Conference is relatively remote, and the taxi took a few laps to find it.And because the event venue was remodeled from an old gymnasium, the wind was everywhere inside, so I already felt a headache and a stuffy nose by the end of the evening.

Probably this is called the leak in the house, but it rains all night, and the work and life are all bottlenecked.

There were so many people at the end of the show that I couldn't get a taxi anyway.He was exhausted and couldn't bear to wait in the cold wind any longer, so he moved towards the subway entrance step by step.As a result, when I squeezed back to the hotel, I started to have a fever, and my limbs were so weak that I had to put on clothes and go to the emergency room.

The hospital is not far away, but the infusion room is overcrowded.

Unable to find a seat, he held the newly purchased medical records in one hand and pushed the shelf with the other, and stood leaning against the wall in the corner.The drips flowed into the body, and the temperature of the right arm was lower than that of the left arm, making the person groggy.

The nurse came by in the middle and asked if he could find a folding stool for him.He wanted to say that he needed it, but he was either old or weak or sick and disabled, and he felt that he couldn't open his mouth, so he gritted his teeth and stood up.

It was completely dark outside, and from the window of the infusion room, there was only darkness.When I got sick in a strange city, I always felt weaker than usual, but I didn't know if it was because of my illness.

In a trance, his body slid down, and he lay down on the side of the folding bed in a daze, hearing a dull and suppressed cough.He woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, and saw that his father was lying on the white sheet, the thin and sharp needle stuck on the skinny back of his hand, the blood vessels were bruised and bulging, and his lungs were pumping like a bellows.

"dad?"

He kicked the spittoon under the bed with a bang.

Dad's chapped lips moved, and a difficult smile appeared on his face, as if he wanted to tell him something.He leaned over to listen, clenched the thin quilt tightly with both hands, smelled the strong smell of medicine in his nostrils, his heart was empty and he only knew fear.

But no matter how close you get, you still can't hear clearly.He clenched that skinny hand tightly, and murmured as if to himself: "Dad, I miss you so much." But he was as soft as noodles, and his body couldn't stop sliding down the bed.But he still didn't dare to let go, his hands were so hard that he felt pain, and wanted to keep his father by his side, it was only when all ten fingers were bleeding that he finally heard a low voice.

Dad was saying, "Take care of yourself."

In the end, he was hurriedly lifted onto the hospital bed, and he woke up after being shaken for a while.His heart was still pounding, he was covered in cold sweat, and the needles on the back of his hands were all broken off by him, and the nurse came over to re-insert them: "You fainted just now, and they kindly gave you the bed."

He opened his eyes and stared at the white wall, feeling completely numb.

"Your cell phone kept vibrating, so I answered it for you. It was your friend named Chen Jue. Here."

Hearing this, he seemed to come alive suddenly. He reached out and grabbed the phone in his hand, pressed it tightly on his chest, and the temperature penetrated into his body from that place.

It doesn't matter, there is Chen Jue by his side.

Dialing the phone back, the moment the connection was connected, she was in a trance and fainted, calling the name that made her feel at ease: "Chen Jue."

There were people all around and a family mediation show on the TV.Chen Jue's voice seemed far away: "Are you sick?"

He said in a hoarse voice, "I have a fever, and I'm getting an infusion."

"How did you do it?"

"It's too cold here, and I don't bring enough clothes."

Listening to the sound of rustling rain over there, watching the colorful pictures on the TV, the quilt is light and cold.

"Where are you?" he asked hesitantly.

"at home."

"With Chen Nian?"

"She's working overtime."

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"Ah."

The reply came very slowly, and the receiver attached to the ear was slightly hot.He restrained his impulse, pretended to be idle and rambled about, and gradually heard Chen Jue's footsteps, the sound of a lighter, and his shallow breathing.

"Are you smoking?" he asked.

Chen Jue paused, and suddenly lost his patience: "So what, when will it be your turn to take care of my business?"

But he didn't mean to criticize, just caring.For a while, his whole body was cold, and his thinking became dull. After a long time, he stood up on the bed, and slowly walked to the corner holding the shelf.

The lights in the corner were dim, and there was a piece of gauze left by someone on the ground, which was not cleaned up in time.

He squatted down, leaning the back of his neck against the wall: "Are you regretting it?"

Chen Jue was silent.

He raised the corner of his mouth with difficulty: "It's okay, it's okay, if you regret it, just tell me, it's okay to be friends again."

Chen Jue said, "Don't think wildly."

But how is it possible?

He leaned his head against the wall, his temples throbbed, and felt sad after a distance of more than 1000 kilometers. "If you don't answer the phone or text, how can you let me not think about it?"

"I have my business."

"I have it too." The voice raised up, and the tail trembled slightly, "I'm also very busy. I have to work and I have to take time to care about you. Could it be that I have extra time out of thin air?"

"Forget it, don't waste any more time on me."

The words were indifferent and easy, without any room for maneuver, he was so angry that he hung up the phone.The night air was cold, and he was dressed thinly, squatting in a corner and shivering.After waiting for almost 5 minutes, Chen Jue still didn't call back, so he could only call back in a good temper, but luckily he got through.

"Hey?"

Chen Jue took a deep breath: "Since you hung up, why call again?"

"Because I haven't finished talking yet."

"What?"

He smiled, stubbornly and softly: "I love you."

The phone fell silent.

"I love you, Chen Jue." He hugged his knees and pressed his hot forehead against it, "I owe you this sentence for a long time, and I will pay you back today. I love you, I loved you a long time ago, and I have never followed you You said it was because you were not sure. I am not sure how far I can go with you, and I also feel that we are not suitable, so I have been unwilling to face my feelings. "

"I'm cowardly." I have to admit, "I want to be with you but I'm afraid of losing you. I'm afraid that you and I are just playing for fun, and you will change your mind when the freshness is gone. But you are more open than me. When you miss me Always call me, always tell me that you miss me. Sometimes I think you are quite stupid." After a moment of silence, I smiled to myself, "But I love you like this very much."

The voice was low as if he was muttering to himself, his face was wet, and he was holding his breath.

"In the past year, I have been afraid that you will remember, and I am afraid that you will never remember. Every time I see you, I always think that I will never see you again, but I can't help but see you next time. I also know it's wrong, but I just can't help it." He took a deep breath, "You said that day that you would be with me again, you don't know how happy I am, I told God, I will do my best this time. Love you and will never let go of your hand again. I am not afraid of anything since you came back to me, really, I am not afraid of you doing this to me now, because I know what kind of person you are , I also know my feelings for you, we can't be separated."

not afraid.

I don't know whether to say these three words to Chen Jue or to myself.

After waiting for a long time without any response, he thought the phone was disconnected, so he took it down and took a look.As a result, the time on the screen continued to increase second by second.He simply switched sides to hold the phone, looked down at the ring finger ring, and took a slight breath, "Don't believe me, Chen Jue, I have loved you for four full years."

How many four years can there be in a person's life, and how can it be measured.If she hadn't met Chen Jue, Song Ke might have started her own business, might have found a way to go abroad, might have achieved nothing, compromised with reality, found a job that was neither bad nor bad, started a relationship that was neither painful nor itchy, and lived through a dull and mediocre life. Four years of mediocrity.But he just met Chen Jue, and persisted until today in a daze.

He leaned against the wall and waited for Chen Jue to speak. He waited until his knees became weak and his limbs became stiff. In the end, he only waited for four words: "We will talk when we come back."