Promised period

It was only after getting on the plane that Song Ke realized that she forgot to report to the doctor.Perhaps subconsciously, I always feel that I am a normal person and not sick, so I always can't remember those so-called precautions.

The sky outside the window was as blue as washing, and the fuselage hovered above the clouds, trembling slightly and then gradually becoming stable.

After getting over the initial dizziness, he asked the stewardess for a glass of water, took out the medicine, and swallowed it obediently with warm water.In front of him is a small LCD screen showing the simulated route of the entire flight.In just a few seconds, the plane happened to pass over my hometown.

It was sunny there too.

The moment Chen Jue got off the bus, he felt very strange, because after all, he had only been here once.

I don't know if it's because he looks so grim and unapproachable now, or because all the black car drivers have "repented of their evil ways", anyway, no one in the square stopped him and said to him: "Just get in the car and leave, I won't lie to you!" Then there was the man in pajamas and down jacket, who was waiting for him at the end of the square, rubbing his hands, and asked him in surprise, "Why are you here?"

He didn't understand why he came.

He waved to stop a taxi, and the driver heard him speak Mandarin, so he communicated with him in Mandarin.

"Where is the boss going?"

The other party will know the address on the phone line as soon as they hear it.

"Oh, there, it's right next to the Experimental Primary School. I'm afraid it was very crowded in the past."

"Is it."

"Isn't it?" The eyes in the rearview mirror turned on him, maybe he felt that such a dressed person came here, no matter how he looked, he didn't look like visiting relatives. "Now primary schools leave early, and the car to pick up the children can be blocked." After going out for hundreds of meters, I couldn’t move the intersection.”

Chen Jue didn't answer, lowered the car window, and looked out the window silently.

Every corner here has become very strange, the local accent is no longer there, and the former tile-roofed houses have become residential buildings, arranged neatly together like a honeycomb.There are many supermarkets, housing agencies and Internet cafes on the street. There are many private cars and taxis on the road.

If Song Ke's father was still alive, he might be one of them, and he would be like the driver in front of him, chatting with passengers in unproficient Mandarin, often with a smile on his face when he talked about trivial matters .In the hustle and bustle, Chen Jue watched those yellow and green cars passing by, and saw the diligent faces of those taxi drivers, and became more and more silent.

Sure enough, as the other party said, the intersection was very congested, and there were parents picking up people and students carrying schoolbags everywhere.The driver parked the car in front of a stationery store, and Chen Jue said, "You wait for me here, I'll come whenever I go."

He didn't plan to stay for too long, he just wanted to see the current living conditions of the family.

He took out two [-]-yuan bills and handed them over, but the other party insisted on only charging the inbound fare: "The money for going back can only be collected after sending you to the place." Small town people have the integrity and simplicity of small town people.

The area in front of me should be newly built, and the houses facing the street are all compact units, perhaps exclusively for young people who stay in town and work.Chen Jue walked for less than 5 minutes, and quickly found the family's current residence.

Building [-], Xingfujiayuan, Unit [-], [-]st floor.A small yard of less than ten square meters is connected outside the unit building, which should be a gift when buying a house.There is a pergola in the yard, and four white foam boxes are placed under the vines, in which several vegetables are planted, such as melons and fruits, peppers, mint leaves and so on.

Despite the curtains, the silhouette of the house can still be vaguely seen outside the courtyard.There is a wall-mounted TV set on the living room wall, the simplest round clock, and a row of wooden-colored low cabinets covered with light-colored weft cloth for covering gray, and a few fresh lilies in the glass vases against the wall.

Chen Jue stood outside for a while, but never went in.

When he was a child, he was brought to the university campus by his stepmother, and he had also seen such a small courtyard. The stepmother said that it was her former teacher's dormitory.Maybe people who love life are the same, they have to grow a few edible vegetables wherever they go, so that they can live a life.

Later he decided to leave, but a slightly older woman came from a distance.With her left hand she held a kid who had just reached her shoulder, and with her right hand she held two bags of vegetables, and she stopped slowly beside him: "Who are you looking for?"

Chen Jue looked at her without speaking.

"I saw you standing here from afar, what's the matter?"

A little defensiveness, you can hear it.It's a good thing he doesn't dress like a thief, otherwise maybe he wouldn't have such a good attitude.

"I'm looking for people who live here," he said.

She hid the child behind her back, but the child was very curious, showing a pair of bright and intelligent eyes, staring at Chen Jue.

Chen Jue's eyes fell on the child's face.It's a girl, she looks very cute, and the two dimples on her face are sweeter than honey.

"Is this your child?"

She finally became vigilant: "What on earth are you doing? If you don't tell me, I will call someone. My husband is taking a nap at home."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head away and opened her mouth to call her husband out, but Chen Jue stopped her: "Don't be nervous, I just came to see you."

There are a few big-name shopping bags hanging on the iron fence in the yard. Inside are the meeting gifts brought by Chen Jue, including cigarettes, alcohol, and health care products, except for the children, because she did not expect that she would give birth again.

She took a look, her eyes full of hesitation, because she couldn't figure out his intention.He didn't know how to introduce himself, so he was silent for a while and said, "Do you know Song Ke?"

"Song Ke?"

The attitude changed immediately.They obviously kept in touch, and the hostess looked around in surprise: "So you are Song Ke's friend? I haven't seen him for a long time. Has he come back?"

"He asked me to come and see you."

Chen Jue admits that he is despicable, and to this day he can only visit them under the guise of Song Ke.The other party insisted on asking him to go home and sit down. After entering the door, he opened the door, and asked his husband to come out to greet the guests and make tea and cut fruits.Chen Jue said: "Don't be busy, I'll just sit and go." The couple kindly invited him to stay for dinner, and pushed the child in front of him: "Call uncle, say hello to uncle."

"Hi Uncle..."

The girl's voice was timid and full of childishness, and she hid behind her mother when she finished asking.

"How old is the child?"

"Five years old, going to elementary school soon. How is Song Ke doing? The last time I talked to him on the phone was during Chinese New Year, when he had a very bad cough. Are you all better now?"

All he could say was that everything was fine.

After all, the first meeting was reserved, and the host kept asking him to eat fruit, "Try this, it's in season." "Try that, I'll help you peel one."

Chen Jue sat in the fragrance of orange peel for a while, and finally asked: "Are there any difficulties in life, Song Ke asked me to take care of you."

"No no!"

The voice was interrupted by the hostess: "We are living an ordinary life, so there will be no difficulties. You told Song Ke not to worry about us. It is difficult for him to start a company."

After speaking, he got up and brought something.

"Exactly, please do me a favor and bring this to him for us."

It was a thin envelope with only one bank card inside.

"I haven't touched it since I got it. I checked it last month and there are more than [-] in it. Please return it to that person for us."

Chen Jue looked up at her, and she put the card directly into his hand: "We all know that Song Ke has good intentions, but we don't want to use that person's money, and we can't use it."

There is not too much resentment on the expression, but more of the flatness and satisfaction of being tossed about in life.

"Who is it?" Chen Jue asked.

The woman put the child in her arms and touched her face: "I don't know what it's called, but I only know the surname is Chen. Song Ke said that the man wanted to atone for the family but dared not come to see us, so he asked him to hand over the salary card to us. He also said that he earns a lot, and every month's salary is all in this card, so we can use it when we need it." She shook her head lightly, "We decided not to use it after much deliberation. There is a generation's debt, after all, we..."

Her husband gave her a pull to signal her to stop talking.

Back then, what was that year?Back then, his father must have spent some money and settled some matters, including their family.They have their difficulties, and money may not be able to smooth out some hatred, but many things have faded with time.

Only Song Ke is still insisting.Song Ke's heart was as clear as ice, but extremely warm.

Chen Jue sat on the sofa, the card in his hand was heavier than anything, so heavy that he could hardly pick it up.After a long time, something scratched the back of his hand suddenly, making it itchy.He looked down and saw the sugar on the back of his hand.

The little girl also had one in her mouth, her right cheek was bulging, her eyes were also bulging, and Chen Jue's face was reflected in her pupils.She smiled at him, and he had no choice but to raise the corner of his mouth and return a smile.She pushed the candy into his palm again, motioning him to peel it off and have a taste.

It’s been a long time since I ate a candy so seriously. The green apple flavor is neither completely sweet nor completely sour. The faint fruit aroma permeates the tip of the tongue and penetrates to the bitterest corner of the heart.

"Do you like Mom and Dad?" He asked in a low voice.

She nodded at him, sucked the candy from right to left, squinted her eyes and smiled, as if playing hide-and-seek with him.

He said, "I'm sorry."

She was slightly in a daze, sipping candy and looking at him stupidly.

He lowered his head, looked at the floor and said nothing.She walked up to him, nudged his knee, raised her hand again, and carefully rubbed his unshaven stubble.

Sting.

She drew back and snickered.

He knew that he was not qualified to pity them, and he also knew that he was not qualified to ask for forgiveness, because what they lost could never be recovered, and he had grown up without knowing it and without guilt for a long time.

Many things were borne by others for him.

He refused to stay for dinner, so the couple sent him all the way to the gate of the community, repeatedly asked him to say hello to Song Ke, let him come and play when he was free, and showed him around this small place.

In fact, they didn't know that he had been here a long time ago, and played all the places he could play, with Song Ke.

The sky is getting late, and the sunset is as warm as ever.

The endless glow stretches for thousands of miles, and the dusk of the town is more warm and peaceful than that of Linjiang.

The taxi driver was still waiting for him, and fell asleep waiting.He knocked on the car window, the driver woke up, and quickly opened the car door: "Boss is done?"

"Well, please wait for me." He said, "I've taken care of your car today, take me around."

The taxi drove him from the southernmost point, and drove slowly all the way back to the bustling business district, passing the bus stop on the way.He asked the master to stop for a while, and took a photo with his mobile phone as a souvenir.The other party smiled and said, "It's the first time I've seen people take photos of this place after I've been working for so long. Even the walls of this place are torn to pieces."

He lowered the car window to smoke, and heard the other party ask: "What kind of cigarettes does the boss smoke?"

Song Ke's father should be equally talkative.

He passed the cigarette over, and the master took a look at it, feeling very novel: "Is this cigarette easy to smoke?"

"You try."

"No, no, no, you can't ask for things from guests..."

Turning all the way to the north of the city, he turned his face to look out the window, and suddenly recognized the old community opposite.

A small city, no matter how it changes, there will always be some corners that cannot keep up with the pace and will be forgotten in the long river of time.This residential building has hardly changed. The crowded small roads, rough concrete walls, balconies covered with clothes and sheets, and the word "supermarket" pasted on the narrow windows on the first floor, everything here seems to have leaked through a sieve. No one picked up the sand and stones that had fallen.

He left his cigarettes in the taxi when he got off.Standing at the intersection of a familiar street, the smoke from the upstairs kitchen could be faintly heard, but he stopped there and didn't go forward for a long time.

This is not his hometown, but he has a special feeling for it.Knowing that things have long changed, they still came involuntarily.

He stood at the intersection for a long time, still unable to enter the familiar yard.

He came, but he didn't know why he came, he was empty-handed, and he couldn't find it or take it away.Someone came from the side road with a barrel of oil, passed by him, and after walking more than ten meters, suddenly turned around and said hesitantly: "You are..."

Looking up and seeing the old face, he didn't recognize who it was.

"Xiao Chen? Are you Xiao Chen? I haven't seen him for several years and I dare not recognize him."

Memories flooded in, and he finally remembered that this was Aunt Zhao who lived downstairs from Song Ke. Back then, he used a bottle of Moutai in exchange for a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner from her house.

"Aunt Zhao."

He stepped forward to help carry things, and Aunt Zhao was overjoyed: "It's really you? Why did you come back suddenly? Didn't even say hello. Where's Song Ke?"

Everyone asked about Song Ke when they saw him, because the only connection he had with this small town was Song Ke.Without Song Ke, he would have no reason to be here.

She insisted on keeping him at home for dinner, but he repeatedly refused, and finally she sighed: "You are always so busy, you come and leave right away, and you don't want to sit for a while."

He had no choice but to say that he was here to check the house for Song Ke.

But Aunt Zhao was stunned for a moment, and said: "The house has been sold long ago, did Song Ke buy another one?"

He froze there too.

Several people and cars passed by outside the window. He looked at Aunt Zhao and was speechless.Aunt Zhao's eyes were red: "It was sold last year. At that time, we advised him not to sell it. We said that you grew up here and your roots are here. If you want to come back after you sell it, you don't even have a place to stay. But he said that there is no way, the company can’t turn around, and now we sell it and make money to buy it back, so we don’t have to worry too much about him. But how can it be, it was left to him by his father... the day the house was sold I can see his eyes are red..."

Aunt Zhao talked to him a lot, asked him a lot about Song Ke, and sat until Yue Xuan was in the air.He promised her to come back when she was free and to be with Song Ke, so she reluctantly let him go, and told them to pay attention to their health, don't just work hard, eat on time, and have a good rest.

He could only nod.

A few small buildings on the opposite side were lit in the distance, and there were few people in the window gaps. Unfortunately, he walked up the stairs and couldn't knock on the door again.They used to go out for breakfast early in the morning, bought a lot of vegetables in the evening on the tail of the sunset, held hands quietly in the alley, kissed each other silently in the corridor, and watched the fireworks in the bedroom.

Now all that is gone.

He couldn't imagine what difficulties Song Ke had encountered, couldn't imagine how Song Ke sold the house in what mood, and couldn't even imagine how contradictory Song Ke was, contradictoryly handing over the salary card to the family for him.

He thought that Song Ke must have hated him, hated his background, hated that he didn't remember.But Song Ke still chose to stick to their company and the past, even if he didn't remember anything, even if he lost their last home because of the weak connection between them.

And he, his promise was never fulfilled.

He said that he wanted to be together for the rest of his life, that he wanted to make Ruiyan into a big company, that he wanted to take his colleagues to eat kaiseki, that he would live up to Song Ke in this life, and he did not do any of them.

In the past year, he met so many times, and Song Ke hesitated to speak so much, but he didn't understand it once.He couldn't imagine Song Ke's mood when facing Zhong Wenting, couldn't imagine Song Ke meeting him again and again, going home with him, lying next to him, being disappointed again and again, repeatedly until despair, What a mood it was.

And those recordings he recorded, what mood did Song Ke listen to?Every sentence is like a knife, which she personally stabbed into Song Ke's body, and was treated as a treasure by Song Ke as a souvenir.

And that tattoo, what kind of mood did Song Ke get it?Knowing that the word "Chen Jue" represents the son of the enemy, knowing that they will never be together again in this life, knowing that it will never be possible...

I used so much effort and such a long time to forget, but Song Ke always remembered.Turning around, Song Ke was always there, waiting in place.

I used to think that loving someone for a long time is the most difficult thing to not change your mind.So many things have happened, until today I realized that waiting for someone is much harder than loving someone.Hopeless waiting, endless torture, Song Ke just waited unwaveringly until now.

How can there be so many forever, but one party is still persisting.

He walked a long way in the night wind, and kept walking, thinking that Song Ke had also walked this way for a long time, walking very lonely, and felt an indescribable pain in his heart.

He lost Song Ke.

Song Ke has been waiting for him, but he forgot the way back.