Promised period

In the evening, Chen Nian did not work overtime at the company for the first time, because his heart was always in a state of turmoil, and he couldn't feel at ease sitting in the office.There was a small floor lamp in the living room, she dozed off on the sofa, and woke up immediately when she heard the sound of changing shoes.

"elder brother?"

Ever since she knew that her brother was going to meet the family, she had been worried.Chen Jue approached, with a faint smell of alcohol on his body, a little tired in his brows and eyes, holding a kraft paper file bag in his hand.

"Have you been drinking?" she asked. "What's in your hand?"

"Some information." He threw it on the coffee table and half-lyed on the sofa.

Chen Nian glanced at it, and then looked back at his face again.He covered his eyes with his arms, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his breath was accompanied by a thin and cold smell of alcohol.

"Did things go well?"

He didn't answer.

"They didn't want it?"

"I didn't give it."

I made this special trip, but the compensation that should have been given was not given. What is the reason?

Chen Nian looked at him, and it took a while before he heard his voice: "They are living a peaceful life now, and they have another child. And Song Ke has been taking care of them, and I only found out today."

"Another child?"

She took a breath, looked at him somewhat unexpectedly, and nodded slightly after a while: "It's a good thing, it's a good thing to be able to come out." After a moment of silence, she said, "Song Ke herself has had such a hard time. , He still wants to help others, he is so stupid."

Yes, silly.

Obviously, he was also in great pain, but he did these things without saying a word, without telling anyone.Thinking of these Chen Jue's heart ached, he lay on his back on the sofa, at first he was expressionless, but then his cheek muscles became more and more tense.

"Should we leave it alone in the future?" Chen Nian said softly, "That family."

"You want to help them."

"of course."

Chen Jue lay in the shadow of the desk lamp, his face blurred.

"Help, but don't have to let them know."

Bringing it up over and over again will only remind the other party of the pain of the year and disrupt the already peaceful life, which is too cruel.Chen Nian nodded quietly.

"Okay, brother, don't worry, I will let someone take care of them quietly, not..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped suddenly because he noticed a few scars between Chen Jue's palm lines.The color of the scar is lighter, and it looks like it has been aged for many years, but I don't know why I didn't notice it before, maybe because he hid it well.He was lying in the light like that, with his face sideways, and that kind of deep sadness would always vaguely appear between his brows, making her feel that he had never actually gotten better.

After a long time, she asked him: "So what about you, do you choose to continue to live in pain, or forget what happened back then? I haven't heard you mention Song Ke's name for so long after being discharged from the hospital. When are you going to tell him—"

"Okay." Chen Jue interrupted her, "I have my own measure, don't bother Song Ke anymore."

After speaking, he got up and went upstairs to change his clothes, his back gradually disappeared at the corner of the stairs.Chen Nian opened the bag on the coffee table, and found that it was a few pages of house purchase instructions given by the real estate agent, and the address was in Song Ke's hometown.

Why don't you bother Song Ke again...

When did you let go?

Later, Chen Jue looked through his previous work computer in the room, but couldn't find it. When he came down to ask her, she couldn't remember it either.

"What are you doing with that?"

"I want to see some old files."

He wanted to find the previous capital injection certificate, and then asked the lawyer whether he still had the shareholder qualification of Ruiyan.

"You might as well ask Song Ke directly." Chen Nian looked at him and pursed his lips lightly, "He will always know your affairs best."

Chen Jue sat back on the sofa, with a cold face and refused to speak again.

Chen Nian also knew that he was still angry with him, so he didn't say anything, just looked at the corner of the kitchen: "By the way, brother, all the things sent to Song Ke have been returned, and the courier said that the other party refused. You Don't worry, I'll figure it out."

In fact, there is nothing valuable, just some food and supplements, which Chen Nian sent in her name a few days ago.

Chen Jue didn't turn his face: "It's fine if you don't accept it."

After my sister went upstairs, she was still lying on the sofa.

On the way back he drank, not much, just because it was too cold in the bus.Even though it was late spring, it was still cold.He half-closed his eyes, staring out of the window in a trance, feeling like it was snowing outside the window in a trance.

In the dark night, snowflakes are like fluttering flakes, and the mist through the glass windows is falling to the eyes one after another.In a daze, I went back to that winter, when I first met Song Ke.Song Ke's face was white with a hint of drunken red, and she leaned her head on the car window, occasionally gently nodding down.There was an aisle between them, which was very narrow, and he couldn't hold back the softness in his heart. He got up and took off his coat and put it on Song Ke, just wanting to say thank you.

Really, I would rather freeze all the way back, just want to hear Song Ke say thank you to herself.

Song Ke is so stingy.

"No need." He was stubborn and restrained, "I'm not cold."

A very silly person.

From the very beginning, it was her own initiative. Song Ke didn't want the cigarette-stained coat at first.But he forced Song Ke to wear it, forced Song Ke to fall in love with him, and forced Song Ke to listen to that song.

Maybe Song Ke didn't want to know him from the beginning, but he stubbornly broke into the celebration banquet and got into the bus stubbornly.

There was no place for him there.

If it is overthrown from the beginning, then he will not know Song Ke, hurt Song Ke, and his stepmother will not die.Maybe guilt is like this, no matter what you think, it will always be attributed to yourself, it will always be attributed to regret, and you can't sleep at night after tossing and turning.

He fully understood why his sister refused to remind him.

Because once you think about it, what awaits you is not only the pain of loss, but also regret and irreparable despair.Who can you blame?No one can blame you, you can only blame yourself, and blame yourself for not being worthy of happiness.

You deserve to be alone since you were born, you deserve to be without a mother, you deserve to be without a lover.You are the one to be damned, what's wrong with mother, what's wrong with Song Ke?Their fault is that they care too much about you, and they are too considerate of you.You have to bear pain when you live, but you dare not die when you die, because your mother wants you to live, because Song Ke desperately wants to save you, she would rather be hurt by you than tell you the truth, just to make your life easier.

No one asks if you want to, but they are all doing their best for you.

Then live, fulfill their wishes, and live to make up for their mistakes.You are a useful person who can take care of your sister and guard Song Ke. You are not a lonely ghost. You once had a family, a very good one.

You have to live seriously, live longer than anyone else, pay off everything you have hurt, engrave in your heart what you have forgotten, live this life to the end, and then engrave a few words on the tombstone——

"It's all right."

You are no longer in debt and can be buried here for a long time.

Chen Jue turned on the phone and listened to the song quietly for a while.The voice was low and hoarse, soft and slow, very much like Song Ke's voice.It was as if Song Ke was singing in his ear: Maybe one day, you will forget my name and my voice.But my dear, can you not forget me.

Looking out the window, he gave a deep shock, his body froze suddenly, and he opened his mouth to call Song Ke.The voice is very calm, but the heart is twitching.After yelling, he raised his eyes to look at the roof, feeling that the ceiling was crumbling and almost toppled, and bricks hit his face and chest, making him breathless.

After a while, he came back to his senses, got up and looked around for his phone.When dialing the number, my knuckles were stiff, and I meditated on many possibilities, but who knew that the last sentence came——

"The number you dialed is empty."

For a moment he froze there, his brows furrowed in disbelief.

It seems that she has never thought of this possibility subconsciously, and always feels that Song Ke will always stay where she is.As a result, I called it over and over again, and the answer I got was always the same. It seemed that there was no such person in the world.

The next day Chen Jue appeared in the original community.

It was almost ten o'clock when he arrived, because Song Ke always got off work very late, and it was useless to come early.Looking up, the faint light in the bedroom came through the curtains, and everything was still the same as before.

But he didn't go upstairs, he just stood at the base of the wall and smoked. After smoking two cigarettes, he stomped them out with his shoes, turned around and walked towards the gate.

Everything in the community is still the same as before, even the street lights are still flickering.There are many new faces among the residents. A family passed by him, and the child pointed to something and asked his mother, "I haven't found the kitten yet."

The mother smiled: "Yes, I haven't found it yet, maybe I wandered somewhere."

The child pouted: "It's so pitiful."

After listening, Chen Jue suddenly stamped his feet.

Cat hunting notices were posted on telephone poles not far away, and that hasn't changed.But he thought of one thing, one thing that should have changed.

Walking up to him and raising his eyes, the number on it was indeed new.

—

"Your phone is ringing."

In a hotel by the sea, Director Qin Binkai, who came to pick Song Ke up for a supper, was bored waiting.Seeing that the mobile phone on the bed had been on for a long time, he felt that it was necessary to remind him, so he called towards the bathroom: "Song Ke? Phone."

The bathing sound stopped immediately, and a damp voice came: "Please help me to see who it is."

"I see? Not good." After he finished speaking with a half-smile, Shi Shiran picked up the phone, glanced at the screen and said, "No name, but I called it several times, how about I pick it up for you?"

"Okay, thank you."

With the expectation that it was probably a sales call, he answered it.At the same time, the sound of water in the bathroom re-emerged.

"Hey, who is it?"

Although nearly forty years old, Qin Binkai's speech is still full of energy, which has been tempered at the negotiating table for many years.

There was silence for a long time.

"Which one?"

"I'm looking for Song Ke." It was a man.

"It's not convenient for him to answer the phone now. What's your name? I'll ask him to come back to you after taking a shower."

No one spoke, and after a while, the phone hung up.

Song Ke came out of the bathroom 10 minutes later, and her shirt and trousers had already been changed.Qin Binkai turned around and handed him the phone: "It's hot here, most people can't stand it. When I first came here, I was just like you. I wish I could take eight showers a day."

He smiled: "Isn't that the peeling of the skin?" He took the phone and lowered his head, just as the call came, a smile froze on his face.

Qin Binkai asked, "What's wrong?"

After a brief silence, he shook his head: "It's nothing, please wait for me for a few more minutes."

Qin Binkai said of course.

The hotel balcony can enjoy the sea breeze.

The wind at night is salty and warm, and the wrought iron railing is also cool in the palm of the hand, and the water vapor accumulated in the palm prints cannot evaporate.There is also the sound of the waves, which come rushing from a distance, but become gentle when approaching, rolling over the reef softly and then fading slowly, repeating this cycle.

Song Ke stood there, the skin on her cheeks slightly tightened by the blowing.

"Hey?"

The word "Hi" is very calm, without any sign of struggle.

Chen Jue said, "It's me."

"I know, I know your phone number."

Compared with him, Song Ke has always been extraordinarily open-minded.

"What does Mr. Chen want from me?"

"Where are you."

Song Ke paused for a moment, but did not answer the question directly: "It's so late, what's the matter with Mr. Chen?"

Chen Jue lowered his voice: "Song Ke."

It seems to be condemning his attitude.

Song Ke's voice became weaker: "Could it be that Mr. Chen remembered something and wanted to trouble me again?"

The distance was too far, the signal was cut off for a while, and Chen Jue's side was intermittent.

"What did you say? I didn't catch it."

"I said..." Chen Jue called his name, "Song Ke...I think..."

"Forget it, I really can't hear you clearly." Song Ke said, "It doesn't matter to me what you think, I will say everything I can say. If you feel that the torture that night was not enjoyable enough and you want to continue to take revenge on me, you can do it again .”

Chen Jue's voice changed suddenly: "I'm not trying to take revenge on you, I'm just worried about your illness."

"unnecessary."

Song Ke inhaled slightly and pursed her lips tightly.His illness is a heart disease, and no one can be blamed.More than half a month has passed since what happened that night, and he is seeing a doctor on time, and he will no longer take medicine indiscriminately.

"I'm much better now."

"Did the doctor say it?" Chen Jue didn't believe it.

Such a familiar tone made him freeze quietly for a moment, and it took a long time before he pulled out: "It doesn't matter who said it, my own body knows it well."

The phone rustled, maybe it was the sound of the wind, but Chen Jue didn't say anything.After a long time, Qin Binkai knocked on the floor glass behind him, reminding Song Ke that it was time to leave.

Chen Jue seemed to have a premonition that he was about to hang up, and suddenly asked, "Where's your previous mobile phone number?"

"I lost my phone, so I changed the number by the way."

"Lost it," Chen Jue's voice sank, "Where did you lose it?"

Song Ke's answer became more tired: "Mr. Chen, I have no obligation to explain this to you."

If he had said these words before, he might have been surprised.There are the most important memories of the two of them in the phone, which he used to protect with his life, but now that it is lost, he just has insomnia for a day or two, and he no longer looks for it all over the world.

Perhaps this is God's will, and God's will is hard to violate.

Chen Jue condensed: "Tell me where I lost it."

He said nothing.

"Did you lose it or don't want it?"

He still doesn't speak.

"Song Ke!"

Chen Jue didn't know why he couldn't bear it suddenly.

Song Ke finally said: "I really should hang up. I don't blame you for my illness, but if you really feel sorry, don't call me again. Don't contact me again, and don't meet again. I will be very grateful to you. "