Promised period

After hanging up the phone, Song Ke wanted to understand who Chen Nian bought those men's clothes for, and why Chen Jue said that there was not enough time on that rainy day.

Pushing the luggage and walking back slowly, the evening breeze was blowing, and the cicadas were singing in the bushes, and I felt powerless and relieved.The powerlessness is because of Chen Jue's phrase "I don't want to tell you the reason", and the relief is because I have to face my heart honestly again, and it is also because of Chen Jue's response from time to time.

Not going with Qin Binkai may have been predestined, not accidental.

He didn't fall asleep until very late when he got home, until the door was knocked on the next day, and when he opened his eyes, it was already under the sun.

"coming."

Cheng Yi'an stared at the door as if looking at an alien: "You can still sleep. I searched around but couldn't find Chen Nian, and when I called you, the phone was always turned off. I was so scared that I almost called the police."

"Come in and talk."

Song Ke poured two glasses of water, told Cheng Yi'an about the phone call from the hospital last night, and then sat back on the sofa under his astonished gaze: "He doesn't want us to know that there must be his reasons, there is no need to force him. And I believe in Chen Jue, he has a sense of propriety, he will not not tell us if something happens."

He spoke very calmly, but in fact, how could he not be nervous.But I have to find a way to calm down, I can't get confused before nothing happens, after all, being nervous can't solve the problem.

After a long time, Cheng Yi'an looked directly at him with some hesitation: "Are you sure Chen Jue is okay?"

Song Ke smiled bitterly: "How can I be sure."

"So we still have to find someone." The words were very like a senior brother, "I'll take care of Chen Nian. If it doesn't work, I will follow her 24 hours a day. I don't believe she won't visit her brother."

Song Ke thought for a while, then suddenly asked, "Did you know that she celebrated her birthday some time ago?"

Cheng Yi'an asked in a daze: "When?"

"Just last month." Song Ke drank the water and told him, "Prepare a gift in the trunk before following. If she finds out, say that you want to surprise her and make up for her birthday."

"..." Cheng Yi'an was so shocked that he couldn't say a word for a while.

In fact, he can only serve as a military adviser to others, and he can do nothing when it is his turn.He obviously wanted to call Chen Jue. He wanted to call before going to bed yesterday and when he woke up this morning, but after hesitating for a long time, he still didn't call.

After changing clothes and going out together, Cheng Yian asked him where he was going, and he said, "Go back to my hometown."

Stepping on the familiar bus, everything is the same as before.Window seats, dusty windows, bumpy inter-provincial roads.The only difference is his state of mind and the people sitting beside him.

I took another medicine on the way.

In the last two follow-up visits, the doctor was very optimistic about his condition and suggested that he should consider stopping the medicine in due course.In fact, he himself felt strange, he always felt that his illness was getting better for no apparent reason, as if he hadn't had hallucinations for a long time when he came to his senses.

If it was because Chen Jue had returned to his side, it probably wasn't because they hadn't necessarily seen each other for two weeks recently.But the feeling of constant anxiety in my heart is gone, the feeling of being unaccompanied and no one can be found anywhere is gone, and the occasional mood swings are nothing compared to before.

Maybe it's a sense of security, he couldn't tell.

He reached out to stop a car in front of the bus station square, and after getting in, he turned his head and stared at this somewhat strange place with ecstasy along the way.

The appearance of my hometown has been greatly changed. Viaducts have been built in the city center, tile-roofed houses have been replaced by buildings, and only the local accent remains the same.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at the cemetery.Each side of the bare cemetery is narrow, like affordable housing, tightly packed together.Climbing up the steps, there are some withered chrysanthemums scattered on both sides, and there are not many paper money and fruits.

When they were resettled, they lacked money and were so poor that they could not even afford food. Naturally, their father was buried in a remote place.In the past few years, Song Ke thought about moving the tomb, but whenever she had to make up her mind, she was afraid that her father would blame her, and that her father would not want to leave the hometown where she grew up.

When he was halfway up the mountain, he was slightly out of breath and stopped to rest for a while.

Although it was afternoon, the mountains and forests were still foggy, and the space was moist and cool.Looking back at the time when he came, he slowly felt a feeling as if he had passed away.

It took a long time to finally find it.

There was a thick layer of dust on the tombstone, and the writing on it was almost unclear.Song Ke knelt down and wiped carefully with a cotton shirt. She wiped her father's tombstone, photos, and engraved inscriptions very clean, and then took care of the surrounding leaves and green moss.

After all this work, I was so tired that I was sweating.Sitting by the monument and looking at the town down the mountain, I remembered my father holding my hand to school when I was a child, and wearing the white thread-woven work gloves, which were rough to the touch, but warm and generous. That was my father's palm.I was obviously well-behaved all the way, but when I got to the school gate, I insisted on driving because I felt ashamed.Dad often smiled and patted his head, saying: "If you don't hold it, you won't hold it. Dad will pick you up after class. Wait until Dad hears?"

Now it's impossible to hold Dad's hand again.

There are many words in my heart that I want to say to my father, but I don't know which sentence to start for a while, so I can only sit quietly.There are layers of clouds in the distance, and the golden glow shines through the gaps between the interlayers. The only railway station in the small town is located at the foot of the mountain alone, and the platform is fully illuminated. It is the hometown in childhood memories.

He sat until the setting sun was dim, and only a shallow tooth remained, before he took out the amulet on his body.

I have been carrying it around for the past few days, but the surface is still very clean, because I cherish it.Opening the purse, the note inside was crumpled. After all, it had been wet and dried, so it was lucky that the ink stains were still there.

He read it to his father and choked up before he finished.

"Look, Dad. There are people like you who want me to take care of my health and live a long life." My heart was sore and swollen, and a warm feeling spread from my chest.

"dad……"

The train clanged and rolled out of the platform, passed through the mountains and forests, and passed the residential buildings. There were happy children in the windows.

Because his voice was covered, he paused for a while, and repeated softly: "Dad, I miss you."

After finishing what I wanted to say, I finally went down the mountain.

Looking back from the foot of the mountain, everything above becomes blurred, only the memory is always fresh.

Take a taxi to the former residence and knock on the door downstairs.Aunt Zhao was so happy to see him, she pulled him to ask questions, and then made him dinner.He said he didn't want to eat: "I still have something to do when I come back."

"what's up?"

"I want to buy back the original house."

Aunt Zhao insisted on accompanying him to ask questions, and the two went to the intermediary at the door together. Fortunately, he was not off work yet, but he was a bit ignorant.

"It's really strange, why this suite has become a favorite. It's not that I don't want to help you ask, it was just sold a few months ago, how could anyone be willing to change hands so quickly?"

"Please help me to ask the other party's wishes," Song Ke said softly, "The price can be negotiated."

"It's not about the money." The salesman muttered.

Thinking that the other party was troublesome, Aunt Zhao was in a hurry: "Why don't you give us his phone number, and our mother and I can contact him directly."

"Then what?" The other party raised his voice suddenly, "You old lady is really...the owner is a person with a reputation, can you let you harass me on the phone?"

Song Ke stretched out her hand to protect Aunt Zhao behind her: "Forget it, we will come again next time, thank you very much."

"It's still your son who speaks the truth."

The salesman was also a little embarrassed, and after thinking about it, he said: "To tell you the truth, this house is definitely useless. The family I lived in was unwilling to sell, and I, the owner, insisted on paying money and effort, and visited the door several times in person. It was only then that he was persuaded, and he even arranged a job for his son in the city, that is, that is the one called..." He stammered and paused before finally remembering, "It's a big company called Mingtu. "

Song Ke could hardly react. She raised her head after a while, feeling dizzy from ringing in her ears: "Is the owner's name Chen Jue?"

The other party's eyes widened: "How do you know?"

After the silence, even Aunt Zhao understood, and held his arm tightly for a long time before saying, "That's great, that's great..."

It turned out that Chen Jue had already bought the house for him, but he didn't tell him.His broken childhood, his lonely past, Chen Jue knew that he was powerless to change.The deep enmity between them, the days and nights they have let each other down, Chen Jue also knows, unable to change.

But there are still some things in time, such as renting an office for Ruiyan, helping him buy an old house, and fulfilling his happiness.As long as he can do for him, even if he wants to leave him, Chen Jue is willing.

Ever since she regained her memory, Chen Jue has completely belonged to Song Ke, but Song Ke doesn't even know where the others are.

When we arrived at the bus station, there was only the last bus back to Linjiang.

Sitting in the empty waiting hall, Song Ke felt a little sad, with a slight bitterness in her mouth, but she couldn't tell why.Later, Cheng Yi'an called and the car had already started.

He pressed his forehead against the glass and asked quietly, "Did you find it?"

"Not yet." Cheng Yi'an's voice was a little hoarse, "Chen Nian is really a cruel girl, she just sat in the office and worked overtime all day without looking at her brother. What about you, when will you come back?"

"Already on the way back."

"Why in such a hurry?"

"It's not in a hurry," he didn't know how to explain, his words seemed a little weak, "it's just that I suddenly feel homesick."

Hometown is home, and Linjiang, where Chen Jue has worked hard, is also home, and it is hard to tell who is more important than who.

After arriving at the station, I took a taxi and went straight to the company.

Because some information is still there, it is not easy to think about it when you take it home to do things and keep yourself busy.

The park during the holiday was very depressed and quiet. The security guard dozed off in the small room, and two stray cats walked leisurely on the deserted road.Song Ke squatted down to tease them, and then got up and walked towards the office. She looked a little lonely, but she didn't feel it in her heart.

Turning a corner, I saw a faint light in the computer room from a distance.

At this time, there are still people working overtime in the company without turning on the headlights, maybe because they don't want to waste electricity.

When I went upstairs, I found that the work area was quiet and dark. Except for the murmur of the water dispenser, there was only a faint sound coming from the direction of the corridor, as if someone was typing on the keyboard.Song Ke walked slowly along the carpet, and through the open door, she saw a person sitting behind a desktop computer in the corner.

The other party was leaning sideways, with a tall and straight silhouette, and a familiar nose and eyebrows.Song Ke thought it was imagination in a trance, otherwise why would he show up at the company so late?

But Chen Jue looked very real, because he was typing and coughing in a low voice.He was very forgetful about his work, and his face was even a little serious. He had a water glass in his hand but hadn't touched it for a long time. He just frowned slightly and stared at the screen intently.

Song Ke stood there, her thoughts almost frozen, until she heard him call "Song Ke".

For a moment, I was at a loss and my mind was blank, and I was so shocked that I didn't know what to do.

Just as he was about to bite the bullet and go in, he found that Chen Jue didn't look out the door at all.His eyes were still fixed on the computer, but his body moved slightly sideways, leaning in front of an inconspicuous device.

The palm is big, black, and stands on the table with a small stand.

It should be radio equipment.

Chen Jue seemed to be in good spirits, but it was only when Song Ke opened his mouth that he realized that he was really sick.He tapped a key with the index finger of his right hand. Although the words were short, the voice was weak no matter what.

He said, "Happy New Year."

Every new year is worth remembering for both of them because it is the anniversary of their relationship.

Chen Jue seemed very tired. After finishing speaking, he lowered his head, squeezed the bridge of his nose and rubbed it.His eyes seemed uncomfortable, no matter how much he rubbed them, he couldn't lift his head up for a while.

After a long time, I wiped my face.

He didn't make another sound, just sat there motionless, making no sound at all.

Song Ke turned her back outside the door, clasped her face in her hands, and her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

After working so hard to this day, I don't even dare to say "I love you", only vague and deep feelings are left.