far and near

Sister Song came to Baizhou just because of a temporary idea. In previous years, she would stay with her parents for a few days at this time. This year, because the two elders traveled abroad with the Spring Festival tour group, she and her husband were left at home.After mentioning the divorce, the other party only said, "Are you sure? Then I will think about it."

Only the bond of the daughter remains in the relationship between husband and wife, and there are occasional interpersonal needs.This weak marriage has gone on for more than ten years. At one time, even the two of them thought that it was likely to be like this: don't divorce, don't interfere with each other's games, return to the nest when they can't play anymore, and spend their old age happily together.

Another way of dealing with marriage in her circle is to divorce but not separate.The couple also lived in a house, maintaining the illusion of marriage to the outside world.Song Yueqiong, who had brunch in the hotel cafeteria, felt that this kind of marriage also meant "self-help", and it all depended on self-consciousness.

Feng Nian, who came by taxi, appeared at the entrance of the restaurant. After seeing Sister Song, she walked quickly and almost slipped and fell.Feng Nian smiled shyly, took off his down jacket and sat opposite Sister Song, watching the woman cut the watermelon into smaller pieces.

"Aren't you hungry?" Sister Song sat with her back straight, forming a tight line from her shoulders to her arms.Fengnian said he was a little hungry, and I wanted to take you out to eat.

Fengnian, I went out to catch a plane to Baizhou at four o'clock in the morning, not for eating.Sister Song looked at the girl, her gaze fell on the back of her hand, "What's wrong?" Her fingertips lightly touched Fengnian's, "You got burned by oil?"

"On the day of the New Year's Eve dinner, I was going to cook sweet and sour pork, and I accidentally got a few small bubbles from the splashed oil." When Fengnian's hand was slightly withdrawn, Sister Song stood up, "I'll get you some food of."

Fengnian watched her back, moving from the end of her hair to the back and buttocks outlined by the woolen skirt. It happened that Sister Song turned her head and caught her eyes. "Eat some beef and shrimp?"

Feng Nian nodded, and got up to pour two cups of tea.Sitting in front of the window again, Sister Song still chatted with Fengnian as before, talking about George Eliot and Woolf who had been hidden by her long ago. She said that her daughter Zhangzhang might study science and engineering in the future. No emotion, which is a good thing.

Speaking of this, Fengnian's eyes were full of reluctance, and Sister Song smiled, "It's good for me that you study literature." Because this is the way we met.Her legs were close together, her bent knees fell in Fengnian's direction, her knees touched Fengnian's legs but did not move away.Feng Nian drank tea, sip after sip, and he didn't want to move his legs away.

After sitting for more than an hour, Sister Song wiped her mouth, "The weather in Baizhou is better than Beijing, why don't you go out with me?" She naturally helped Fengnian put on her coat first, and touched the girl's face with slightly cold fingertips, "It's all collagen." He poked it again, with a coquettish tone, "Why are you unhappy? Is it because I came to Baizhou suddenly that disrupted your Spring Festival plans?"

Feng Nian said no, he just felt like going to the examination room for the second college entrance examination.She helped Sister Song pick up the coat, and after weighing the thickness, she said that it might not be enough and it would be cold.

Then I will wear yours.Sister Song joked, and put on her coat calmly, "Just walk for a while."

After leaving the hotel, Sister Song asked, "Why is it like the college entrance examination?" What problem did I give you?Or, did I impress you as an examiner?

"I'm not romantic." Fengnian said that I don't know how to be romantic. Your coming to Baizhou is a great joy for me. I don't know what to do to match such joy.She didn't concentrate enough while eating, and she counted a lot of scenic spots in her mind, and rejected them one by one.What can little Baizhou impress the well-informed Sister Song?

In front of Sister Song, Feng Nian, who will be studying for a PhD in the second half of the year, feels small and powerless.Not only does she not know how to be romantic, her eyes are not big, and the money in her pocket may not be as expensive as a coat on Sister Song's body. Plato's feeling sinks a little bit under the beating of the waves of reality.

At this time, Sister Song stretched out her hand, "Do you dare to hold hands outside for a while?"

Fengnian held hands with her without hesitation. Sister Song said that this is the hand of a wonton master. I realized what was different.She closed her eyes and felt Fengnian's face with her knuckles, "You are thin and not too fleshy. You are not suitable for wrapping wontons, so you should pick up a pen." She put Fengnian's hand into her coat pocket, "When we meet and talk, we mostly talk in the car. Here, it’s rare to walk side by side.”

She said Fengnian, you have seen a lot of romanticism in literature. In the simplest terms, romanticism refers to highlighting human subjectivity, right?

When they said this, they walked outside the gate of the hotel, crossing the road and walking on the scenic road along the Baijiang River. Although there are many tourists on the second day of the Lunar New Year.Sister Song and Fengnian never let go of their hands. Fengnian wanted to pull them out when crossing the zebra crossing, but Sister Song still held them firmly.Half of the girl's body went numb, and she said yes, highlighting a person's personality and emotions.

Sister Song didn't say a word, she leaned on the fence and looked at Baijiang after going up the viewing road. She said the scenery was pretty good, it felt a bit like the Huangpu River.Her nose was blown red, and her other hand grasped the skirt of the coat tightly.Looking at the river for a while, Sister Song circled Fengnian's palm with her thumb in her pocket, which reassured Fengnian, because Sister Song did not dislike Neixiu and Xiaojiabiyu from Baizhou.She didn't screw up "romance" for now.

"Fengnian." Sister Song called her, and Fengnian moved closer, trying to catch every word of Sister Song in the wind.

"Since romance is subjective—" She smiled, "It's okay." She let go of Fengnian's hand and brushed her messy hair, "Come with me to taste Baizhou's specialties in the afternoon. If you get fat, I'll blame you." Sister Song scolded Feng Nian.

Feng Nian smiled and said that he would not let you down.But her heart was sour, and some words were stuck in her throat.

Sister Song said that you have been distracted and think that I will not be satisfied when I come to Baizhou.In fact, Baizhou is just one of the countless cities I have visited on business trips, and it is really nothing special.Especially you.

You are thinking about how to satisfy me in our relationship while waiting for my divorce to be successful.You are a person with a strong sense of morality, but also kind and weak. You want to move forward, but you are hindered.Yes or no?

Feng Nian was dumbfounded, but still nodded.The long nose of the plane lost the shadow of the plane, and began to become a thick ball again.

Sister Song touched her hair and smiled. In fact, your face shape is suitable for long hair. Don't straighten it all, just straighten the roots of the hair at the back of the head. Next time I will take you to a barber shop, they have a solution.

They fell silent again, and then Sister Song sneezed a little, Fengnian said let's go back.

Sister Song nodded, looked at the little girl selling flowers in front of her, Feng Nian understood, bought a rose, and finally handed it to Sister Song shyly, "Happy Chinese New Year."

"Why one flower?" Sister Song took the flower and smelled it.

"A thousand pieces of gold buys you a drunk, and you don't ask for anything more than pleasure." Feng Nian read this line from Li Bai's "Imitation of the Ancients", his lips were pale, and after seeing Sister Song's deep eyes, blood quickly filled her face, and her thin lips were also covered. Dye the bright red of roses.

"Look, nerds are very lethal when romanticized." Sister Song turned and walked towards the hotel. She waved to Fengnian with her back turned. Fengnian took a deep breath and strode forward to keep up.

When Fengnian woke up and touched his glasses, he found that it was already dark outside the window. Sister Song turned over and put her arms on her shoulders, and kissed the girl's shoulders with her eyes closed.Although Fengnian is short-sighted, he can see patches of redness from his shoulders to his chest.This is a belated coming-of-age ceremony that Sister Song took her to accomplish overnight.

At first, Sister Song thought that Fengnian didn't understand style, but after she taught Fengnian for a round, Fengnian, who had a strong comprehension ability, knew how to get on the road.Sister Song tasted what Feng Nian gave her in the third round. She nibbled on the girl's ear, "It's not like a novice."

Like a veteran, Feng Nian hugged Sister Song sideways in his arms, letting the smell of her hair penetrate deep into his heart and lungs.Slowly walking to Sister Song's waist, Fengnian's hand stopped there feeling delicate, Sister Song asked what it felt like?

"Where do you look when you raise your eyes, and swallow the fine liquid with a meal." The nerd began to be unruly in bed, which made Sister Song laugh out loud, saying that it was true.

Sure enough, nerds eat meat, and after eating the last meal, they will have the next meal.Sister Song pinched Fengnian's arm, rested for a while, sat up and put on her clothes.She said that there were still two phone calls to make at this point, and kissed Fengnian on the cheek, "Sorry to disturb you."

Feng Nian turned on his phone to check the news, Yu Ren sent two messages, one was asking if he was free tonight?They are going to eat the second round.The second one is an hour later, it doesn’t matter if you don’t come to eat with us in the harvest year, but don’t worry about getting warm yourself, you need physical strength.Yu Ren also added two words, cheap, "Right?"

After answering the text message, Fengnian lay down slowly, for fear of making any noise.Sister Song, who was talking politely to someone, still noticed it, and subconsciously stroked Fengnian's face with the other hand.

It's as real as an illusion, like a dream, like a flower bud stretched out, the core exudes fragrance, and the petals are in full bloom.Fengnian was in such a mood when he looked at the ceiling, and laughed when he thought about it.

Yu Ren was sitting on the floor of her living room, eating lamb chops and lighting her cell phone. She said Feng Nian was back, but she was still not free.

Su Hai said I knew it.She didn't perform well in both meals today, and she only ate one bowl for lunch, and it took a long time for Yu Ren's house to eat the grilled lamb chops cooked by Dean Yu before she wiped out half of them.

"She always puts me down, Sister Yu Ren, you've really learned how bad Fengnian is." Su Hai's face was blushing from the heat from the air conditioner, and Yu Xiaomin took a photo of his hand as soon as he touched the glass of red wine, "Xiao Hai, drink for minors." Clean water." Yu Xiaomin, who was found out at the end of last year, didn't even have a Coke, so everyone could only drink clean water, except for herself, who was still drinking red wine.

"What's wrong with you?" Uosheng's eyes were clean, she was immersed in the joy of Yinxiu's coming out, and she spoke highly of Fengnian, "Xiaohuai can't learn to be bad, she is very decent. "

Yu Ren coughed, as a reminder to Su Hai, who might know the inside story, not to talk too much.

Su Hai lowered his head and gnawed two mouthfuls of sheep sticks, then wiped his hands and pressed his phone, "Bad Fengnian, don't even think about me cutting your hair in your life. You offended me!" Ren Kan smiled, and she touched Su Hai's afro, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, let's release her pigeons next time."

Intimacy fell into the eyes of Yuan Liu who was beside her, and the little girl picked up a second mutton chop for Su Hai, "Xiao Hai, Auntie grilled this piece the best, golden brown and crispy, for you to eat."

Su Hai said it was better for Xiao Liu, and looked at Yu Ren pitifully, and Yu Ren brought her some vegetables, "Xiao Hai looks better after staying in Beijing, does he eat enough vegetables?"

No, I'll eat anything.Beijing Tianergan, I buy a catty of vegetables every day in exchange for eating.Su Hai leaned his head on Yu Ren's shoulder, "Sister Yu Ren, I found that you have always kept your promises." Su Hai also raised his false eyelashes and glanced at his gloomy little girlfriend—Yuan Liu put it into his mouth woodenly. Stuffed with tomatoes, chewed a few more bites, then looked at Suhai depressedly.

Su Hai suddenly remembered an idiom he had heard before, "If you lose the east corner, you will gain the mulberry elm." Xiao Liu looked like he had fallen out of favor.She was in a better mood, smiled at Yuan Liu, and sent a message to Fengnian, "Bad Fengnian, I'm eating lamb chops, and I won't leave any of them for you. You have been downgraded from my friend to a stranger." people."

"You eat, eat more. I have some too." Feng Nian couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth after replying this sentence.

"What are you laughing at?" Sister Song asked after finishing the call.

"The children lost their temper and blamed me for letting their pigeons go and not eating lamb chops together." Fengnian put down his phone and looked at Sister Song intently. His lover greeted her generously, his bright eyes were soft and charming, "Huh?"

A hot current passed through Fengnian's abdomen, she was dumbfounded for a while, and said that Song Yueqiong was over for me, I was over.And Sister Song pulled the quilt to cover the heads of the two of them, and she didn't finish talking.

After the fourth round, Feng Nian was panting for breath before he could bother to ask, his misty myopic eyes flashed with light of thinking again, "Is this what dating is?"

"This is a kind of love." Sister Song laughed softly, "Stupid nerd."