Pandora's Box

I also miss Zhuo Wenyang very much.

I miss the security of waking up and finding him sitting next to me.

The sun would come in through the window, on his hair and his eyes, and everything would be sparkling.

That alone is beautiful and brightens up my dreary and gray day.

I don't want him to look good, I don't want him to be famous, and I don't want him to be rich, I just want to get close to him for no reason.

This is the first time that I have no plans and actively want to get close to a person, so I feel hurt very easily.

Am I being too hypocritical?

I kind of regret it.

But it is impossible for me to go to him to apologize.If the deceived person still needs to bow his head and reflect on himself, where is the morality?

"Uncle Chen!" I crossed my legs and walked back and forth at the door, completely like an ant on a hot pot, "I'm so anxious! Are you alright?"

Although he knew he was taking a shower, he couldn't be that fast, but Lu Feng was using the other bathroom, so I might as well urinate at the door to urge Lu Feng.

Turning around again for dozens of seconds, this kind of torment that lasts for a few seconds is really enough for me. I have nowhere to go, and I lie on the door in despair, wailing: "Uncle Chen..."

The door finally opened with a "touch". In the haze of water vapor, I saw Uncle Chen come out wrapped in a towel in a state of embarrassment.

He said, "Sorry, sorry..."

I didn't even have time to be polite, I already rushed in with a stride.

After going to the toilet at the speed of light, my whole body and mind were released, and I was finally able to calm down and walk out with a renewed attitude.

"it's okay no problem."

Uncle Chen smiled and said, "You can't hold back. Don't go to the bathroom at the last second. It's not good for your health. How many times have I told you about this bad habit."

He hadn't put on all his clothes yet, and I saw a scar on his chest that wasn't particularly big, but was very hideous.

The marks startled me.

I pointed at him: "This is..."

"Oh...this," he looked down and said, "it's nothing, I was injured before."

"Gunshot wound?!"

"Ah."

"God..."

Hit there, where the heart is, and he can still stand here and talk to me.

I was puzzled and asked, "Are you... all right?"

"It's something," he said with a smile, "I've lost consciousness for almost two years."

"..."

"Because of the lack of oxygen in the brain," he pointed to his own head, "it's not working well here either. I can't remember things. Last night Lufeng helped me fix the stove, and I said 'God. Hey, when did you fix it!', but this morning, when I was using the stove, I said, 'My God, when did you fix it', which made Lu Feng amused, he said it was like watching a replay of the scene. "

"..."

I can't laugh.

I think of myself at that time, saying to him, "You have read so many books, but you don't see much use", and I think of his expression at that moment.

My heart, devoid of blood or tears, also suddenly felt a surge of guilt.

How stupid I am to poke people's scars like this.

If it weren't for such an accident, he should be able to live a good life now. Twenty years ago, the gold content of graduates from X University was still quite high, so how could he be reduced to this.

Life is really impermanent.

I can only say: "You have a very good son, don't worry, he can take care of you in the old age."

"Ah," he sincerely smiled shyly, "he is much better than me."

"Then... where is your wife?"

"The cancer died," he said.

"..." I didn't know how to talk, "Oh, well, your son is so good, grandparents will be very happy..."

He paused and said, "My dad left early. I just graduated and worked for two years, and before I had time to be filial, my mom left too."

"..."

He whispered, "I'm really, not a good son."

This happened at least ten years ago, and when he mentioned it, there was still a sad look on his face.

I really wanted to ask something, but in view of my level of chatting, I really didn't dare to talk too much.

He looked at me: "So, you and your dad, if you have time, please contact us more often. If you want to raise a child but don't wait for your relatives, you will regret it if you miss it."

"Oh……"

I thought it was bad enough that I lost my memory in a car accident, but after such a comparison, I couldn't help but sympathize with him.

There are people in this world who are more unlucky than me.

At dinner time, five hard dishes were already set on the table, and Cheng Yichen was still busy in the kitchen tinkling with Lu Feng.He cooks a lot of food. He usually has four dishes and one soup. Only by relying on Lu Feng, the monster of the abyss, to be in charge of cleaning the bottom of each dish, can he guarantee the discs. How could he be so extravagant tonight?

"There are so many dishes today?" I swayed there, and the aroma of steamed crab with garlic vermicelli made me a little greedy.

Cheng Yichen brought out another plate of fried lamb with green onions, very happy: "My son is coming to eat."

"Oh!"

I have lived here for a while, and I have never seen his son come to the door.For him, this is a great event.

So I helped to arrange the dishes, and then I sat and waited for the meal to start when I heard the doorbell ring.

Lu Feng and Cheng Yichen were in the kitchen, cutting winter melon and washing shellfish, I jumped up: "I'll go and open the door!"

Because I started to like Cheng Yichen, even his son I love Wujiwu, I can't wait to show a little kindness.

I rushed to the door and turned the handle, grinning.

The door opened, and I saw that cold face unexpectedly.

He nodded and whispered, "Hello."

I was stunned there, at a loss.

"You're here," Cheng Yichen came over, wiped his hands on the apron, and greeted with a smile, "Xiao Jing, this is my son, Wen Yang. Wen Yang, this is Xiao Jing."

I:"……"

He said, "Well, I know, we know each other."

Cheng Yichen said: "Oh, that's right, you should have seen it before. Wen Yang was also in Nangao before, and he seemed to be in the same class as you. Come on, Wen Yang, change your shoes, they just mopped the floor."

"???" I was still stuck in place, more and more confused, "Really?"

Zhuo Wenyang changed the slippers silently, and seemed to sigh, before finally saying, "Lin Jing, for three years in high school, I was at your desk."

I:"????"

He showed Cheng Yichen what he was carrying again: "Dad, this is for you."

"What's this?"

He said: "A foot tub for massaging your feet. Didn't you say that your feet are sore, so I bought one for you on the way. You see where to put it, and I'll take it for you."

Facing this kind of hard-core gift that can only make me roll my eyes, Cheng Yichen looked happy: "Did I say that? It looks good, try it tonight! Just put it here first. By the way, you and Xiao Jing Let's talk for a while, there is still some soup for dinner, it will be ready soon."

Cheng Yichen went to work in the kitchen again, Zhuo Wenyang put the heavy things away, and sat down at the dining table silently.

I'm still struggling to recall the fact that I was at the same table with him, but I don't have any impression.

There seems to be a blank in my memory about this person.

He seemed to see that I was racking my brains, and said in a low voice: "After you were discharged from the hospital in a car accident, I went to see you. I also brought a CD."

I thought for a while: "Ah!"

I suddenly remembered that I had indeed seen him.

At that time, he was very thin and haggard. He took an unknown CD and asked me about it. He looked very tormented and inexplicable.

And I never saw him again after that.

There are so many people and things in life, like light and shadow passing by quickly, it is difficult to leave traces one by one, especially when I am in a daze.

When we meet again, he will be completely different.Now he is tall and straight, calm, mature, and calm.

Naturally, it is impossible for me to salvage a lonely afterimage from my vague memory to fit him.

I exclaimed: "You have changed a lot!"

"Well," he was silent for a while, and then said, "I'm sorry about the previous thing. I was wrong. I shouldn't have kept it from you first, and I shouldn't have avoided it later. I should have apologized and explained to you."

In fact, I was already not so angry. Even if there was still a small flame of anger, when I saw him in person, it was like meeting Gan Lin, and it was quickly extinguished.

"Then why on earth did you take those classes with me?" You can't really be idle and have nothing to do to tease me.

He was silent for a while before he said, "Because we used to be good friends."

I was shocked: "Really?"

"Ah."

I asked curiously, "The best kind?"

He was quiet for a while: "Yeah."

I suddenly figured out one thing: "Ah, I see, no wonder I was admitted to T University!"

He looked at me.

"Is it all because you are helping me with tutoring?"

He seemed to smile: "But you worked very hard back then."

I was shocked: "There are times when I work really hard?"

"Well," he said, "you're serious."

"So when I'm serious, I'm really the kind of player who can get into T University without cheating? I'm so talented? Am I a genius?"

He thought for a while: "Of course, there is also a little bit of luck."

"..." It doesn't have to be so truthful.

"But, in this case, why didn't you tell me from the beginning? Just say that we used to be friends, wouldn't it be fine?"

He shook his head: "It's not the same."

"what?"

"Tell you that we used to be friends, and you can't remember the feeling of being friends with me, and you won't admit that I am your friend from your heart," he said softly, "Once you forget this kind of thing, you can only Started over."

Seems to be right.

"Being told the facts" and "being aroused" are two different things.

It's like if one day, some man suddenly came to me and told me that he was my real father, and I couldn't have fatherly feelings for him because of this.

Thinking of this, I was also relieved.

"But we're still friends, aren't we?"

He looked at me and smiled slightly: "Yeah."

"But anyway, how did you find out which classroom I was in?"

The normal state of contemporary college students is that they often cannot remember where their classrooms are.

"My dad said that a friend's child was going to board here, but I didn't know it was you at the time, and he asked me to bring you a pair of shoes. After returning to China, Lu Feng went to work that day, so I came to see me Bring the shoes, Dad. Then I saw the schedule on the wall," he said, "with your name on it."

"..."

So that was the day he showed up next to me and woke me up with a pen.

I suddenly feel a little happy.

And he bought those shoes for me, rounding them up means he gave me a gift.