Pandora's Box

I caught his hesitation at that moment, so I smiled and said: "What's the matter? Is there something shameful? Could it be that the golden house hides the beauty and plans to find another house to fool me?"

Zhuo Wenyang immediately opened his eyes wide, as if he was about to explain seriously, I quickly waved my hands: "I'm talking nonsense, just kidding, don't take it seriously!"

He nodded: "Well..."

But in the following time, he obviously became depressed. No matter how much I talked and laughed, he was not in high spirits.

I kind of regret that I made that damn joke. Zhuo Wenyang is rigorous and serious.

Even if I laughed and said he was not good at that, it was better than making him feel that I was suspecting him of being unfaithful to me.Even if this kind of remark is just mentioned casually, it is actually an insult to his character.

Alas, it's all my fault for being outspoken.

After all, this is the first time in my life that I'm with such a decent person, and it's only been a day, so it's too late to develop good habits.

"Could it be that your house is full of my photos?" In order to enliven the atmosphere, I changed my mind, "Wow, it's a little romantic..."

"..."

I looked at his expression: "No?"

He shook his head: "No."

How honest!

I hurriedly held my respect: "That's right, you're not that perverted, hahaha..."

"..."

After getting in the car and driving for a while, I gradually felt a little strange.

According to my expectation, he should live in a well-known business district, which is more in line with the preferences of young people, or he may live with his grandfather in an old wealthy area, or in a wealthy area with a particularly good cultural environment.

As a result, it was on and on, and we seemed to be heading in the direction of T.

This made me start thinking wildly -- does he think that my quality is worrying and I need to go back to school and rebuild?

Although I don't know it, but in front of Zhuo Wenyang, I really can't get rid of the humble feeling of being a scumbag who is afraid that I will make a mistake.

Fortunately, the car didn't really enter T University, but went to a nearby community.

But I didn't expect Zhuo Wenyang to live near the school.After all, it was an easy task for him to choose a house in T City that was more superior and convenient than here.

Although it feels quite friendly here, it looks very old, and it is actually very inconvenient for him to go to work or Cheng Yichen's house.

So I don't quite understand why Zhuo Wenyang chose this area. Could it be the persistence of Xueba?

After entering the community, I parked the car and followed him for a few steps, and I suddenly realized where the intimacy came from.

I looked around: "Hey, when we were studying, did you rent this place?"

Most of the houses here were dilapidated at that time, and they should have been renovated in the past few years. The exterior walls looked decent, and the greening of the community was better than before, but it was still not pleasing to the eye.

When we chose this place, Zhuo Wenyang planned to be close to the school, and I planned to be close to Zhuo Wenyang, so no one cares about the old and simple environment.

Now that there is no need to study hard, and the company is far away, what are you planning, do you have a big heart?

I asked, "Hey, where did you buy your house?"

He said "hmm".

I scratched my head: "This location is good, but it is inconvenient for you. The house is too old, so the living experience is not good, right? The appreciation space is also limited. I feel that as an investment, the return will not be high. Do you want to wait for the demolition? "

He shook his head.

Maybe because he didn't like my overly realistic topic, he became more and more silent.

It made me annoyed too, blaming myself for not smelling so bad.Zhuo Wenyang is the feelings of a scholar, who cares about the income or not, the personal experience of living experience is like drinking water, what can I say.

Alas, but I just feel that he deserves better.

When I walked to a building and saw him open the corridor door with an electronic card, I suddenly had a subtle feeling.

Walking up the stairs, I also gradually became quiet, thinking in my heart that it couldn't be, it wasn't such a coincidence, it couldn't be...

Then I saw that he really stopped on that floor, in front of that door.

I'm a little hairy.

This is the apartment we rented together when we were in college.

Its door still maintains that somewhat mottled look.Zhuo Wenyang inserted the key in and turned it slightly.

I heard "creak" again.At that time, I always complained that the old house had many problems, and the sound of this door was really loud, and it is the same now.

After the familiar sound that once made me complain, the door slowly opened before my eyes.

I seem to have suddenly returned to the dusty past.

The living room is as it used to be.I don't try to remember it, but I know it's what it is.

The same floor, curtains, wallpaper, the same sofa, the same table and chairs, and even the outdated TV, the location has not changed.

There are traces of people living here, but time seems to have stopped here. It seems to have stayed in a certain afternoon more than seven years ago, with a kind of gray, cold tone that belongs to the past.Even if the sun is shining outside, it can't add any brightness and warmth to this space.

Standing in this memory-like image, I felt goosebumps all over my body.

Then I heard Zhuo Wenyang whisper behind me: "Sorry."

I turned to look at him.

"It doesn't mean anything else, don't be afraid. I just, can't get out."

"..."

He said, "Sorry. It's my problem. Please don't mind."

I thought of the draft paper with my name written on it among the notes he lent me.

The past made me miserable, so the self-preservation mechanism made my brain choose to shut down that memory.

And he chose to stay in that memory.

"I might be a little crazy, sorry," he said, looking at me with red eye circles, "sorry, am I being so sick? Am I a patient?"

I hugged him hard: "You are not! You are not!"

I really want to cry, for him, for us who couldn't touch each other at that time, for everything we missed.

He whispered, "Lin Jing, the smell of you on the pillow has disappeared a long time ago."

"..."

His voice sounded very sad: "This place is different from when you left."

The smell will fade, the photos will fade, and the memories left in this space will dissipate.

And this person is always trapped in this cage.

I said, "Don't live here anymore, Zhuo Wenyang."

He looked at me fixedly, and I reached out to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

As if he was frozen in this time, he is the most vulnerable I have ever seen.

"You can come out now," I said, cupping his face hard, "You can move to my place!"

"Ah."

Then I hugged his head tightly in my arms.

We have all been patients once, but fortunately we have also become each other's medicine.