Xia Lang

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Before picking up the pen, Song Linju looked at Li Zhaozhuo on the screen and comforted him: "It doesn't matter if it doesn't work this time, there will be another time."

Although Li Zhaozhuo acted calmly and accepted good looks all day long, Song Linju still felt his anxiety.

It's not that he doesn't care, but that he doesn't want to show it in front of him.

Li Zhaozhuo was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."

Like before, Song Linju said it was too late at about one o'clock in the morning, and Li Zhaozhuo smiled and said good night, but after hanging up the video, he didn't go to sleep immediately, but continued to study.

Good for nothing

Fortunately, during this period of time, I took a lot of pictures during the video.

Li Zhaozhuo put the photo of Song Linju studying with his head bowed on the screen, and the vertical screen of the mobile phone faced him, which was not much different from the video. It seemed that Song Linju was still with him, and he looked up when he was tired of studying.

After their college entrance examination, the two of them got tired of being together almost all day during the summer vacation, so Song Linju simply moved into the house he rented.

The first person they see when they open their eyes every day is each other. They wash together, run together in the morning sun, eat together, play games together, watch movies together, and when they get tired, they go home and do nothing, just lie down. Together, recharge each other.

After visiting the whole city of Chongming, he took Song Linju to travel in other cities.

The magnificent sunrise on the high mountain, the full moon that shines on the waves receding and advancing, the sky full of stars in the vast field, the bustling market...they have witnessed too much beauty together.

But the passing time brought their two kites flying farther and farther back to reality little by little, allowing them to look directly at what they should face.

He went abroad a month before the end of the holiday, and Song Linju lived up to expectations and was admitted to a very good university.

At the beginning, although they were very busy, they contacted each other almost every day, but as time went on, there were more and more messy things, and they had less and less time to communicate. less.

After graduating from university, he worked hard abroad as planned, and Song Linju became an excellent surgeon.

One time he happened to be going back to China to do some errands, and he suddenly appeared in front of Song Linju after finishing the errands. He originally wanted to give him a surprise, but he seemed to have no other emotions except a little surprise.

They made an appointment to have dinner together in a western restaurant. They were silent for a long time because they had no topic to discuss, but it was Song Linju who spoke first.

"Let's break up." The stated sentence seemed to be the result of his serious thinking.

Just like in a high school class, when he was suddenly asked by the teacher, he stood up and glanced at the question, thinking about the correct answer he got.

For some reason, he was extremely calm when he heard this sentence, and he calmly drank his red wine and asked, "Why?"

His rational attitude is like facing a deal that failed in negotiation. He knows that it cannot be undone, and he just wants to know the reason for his failure in negotiation, so as not to make the same mistake next time.

Song Linju pushed his glasses, and said in a calm voice, "I don't know if you have noticed that the connection between us seems like a task that has to be completed, a meaningless task."

"This kind of stuff just wastes each other's time."

His black eyes behind the lens are cold and alienated. The black eyes that Li Zhaozhuo loved most before are still pure enough, but his reflection is no longer in that purity.

Li Zhaozhuo was noncommittal, maybe he also felt that the reason for wasting time was valid.

Seeing that he didn't refute, but seemed to agree, Song Linju meticulously put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped his mouth, "Also, I should get married soon."

I don't know which word touched him. Li Zhaozhuo, who was still calm just now, suddenly shrank his pupils. He was obviously sitting on the chair, but his heart missed a beat, as if he fell after stepping on the air.

Endless fall.

Li Zhaozhuo on the bed trembled and opened his eyes suddenly, sweating profusely and breathing chaotically, as if suddenly awakened by fate.

He lay motionless on the bed for a long while.

Looking at the familiar furnishings in the room, he still couldn't help feeling flustered. His sweaty hand reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table, his astringent eyes were squinted by the light from the screen, and his vision blurred for a short time.

The first thing he looked at was the date, or today.

Li Zhaozhuo heaved a sigh of relief and lay back on the bed.

It turned out to be just a dream.

He looked at his phone again, it was only early five o'clock, and he only slept for about three hours.

Li Zhaozhuo covered his eyes with his backhand for a while, his head hurt a little, but his mind was very clear, bits and pieces of his dream kept flashing before his eyes, and finally the scene where Song Linju told him that he was going to get married with an indifferent expression was frozen.

marry.

and other women.

Li Zhaozhuo took his hands away, stared at the dark void, and sat up suddenly.

He was really afraid of something, the drowsiness was completely taken away by the bad dream just now, and the anxiety and irritability in his heart urgently needed to be expressed, so he turned up and turned on the light, looking for cigarettes in the cabinet.

None were found.

It was only then that Li Zhaozhuo remembered that after he promised Song Linju not to smoke together, he threw the leftover cigarettes, including the lighter, into the trash can as soon as he returned to the rented house.

Shaking his head irritably, he casually put on a black sweater, and as soon as the hat was covered, Li Zhaozhuo went out. He remembered that there was a 24-hour convenience store downstairs.

After taking a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, Li Zhaozhuo went to the counter to pay.

Noticing that the cashier was always looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, Li Zhaozhuo raised his eyes, and the young man who met his bloodshot sharp eyes trembled slightly.

Li Zhaozhuo handed him the money, his vocal cords were as rough as rolling in sand, "Am I scary?"

After receiving the money, the cashier pretended to be calm and said, "No...not scary."

It just looks a bit like a desperado with no worries.

Seeing the scared look of the cashier, Li Zhaozhuo twitched the corners of his mouth inexplicably and let out a sneer.

The cashier swallowed hard, the hand that gave the change was unbearably stiff, and all kinds of bloody images filled his mind. He didn't realize the dangerous man just now when the prompt sounded "Ding, welcome next time" belonging to the gate. leave early.

Looking at the change he had just found in his hand, the cashier caught up belatedly, "Hey... sir, your change..."

But when he chased to the door, the man had already disappeared.

There were no pedestrians on the street in the early morning, and it was very cold, only the hawkers and sanitation workers who set up stalls. The "shua, shua" sound of the big broom sweeping the ground made the already empty street extremely lonely.

The autumn morning was very cold. Li Zhaozhuo lit a cigarette for himself while walking. The fire shook so violently that it went out within a few strokes.

Reluctantly, Li Zhaozhuo put the cigarette in his mouth, lowered his head, lit the fire with one hand, and blocked the wind with the other, the cigarette finally lit.

Li Zhaozhuo held the cigarette in his left hand, squinted his eyes and took a deep breath, the smoke choked into his throat mixed with the bitter wind.

When exhaling the smoke, Li Zhaozhuo found that his hand holding the cigarette was shaking, and after a little stunned, he laughed at himself.

Last winter vacation, he was thrown by the old man to a training camp in a place where the birds don't shit. In winter, he was wearing a short-sleeved jacket and his hand holding the gun was steady.

He really is, good-for-nothing.

Li Zhaozhuo smoked all the way, lighting up another one after smoking one, and didn't go up when he got downstairs, thinking about things alone in the half-bright morning light.

Although smoking can't help him solve the problem, it can help him clear his mind.

The flickering cigarette butts continued to burn, like the scattered lone stars flickering in the sky at this time.

Until everything was figured out, Li Zhaozhuo stood downstairs and finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, then threw the lighter and the remaining cigarettes into the trash can, turned around and went upstairs.

After taking a bath and seeing that there was still time, Li Zhaozhuo read the book for a while.

On the way to school together, as soon as Li Zhaozhuo spoke to Song Linju, he was startled by his hoarse voice.

"What happened to your throat?"

Did he talk in his sleep all night?Throat so hoarse?

Thinking of the cigarettes he smoked with the cold wind blowing his throat earlier, Li Zhaozhuo just smiled, "It's okay, maybe I caught a cold in Tianliang."

Song Linju took out a thermos from the side of his schoolbag and handed it to him, "Drink some, moisten your throat."

It contains rock sugar pears, which his mother always prepares for him in the morning recently, saying that autumn is here, and drinking this nourishes it, and it is not easy to dry out and get angry.

Li Zhaozhuo opened the lid and took a sip. It was warm and sweet, and his dry and feverish throat was really comfortable. He praised in a hoarse voice: "It's really sweet, and it's quite delicious."

Seeing that Li Zhaozhuo was about to return the thermos cup after taking a sip, Song Linju said, "Hold this cup first, and return it to me after drinking it."

Li Zhaozhuo's returning hand stopped, then turned back again, and said with a smile, "Okay."

After drinking at school, Li Zhaozhuo washed the cup and returned it to Song Linju. After a while, Song Linju went out again with the cup.

Just when Li Zhaozhuo thought that Song Linju went to wash the cup again because of cleanliness, Song Linju entered the classroom and gave him the cup again.

He didn't know why he took it, but he didn't expect it to be heavy.

Song Linju left a sentence, "Drink more water." He went back to his seat.

Only Li Zhaozhuo was left smiling happily while drinking Wen Baikai.

Not to mention, the boiled water in this school is quite delicious.

During get out of class, Sun Wenhao, who just wanted to share a super funny video with Brother Zhuo, looked back excitedly and saw Brother Zhuo buried his head in sleep again.

Although his mouth was about to move, he didn't dare to yell even if he was given ten guts, so he could only act as if nothing had happened, and turned around and whispered to Xie Xuyao ​​Zhou Yan and the others in a low voice.

"Hey... have you noticed that Brother Zhuo seems to be a completely different person recently. He is listening to lectures in class, and he feels like he hasn't slept in hundreds of years after class. He falls asleep as soon as he touches the table. Isn't this completely the same as before? Come here."

Zhou Yan, who was looking at the phone, waved his hand: "Normal, it may be because of the recent study.