Jiangzhu's Summer

The purple irises downstairs have bloomed for a whole season, and time passed by very flatly.

Zhu Jingci still diligently brings breakfast every morning, and eats lunch confidently at noon. The two protagonists don't seem to think there is anything wrong with this, and they have reached a strange tacit understanding invisibly.

After Zhu Jingci bought a round of all the chocolate-flavored desserts in that bakery, autumn was almost over.

"Puffs, filling cookies, cheesecakes, hardwood... what other chocolate-flavored desserts?" Zhu Jingci listed them one by one on the draft paper, chanting in his mouth.

Going to a new bakery, he thought.

After Jiang Chenyu sat in for a few days, he finally realized that this person's enthusiasm for looking for chocolate snacks would not disappear for a while.In consideration of his precarious abdominal muscles recently, he had to interrupt the people around him.

"Actually, you don't have to eat chocolate snacks every day." He said tactfully.

"Then what else do you like to eat?" Zhu Jingci bit the pen holder and looked at him with round eyes.

That look in his eyes made Jiang Chenyu feel that no matter what unbelievable things he wanted, he would go to heaven and earth to find them.

For no reason, he thought of that sentence, when the concubine of Hongchen smiled, no one knew it was Lizhi.

Why is it the allusion of the emperor and the concubine again?

He hurriedly turned his eyes away, "It's better if it's lighter."

So then it became a Cantonese-style early one-stop.Shrimp dumplings, siu mai, barbecued pork buns, mugwort cakes, red rice sausage, and porridge. Fortunately, there are so many types of morning tea, Zhu Jingci no longer has to worry about the breakfast pattern in a short time.

Xu Mumu, who came to eat dinner, laughed at him while stuffing shrimp dumplings in his mouth, saying that he was like Jiang Chenyu's little daughter-in-law, who delivered breakfast more frequently than the girl who chased him every day.

The speaker has no intention, but the hearer may not.Uncommonly, Jiang Chenyu didn't refute back, but turned his head uncomfortably.

Zhu Jingci stared at his side face, maybe it was because he had been looking at it for a long time, but he always felt that there was a redness there, and his heart was pounding, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

Many years later, Zhu Jingci was wandering the streets of New York, and was driven by a sudden rainstorm, and entered a small bookstore on the corner of the street.The owner of the shop is an elderly Chinese man. He saw that his compatriots were very enthusiastic on the streets of a foreign land, so he poured him a cup of coffee and asked him to look around.

The shop is small and the bookshelves are placed close together.Probably because few people visit it, the wood grains are covered with dust, and the dim lights reflect it, making it inexplicably desolate.

He hadn't seen a book in Chinese for a long time, so he took one out of his excitement, which was the newly revised "Yi Tian Tu Long Ji".

He has only watched it twice on TV, and he has a general idea of ​​the plot, but he has never read the original book.Turning a page casually, it happened that Xie Xun was trapped in Shaolin Temple, and Zhang Wuji begged Zhou Zhiruo to break the magic circle with him to save people.

The book reads like this:

Zhou Zhiruo sneered and said, "We had a marriage agreement before, but my husband's life is dying now, and I didn't hurt your life today, others will definitely say that I still have old feelings for you. If I invite you to help me again, everyone in the world will be a hero Call me shameless and promiscuous."

Zhang Wuji said anxiously: "We just need to have a clear conscience, what do you do with other people's words?"

Zhou Zhiruo said: "What if I feel ashamed?"

He was caught off guard and thought of that distant morning.

It's been so long, but when I recall it, the picture seems to be completely clear.It seems that I have been thinking about it all these years.

He remembered Xu Mumu's joking tone, the fragrance of irises outside the window, and his unstoppable heart that seemed about to jump out,

I remember that the boy sitting by the window turned his face sideways, and he could only see the reddish pinnae, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly raised.Thinking about it now, he was probably laughing at the time, but he was too embarrassed to let himself see it.

why are you laughing?And why are you blushing?What was he thinking at that time?

Didn't he already have "a guilty conscience" at that time?

No one can answer Zhu Jingci's question.These fragmentary lights and images are hidden in the cracks of the old times, never easily revealed in front of people.Over time, it was put on hold and forgotten, just like the row of ancient bookshelves in front of me, covered with thick dust.

Zhu Jingci hadn't cried for a long time.

When he traveled across the ocean, the plane whizzed past the sea. Under his feet, the land where he grew up and had the people he liked became farther and farther away, becoming a phantom under the clouds.

No one in the cabin knew why this boy with an oriental face burst into tears looking at the porthole of the plane.

At that time, he thought that he would never be sad like this in his life. It was as if his heart had been gouged out, and that place was empty from then on, with the shriveled flesh and blood turning black, and he could no longer feel joy and sorrow.

But to this day, in a bookstore on the corner of a foreign country, those old wounds that have been dormant for many years are being picked away dripping with blood.Only then did he realize that the pain was not a one-off, and the accumulated scars had never healed.It was just about to move, waiting for such an opportunity, and suddenly broke out.

He was so painful that he couldn't stand anymore, he hunched over bit by bit, bent down, and let out a dull wail in his throat.

He thought, Jiang Chenyu, I'm in so much pain.

Jiang Chenyu, where are you, please help me, I am really in pain, I am about to die of pain.

The person he loves is in his hometown, facing him across the sea, no matter whether his life is good or bad, it has nothing to do with him.Year after year, the mountains are high and the water is long, no one can save him.

Weekends are rare and luxurious leisure time for high school seniors.Therefore, every Friday afternoon, the atmosphere in the class is always very lively.

The three of them had already made an appointment to eat beef noodles together after school.But when school was over, a familiar classmate came from the next class and made an appointment to go to the game hall to play billiards.Seven * One & Zero * Dance Eight Eight * Dance < Nine: Zero!

Jiang Chenyu was not interested in such activities, so he would not go as usual.Zhu Jingci naturally followed Jiang Chenyu wherever he went, leaving only Xu Mumu who was eager to try.

The Xu family's family education is very strict, and Xu's mother has always forbidden him to go in and out of this kind of place.But Xu Mumu is playful and can always think of a way to deal with it.He co-operated with Jiang Chenyu in a good way, and specifically asked Jiang Chenyu to help cover when Jiang Chenyu didn't go home.When asked about it, he could also give a reason, saying that he was reviewing homework with Jiang Chenyu and getting away with it.

It was the same this time, Xu Mumu slipped away quickly, and before leaving, he used the little conscience left to tell Jiang Chenyu to accompany Zhu Jingci for dinner, and also emphasized that Jiang Chenyu should go out for a while, and don't go home too early, so as not to be exposed.

Soon there were only two people left in the empty classroom.Jiang Chenyu was arranging his schoolbag, while Zhu Jingci leaned on the table, resting his chin on his palm, and tilted his head to watch his movements.

He wanted to ask, should we still eat noodles together, but he hesitated and dared not speak.Afraid to ask, Jiang Chenyu couldn't talk about it, but what to do.

There were only seven days in a week, and for every five days he saw this person, he would not see him for two days.Naturally, I hope that the longer the time we can get along, the better, even one more meal is good.

"Xu Mumu is too good, now we can only go to eat noodles together." He spoke in a tone that looked like he was really condemning someone.

Jiang Chenyu heard him speak, turned his head away, caught the flash of joy in his eyes, and turned his words to tease him, "Yes, it's too much, why don't we wait for him next time?" Do you want to eat together when you are free?"

The person on the opposite side became anxious all of a sudden, "No," he said in a low voice after thinking about it, "Xu Mumu told you to accompany me for dinner."

"That's how you listen to him?" Jiang Chenyu leaned against the window sill, put his hands on the table, and looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

"No." Zhu Jingci lowered his head and retorted softly.

"Okay," Jiang Chenyu straightened up, and picked up their schoolbags over him, "Let's go, let's eat."

"Yeah." Zhu Jingci pursed his lips, and a small dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Chenyu usually rides a bicycle to and from school, but Zhu Jingci is more used to walking because Maoer Lane is very close to the school.They don't have to go to school tomorrow, and the two of them are not in a hurry. Jiang Chenyu pushes the bicycle, and they walk slowly towards Mao'er Lane.The setting sun was slowly setting behind them, and their shadows were stretched obliquely, looking like they were cuddling each other.

At the entrance of the alley, a sound attracted attention.It was like the thin cry of a small animal.Looking around, the sound came from a cardboard box on the side of the road.

The two walked closer and saw a kitten inside.Thin and weak, the one the size of a palm.Probably not long after weaning, there are black tear stains around the eyes, and she has no strength, crying softly.

They couldn't care less about eating for a while, so they locked their bicycles downstairs at Zhu Jingci's house, found a clean cardboard box to put the kitten in, and took a taxi to the nearest pet hospital.

The doctor checked it. Although the cat is thin and small, it is still healthy. It is not sick or injured. It only needs to take a bath here and do deworming.

The kittens were taken inside to take a bath, and they bought goat milk powder and cat food here.The doctor explained that the kitten is only one month old now, so he can only drink it with goat milk powder, and after two months, he can use goat milk powder to make cat food for him.

Zhu Jingci listened carefully by the side, remembering every point firmly.

The kitten, who had been bathed and dried, was quickly carried out. The stains on her body were washed away, revealing the original orange pattern, which was unexpectedly beautiful.It's a little male cat, fluffy and soft, with round eyes.Zhu Jingci couldn't help touching it lightly with his hand.The little cat meowed softly, stretched out the tip of its pink tongue, and licked Zhu Jingci's palm lightly.

"Hey!" The kitten's tongue was very soft, and it brushed against Zhu Jingci's palm with damp heat, and itched for a while, which was a new experience that he had never experienced before.He turned his head to look at Jiang Chenyu, his eyes were full of surprises, "Jiang Chenyu, you see, it just licked me!"

The cat looked at Jiang Chenyu with round eyes, and Zhu Jingci also looked at Jiang Chenyu with round eyes.Jiang Chenyu thought in a daze that there were two cats sitting in front of him, wagging their soft tail tips and acting coquettishly at him.

Jiang Chenyu felt his heart start beating violently again.Recently, he often felt this way when facing Zhu Jingci.He vaguely felt that this was a dangerous and sweet omen, but he didn't want to think about it.Just let it beat quickly and happily.

There were huge waves outside, and he knew that the defense line in his heart had been breached, but he pretended not to know it.He guessed that the day when the flood was raging was not far away, so he feared and looked forward to it vaguely, waiting for the flood to submerge him as if resigned to his fate.