God said I would meet you

Zhang Xinli took Lin Jinyu back to his place temporarily.

There was a complicated flow of people around the station, Zhang Xinli led him, squeezed away all kinds of soliciting scalpers and aunts selling power banks, and went straight back to the small hotel.

On the bed was his bag that he hadn't even unzipped. It seemed that when he got out of the car and arrived at the place, he didn't delay for a second after putting his things away, and went straight to Lin Jinyu's house.

Lin Jinyu hadn't spoken since he left the house. Zhang Xinli asked him to sit down and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

The atmosphere of the meal at night was almost like the inside of a gas-filled pressure cooker. No matter how good the food was, it was hard to swallow, but Lin Jinyu shook her head.

He has no appetite and doesn't want to eat anything.

"Do you want to sleep for a while?" Zhang Xinli looked at his jet-black hair and said, "I'll be with you."

Lin Jinyu still shook her head.He didn't move or speak, as if immersed in a horrible dream.

It seemed that all of a sudden, the person who had been standing behind him and watching him just walked away, simply, gracefully, without a trace, and his parents didn't want him anymore.

An indescribable sense of emptiness surrounded him, as if a piece of his heart that had been filled for 20 years suddenly became empty, a piece of where he came from, a crack that could not be filled by anything, just like Bai Xianyong's "Nuwa Refining" A crack in the sky that even a stone can't make up for."

Lin Jinyu lowered his head slightly, Zhang Xinli squatted down, put his hands on his knees, and looked at his face: "Then what do you want to do," he asked, "Anything is fine, just tell me, okay?"

There was no hint of persecution in the tone, only inquiry and solicitation, as well as gentle guidance.

The warmth of his palm was like a bridge, allowing Lin Jinyu to feel his own existence.

For a long time, Lin Jinyu didn't speak. Zhang Xinli was very patient and didn't rush him. After a few seconds, Lin Jinyu finally said, "I want... to go back." He said, "I don't want to be here."

He wanted to stay away from here, away from everything here, Zhang Xinli said: "Okay, tomorrow or now?"

Lin Jinyu said, "Right now."

The sky was getting darker. After he said that, Zhang Xinli stood up and said, "I'll buy a ticket now and take you back to school, okay?"

He kept asking Lin Jinyu in gentle, opinion-seeking sentences, letting him make all the decisions. Lin Jinyu nodded, and Zhang Xinli quickly bought the nearest bus, showed him his phone, and said, "The bus departs after eight o'clock. It's still early, let's rest for a while."

The cold white light from the screen shone on Lin Jinyu's face, making him look more gloomy and gloomy. He glanced at the interface on the phone, and slowly turned his gaze to Zhang Xinli.

Zhang Xinli looked into his eyes, reached out and touched his face with the palm of his hand, and asked, "Sleep, or do you want to play with your phone?"

Lin Jinyu was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "I want to take a bath... the train is dirty." He seemed to be a bit addicted to cigarettes, so he asked "Do you have any cigarettes?"

It's a long way from here to Lin Jinyu's school. No matter which train he takes, he has to spend the night on the bus. Zhang Xinli's cigarette money for several months has been included in the ticket. He has no cigarettes on him right now, but he finally made a request when he saw Lin Jinyu. , breathed a sigh of relief, said that he would go shopping now, and then got up to find him towels and clothes.

Lin Jinyu didn't even bring out any clothes, and she had nothing on her body. Zhang Xinli found the way and asked, "Do you want to change or wear mine?"

It's not a problem for them to change clothes. Lin Jinyu didn't say anything, just took his clothes and underwear, went in, boiled water, and took a bath.

Zhang Xinli watched him enter the door with his clothes very normally, put the towel on the rack, and then went to boil water, as if nothing happened, he put his heart down for a while, and went out to buy cigarettes.

There was a lot of traffic around the station, red letters scrolled on the big screen, and migrant workers carrying sacks were squatting in every corner and smoking cigarettes. Zhang Xinli bought a pack of Ruan Liqun, went to a clean store to cook two dishes, and brought them back. When I swiped my room card and entered the door, I heard the sound of water in the bathroom like raindrops.

The sound of water like sand and stones falling to the ground covered up the sound of the door closing and his footsteps. Through the slightly transparent frosted glass on one side, Zhang Xinli saw Lin Jinyu propping his hands on both sides of the sink, arching his back slightly, The cover of the sound of water is crying.

His arched back trembled slightly with the movement of crying, and the sound of whimpering was swallowed by the sound of water.

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About 10 minutes later, Lin Jinyu changed her clothes and came out.Zhang Xinli acted as if he hadn't seen the scene just now, he didn't ask him, and he didn't comfort him, he opened the box as if he didn't know anything, and asked Lin Jinyu to have dinner.

At eight o'clock, the two of them left the room and got on the train. Because it was the last wave of buying tickets, their tickets were scattered, and the carriage was crowded, and other passengers had already settled down.

Zhang Xinli exchanged tickets with him and let him sleep on the lower bunk. After sitting with him for a while, he waited until the lights were turned off and climbed up.

It was pitch black inside and outside the car, and only the muffled rumble of the train could be heard, and the railroad tracks stretched over mountains and mountains.

In the middle of the night, around twelve o'clock, Lin Jinyu began to turn over frequently, not in the ordinary sense of turning over in sleep, he was like fish being fried in a frying pan or meat on fire, almost every 5 minutes Shake it once.

There was the sound of someone coughing up phlegm from next door, the child on the upper bunk was talking in sleep, someone was pulling their shoes and groping in the aisle, going to the toilet... Countless trivial sounds came and went, and when none of them disappeared, these mundane, intermittent sounds Mixed with the rumble of the train, a noisy pop song was played. Lin Jinyu's mouth was dry and he couldn't sleep. He wanted a quiet environment, and any sound annoyed him.

When he rolled over for about the seventh time, there was a sudden crackling sound from the upper bunk above his head. Zhang Xinli stepped on the edge of the bed as lightly as possible, grabbed the railing, and got down to Lin Jinyu's side.

In the darkness, the man's vulgar snoring and the sleeping woman's breathing came and went one after another. Zhang Xinli stepped on the foot of Lin Jinyu's bed, knelt down on the greasy quilt, patted his shoulder lightly, and asked, "Can't sleep?"

Lin Jinyu knew in his heart that this was a side effect. He swallowed, lowered his voice, and said, "It's okay." He said, "I want to drink water."

Zhang Xinli reached out and touched his forehead, and then reached into his back. Lin Jinyu's back was covered with a layer of sweat, wet and cold.

"Turn over and lie on your stomach." Zhang Xinli went to find his own water glass and gave him a drink, then found out the towel, lifted the quilt, stood in the gap between the suitcases next to the bed, and gave him the chest and back. Sweat wiped off.

Lin Jinyu felt better after drinking the water and asked him to go to sleep.

But Zhang Xinli shook his head and told him to sleep peacefully.

Lin Jinyu lay on his side facing the outside again, and saw Zhang Xinli cover him with the quilt, and then sat down in the little space he left.

The bunks were cramped, and the train screeched—it was coming into the station.

The scenery outside the window moved slower and slower. The train conductor on the platform hurriedly walked with his horn in hand. Lin Jinyu looked at Zhang Xinli's profile with his eyes open by the lights on the ceiling of the station. The lights were as white as snowflakes, and he seemed to be sitting on the ground. In the clear moonlight.

Zhang Xinli turned to look at him, and said, "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

That look reminded him of the rainstorm in the pit many years ago, the embrace that was mixed with rain and mud, but was extremely warm and reliable.Lin Jinyu stared at him for a moment, then moved her body to lean against Zhang Xinli, touching his back through the quilt.

The car came to a stop, the door opened, and the sound of the wheels of the suitcase grinding against the ground began to sound in the aisle. Under the small lights in the aisle, figures passed by. Zhang Xinli was sitting on his side with a corner of the quilt on his knees. Each stretched out an index finger to hook.

Section by section of the carriage was like a long snake, leading them to an unknown distance, Lin Jinyu slowly closed her eyes and sank into a dream.

He dreamed that he and Zhang Xinli were standing side by side in the endless wilderness, covered with snow, the turbulent snow was like goose feathers, and the thick white snow fell on Zhang Xinli's shoulders and suddenly turned into steel chains.

Lin Jinyu shouted hoarsely in the heavy snow, but she couldn't make any sound. Those chains born from the sky criss-crossed and criss-crossed, and thorns grew out, which bound Zhang Xinli tightly. The thorns penetrated deeply into the skin, and the blood dripped to the ground. Like a large piece of rose in bloom.

They dragged him into the drowsy clouds, and Lin Jinyu ran after him, but he could never touch his lover. Zhang Xinli's wrists were pierced by huge spikes, his eyebrows were covered with frost and snow, his eyes were drooping, Looking at Lin Jinyu sadly but helplessly under the disappearing clouds, the white air exhaled from his lips dissipated into the sky and the earth.

This bloody dream seemed to imply something, Lin Jinyu frowned in her sleep, her eyelashes trembling uneasily.

What he didn't know was... In the school at this time, a piece of news had been circulated for a long time through the Internet in all directions. It was about an expensive jersey that was lost on the basketball court a few months ago. Unreproducible, so that the owner is so anxious and angry.

This news has been on the top of the forum and QQ wall for at least half a month. Shao Rong, a 20XX student majoring in radio and television editing and directing, solemnly explained the process of losing his jersey, and how valuable this jersey is, how valuable it is to himself. It has so much spiritual significance, it is a golden dream, representing the Mamba spirit and the honor of the Lakers' sixteen championships.

He accused Lin Jinyu, a student of a class of 20XX, by name and surname, of stealing his jersey at the southwest corner of the basketball court while he was unaware, and ordered the jersey to be returned on the same day. The counselor explained the situation and hoped that your school or department would cancel all the student's awards and postgraduate qualifications.

The comments below were full of enthusiasm, and they all condemned this Lin Jinyu for reading the book into the stomach of a dog, embarrassing the college students, and should directly report to the police...