Green Bamboo Green - Blossoms on the Moshang

Fang Qingqing and Qiao Qiuyun made an appointment to spend the weekend together in her rented apartment, which was to celebrate the official start of their careers.

Qiao Qiuyun lived in the dormitory provided by the school, and it took about an hour by subway to Fang Qingqing's place.

Fang Qingqing slept late, got up to wash up, made herself a bowl of oatmeal, made a simple breakfast, then went downstairs with her keys and wallet to buy groceries in the supermarket.

Qiao Qiuyun basically wasn't picky about food, so Fang Qingqing calculated a few dishes in her mind, then made quick purchases in the supermarket, and when she returned to the apartment with her things, she just received a call from Qiao Qiuyun, saying that she was coming soon.Qiao Qiuyun came once when she was moving, and knowing the exact location, Fang Qingqing didn't go out to pick her up, and let her go upstairs by herself.

Back at the apartment, Fang Qingqing washed the fruits and put them on the dining table, just as Qiao Qiuyun knocked on the door.The two greeted each other and sat on the sofa chatting. Fang Qingqing picked up an apple and peeled it.

"Is work going well?" Qiao Qiuyun sat across from her and asked while looking at her.I forgot when, Qiao Qiuyun no longer wears glasses with frames, but wears contact lenses instead.Fang Qingqing's eyesight has been maintained very well, and she doesn't have the trouble of wearing glasses, so naturally she doesn't pay much attention to this change.

"A little nervous." Fang Qingqing replied. After getting along with her for a long time, she was used to answering Qiao Qiuyun's questions without hiding it.

"What are you nervous about? Time, or interpersonal relationships."

"All of them. I think this is a process. It takes time to get familiar with and adapt to changing the pace of life and the people you face." Fang Qingqing handed the peeled apple to Qiao Qiuyun.

Qiao Qiuyun took the apple, took a knife and cut it in half, and returned half to Fang Qingqing: "I can't eat it, half for each person."

"And you, how are you doing in school?" Fang Qingqing asked while biting an apple.

"Fortunately, there is not much change." Qiao Qiuyun replied calmly. Her tone of voice has always been the same. It is difficult for unfamiliar people to see emotions, and Fang Qingqing can only feel that she is really calm or doesn't care.

"Don't you like it? Or do you have other ideas?" Fang Qingqing asked with a smile. Qiao Qiuyun is a very straightforward person, but sometimes, Fang Qingqing always feels that she doesn't know her that well.

Qiao Qiuyun also laughed, and didn't answer directly, but asked seemingly casually: "Do you have any ideas for the future?"

"In the future, I haven't thought about it carefully. The key is the present. I have to do this job well." Fang Qingqing replied truthfully. She really didn't think too far ahead. She didn't know how far the future was or where it was.

"I'm the same as you." Qiao Qiuyun replied softly. She didn't know what she meant, and she didn't give Fang Qingqing a chance to ask, "What are you going to cook today, do you need my help?"

"Okay, I'll stew the rice first, and then cook together. I have plenty of time." Fang Qingqing also stood up, walked to the kitchen, and put down the topic just now.

The two cooked three dishes and one soup, had a full lunch, downloaded an old movie after the meal, and spent the weekend afternoon quietly and leisurely, just like they used to do in the past two years like that.

In the evening, Qiao Qiuyun returned to school, Fang Qingqing took a shower, lay down on the bed just after nine o'clock and fell asleep quickly.Feeling that she had slept for a long time, Fang Qingqing woke up and looked at her watch. It was only three o'clock in the morning.

She went to the bathroom, then went back to the bed, and tried to brew for a while, but unfortunately, the sleepiness had gone. She stared at the moonlight outside the window with bright eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

Tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, I simply got up and went to the living room, sorting out the boxes of items that hadn't been opened yet in a corner of the room.

Some professional books were accumulated in the two stages of Bincheng and Shencheng, and some old letters, postcards, and small ornaments were scattered in the corner of the box.

Fang Qingqing flipped through things while tidying them up, and then sorted the things on the simple bookshelf in the living room. The things in the corner were reduced little by little like ants moving house, and finally placed alone on the floor, only one was sealed with tape. Sturdy small carton box.

She looked at the box for a while, but she didn't open it. Instead, she stood up holding the box and looked around where it fit.

The size of the apartment is small, with one bedroom and one living room. Except for the bed, there is only one and a half old wardrobe in the bedroom.Opposite is the bathroom, which is small but tidy.In the corner of the living room near the window is a simple bookshelf, next to the bookshelf is a TV and a TV cabinet, and opposite is a sofa and coffee table.The kitchen is even smaller and there is only a long one. There is a locker at the entrance, but it is already full of shoes and sundries.

Fang Qingqing looked around, but there was no suitable place to put it. She stood in a daze for a while, then sat on the floor again, took a paper knife, cut the sealing tape, and opened the box.

A photo album, a beautiful glass bottle, a stack of postcards, and a few letters. There is still a lot of space in the box, but Fang Qingqing only put these things, because only these have traces of that person.

Shen Xiaoya, a long-lost name.A name that feels warm and distant when you say it lightly.

For five years, they seldom contacted each other, but they didn't stop hearing from each other.She knew that Shen Xiaoya had finished her undergraduate studies in Singapore and went to the UK to study at a graduate school.Now, it should be working.

In the album are photos of them together. On campus, at the seaside, and on the way to play, Fang Qingqing gently stroked the photo of Shen Xiaoya in front of the Heshan Buddha statue with her fingers. The smile of that person seemed to be in front of her eyes, but in reality, she had already left very far.

The transparent glass bottle contains stones from Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. The water brought from the snow mountain has long since dried up, and the stones seem to be weathered, without their beautiful color.

Shen Xiaoya sent her a postcard, as if she could share her footprints with her. After the postcard, she said a few words about the recent situation, but never asked if she missed her.

Fang Qingqing wrote a few letters to her, but never sent them, just put them in the box, as if talking to herself about that period of time, there is no need for others to know, and there is no need to let her thoughts have nowhere to put them.

In the past five years, modern communication has gradually developed in all kinds of ways. They only know each other's phone number and mailing address, which is enough. After all, they haven't separated completely, Fang Qingqing thought calmly.

She hugged her knees, looked at the things in the box, sat for a long time, then turned off the light, fell on the floor, looked at the faint moonlight outside the window, and waited for the dawn.

On the floor under the moonlight, the box is open, but the memory has been dusty.Fang Qingqing pressed her hand on the pendant on her chest, and she could still feel its warmth through her pajamas.She has let go, she thought.