Green Bamboo Green - Blossoms on the Moshang

The intimate contact has brought about a qualitative change in the relationship between the two, but they are both independent and calm people, so they still maintain an appropriate distance from each other in their lives.They still go to work separately, have dinner together occasionally when they are not working overtime, and get together on weekends when they are not busy.

The hot summer has reached a suffocating level in July. Everyone tries to stay in the air-conditioned room, turn on the cold air immediately after getting in the car, and never walk on the road unless it is absolutely necessary.People are eagerly looking forward to a heavy rain, so that the sweltering air can be cool for a while.

At the end of July, when a timely rain was washing the city, Fang Qingqing received an email from Shen Xiaoya, which contained a photo of a little baby wrapped in a pink swaddle, sleeping soundly with a red face.The corner of the photo says "Emma, ​​2010.7.17"

Fang Qingqing was stunned for a moment, she had imagined Shen Xiaoya's pregnancy, but a little life really appeared in front of his eyes, even if it was just a photo, it brought tears to her eyes.This is like the continuation of Shen Xiaoya, her life has entered a new stage, she has become a mother, ordinary and sacred, sweet and full of hope.

She thought that she let go of the fetters between the two, and she would never be able to erase that there was once such a person, let herself know for the first time what is like, what is missing, what is acceptance, what is growth.

Fang Qingqing was moved and grateful, this world is worth loving after all.

She responded curtly to the email "Emmaissocute.Behappy."

When she got off work, the rain had stopped, Cheng Jian called and asked her if she wanted to have dinner together, Fang Qingqing agreed, and then quickly finished the work at hand.

She still took the subway to the city, and then Cheng Jian came to pick her up, and the two went to a private restaurant not far from the Blue Mountain Apartment, and Cheng Jian had already reserved a table.This restaurant specializes in Hangbang cuisine. The dishes prepared daily are limited, and there is not much room for ordering. It is very suitable for people who are entangled in not knowing what to eat.

Longjing shrimp, Hangzhou chrysanthemum shredded chicken, and eight-treasure tofu. The weather is hot recently, and both of them have relatively light appetites.The food came out quickly, and the two ate in a relaxed manner, occasionally asking about what they were busy with in the past two days.

Cheng Jian's previous product project has been put into production stably, and she no longer needs to go to the factory to work together.Recently, I am busy with product replacement, but product replacement is far less complicated than platform development, there are not many parameters that can be changed, and the workload is not so heavy.

Fang Qingqing has been working for a year and a half. After mastering the rhythm of work, she is getting better and better.She would occasionally ask Cheng Jian some technical questions, but most of the time, she habitually picked up the phone and asked Wen Mo for help. After all, Wen Mo was more familiar with the operating rules of domestic enterprises.

After eating and resting for a while, Cheng Jian settled the bill, and the two went out to get in the car.Fang Qingqing usually would not discuss with her who should pay the bill, because her current salary level, except for rent and other necessary expenses, basically cannot afford such meals and drinks a few times.She doesn't worry about whether she will feel inferior, because she believes that one day she will be able to give the same to Cheng Jian.

"To my place?" Cheng Jian put on his seat belt, started the car, and looked at Fang Qingqing with a smile.

"Okay." Fang Qingqing replied calmly. In fact, Cheng Jian brought her here for dinner, and she knew that it was so close to the Lanshan Apartment. Could she still let her take her back all the way.

Not far away, will arrive soon.The car drove directly into the underground garage. Every time she took the elevator upstairs from the garage, her heels stepped on the ground, accompanied by the echo, Fang Qingqing felt a little worried. Cheng Jian often went upstairs alone like this, so she would be afraid too.

She couldn't help holding Cheng Jian's hand. Even in summer, Cheng Jian's hands were not sweaty, and even a little cool.Cheng Jian was probably a little surprised, but she didn't ask anything, she just shook the hands they were holding together.

Went upstairs to change clothes, Cheng Jian washed the fruits and put them on the coffee table, Fang Qingqing changed the TV channel with the remote control.In fact, Cheng Jian seldom watches TV. If it was her own house, she might not even buy a TV, thinking it is completely superfluous.

But since Fang Qingqing came here, she found that TV is still useful. That person likes to watch volleyball, basically every Chinese women's volleyball game, and also watches the NBA, and has a team she likes.Apart from sports channels, I watch more documentaries, and I like travel and food the most.Occasionally, I would watch some funny programs and laugh so hard.Fang Qingqing also likes to watch anime, but most of what she watches is not broadcast on TV, such as Conan and Xiaowanzi.Once she discovered that Fang Qingqing was watching the movie version of Calabash Baby that was shown on TV, and she burst into tears watching it.

Fang Qingqing, who looks mature and sensible to outsiders, actually looks different in Cheng Jian's eyes.Cheng Jian thinks that this person can never be described as mature. She is very smart, and most of the problems that cannot be solved with EQ can be solved with IQ. She creates a calm and rational image for outsiders, but she is actually like a child in her heart. , like simple and beautiful things, once you are drawn into the safe range, you will remove a lot of camouflage and defense, like a snail that has taken off its shell, soft and fragile.

The TV screen stayed on a cooking program, Fang Qingqing sat on the sofa and gnawed on an apple, watching with relish.

"I've just had dinner, but I can still watch it so vigorously," Cheng Jian teased her.

Fang Qingqing smirked, and said casually, "Learn how to do it, and I will make it for you next time."

"Why do you like cooking?" Cheng Jian also picked up the apple, and she looked at Fang Qingqing eating it and thought it was delicious.

Fang Qingqing paused for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and said, "Why, don't I look like someone who likes to cook?"

"It's not a question of likeness, just a little curiosity."

"Oh." Fang Qingqing didn't answer immediately, she continued to watch TV, gnawed on the apple, wiped her hands with a tissue, and said softly after a while: "I promised someone that I would cook for her. I went to learn, learned and learned, and found that I really like it.”

Cheng Jian could hear the pretended ease in her tone, she thought that must be someone very special to Fang Qingqing, so she didn't ask.

Seeing that Cheng Jian didn't make a sound, Fang Qingqing was a little nervous. In fact, she wanted to say something to Cheng Jian, but she didn't know how to say it.After she sneaked a few glances at Cheng Jian seemingly inadvertently, the person opposite couldn't help but pinch her face with a smile.

"Could you tell me who is the person who illuminated your virtuous skills?"

Fang Qingqing's face was a little red, she didn't know if it was pinched, or she was shy after being discovered, she turned the TV to silent, turned to face Cheng Jian, and said seriously: "Do you really want to listen?"

Cheng Jian knew that it was Fang Qingqing who opened up her world to herself and let herself go in, so she also solemnly replied: "I really want to hear it."

Fang Qingqing looked out the window, as if she was sorting out her thoughts. Cheng Jian waited patiently for her. She felt that Fang Qingqing might be a little nervous face to face, so she patted the cushion beside her and signaled Fang Qingqing to lie down, and then He also lay down outside her, held Fang Qingqing in his arms, and patted her on the back lightly.

The narrow space between the back of the sofa and Cheng Jian made Fang Qingqing feel comfortable and safe, and she felt sleepy.She rubbed against Cheng Jian's chest, breathed deeply the scent that reassured her, and after a while, she whispered, "When I was just in college, I met a girl named Shen Xiaoya... ..."

Fang Qingqing's voice was a little erratic, but it clearly described the meeting of the two girls until their separation.Perhaps in the eyes of others, it was nothing more than a love affair in adolescence that ended without a problem, but Cheng Jian knew how serious Fang Qingqing was. The person from the past must have left a deep imprint on her life, so that in today's narration, those details are clear. As if it happened not long ago.

Cheng Jian was not jealous, but felt a little distressed. A person who looks calm and breezy may have buried all the storms in his heart.Caressing Fang Qingqing's back, the man hugged his waist tightly.

"I received an email from her today. The baby has been born. It's a daughter named Emma. She's very cute." Fang Qingwei seemed to relax a little, talking about Emma with a smile in her tone.

"You're cute too." Cheng Jian patted her head and said softly.

After a while, Fang Qingqing asked cautiously: "Would you mind if I always remember her?"

"Will you forget her one day?" Cheng Jian asked back.

"Probably not, unless I lost my memory." Fang Qingqing replied honestly, and she didn't emphasize that she only regarded Shen Xiaoya as a friend now, because she knew that Shen Xiaoya was different after all.

"Then will you forget me one day?" Cheng Jian asked again.

"I won't in this life." Fang Qingqing's tone didn't have the slightest hesitation.

"That's it. In addition to family members, each of us will experience many people in our lives. Some people are passers-by, and we will never see each other again, and we can't remember or remember them; some people are friends, or we grew up together. Or like-minded or admire each other, they may stay together for a lifetime, or they may be separated as they walk. Some people are memories, spend a period of time with you, achieve your joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys at that time, and become the sweetness and joy in your treasured heart Happiness, people will disperse, but will never forget; if you are lucky, there will be someone, who is the destination, at the right time, right place, right age, right mood, gathered the blessings of the gods, and found a two A person who is in love and can never leave. All of these are part of your life, because after experiencing those precious people and things, you are you, not someone else. "

Cheng Jian's always cool voice is like the water with the most suitable temperature, flowing into Fang Qing's ears, breath, and blood, ironing the grievances and fears that have always been there.

Feeling the damp heat under her neck, Cheng Jian didn't speak anymore, but stroked her hair one by one, as if she was putting a child to sleep, quietly waiting for the person in her arms to digest her emotions.

The silent TV is still playing fireworks and steaming, as if that is the taste of the world.