Green Bamboo Green - Blossoms on the Moshang

As the project enters the product preparation stage, Cheng Jian often goes to the joint venture company for meetings or on-site guidance. Fang Qingqing occasionally sees her, but she just nods and smiles. Apart from work, their lives do not have much intersection.

December 2009, 12, Friday, Christmas, Fang Qingqing was happily looking forward to the arrival of the weekend, thinking that New Year's Day is coming soon, and holidays are always people looking forward to.

During work breaks, she took the cup to the tea and indirect water. She was used to drinking plain water, so she put the cup under the water spout and pressed the quick heat button.At this time, the voice of the text message on the phone rang, and she naturally took out the phone from her suit pocket, unlocked the screen, and clicked on the unread message:

"I'm getting married."

A few short words, from that seldom contacted but extremely familiar number.For a moment, Fang Qingqing felt that she did not understand what this sentence meant.

She quietly locked the screen, put the phone in her pocket, saw that the water in the cup was almost full, pressed the stop button, walked out of the tea room with the cup, and walked to her seat, smiling and talking to people on the way. greet.

As if nothing happened, she earnestly finished her day's work, exchanged Merry Christmas with her colleagues, left the company building, took the subway, and returned to her apartment.

She made egg fried rice and shredded pork soup with vegetables for herself, and placed them on the dining table. Looking at the rising heat, she picked up her phone and replied to the text message during the day.

Congratulations on finding your happiness and wishing you all the best.

There was no reply, and they were so far apart in jet lag that they didn't know if each other was asleep or awake.

She picked up the chopsticks and ate dinner carefully. She didn't cry, she wasn't even sad, but she was very empty, her brain was very empty, her heart was very empty, as if once the things that had been buried in her heart were gone, only empty things remained. .

They have been together for less than two years. They have been happy and sad, but they have never made a promise. Therefore, such news is only a matter of time.

Fang Qingqing thought that she might not be able to fall asleep, but in fact, she fell asleep quickly while lying on the bed, sleeping deeply as usual.

When she woke up the next day, she had a headache and a sore throat. She knew she had a cold.The one or two colds that come every winter are not absent this year.

Qiao Qiuyun called and asked her if she wanted to go out for a walk, but she refused, saying that she had a cold and didn't want to move.After a simple breakfast, she took a book and leaned on the sofa to turn over two pages. Her eyes were sore, so she had no choice but to put down the book and look at the gray sky outside the window.

She took cold medicine and felt a little sleepy and in a trance. Listening to her heavy breathing, she seemed to be able to hear her own heartbeat, a little numb and a little sad.

The days go by so fast, the waywardness and stupid things I said when I was young are all blurred now, so blurred that it seems like a movie I watched, time passes, everything will eventually have an ending, but when the song ends, Can be so at a loss.

She felt powerless, everything around her seemed to be spinning, her heartbeat seemed to be fast, and it was difficult to breathe.I really want to open my eyes, but I am so sleepy.

The sound of bang bang bang, why is it so annoying, she didn't want to bother, it seemed that she heard someone calling her name, Fang Qingqing, by the way, she was Fang Qingqing, the name given by her father, Luzhu Qingqing.

Someone continued to call her, it was someone knocking on the door, she had to get up, she knew she was sick, it seemed a little serious.

She struggled to get up, walked to the door, and opened it.Seeing Qiao Qiuyun's anxious face, she wanted to smile and ask why you came, but her eyes were dark and she didn't hear her own voice.

When she woke up again, she found herself lying in the hospital ward with a needle in her hand.

"Hi." Qiao Qiuyun greeted her with a smile when she saw her eyes open.

"Hi." Fang Qingqing found that her throat was much better, and it didn't hurt as much as before.

Qiao Qiuyun poured her a cup of hot water and helped her to drink a few sips.

"Are you hungry? I bought plain porridge, which is still warm." Qiao Qiuyun was still so calm, without doubts, and without the blame of "Why don't you know how to take good care of yourself".

"I'm not hungry, I'll eat later, thank you." Fang Qingqing said sincerely.

"You're welcome." Qiao Qiuyun didn't say much, nor did she refuse to thank her, as always.

"Did I faint?" Fang Qingqing thought of her own situation.

"You have a fever, and you have taken too much cold medicine. Now there is no major problem. You can go home after the injection, and then you can take the medicine."

"Okay, it's great that you don't need to be hospitalized, thanks to you this time." Fang Qingqing was also a little scared, she didn't notice that she had a fever, and it would be too dangerous if no one found her fainting in the apartment alone.

Qiao Qiuyun smiled lightly and said nothing.After the injection and some porridge, the two of them took a taxi back to the apartment.Seeing Fang Qingqing lying on the sofa with a pale face, Qiao Qiuyun put down her things, went to the kitchen to boil water, and when she came out, Fang Qingqing said, "I'm staying here today."

It wasn't a question, and Fang Qingqing didn't need an answer. After she finished speaking, she went downstairs to the supermarket to buy vegetables.Qiao Qiuyun's dishes are as light as people's, and they are just right for people with colds to eat.The two of them stayed in the apartment and didn't need to communicate much. They did their own things, read books, and watched TV on the sofa.

When going to bed at night, Fang Qingqing asked her to sleep on the bed with her. Qiao Qiuyun glanced at her and said, "I'm afraid you will infect me with a cold." Then she carried the pillow and quilt to sleep on the sofa.

Fang Qingqing smiled and did not continue to persuade Qiao Qiuyun to stay. She knew that Qiao Qiuyun was not used to it, and to be honest, she was not used to it either.They have known each other for so long, and they have never slept in the same bed.

In the middle of the night, Fang Qingqing vaguely felt someone touching her forehead, but the aftermath of the cold made her continue to sleep and did not wake up.

The next day she got up very early, and saw that the person on the sofa was still sleeping, so she went into the kitchen to cook porridge, and when she turned around, she saw Qiao Qiuyun standing at the door of the kitchen.

"Are you better?" Qiao Qiuyun seemed a little confused.

"Well, it's much better." Fang Qingqing replied with a smile, a cold is like that, and it will gradually get better after time passes.It can't be rushed, and it won't always be there.

"Then you cook today." After Qiao Qiuyun finished speaking, she went to the bathroom to wash up.Basically, she can only cook the food well, so don't expect it to be delicious.And Fang Qingqing didn't know when she started to cook a lot of dishes, and the taste was not bad.

Fang Qingqing poured her a cup of hot water and put it on the table, then continued to fry eggs and mix side dishes.In any case, Qiao Qiuyun was considered a guest, and she hoped that she could make a good breakfast, which was also considered a thank you.

When the sun came up, Fang Qingqing opened the window to let in the air and disperse the germs in the room.

"Do you want to take a walk?" Fang Qingqing asked after breakfast.

Qiao Qiuyun glanced at her, as if evaluating whether her physical condition was suitable, then nodded and said yes.The two walked slowly towards the river.Although it is Shanghai, the winter here is still a bit cold.

"Are you okay?" After walking for a while, Qiao Qiuyun turned around and asked.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Fang Qingqing smiled at her, and the man didn't say anything else.

After walking for about 10 minutes, we arrived at the riverside. There were quite a lot of people along the riverside on weekends, and they didn't stop, and walked slowly along the riverside.

"I have a friend who is getting married." For some reason, Fang Qingqing suddenly wanted to say it.

"Well, congratulations to him." There was no sincerity, but no sarcasm either.Fang Qingqing understood that she really just said that, as if you said 'the weather is fine today' and she said 'yes, it's not bad'.

"Is someone very important?" After a while, Qiao Qiuyun asked suddenly.

"I don't know, it used to be very important." Sometimes Fang Qingqing herself didn't understand what kind of existence Shen Xiaoya was in her life.

It has been five years since the parting at the airport.I have grown up and become self-reliant. Many things that I couldn't do before can now be done.But they are still walking on their own roads, doing nothing to each other.

Maybe that was really just a dream when I was young, and I shouldn't expect anything extravagantly.

'What about me, is it important to you? Qiao Qiuyun really wanted to ask her this, but she just stopped at the railing, looking at the river in silence, with a calm expression on her face.