Xiangyu

Flights during the Spring Festival travel season are often the most difficult to deal with. Coupled with the delayed return time due to alternate landings, Qiao Yusong was exhausted when he returned home.

A little inattentive, Qiao Yusong fell asleep for most of the only two days of rest.

If it wasn't for the doorbell, he probably wouldn't have woken up.

Qiao Yusong sat up wearily, and answered the doorbell: "Hello? Hello."

The voice of an aunt on the phone sounded very enthusiastic: "Hello? Hello, I'm from the property management company. This year's garden activities in the yard have issued garden tickets, but yours hasn't gone to collect them, so I'll send them to you. Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock."

Qiao Yusong didn't intend to participate in the garden activities, but the property service was so thoughtful that they delivered the garden tickets to the door, so Qiao Yusong had no choice but to say, "Wait a minute, I will open the door for you."

Before opening the door, Qiao Yusong walked into the bathroom and straightened his hair in the mirror.

Sure enough, there was a smiling aunt outside the door, wearing youthful makeup, and the red flower padded jacket also had a festive feeling for the Spring Festival.She smiled and said, "Professor Song's family, right? Here, your family's garden ticket. Two copies for you and Professor Song."

Qiao Yusong took the garden ticket and saw that besides the participation ticket, there were two lottery tickets.

"There is a lottery this year, and the prizes for the top three are home appliances. The benefits in the yard are pretty good." The property aunt said, "If you don't have time to play, you can draw a prize. What if you win?"

Qiao Yusong smiled lightly and said, "Okay, thank you."

"Is Professor Song coming back this year?" the property aunt asked.

His heart sank, he smiled a little forcedly, and said, "I haven't heard the news yet."

After hearing this, the smile on the property aunt's face froze a bit.When she soon smiled kindly again, she said: "It's okay! They are all neighbors, you can go and play with everyone when the time comes!"

Qiao Yusong could hardly laugh anymore. Fortunately, smiling is a habit for him, so he can still show it and say, "Okay, thank you."

After the property aunt left, Qiao Yusong could finally close the door, or stop smiling.

Song Yuqiao was not there, and Qiao Yusong had no interest in their unit's garden activities, but he did not expect to add a new lottery. Like all vulgar people, he still had a chance of winning the lottery.He put the ticket on the shoe cabinet and pressed it with a paperweight so as not to forget it.

After Qiao Yusong washed up, he made a cup of coffee. It was neither early nor late, and there was still an hour before dinner.

The sun began to slant to the west, and the orange-yellow and white sunlight fell on the balcony.

Garlic sprouts planted on the balcony sway gently in the cold breeze.

Qiao Yusong stared at the pair of underwear drying on the balcony in a daze.

Song Yuqiao still hasn't responded to the message, and Li Yanshu has no news either.

Qiao Yusong came to the balcony with a mug full of coffee, looked downstairs, and found that the No. 6 courtyard had been decorated with lights and festoons, giving it a Chinese New Year atmosphere.People from the property management company and the neighborhood committee are busy setting up the venue downstairs to prepare for the next day's garden tour.

He looked back at his home, still as deserted as usual.He frowned when he saw the bunch of winter jasmine placed behind the sofa.He bought it during the Chinese New Year last year, and it has long been turned into dried flowers.Furthermore, he found that the plastic "Fu" window grilles pasted on the French windows of the balcony were also pasted by him during the Chinese New Year last year. Now the color of the window grilles has completely faded, leaving only a transparent plastic film, so that it is difficult to look carefully. , he had no memory of its existence at all.

After Qiao Yusong finished drinking the coffee in his cup, he tore off the plastic film from the window, used it to wrap the dried jasmine flowers in the book, and threw them into the trash can together.

The last time Qiao Yusong heard about Song Yuqiao was after the National Day last year.At that time, Gu Huizhi came back from the western city, and the two met by chance in the elevator car.

For Qiao Yusong, Gu Huizhi has no identity other than Song Yuqiao's ex-boyfriend and colleague.After all, Qiao Yusong and him had no unnecessary communication. Even if they met in the elevator, Qiao Yusong had no intention of talking to him.

However, thinking of Gu Huizhi, who was also going to the Western City, suddenly appearing in the No. 6 courtyard, Qiao Yusong still couldn't help asking: "You came back alone?"

Gu Huizhi probably didn't expect him to strike up a conversation, turned his head in surprise, and said with a smile, "It's not just me, there are a few other colleagues as well. However, you probably don't even know each other."

Qiao Yusong frowned imperceptibly, and asked, "Do you know when Song Yuqiao will come back this year?"

He shook his head regretfully, and said, "I didn't hear any news before I came back. I'm not in the same department as him, so I know very little about him, and I didn't inquire about it."

Hearing this, Qiao Yusong gritted his teeth and squeezed out a stiff smile from the corner of his mouth.

Now that I think about it, that's not really news at all.

Looking back on the years he lived in No. 6 Courtyard of Shangrenli, Qiao Yusong felt that he had failed.Although Qiao Yusong is regarded as Song Yuqiao's family members by both the property owner and the neighbors, Qiao Yusong is still not familiar with the neighbors around until now.

Except for Mr. Gu's family who lived next door, Qiao Yusong only chatted with the man who raised Bomei upstairs.

In the year Song Yuqiao left, every time an announcement was pasted on the bulletin board reminding the family members of employees to go to the property to receive labor insurance and benefits for employees, Qiao Yusong would take the time to get it.But, slowly, he didn't care much about what was written on the bulletin board.

Is he really Song Yuqiao's family member?Qiao Yusong was very uncertain.

Even if he could write countless signatures on the receipt, it still couldn't change the fact that Song Yuqiao was not at home.In other words, it was the repeated signatures that proved Song Yuqiao's absence.Since Song Yuqiao is not at home, where does his "family" belong?

In addition to the two-bedroom apartment in No. 6 courtyard, Song Yuqiao's apartment in the east of Hanyun Temple was available for occupancy three years ago.At first, Qiao Yusong lived there for a month, but a house of 150 square meters was too big for him alone.He is used to living in hotels, and he would easily get flustered at night.He still chose to go back to No. 6 Courtyard, which is a bit popular and has the atmosphere of Song Yuqiao.

How long has it been since you and Song Yuqiao have seen each other?Qiao Yusong couldn't count the exact number of days.He only remembered that the last time he saw Song Yuqiao was during the Spring Festival of the previous year, just five days away.The last time he heard Song Yuqiao's voice was last year's Mid-Autumn Festival. Song Yuqiao called him once, but he didn't say how to return.

"What if you don't buy New Year's goods? For Chinese New Year, even if you don't post Spring Festival couplets or 'fu', you have to put some New Year's goods at home, right? Otherwise, why is it called Chinese New Year?" Xu Aojun said dissatisfiedly when he heard that Qiao Yusong didn't buy New Year's goods.

Qiao Yusong replied impatiently: "On Chinese New Year's Eve, I have to fly to New Chitose. After that, there are Lion City, Suwan, and Sugar Island. From the [-]th to the third day of junior high school, I only spent the night in China on the second day of junior high school and came back from Sugar Island. , I’m going back to Yuetang. What are you doing buying new year’s goods?”

Xu Aojun was speechless by what he said, for a long while, he said forcedly: "Then what if Xiao Qiao comes back?"

"He won't come back." Qiao Yusong replied bluntly.

"Why won't he come back? He told you?" Xu Aojun asked.

Qiao Yusong closed his eyes forcefully, rolled his eyes silently in his heart, and held back his temper.

After a while, Xu Aojun said earnestly: "Xiao Song, you can't act like this, you know, right? It's not like you don't know the nature of Xiao Qiao's job. At the beginning, you decided to stay with him even if it was like this. People force you. Besides, although Xiaoqiao is not by your side, how much does he actually help you with your current food and clothing expenses? Not to mention, how can ordinary people not pay a penny for houses within the third ring road? You can live here, even the water, electricity and property fees are directly deducted from Xiaoqiao’s income. There is also a buffet for two yuan a meal! Not to mention Xijin, Yuetang didn’t have this price ten years ago... ..."

"Mom, have you said enough?" Qiao Yusong couldn't help interrupting her.

Xu Aojun didn't answer at first, but after a few seconds, she sighed and said comfortingly: "Mom knows you are having a hard time, but if you bear with it, Xiaoqiao will come back soon, right? I chose the path myself, I used to That's how it came."

"But Dad used to go home every year, and you could talk to him on the phone every week." After Qiao Yusong retorted, he didn't hear Xu Aojun continue to preach, and his heart was suddenly enveloped by a sense of powerlessness.

He sighed and said, "Forget it, let's talk about it when I get back to Yuetang. I'll go out to eat."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Aojun's comforting words were still lingering in Qiao Yusong's mind.He couldn't help regretting that when Xu Aojun asked him about his life in Xijin, he had nothing to say, so he talked about the benefits that Song Yuqiao's unit provided to his family.

At first, Qiao Yusong didn't take it seriously, he only thought that Xu Aojun cared about him, so he just said it.However, when he returned to Yuetang during the Spring Festival last year, he found that Xu Aojun had told his poker friends and relatives what he had said, and he became Xu Aojun's talking point.

When Qiao Yusong first discovered this situation, he deliberately stopped Xu Aojun.But he soon discovered that the aunts and aunts who chatted with Xu Aojun were all talking about their children without exception.They talked about their children's work, life, and family planning, and they even talked about the fun and troubles of helping their grandchildren. Xu Aojun only had his son to talk about, so as long as she knew about small things, she I will definitely say it out loud and boast.

Just now, Qiao Yusong mentioned the itinerary for the few days of Chinese New Year on the phone, and he reckoned that Xu Aojun would tell her poker friends soon.

Qiao Yusong changed his clothes and was about to go out for dinner.

When he was changing his shoes, he saw the park coupons under the paperweight, and an evil fire burst into his heart.He tore up these garden tickets and threw them into the trash can. When he got the car keys, he remembered that this was the car Song Yuqiao bought, so he put the keys back on top of the shoe cabinet, picked up the woolen coat, and hurried out the door.

Because most of the time when going out is by car, Qiao Yusong walked out of the community, and when he arrived at the subway station, he was already out of breath.

He opened his mobile wallet, passed the turnstile, and took the subway in the direction of Xibo Temple.

There is a hypermarket on Xibosi South Street, and there are many restaurants nearby.Qiao Yusong planned to find a restaurant there to handle his dinner. If his mood improved after dinner, it would be convenient to go to a hypermarket to buy some New Year's goods.

At the end of the year, there are a lot fewer people in the city.Qiao Yusong waited for a while in front of the platform. When the subway arrived, there were only a few people on the platform.

Although the carriage looked empty from the outside, Qiao Yusong walked into it, looked around, and found that there were no seats.

He stood at the junction of the carriages and took out his mobile phone.

Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder from behind.

He turned around and was poked by a finger on the cheek first.

Seeing Li Yanshu retracting his hand with a smile, Qiao Yusong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "This old stalker."

"The old ones are sweet, aren't they?" He put his hands in the pockets of his baseball jersey and said, "What a coincidence."