Chapter 16 The silent things in the second part

It was a pair of sly, stubborn but timid eyes. like a cat. On the first day of high school, in the alley, he comforted Pilu in his hand, turned his head, and saw those black and white cat eyes, shimmering with timidity. It turned out to be a classmate. It turned out to be the same row again. Looking down at the book, turning slightly to the side, you can see her. Sometimes I squinted my eyes and dozed off like I was about to fall headfirst on the thick books that were deliberately piled up in front of me. Sometimes I stared at the blackboard with my big eyes in a daze. After the teacher left, I looked carefully at the window until the figure was far away, and then I quickly took out the colorful novels in the drawer, with a smug smile on the corner of my mouth.

Sometimes his eyes are lowered to look at his homework, his hands are inadvertently rubbing his short hair, and his mouth is pouted in great distress. It was the first time he saw that a girl's expression could be so colorful, as if her life was full of colors and splendor. Her grades are always low, but there are very few girls and boys in the class that she can't get along with. Although she has also suffered from others. That day in the office, sitting next to the math teacher, pretending not to care, looking at the book in her hand, but her ears were full of words of resistance.

Talking back to the teacher, so loudly, and in front of other teachers in the office, she is probably the first person. But why did he think she was funny? "Mr. Zhang, your belly button is exposed." Only she would dare to say such things... Wang Jun was called to the office and kept emphasizing that it was just a trivial matter like borrowing tape. The homeroom teacher was not relentless, thinking that their relationship must be unusual, and asked Wang Jun: "You say you just borrowed tape, do you have any witnesses, who knows if you are passing small notes." He was not a nosy person, so he turned around abruptly and answered the head teacher, "It's tape, Teacher Zhang."

The homeroom teacher stared at him seriously, as if trying to save his own face, he waved his hands at Wang Jun and said, "Don't whisper to each other in the self-study in the future, do you hear that Jiang Wei's grades are poor, do you want to follow suit?" Wang Jun nodded. This small report incident ended hastily like this. And after this incident, she was always extremely quiet in the teacher's class, never looking up at the blackboard. In this way, stubbornly, the semester was over. But during the class, she was as happy as ever, playing and playing around. Such a person came out of the haze very quickly.But stubbornly refused to bow his head.

He asked himself, did he find her very interesting from that moment on? But it seems to be earlier and earlier. He always knew that she liked to draw. Although she rarely showed him the pictures she drew. But when class was over, he still accidentally saw the paintings she secretly drew in class. The back of a cyclist... Who is it? After class, he turned his head slightly, watching her still carefully coloring the painting, and felt a strange feeling in his heart. Who is this figure from behind... Or it has no special meaning at all. He hoped for the latter more. Why did he have such a strange and stubborn idea, and what did it have to do with him? For the first time, he felt that he was really weird.

He strongly refrained from looking at her. Talk to her less. She obviously didn't realize the strange thoughts in his heart that even she couldn't understand. Always chatting with him, just like talking with other boys in the class. Until that day when he returned to the classroom, he heard the noise in the class. The boys in the back row had always been active members of the class, and he had long been used to the way they gathered together after class to laugh and chat. But this time the booing was aimed at him and her. He stood behind the door, watching her angrily fight back, all because of the coincidence between him and her...

Jiang Jiang Combination... In fact, he still quite likes being "made fun of" like this in his heart. Even with the scowling look on her face at the time. He sat on the seat, thinking of something in his mind, putting aside the small emotions in his heart just now, it seemed that a beam of distant light shone into his heart. She probably thought such a coincidence was boring, so she explained to him nonchalantly: "Jiang Peng and the others were just joking, using our birthday..." Just at that moment. He thought of that distant man. It turned out to be her. Lostly muttering to himself: "I didn't expect that either."

I kept thinking in my heart, it turned out to be really her, it was her... He once loathed himself for being so powerful in the eyes of others. Photographic memory means that even the possibility of forgetting the pain is gone. But this time, he rejoiced. How could he have thought so casually before that it was just a coincidence of the same name and surname. When she was in class, she was still not paying enough attention. If it’s not painting with your hands, you’re reading girl comics with the same cover. The books on her desk are always the highest in the class. Like a solid city wall.

Block the teacher's sight of inquiry and doubt. It was her own little world. Yes, it belongs to him. He didn't need to look at her deliberately to know what she was doing, what kind of expressions and movements, even if these were extremely subtle to him. Such a peaceful day like water was already beautiful. Although, she didn't know the weird emotions in his heart. He never thought of letting her know that maybe the days to come would no longer be beautiful and peaceful. But when he saw her in a state of embarrassment fighting with others, he said coldly, "Do you think fighting is fun?"

He saw that the scratches on her face were still oozing blood, and the corners of her mouth were red, swollen and bleeding. He was angry and anxious, obviously full of concern in his heart, why did he say such a cold sentence... He saw her face froze, embarrassed. He wanted to say words of comfort, but he couldn't. What position did he have to hurt her and comfort her at the same time? He really is an idiot who can only read. As a result, he regretted it after returning home, his heart was like boiling water, and the high fever was unbearable. After thinking about it, he decided to go to the pharmacy to buy some small ointment for the wound, even if it was put on her desk tomorrow morning.

But on the way back, he was knocked down by a speeding white car. Fortunately, he dodged very fast, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous, but his ankle was injured. For this reason, Aunt Wang called her father back. Unexpectedly, the head teacher brought her to visit at home. Although she is still afraid of Pilu as always. Although she was still almost silent in front of the head teacher. But she came to his house after all, standing under the plane tree, looking at him with concern in her eyes. At that time, he felt very naively that it was all worth it. That kind of feeling is very similar to wishing that he was sick when he was a child, so that busy parents can accompany him when he was young. With plaster on her face, she yawned tiredly listening to the head teacher's words. At that moment he remembered the reason for his injury. I couldn't help laughing. Injured on the same day, is this another coincidence? She left with the head teacher, and Aunt Wang opened the door for them and escorted them to the door herself. The sun shines on her slightly drooping neck. In the gaps of the high white fence, greenery is entangled. Looking from a distance, every step she takes with her head down, it seems like light and shadow are scattered in front of his eyes. Just like that, staring at her, missing. Piru rubbed his mouth against his feet, making a low whining sound. He said softly: "Pilu, she came and left again." After returning to school, everything was as before. As if that day in the corridor, his cold words had never been said. It's just that the boys in the back row are more fond of making jokes about them. And she seemed to have more experience than before, and her anger gradually turned into threats and temptations. He doesn't care about casual banter. But she seemed to care. Every time I look back and look at his appearance, it is an indescribable strangeness. Did you find something? Still, I hate this feeling of being out of nothing. It seems that since that time, he has become more and more unconscious and silently doing many small things. Package book?Which boy would like things like wrapping books. Reading class is the last to leave?He wasn't like this before. He chose the book wrapping paper of the little daisy, he already knew the flower language of the little daisy. But that's all there is to do. This is not a clever intention, and few people will know it. She didn't notice either. The package was very beautiful, so delicate that it seemed to be a natural fit with the book. Every corner is so docile and neat. When he opened the drawer, he saw the book lying there quietly, his hands resting on the side of the drawer for a long time, until he felt a figure approaching him, he pushed the drawer reluctantly go in. Among the noisy crowd in the canteen, she was pushed into his arms. He was looking for her figure, but he was bumped into his arms by her. This was the first time she acted so flustered, almost running away quickly. less than speed. He was still standing in that relatively quiet place in the canteen, with the sun shining on his palm, as if he could see her bouncing away as soon as he lowered his head, the heartbeat seemed so unsteady in that noisy morning. The second year of high school is divided into liberal arts and science classes. He realized that the time to part had arrived. And those silent things also increase with the distance. After the morning reading class, he would meet her unexpectedly at the canteen, even though it was only occasionally, she always walked with a few girls, and she nodded to him in the crowd, with a smile on her mouth, even if soon, they rubbed each other pass by.But that scene, like a slow motion, played back in his memory for a long time. Most of the time, he would stand on the balcony, look downstairs, pretending to be unintentionally distracted, but in his eyes, only she and a few girls were talking and laughing, walking back from the commissary, until he entered the teaching building, until invisible. I remember that when school was over in the second year of high school, he was the last one to leave almost every time. Because he knew she left very late. Then they greeted with ease as usual. She never knew, every time he saw her walking towards him, he deliberately slowed down. She didn't even know that every week in physical education class, he would pretend to casually look at her among a group of girls from a distance. She usually stands in the queue, talking to the girls around her uneasy, with her big eyes curved into mischievous arcs. He noticed that her hair was growing longer and covering her ears. When the two classes were running together, he watched her growing hair from a distance, jumping in the afterglow of the sun. The 15 minutes before the end of physical education class is usually time for basketball. He saw her standing in the crowd at a glance, her eyes were staring straight ahead, she seemed very serious, just like the look she had when watching male students play basketball in physical education class in the first year of high school. But that day, she was hit by a flying ball. There was a commotion in the crowd, and everyone surrounded him, especially the girls in her class. He walked faster and faster, but before he reached her, several boys in the class also surrounded him. The ears are almost full of voices. Fingers curled up involuntarily. She stood up slowly, shook her hand to the people around her, and said it was all right. She didn't see him. When he saw her turn and leave, a boy next to her muttered, "Girls are troublesome, cute, what's the big deal if you hit the ball." Then the boy patted him on the shoulder, "Jiang Zimo, let's continue playing." He turned sideways, and the boy's hand fell from his shoulder. He didn't look at the boy. Just subconsciously left the basketball court without looking back. The voices of several people sounded around, "What's the matter with Jiang Zimo, he played well, why did he go back?" "I see, who messed with him?" "Eighty percent there is something..." He walked to the carved white wall of the teaching building, and watched her from far to near from the carved frame on the wall. He saw her caressing her forehead, smiling and shaking hands at the two girls beside her. Seeing something, the other two girls also laughed. Then the three of them entered the corridor talking and laughing. He leaned against the white wall, looked up at the sky, and breathed a sigh of relief.When you really like someone, you will feel that your own happiness can come so easily. Seeing her happy makes him happy.Seeing her hurt, it will be more uncomfortable than her, as if hundreds of times her pain is imposed on him.Even those nervous, seem like a big deal. Not long after this incident, he saw her again. Before self-study that morning, two boys walked into the classroom, holding a badge, and muttering: "Jiang Wei from the liberal arts class, do you know him? If so, help me..." "I don't know each other, but when I send it over, it's not bad to see the beauties in the liberal arts class." "Put it down, I'm not interested in those low-IQ beauties in the liberal arts class, I just chirp all day long." "Heh, you're too lofty, maybe people think the boys in our science class are dull and uninterested." The conversation of two boys passed by his position, he put down the book in his hand, and said to the boy holding the badge, "I know her." The boy gave him the badge without hesitation, and said, "Thank you, Jiang Zimo." This is a badge that is obviously not cherished. He remembered how she had broken her badge straps several times during her freshman year of high school. He wiped the dirty badge with his finger, and under his finger, her slightly upturned mouth in the photo looked very quiet, without the exaggerated look of the familiar smile and wrinkled nose expression squeezed together.A pair of big black and white eyes looked ahead agilely, and his eyes just looked at these energetic eyes without moving. What was even more memorable to him was the sly look in her eyes from time to time, like a restless cat. Staring, as if these eyes were staring at him mischievously, the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly raised. After the morning reading class, he was walking in the corridor, holding the badge in his hand, but his heart was beating extremely fast. This is the first time I went to her class to find her. The reason for looking for her is also reasonable. At the corner of the stairs, students in twos and threes came down from the upstairs to buy breakfast at the canteen. The girl who came across saw him muttering something in a low voice, and he continued to walk forward, which was the classroom where she was. He heard voices of discussion and felt curious eyes around him. In this situation, she walked up to him, and he handed her the badge, said a few words, then turned and left. The crowd watching the excitement slowly dispersed. As usual, walking freely, there is no difference, just walking to the door of the classroom, the sun shines on his slowly opened palm, even though it is a slightly worn-out ID photo, it is extremely precious in his heart. This is the first time he has lied in order to own something. Before going to her classroom, in the corridor, he noticed that the corners of the photo were slightly raised, and with just a light tear, they fell off completely. There is still a bit of paper on the back of the photo that proves it was there, though extremely subtle in the corners. He wanted to go back to the classroom to find glue for her to stick together again, but the idea of ​​wanting to have it immediately occupied his brain. Now that he understands such thoughts, it is no longer weird. He looked at her smiling slightly in the photo, and returned to his seat in the classroom. After a long time, he finally put this photo in the book he was flipping through just now, and put it back in the drawer. One month before her birthday, he prepared a gift for her. He hesitated for a long time next to a boutique near his home, and finally bit the bullet and walked into a boutique that specializes in girls' jewelry for the first time. The wind chimes by the door rang crisply, and the female boss greeted her enthusiastically, her eyes wide open. Looking at him intently, he was a little embarrassed by the enthusiastic eyes of the boss, so he quickened his pace and walked into the store. But the boss followed him step by step, and said excitedly behind him: "Little handsome guy, you pass by my shop every day after school. It's the time when my business is the best. I really follow you. What do you want to give me?" I will give you 20% off whatever your girlfriend buys." He only heard the word girlfriend, and his palms felt a little hot. The boss took a look at him, pointed enthusiastically to those dazzling hair accessory necklaces under the glass cabinet, and recommended: "Little handsome guy, these are the most beautiful accessories in our store, you can pick any one, I mean what I say, I'll give you 20% off." His eyes flicked one by one, and he saw a pair of little daisy earrings lying quietly in the corner, light and shallow, exuding a natural and pure atmosphere just like the little daisies on the paper. The boss noticed the look in his eyes, took it out neatly, and handed it to his hand, "Little handsome guy, this little daisy earring is very elegant, your girlfriend will definitely like it." He looked at the earrings in his hand and gave a slight hum. He thought of the hairpins she liked to wear on the side of her bangs, and thought that if it wasn't earrings, it would be a little daisy hairpin. He suddenly understood what he should give. But he searched all the jewelry stores, but couldn't find the little daisy hairpin. He went back to the original shop and ordered the pair of daisy earrings. The boss enthusiastically packed it in a dark green square box with a light green ribbon tied on it. He decided to modify the pair of earrings by himself, carefully removed the earrings with pliers, smoothed the abrupt places, bought thin hairpins, and glued the little daisies to the hairpins. This was the first time he did it. This kind of thing is time-consuming and labor-intensive. As soon as school is over, I shut myself in the room, thinking about how to do it naturally. He really has no talent for this kind of thing, and he seems clumsy. Fortunately, he was quite satisfied with the results. He put the little daisy hairpin into the dark green velvet box, tied the light green ribbon thinly, held it in his hand, and let the light green linger in his heart. She should like it. There were not many people in the stairwell, he walked up a few steps, and heard her crisp voice echoing in the stairwell, "I'm going to my grandma's house the day after tomorrow, the art teacher assigned me homework, field sketching, I'll go there Draw a spring story in the rapeseed field next to it, haha." Another girl's voice continued: "It's such a long run, why don't we go at noon as before?" "Well, anyway, this bus will go there in the afternoon, and I won't get up in the morning." The next day he waited in front of one of the few stop signs to Lulan Village. The green-skinned bus drove slowly, and the old doors opened with a mechanical sound. When he got in the car, he saw her sitting in the back seat with her eyes closed, as if she had fallen asleep. The soft bangs on her forehead were blown up by the wind, revealing her smooth and full forehead. The sun shone on her face, which was as warm as The most beautiful scenery in spring. He walked slowly towards her. sat beside her. How nice it would be if this car kept driving, kept driving. The weather was as warm as spring, with her by his side, there was no darkness in life. He played so happily with her and Chen Qi that day, almost the happiest day in his memory, carefree, like returning to the scene when he was a child in the countryside. She promised to give him the painting as a birthday present. He thought of the little daisy hairpin he made himself, and couldn't help smiling at her. She turned her head and continued to paint. Chen Qi was chirping excitedly. He raised his camera and took a picture of her sitting alone in front of the easel. He thought that all these joys would continue. But on the day of the sports meeting, his happiness came to an abrupt end. This girl named Mi Li had met him before when he and Chen Qi went to the skating rink of the Sports Academy. It's just that she didn't expect to be her good friend, and she brought Mi Li here just to let Mi Li get close to him. Under the scorching sun, he stood on the basketball court like a fool, watching her slowly disappearing back, leaving only rice grains here to shout for him. His eyes were stung by sweat, but he couldn't bear to blink, he just watched her back slowly disappear before his eyes. On his birthday, he originally had a little fantasy, but the weather on that day played a joke on him from the very beginning. Before he arrived at school, the moderate rain came suddenly. That day, many students were drenched in water. He opened the schoolbag and looked at the green velvet box he had carefully packed. His hands were already wet to the touch, not to mention the books in the schoolbag. He originally waited to dry it before giving it to her, but he didn't expect her to come so early, so he had no choice but to walk out the door. He had expected it to be the painting she had promised. Unexpectedly, what she handed over was a love letter written by someone else, and an origami crane that someone had painstakingly folded. Where is the shadow of the painting she promised? He just felt cold from head to toe, like the sudden cold rain in the morning. She is a little bit, and it is impossible for her to care about him. Just treat it as a classmate who used to be in the same class, and when he thought that the tone and demeanor she spoke to him were the same as those of other classmates, he told himself, don't be stupid anymore. He knows his heart is fragile. What you want, you can't tolerate the slightest rejection, otherwise you will be addicted. He held the love letter in his hand, his fingers were so stiff that he couldn't feel it, but he couldn't help but bend it inwardly. He opened the drawer, and there was still a damp dark green box, as if mocking his self-indulgence, his eyes could not help but close slightly. Why did he do this. His mother's blood once splashed all over his young face, his eyes, nose, and corners of his mouth were full of warm blood. He cried and desperately wanted to revive his mother's life, but the blood flowed like no end, no end... He still can't get it. What he wants is very little, but he can't get it all. He didn't want to let himself sink, and he didn't want to be depressed. He couldn't bear the feeling of darkness and blood all over the sky again. He was the only one alone in the world. He didn't want to step into the hopeless pursuit again. It's not that he gave up, but that he couldn't afford to lose. If you never get it, you don't care about losing it. His mind of gains and losses is too heavy. He would stand in the crowded corridor in front of the classroom and watch her. He still saw her walking out, so he deliberately walked out with his classmates, just to see her more. It's good to be able to see her clearly from a distance. See her hair getting longer and longer. Seeing her look brighter and brighter. See clearly the long and slender hair flying when she runs. Between him and her, it seems that since that incident, they have never been close. Until that day when he saw her being punished to stand alone in the corridor, his heart felt like before, and he felt reluctant to part with her. I couldn't help but walked to her side and called out her name: "Jiang Wei..." But in his heart he clearly shouted: "Xiao Wei..." He told himself at that time that she was fine in his heart.It doesn't matter if you are not together or you don't like yourself. That's why he put the little daisy hairpin in her drawer on her birthday, and he would rather not go home at noon and not even eat. If he doesn't do some things now, he is afraid that he will never have another chance in the future. She can not like him.However, he couldn't do it, so he took back his heart. He thought it had always been like this, and it was the only way to be like this. Until one day in the early summer before graduation in the third year of high school, he was picking out new pens in the stationery supermarket. The tall supermarket shelves were full of paper and pen stationery. There were very few people in the supermarket, and it was so quiet that the sound of the clock on the wall could be heard. He took the silver pen in his hand and looked carefully, but he heard the sound of pushing the door, the pleasant sound of wind chimes, and then her voice. "Zhenzhen, what do you think I should buy him as a graduation present?" "I see, you don't want to buy anything, just give that painting away. You promised him that you won't give it away until now, although I don't know if Jiang Zimo still remembers that painting." Her voice darkened, "That painting should have been given to him on his birthday last year." "Just send that painting, and forget about him completely after sending it. To be honest, it's really impossible between you. Since many things are out of reach, don't try to stand on tiptoe. If you are too tired, it will be enough." If it is caught, maybe it will be smashed?" The pen in his hand almost slipped from his trembling fingers and fell to the ground. The voice was getting closer and coming towards him, and he heard the voice of the girl named Zhenzhen, "And Mi Li, didn't you say that she didn't even mention Jiang Zimo's name? What's wrong with Jiang Zimo, Mi Li will definitely hate you." He put down the pen in his hand, walked to the corner, entered the other side, and saw her sad eyes in the gap of neatly arranged notebooks. "I know..." Her voice was full of thick nasality, as if it was a completely different her, someone he had never known before. He walked forward, his footsteps were extremely light, and in the gap, she lowered her head, her eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyelids, but her big eyes lifted up quickly, and he would never forget those suddenly raised eyes for the rest of his life. And in that gap, he only saw those eyes that naturally flowed with true emotions. "I don't have the courage now, but I will definitely have it in the future." "He's going to stay in Germany all the time, you go find him, dream about it, go abroad, maybe you didn't find him, he was sold first." "If you can find it, of course you can find it, Zhenzhen, tell me, one day I will become a cartoonist, how about standing in front of him suddenly?" "What's the matter, I'll just think you were talking in your sleep just now." The previously gloomy atmosphere slowly became active. The light, shadow and sound in the gap gradually went in. "How about this silver pen? Mine is broken." He heard her asking the girls around her. He moved forward a little. "It's so-so, or let's go to Maple Leaf Supermarket to pick it up. The things here look really so-so, old-fashioned." The girl named Zhenzhen worried that the boss was sitting at the front desk, and kept her voice extremely low. The sound of footsteps gradually moved towards the gate along with the chatter of the two girls. He goes in.Pick up the silver pen and hold it warmly in your hand. He knew her intentions very clearly and with certainty. I also know the knot that is hard to untie in her heart. He remembered the scene when he returned Mi Li's things at the skating rink of the Sports Academy that day. He was about to leave, but Mi Li stopped him, "If I'm right, the person you like should be my best friend." , Jiang Wei, right?" He didn't deny it. Mi Li laughed, "On the basketball court that day, you looked at her so many times, how could I not understand?" He asked Mi Li: "In this case, why did you ask her to give me something?" But Mi Li no longer smiled, "There is no reason, she is my good friend, the best and the best. She will not like you, even if she likes you, she will never betray me." She obviously likes him. He didn't know until now. He is happy, but hesitant. He is not good at words, let alone how to speak his mind. He worked hard for this. Even if she didn't have the courage and confidence to run towards him at that time, even if he knew that the result of waiting for him was her retreat. He also wanted to tell her his true heart. Just like at noon that day, he saw the pure white paper without a trace of stain on the desk in the study. Even if time passed, his heart for her would not change in the slightest. Even if the destiny of each side of the world is separated from each other, he will stand in the original pure position and wait for her without complaint or regret. "My heart is like that blank paper, waiting for you to paint on it." This sentence is so simple that there is no burden, but the word "wait" is exhausted. He is willing to wait. He is willing to wait for her, until she doesn't care about the so-called betrayal of friendship, the so-called secular distance, or the entangled knots in her heart, and comes to him easily. He didn't want even a little bit of pain in her eyes, and he was willing to do everything. He wants as long as she wants.just willing. They have been looking at each other silently for many years. These years, they have been living in each other's hearts, but they have never been able to get close. When I was young, every glance I looked at and looked back was the purest affection. And those affectionate, silent for such a long time. He regretted the blunders of fate, but he was fortunate. In fact, he doesn't understand what the outline of love should be. If he waits this way, it is love. Then he is fortunate that he is still waiting here, even though he knows in his heart that he may never get the result he wants, because the world is changing and everything is unpredictable. Choose such a waiting posture.Because I would rather believe the pair of sincere eyes he saw that day. Believe that fate will send her back to him no matter which way. He knew that he waited almost obsessively, and no one could understand these years. Someone once asked him, what is the love in his heart like? He took it for granted at the time, "Love is the only one. A person's love can only be for one person for a lifetime." Others joked that he just had a good mind and didn't understand the real emotions in the world. He didn't argue with that person, because the outline of love in everyone's heart is different. His outline of love is very simple. He just believes that even if he can't be with the other person, he thinks it doesn't matter. As long as the person he loves, Living in his heart is enough.How can this kind of emotion be changed, how can it be possible to change because of the change of time? Until the 3946th day. It's been so long. Ask for a more open reason. He just didn't want his love to be lost to time. On New Year's Day the year before last, Chen Qi came back from the north during his annual vacation, and rarely went to his brother's room to look through the bookshelves to find magazines. When he saw those comic magazines, he took them out as if he had discovered a new world, and stared at the manga lying on the bed. The elder brother who was reading on the wicker chair bared his white teeth, "Brother, do you also like to read comics?" The cover facing him happened to be the most uniform girl's watery eyes in the comics. "Uh... I just watched it for fun." "I really can't see it, brother, you have such a preference. But when I was in college, those old men in the north also liked to watch it. Brother, don't be shy." Brother did not answer. "Brother, the painting on your bedside is really beautiful. I remember that sister painted it." "Ok." "What's the name, the surname seems to be Jiang." "Jiang Wei." "Oh, yes, yes, that's the name. That sister draws beautifully, and she is also cute." "Uh." "I kept thinking, why did my brother bring a camera back that day, and why did he have to drag me?" My brother glanced at the silver watch on his wrist lightly, "It's time to eat." "Brother, you..." "You talk a lot when it's meal time." Chen Qi looked at the clock on the wall, it was only 10 o'clock in the morning, he wondered in his heart, brother, this could be regarded as an abnormal behavior. That sister named Jiang Wei, where is she now? On the first day of the new year, after lunch, Chen Qi went to his girlfriend Miaomiao's house, intending to let Miaomiao come here to meet his family. Chen Qi's mother was cooking at home and was busy all the time. Uncle Jiang was rarely at home this afternoon. My brother went to the hospital in the afternoon and said he would be back for dinner at 8:00 pm. It's been many years since we got together like this, even though it's just such a small group of people. Chen Qi knew that his brother was very busy with work, and Uncle Jiang was always running back and forth between the laboratory and the factory, rarely taking care of his family.Only the aging mother is helping to take care of this big house. Miaomiao was a little nervous, saying that one was a neurosurgeon and the other was a former neurosurgeon, both of whom opened people's heads, and she was under a lot of pressure. But in the end, he still dressed up to attend, and the Spring Festival Gala of the New Year's Eve was rebroadcasted on TV. Chen Qi thought, these years, it seems that there are very few opportunities to sit together and watch the rebroadcast. The big and long mahogany table. I heard from my mother that it was a gift that Uncle Jiang bought for my aunt. My aunt had always dreamed of having a big dining table, but she passed away suddenly before enjoying it. My mother said that when she came to help take care of her brother, she had seen Uncle Jiang sleeping on it many times, and the table was watery. It was very pitiful for a big man who was usually upright to become like this. A few years ago, I was afraid of being sad, so I put it in the back yard for a long time. In the past two years, Uncle Jiang asked to take it out. Mother went to the kitchen to bring the bowls and chopsticks, Chen Qi stood up to help, Miaomiao also stood up, Uncle Jiang waved his hand, signaling to the two young men to be polite, and then carefully arranged the bowls and chopsticks one by one. Black ebony chopsticks, a milky white bone china bowl with a bunch of small plum blossoms on the mouth of the bowl. Chen Qi remembered that his mother had said that Uncle Jiang liked things with plum blossoms the most, because his aunt liked decorations with plum blossoms before she was alive. When I was young, I felt that I couldn't understand this kind of emotion. Now it seems that the smaller it is, the deeper the emotion is often sown, and those are all unintentional. After Uncle Jiang arranged the chopstick rests, Miaomiao looked at the empty chair beside Uncle Jiang in a strange way, with the chopstick rests, chopsticks, spoons and bowls placed in line with everyone else, poked Chen Qi in confusion, and asked in a low voice: "Aqi, didn't you say that your brother is the only one who hasn't come back yet? Why is there an extra person?" There is no picture of Auntie in the living room, and Chen Qi couldn't point it out, so he could only say softly: "That's Auntie, she's gone, Uncle does this every time, just pretend she's there. We're all used to it, and we forgot to tell you. " Miaomiao lowered her eyes and didn't answer the words, but her eyes were looking at the empty space, she didn't know what she was thinking. Uncle Jiang was looking at his watch. As soon as Chen Qi turned his side, he saw his brother enter the room from the corner of his eye. "Brother, good." "Hello." Miaomiao was a little cautious. When Uncle Jiang saw that his son had come back, he began to greet everyone for dinner. The father and son talked very little during the dinner, and both of them were very bored. This is what mother said to them. 吃饭，妈妈看电视，江伯伯时而看会儿电视，时而给身边的那个位置夹菜，哥哥闷头吃饭，客厅只有电视机里闹哄哄的喜庆声音。 “我说，小墨啊，你找女朋友了没啊，你看阿齐，比你小，今年下半年都准备订婚了。” 还是妈妈开的口。 江伯伯这才看了眼身边的儿子，“要抓紧啊，年纪不小了。” "Oh." 哥哥只是淡淡地回了一声，头都没抬起来，显然这个话题他不太感兴趣。 妈妈却看得极为重要，“我听你们院长说过，你有未婚妻这回事，是真的假的啊？” “未婚妻？” 陈齐和江伯伯几乎异口同声，妙妙忍不住笑了起来，估计在想，这家子人难道八辈子不交流的吗？ 哥哥这才抬起头来，看着自己父亲的脸，“没有。” “那个院长的女儿蕾蕾，牛津大学毕业的，人很不错的，既然没有这回事，你就先试试看，了解了解一下，总是好的。” 妈妈心里这块大石头不知何时才能落地，一脸很急的样子。 “妈，你还不明白啊，哥是不想找，才找个挡箭牌。” 哥看了陈齐一眼，笑了笑。 江伯伯放下筷子，声音隐隐有些怒意，“子虚乌有的事情，你怎么跟人家说的，竟然传到院长的耳朵里去了。” 哥却是一脸平淡的样子，“人家问我有没有女朋友，我只是沉默了一下。” 陈齐忍不住笑了起来，“然后就从女朋友传成未婚妻了，哥，原来医院也这么八卦啊。” “啊？怎么能这么瞎传呢，这样谁还敢跟你好啊，小墨啊，你应该跟大家解释解释的。” “这样挺好。” 哥这四个字一落地，妈妈就苦皱着眉毛，江伯伯无奈地摇了摇头，再也没有说话。 妙妙却自告奋勇地对哥哥道：“哥，你是不是不喜欢医院里的那些女生啊，我帮你去物色物色，我认识几个漂亮的空姐呢。” “谢谢你，我目前没这个打算。” 妙妙听完这个回答，冲一边幸灾乐祸的陈齐吐了吐舌头。 晚上陈齐送妙妙回家，两个人在路灯下缓慢行走，妙妙问陈齐：“哥哥一直就这样吗，看起来很忧郁似的。” “呃……他小时候得过严重的抑郁症，听妈妈说那时候的哥哥不跟任何人说话，经常一个人躲在花园的小木屋里，行为也很古怪……后来阿姨去世后，他的情况更严重了，伯伯那阵子又不管他，把他送到我家这边来上学，乡下的小伙伴们多，可能就是从那个时候，才好转的吧。不过，我倒是觉得，我哥不爱说话的个性是天生的。反正从我有记忆开始，他就不太爱说话。” “啊？抑郁症？怪不得你哥哥是天才，我说呢，智商过180的能有几个正常人啊。你别瞪我，我没有骂你哥哥的意思。我是在跟你讲正事呢，你没看国外那些报道吗，说小时候得过抑郁症的孩子大多是天才，叫什么孤岛天才。” 陈齐不屑道：“怪理论，这么说爱因斯坦小时候也有抑郁症？” 妙妙哈哈大笑了起来，“你不觉得爱因斯坦看起来就神神叨叨的嘛，眼睛老瞪得贼大，头发也挺风中凌乱的。智商高，情商自然就低，上帝是公平的。哥哥啊，这么冷淡的个性，交不到女朋友正常。我看还是我这个弟媳妇出把力。” 陈齐笑着拍了拍妙妙的肩膀，“妙妙大媒婆我看你还是省把力气吧，刚被拒绝就忘了啊？我哥这个人不能用常理来推断，说不定已经有喜欢的女生了呢，偏偏就不说出来。” 妙妙瞪大眼睛道：“啊？有喜欢的女生了？谁啊，何方神圣，还是哪个洞的妖精？” 陈齐笑着拍了拍女友的头，“我只是随便说说，假设而已。” 一路嬉闹地很快就走完了这段路程，陈齐回到家，哥哥因为疲累的关系已经睡下了，陈齐无聊地打完游戏，往床上一躺便呼呼大睡，起来的时候是早上7点。 其实他还想多睡会儿。 可是妈妈敲门敲得叮咚作响，“快起床啦，吃早饭啦。” 饭桌上就伯伯在看报纸，陈齐随口问：“我哥呢？” “昨天大半夜就出门了，肯定又是有急诊。” “大过年的都这样，真累啊！” 陈齐开始庆幸自己当初没选择学医。 伯伯却抬起头来对陈齐说：“让你哥哥当初不要学医，他非要学，而且学了我最不想他学的神经外科。” 妈妈叹了口气，“小墨这孩子心眼太实了，他是在为他妈活呢。” 说完抹了抹眼泪。 这样无意的话题显然过于沉重，妈妈脸色显得有些无措。 伯伯把报纸叠了又叠，没有说话，只是低头喝粥。 气氛沉静而压抑。 陈齐觉得这么多年过去了，一个人的影响力实在太大，主要是因为，以那样一种方式离开人世。想忘记，是永远不可能的。 大家吃完饭，伯伯交代了几句，就拎着公文包出去了，门口黑色的轿车等着，估计又有一段时间不能回来了。 妈妈去帮哥哥房间做收拾打扫，陈齐本来在院子里喂鸟，却被妈妈急促的叫声一惊，放下手中的鸟食，往哥哥的房间一路小跑过去。 一进门，见妈妈好端端的，屋子里也干干净净的，“妈，你一大早大惊小怪的干吗呀，刚才搞得伯伯又伤心了一回，现在你又吓我！” "look……" 妈妈走到哥哥淡灰色的枕头边，掀开来，是一本白色的本子，有点陈旧的感觉。 “不就是个笔记本吗？” 妈妈却是絮絮叨叨，“哪里是笔记本，是画本，我也是今天第一次看到，我想起来了，你哥哥高中那会儿好像是画过一阵画，中午喊他吃饭他都没空吃，一个人在写字台前画东西……” 陈齐不以为然，妈妈虽有些迟疑，但还是把那本子递给了他，陈齐忍不住嘀咕道：“没想到我哥还会画画呢……” 掀开第一页，陈齐便看见一幅画，一个穿着蓝色裙子白色衬衫的女生站在马路上。 没有任何文字。 第二页，女生的穿着相似，却是趴在桌子上。 第三页，女生穿着红白相间的运动服，在操场上笑着。 第四页…… 第五页…… 陈齐拿着画本飞快地拨弄着，竟像是画里的人在演绎着每天的生活，穿着的款式，衣服的颜色，没有几个是雷同的，人却是同一个，生动得像是在眼前走动着，笑着。 人在画中走，心在画中人。 陈齐最后将画本放回了原来的位置，就像从未有人发现。 他相信，这些沉寂在时光里微小的秘密，就算无人能看到，也终有一天，会生出枝叶，开花结果。 One pair for life people 夜已深沉。 可他却失眠了，最近太忙，接连去外地会诊手术，今天难得抽出一天时间陪妻子到海边散步。 看见她开心地在海风中嬉戏奔跑的样子，身心疲惫仿佛全部散去。 只是她却有意无意地嘀咕起他来，“你是不是心里只有那些病人，没有我呢？” 他伸手想搂住她不安分的肩膀，还没有回答她，她便调皮地一转身，让他落了空，笑道：“跟你开玩笑的啦，知道你很忙，不过，有一句话，你总该弥补给我吧？” 他看着她晶亮的眼睛，顿时明白了过来。 是那三个字…… 就是结婚当天，他没有说的那三个字。 她问他为何不说，他当时顺口回道：“感情的事何必挂在嘴边。” 他不习惯吐露爱意。 就算吐露，也是浅浅淡淡，远不如内心的浓烈。 可是此情此景，他并不想让她失望。 他看到海滩上的贝壳，白色的，带着褐色的花纹，他垂首捡了起来，握在手中，仿佛还带着海的味道。 她见他专注地看着贝壳，好奇地走过来问他：“这贝壳很好看吗，你盯着看这么久？” 他笑了笑，抬起头来看着她美丽的眼睛，“不是贝壳好看，是这个贝壳两瓣还在一起，没有被海水冲散。” 她看着那贝壳，低声道：“这是注定在一起的。” 他牵着她的手，手中仍有细细的沙粒，说着他不擅长的情话，“就像我们一样。” 是啊，这辈子注定要在一起的…… 白墙红瓦的平房，白色的墙上很多花花草草的彩画，天真浪漫，这是绿兰村里唯一的幼儿园。 30个小朋友唧唧喳喳地坐在下面，看着白色的讲台前，站着的那个身着黑白套装城里来的小男孩。 老师俯身和小男孩说着话，笑容满面的样子鼓励着，小男孩儿却始终不敢抬起头。 “哈哈……是个哑巴。” “他没有舌头……” 下面调皮好动的小男孩叫着。 可纵使是这样，那个站在讲台前漂亮白净的小男孩也没有抬起头来，眼睛始终低垂着，离他最近的老师也只能看到他微微发颤的长长的睫毛。 “他叫江子墨，小朋友们热烈欢迎新同学。” 下面的小朋友拍着零散的掌声。 最后这个叫江子墨的小男孩被老师安排坐在中间的位置。 只是还没来得及坐下，小板凳便被身后皮肤黑黑的小男孩一脚踹翻了。 教室里传来阵阵笑声，虽然他没有摔倒在地，却还是一声不吭。 接下来的日子，仿佛是煎熬，小朋友们有意无意地推倒他，抢他的文具，司空见惯。 可他始终低着头。 No one spoke to him. 甚至没有人愿意和他走在一起。 和他同桌的小男孩，还在课桌上画了一条长长的分割线。 在这里，没有人喜欢低着头不会说话的他。 直到那天，他的生日。 幼儿园的老师照例给班级里过生日的同学开生日会，他生日那天，不止他一个人，还有一个叫姜唯的小女孩。 老师说：“同年同月同日生……” 教室里做了彩条挂了起来，很是热闹的样子，他和那个小女孩都戴上了写着生日快乐的皇冠形状的帽子。 小女孩主动问他：“你想要什么生日礼物呢？” 他有些躲闪地往后退了两步。 “你怎么不说话呀？” 小女孩脆生生的声音靠近他，他却是低头不语，脸憋得通红。 他的沉闷换来了小女孩的不解。 可他怎么也没有想到的是，小女孩没有因他的沉默退却，而是一把抓住了他的胳膊，拿起讲台上的一支红色水彩笔，在他颤抖退缩的手腕上画起了歪歪扭扭的手表，一点也不好看。 “这块表送给你做生日礼物。” 她的手还握着他的手腕，暖和得像一块软糕。 教室里小朋友闹哄哄的声音像是在嘲笑小女孩的行为，老师在一边拍了拍他的肩膀，柔声道：“姜唯同学送给你的生日礼物，江子墨同学，你应该说声谢谢呢。” 在一片嬉闹声中，他看着手腕上那块画得歪七扭八的手表，第一次头微微抬起，便看到了小女孩，一双黑白分明的大眼睛。 透过这双眼睛仿佛光影缤纷地重叠在了一起。 入学第一天，巷口处，他微微侧头，与这双眼睛转瞬对视，眼见她惊恐无比地飞快逃离，他忍不住浅笑起来。 学校的走廊里，他们各自夹杂在人群中，周围满是同学的嬉闹声，他看向这双眼睛，这双眼睛也回望着他，点头，没有任何言语，短暂的只是一眼，只是匆匆。 文具超市，架子上摆放着笔记本和文具，他和她只相隔一个架子，他第一次听到她真实的心声，年少的心中虽是欣喜不已，却在缝隙间，看到了她的那双眼睛猛然抬起，满是伤感又倔犟的神采。 若干年后她到医院找他，敲门而入的一瞬，他微微侧首，看到了她那双略显生疏的眼睛，他握着笔的手指不自觉地松了开来，笔头倾斜滑在纸上画出一条弯曲的线。 外面昏黄的路灯照在厚重的窗帘上，依稀有着余光，江子墨看着身边妻子熟睡的模样，笑了笑，虽然他的胳膊已被她枕得发麻，想起今天还没有说出口的三个字，可她好像已经不计较了，他静看着她，那样近，近得能听到她每声浅浅安稳的呼吸，她并不知道，他在海滩上拾捡起贝壳时，心中涌起的第一个念头，犹如那冲不散紧紧相连的贝壳，“小唯，你知道一生一世一双人吗？” 全书完