Chapter 9 I wish the old man peace

Last year, I went to learn to drive. During the period from February to April, it was always raining on the days when I had a car in the driving school.The coach changed the gas in the car and forbade everyone to sit in the car, so seven or eight of us could only stand aside with our umbrellas up and wait for our number to be called. There was a boy who never carried an umbrella and always squeezed under my umbrella.He is a graduate student from the university next door. At first glance, he looks like an otaku with a sullen physique. He doesn't understand social situations at all. He thinks that squeezing an umbrella and eating a few meals can develop a relationship.How wrong.

Why are males of this species, no matter what age they are, so naive? "The daisy chain method can support the stacking of up to 9 switches." The graduate student tried to get close to me with the nouns in his professional courses, and I buried myself in the pot chicken.Thinking about it now, the ground pot chicken that I often go to tastes really good, the meat is mellow, natural, and crispy.So much so that I have long forgotten the boy's appearance, but only remember the meaty taste of the ground pot chicken. I don't know why, but when I think of the smell of meat, I think of another person.That man is also mellow and natural, and I always remember the feeling of leaning on his back, which is a comfort.It's like leaning on a soft cloud, floating in the sky.

That man's name is Song Qingjia, and I call him Chubby.We have known each other for many years.The funny thing is, from the time we met at the age of seven to the age of twenty-eight now, we didn't speak before the age of fifteen, and we didn't speak again after the age of twenty-four. Thinking of him is like thinking of the moat next to my childhood home and a few old willow trees by the river.I grew up staggeringly, and went to many places in a hurry, but they are always there, living in my heart like nostalgia. Being fat is like nostalgia for me.The feeling of being close to the hometown is timid.

The day I got my driver's license, I went to see the car.I bought a small Sail and drove directly onto the elevated road.I was a little apprehensive, but also very excited, and kept praying for peace and safety.But at this time the phone lit up, and I glanced at it and saw that the person calling was Chubby. Just for a moment of trance, my car rear-ended a new Lexus on the road, which was terrible. But when the noise all quieted down, I finally saw the source of the missed call. It was Mingming—the graduate student—who didn’t know when he saved his number into my phone, and entered his small number in a coquettish way. name.

I called back in annoyance, burst into anger, hung up the phone after cursing, my scalp went numb.Don't blame others, it's Fatty's fault, why does it keep getting into my mind recently? How should I put it, lately I always feel that life is more like a strange dream with ups and downs.Can something like this happen to me? The owner of the Lexus rubbed his neck and got out of the car and knocked on my window. I didn't even dare to lift my head to apologize.He is generous, "It's okay, my car has just been covered by full insurance, so you don't need to pay for it."

I couldn't believe my ears, I looked up at him, a handsome uncle with thick eyebrows and big eyes, smiling like an angel. Crashing a car can also lead to a marriage. I used to think that it was only seen in dog-blood romance novels, and it happened like this. I dated a few times for no reason, and the uncle was a little enthusiastic.As for me, I just have a problem with face control, and I like to have such a handsome old man by my side to decorate myself.Every time I broke up with Pangpang back then, the fuse was that I hit him for being unhandsome. Last year I was a twenty-seven-year-old girl, thinking that I was wearing a fake literary cloak.Some are just a worthless job, an orange car that has just been repaired, and a loli face that has not been fooled for several years.

I still remember when I was seven years old, Pangpang and I participated in the school's art performance together.Fatty was still not fat at that time, and he was dressed as a girl, so he was called handsome.One of us wore red and the other wore green, and stood on a one-meter-high stage and sang "The Red Star Follows Me to Fight".I remember many teachers said that we looked like a pair of twins.The video was broadcast on our county's TV station for a week. I stirred coffee and chatted with my uncle about this old almanac.Recently, I was with my uncle, and every time I talked about fat things.The uncle seemed to have guessed it, and asked in a neutral tone, "Is that person again?"

I nodded and looked out the window.rain again.There was really a lot of rain last year, usually lingering for several days, and even the memories became sticky. "By the way, I forgot to tell you," I said to the uncle, "fat dad is the director of our county TV station." Uncle's house is very clean and very pretentious.A towering wall of bookshelves filled with books and CDs.I guess those books are all innocent and innocent, and have not been read by anyone's fingers. Halfway through watching a Blu-ray movie, the uncle leaned towards me, his arms wrapped around my shoulders so naturally, and his head also leaned towards me, as if I would be punished with a kiss if I moved.

After so many dates, a kiss seemed to come naturally, but I resisted.I moved my body, turned my head to one side, and said to the uncle, "You know, Fatty and I watched this movie once." We watched the movie "Blue Sea and Blue Sky" at Pangpang's house.Rented DVDs are generally clear, but I watch them carefully.Unlike now, watching a movie is just a form, with the undercurrent of the body hidden behind it.As soon as we finished watching it, we went to the bathroom to hold our breath.We each have a washbasin, fill it with water, and put our faces in it.Tens of seconds later, before I raised my head, I heard the sound of Fatty falling.His eyes were closed, his lips were tightly closed, and I poked my fingers over it, as if he was not breathing.I was terrified and thought he was suffocating.So I imitated the appearance on TV and gave him artificial respiration.Yes, I was deceived. As soon as our mouths touched, I knew that there was nothing wrong with this fat boy.

"Like this?" The uncle smiled and leaned over, and I closed my eyes. I have no future with this uncle.He didn't promise me anything, and I didn't expect anything.It's just that for a period of time, two lonely people walk together.He gave me a gift, and I asked for two strings of crystal pendants from Swarovski.One pendant is a tiger and one pendant is a leopard.I wore a red cotton dress and my hair was just loose. The uncle shouted: "Turn back." As soon as I turned around, he took a photo for me. In the evening, I beautified the photo with Meitu Xiuxiu and made it my desktop narcissistically.After thinking about it, I e-mailed the photo to Pangpang, with only one sentence: "If a fat man drives away tigers and leopards, how can a fat man be afraid of bears?"

This sentence was Pang Pang's signature, and he has used it for many years.In those years, just looking at that signature gave me a sense of security.Now I am alone, no matter where I go, who I am beside, and what kind of strong door I am in, I feel like there is a hole in my heart. I recall it and dig it out, but I can't get out the wisdom of "not afraid". The window of the rented hut is facing a sycamore tree. As soon as May arrived, tung flowers were born.Purple, like a skinny trumpet.A few fell by my window, picked them up, and carefully licked the stamens. Very sweet and honey. There is a botanical garden next to the high school where Pangpang and I study together. Every spring, there are hundreds of flowers blooming and blooming.Evading fares to go in to see flowers is something every high school student has done.I remember that there were seven of us, four women and three men walking under the pear tree, and sometimes snow-white pear blossoms would fall all over our shoulders.A girl quietly told me that she likes fat, I asked why, he is so fat.The girl said, I heard that his father has been transferred to a TV station in the city to be the director, and I want to be a host in the future. After I conveyed the girl's liking, Chubby pouted and glared at me.He didn't speak to me or spend time with the girl for a week after that.At that time, there were sycamore trees planted on every road in our county. When the tung trees were in bloom, I rode a bicycle with a basket of sycamores I picked up and met Pang Pang on the narrow road.His chubby face was flushed with heat, and his voice was also irritated. He asked me, "Meng Chuxia, which university did you apply for?" Four months later, we met in the same university.Then, fall in love. When I told this story to my uncle, it was in a small flower pavilion downstairs of his house.A girl broke into his house with a "catch" attitude, and he was cooking steaks with red wine.The red wine was spilled all over the floor, and the beef was trampled underfoot.The girl cried and said that the uncle was a jerk, she had been with him for three years, but he found a new love so easily.The uncle held her in his arms, comforting her hysteria. When I left, the uncle followed me downstairs.I didn't say a word of reproach, I just asked him if he still liked that girl.He shook his head and nodded again.I asked him if he liked me and he nodded.I said: "Look at you, Pangpang is not like that. Pangpang has always liked only one person. He likes me when he likes me, and only likes others when he likes others." My uncle and I never met again, but when I went back that night, I saw Pangpang.There is a photo of him lying in my mailbox, he is thin and handsome. The wind blows the sycamore trees rustling, and the fragrance of tung flowers floats in, blending with memories.It was the same back then, there was only one sycamore tree, and I don't know how many spring sounds.I wanted to cry, and I did. By the way, I forgot to make another explanation. In the photo sent by Fatty, besides himself, there are also his wife and children.His wife was a bit fatter, and the kids looked like him. He got married a year after we broke up, with his dad's new female intern.The reason we broke up was the sum of all the petty things.I've talked about his dad's snobbery a few times, and he's expressed displeasure with my mother's dowry demands.These things that are so realistic and vulgar now, were actually big things that really existed and troubled us back then.Before we broke up, Pang Pang came to me and asked me if I would like to go to other places with him to get married naked.I laughed at him and turned him down.All in all it was very unpleasant. Before I knew it, that relationship seemed to have become a tasteless thing in my heart, and it was a pity to discard it if it was tasteless. After the breakup, I was stuck in a tangle and couldn't forgive myself.He simply put down everything, including his mother's concern, and went to a different place to ask for trouble. Every year around this time, I always think of him.We fell in love in spring and separated in spring.The brain seems to have not calmed down the sweet and bitter engrams, so memories come from time to time. I have no future with Pangpang, he only loves her now.No, no, I never wanted to bother him.I'm just thankful that he once talked about my past, so that I can occasionally be warm in memory. Now the hustle and bustle of the past is finally resolved, but I wish the old man peace. In the spring of this year, I thought about being fat again, but it was not as tangled as last year.Once at a meal, I ran into another old friend, Mingming whom I met when I was learning how to drive last year.He greeted me enthusiastically: "Do you still remember me? I am Mingming. I graduated." The girl standing next to him tugged at the hem of his clothes in dissatisfaction, and he immediately introduced that it was his girlfriend. "Congratulations." I said.We had a meal together, and we chatted endlessly about the encounters, acquaintances and loves with girls.When I paid, he didn't grab the bill like he used to.Then they left happily together. Look, no one will stop for a person who has no possibility.As we walked, everything became clear.I looked out the window, early summer is here.