Chapter 9 Please tell Little Rose what the future is

Not wanting Hong Yi to know that she had been here, she prostrated herself on the ground, digging and digging desperately, shaking herself until tears streamed down her face, but the note ran further and further in disobedience... When the plane landed, Zeng Nuan took a deep breath of the air in London. It was no different from that in China. He walked out of the airport with a smile, and then saw the funny Hong Yi, with a bicycle wheel on each shoulder, like a giant bird folded clumsily wings. Zeng Nuan laughed until she bent over, and forgot to take her luggage, causing the people behind her to urge her in a low voice.

Hong Yi rushed forward, picked up her luggage, and wanted to hug her, but he was too burdened to do so, so he could only lean his face against her, and rubbed her cheeks affectionately, with two drops of warm tears, then Sliding off Zeng Nuan's face. For this day, Zeng Nuan worked hard for two years, and suddenly couldn't find the outlet for many words. Hong Yi dragged the suitcase while walking and said, "Heh, if conditions permit, you will pack China and take it on the plane?" Zeng Nuan followed his shoulders and walked out, and when he arrived at the square outside the airport, Hong Yi looked around, suddenly dropped his luggage, carried two wheels around the square, and cursed the British national curse in frustration: "Shit!"

Zeng Nuan looked at him and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?" Hong Yi took her to call a taxi without saying a word, and stuffed the wheels and Zeng Nuan's luggage into the trunk. In the end, Zeng Nuan found out that even though Hong Yi removed the wheels to prevent theft, the single bag in the square The frame was still stolen, and she squeezed his hand to express her apology. Knowing that a bicycle in the UK costs more than a thousand pounds, after secretly converting it into RMB, Zeng Nuan's heart twitched slightly. Fortunately, the joy of seeing each other after a long absence made Hong Yi forget the unhappiness of having his bicycle stolen. He wrapped his arms around his back, and the warm body heat penetrated the thin shirt around his waist, as if thousands of words had reached his heart.

Hong Yi's residence, except for the old trees in the yard full of vitality, is somewhat decadent and old. He was excited because of the strangeness and it was too late for Zeng Nuan to feel disappointed. He followed Hong Yi upstairs with a small piece of luggage. The room is a bit messy, half-baked potato chips can be seen everywhere, exuding all kinds of smells, Hong Yi's staple food also broke Hong Yi's stomach, Zeng Nuan looked at the messy environment, felt distressed, buried in He couldn't speak in his arms, and was hugged by Hong Yi into the bathroom, the hot water flowed down gently, and his clothes gradually fell off. Five years later, Hong Yi is no longer a young man with frizzy hands and feet.

When he was awakened by the sound of the door, it was already dark outside the window, and someone quietly entered the next room. Probably the person who rented the house with Hong Yi came back, Zeng Nuan leaned against the door in his pajamas, the woman opposite gave her a weary smile, patted the little boy on the head, and closed the door. It's Mei Ning, the little boy's mother who vowed to take her son into the Western world, throwing away her marriage dreams and ignorantly breaking into London, and works as a salesperson in a Chinese medicine store in Chinatown. There seems to be endless stories of thousands of sails in his eyes.

Zeng Nuan's IELTS score does not need to go to a language school, and she can start with a university preparatory course. After sending Zeng Nuan to school, Hong Yi continued to work while studying. The wheels of the bicycle were hung on the wall, like a very creative decoration. He vowed to buy a new bicycle within two months. Zeng Nuan likes London buses, the carriages are clean and peaceful, the passengers seldom talk, and almost everyone has a book in their hands, even for a one-stop journey. means. Hong Yi doesn't let Zeng Nuan live in the school's student apartment, saying it is too expensive.Zeng Nuan would like to understand it as his reluctance, after all, the reunion after a long absence, the love is strong.

However, about a month later, when Zeng Nuan went back, outside the door, before she raised her hand, she heard Mei Ning crying, as if she was going to take her son to Birmingham, but Hong Yi refused to let her go: "You can't do anything about those street advertisements." Can you believe it? I’m afraid it will cost more than ten pounds to travel, and you will spend more than ten pounds to return if you get nothing, and you will lose your job here, so you want to be more careful.” The tone is tough, like a husband scolding his whimsical wife.Zeng Nuan's heart sank, and she stretched out her hand, but with difficulty retracted it, and Mei Ning seldom spoke except for polite greetings. It was exhausted.

Mei Ning cried bitterly, and it took a long time before Hong Yi carefully asked: "Is it because of Zeng Nuan?" There was a sudden pause in the crying, and then, Mei Ning answered coldly: "I am tired of the cold and damp London, I see some things better than you, and it has nothing to do with her." Zeng Nuan's heart fell to the ground. She is not a suspicious woman. Mei Ning and Hong Yi share a house. In her opinion, it is just that they are forced to live in a foreign country, let alone a A 34-year-old mother with a child, a young and strong man with eyes above the top.

It turns out that the environment is special, and it is normal to deviate from the common sense. What is abnormal is my own inertial thinking. Perhaps, it is the mutual comfort of loneliness and has nothing to do with emotions. It is just that one of them inadvertently puts the other in his heart. . As for what happened next, Zeng Nuan didn't know, only Mei Ning Rourou said: "Don't always eat potato chip burgers, I have a recipe here, let her learn how to cook." Zeng Nuan walked aimlessly on the street, tears streaming down her face, suddenly felt a sense of guilt, who is the intruder of love, me or Mei Ning?

The fog was thickening until it was a blur ten feet away, and the sound of Irish bagpipes was breaking through the fog. A black-skinned old man full of vicissitudes, he was so forgetful that he didn't look like he was performing on the street, but at the performance site of a grand concert. In his top hat, there were few coins. Zeng Nuan squatted down, looked up at him, and threw the change one by one. Go in and sit on one side, hugging your knees. When Hong Yi came over, Zeng Nuan had already decided to apply for a student apartment at the school, but she still went back with him disgruntled. Before getting the school's approval, she had nowhere to go. Even, no one knew her well enough to make her speak unscrupulously. In love, some compromises are only related to helplessness and have nothing to do with love.

On the way, Hong Yi said: "If you don't know the place where you live, don't run around." I didn't ask her why she stayed on the street and didn't return. She was holding her backpack in her hand, and in a panic, she forgot it was at the door. It was full of advertising leaflets inserted from behind, piercing her heart like a hedgehog. . Mei Ning's room was neatly emptied, not a single piece of paper was left behind, only the cookbook was lying lonely in the trash can, Zeng Nuan picked it up, some pages were folded by a small corner, the paper was bigger than other pages It is obviously much older, and looks like it has been turned over N times. She often ordered those dishes in China. Two years ago, it was because Hong Yi liked to eat them. Later, she chewed his favorite dishes to recall the warm bits and pieces. Without myself, there is still someone to share these delicacies with Hongyi. Hong Yi was so lonely that he was a little irritable. He snatched the recipe with his hands, tore it up three times and twice, stuffed it into the trash can, and kicked the lid: "Don't take things out of the trash can, it's unhygienic." Zeng Nuan's heart ached sharply, for Mei Ning. It was night, when Hong Yi went to work in the Chinese newspaper office, Zeng Nuan was lying on the bed, his lips and teeth were tightly pressed, and the icy cold pierced his heart. There are some things that cannot be opened, and the more you explain, the more broken they are. When the facts are irrefutable, Hong Yi chooses to remain silent. Only when he comes back, he cooks and tinkly burns things, which Zeng Nuan likes. The very gentle atonement, after Zeng Nuanpin, it was already bitter. After the student apartment was approved, Zeng Nuan packed his things carefully, Hong Yi stood behind and watched, quietly, with a kind of fierceness in his eyes, he understood what Zeng Nuan's departure meant. Zeng Nuan tidied up with tears in her heart, thinking, what would happen to Hong Yi if she sincerely asked her to stay at this time? Hong Yi didn't speak all the time, and only messed up the cigarette butts all over the place. When she passed by dragging the suitcase, he grabbed her hand, and the despair in his eyes shattered, and Zeng Nuan panicked all of a sudden. He picked her up by the waist and stuffed them on the bed. The clothes were messed up and covered the floor with cigarette butts. Sweat and tears dripped into Zeng Nuan's mouth. , at the moment of going out, did he grab him in this way to express his retention? Feeling cold, he suddenly sat up, put his clothes on indiscriminately, picked up the suitcase, and went to the street. When I arrived at the student apartment, I realized that I had put on the wrong panties in a hurry, and it was hanging loosely on my crotch, which was ridiculous. She took it off, threw it away, and took it out of the trash can the next morning, washing it over and over until she burst into tears. Occasionally, seeing a bicycle dodging swiftly in the traffic and a person with two bicycle wheels on his shoulders on the street, Zeng Nuan would think of Hong Yi, wondering if he is like this now. There is no more news about Hongyi. In the huge London, it is not easy to meet people. Occasionally, I will think of my purpose in coming to London, which is very similar to the title of Milan Kundera's book. The few friends I gradually made were also from China, as if isolated in a small circle in a foreign country. On the weekend, I made an appointment with a friend to go shopping. When I arrived at Fourteenth Avenue, I didn’t see my friend. Zeng Nuan walked on the square in the middle of the street until his legs became weak, so he leaned on a bronze statue for a rest. The bronze statue was warmed by the sun. With some body temperature, Zeng Nuan was very comfortable. Changing to a more casual posture, his head was slapped, and a deep voice said: "Miss, can I go to another place? I can't hold it anymore. " Zeng Nuan was shocked, and then his face turned red, no wonder the bronze statue was strange, it turned out to be a performer. Zeng Nuan murmured sorry, took two steps back, the bronze statue jumped down and stretched, sat on the pedestal made of cardboard boxes, patted the vacant side, and signaled Zeng Nuan to sit down. His name is Terry, he has an old gallery, and he likes to try various and exciting lifestyles, such as painting his whole body with bronze to make a street statue for a day, and holding a whole box of chalk on the ground in the square in the middle of the street. Paint "The Last Supper" patiently. When she was with him, Zeng Nuan would always think of the first time she saw him. In the golden copper color, blue eyes, and white and neat teeth, she taught her how to pronounce Terry with a London accent, but she couldn't. Sure, he was in a hurry, he supported her with one hand and his chin with the other, and taught her how to clench her lips and teeth. When it was getting dark and the lights were shining brightly, he took her by the hand and picked up the hat on the ground and said to invite her to dinner. Zeng Nuan was uncomfortable at first, eating with a copper man, I don’t know how much attention it will attract, but after sitting down, I realized that this is purely the inertial thinking brought by China, everyone is eating peacefully, their Arrival did not attract the attention of others. Zeng Nuan took the initiative to ask for the AA system, but he blocked him. He took out a hat, and the coins were scattered on the table. He stood on the street for a day, and others threw in the hat. He didn't need them to survive, so, The best place for them is to invite her to dinner. Zeng Nuan likes to look at Terry in the sun. Her golden hair is very textured. Terry calls her Oriental Little Rose. He always calls ahead before going to the apartment to find her. He is obsessed with her graceful feet. inside.The girl who lived in the same apartment with Zeng Nuan was a typical Indian beauty. She often took her boyfriend back to the apartment without saying hello, which made Zeng Nuan very embarrassed, so she had to go to the campus, staring at the sky in a daze, or go to the library. That day, I went to Terry on a whim. He held the door and looked at her in surprise. He was a little surprised and slightly tired in his eyes. He was clearly telling Zeng Nuan that he didn't like to talk to Zeng Nuan when he was unprepared or needed. She broke into his life suddenly, although in the end, he still warmly invited Zeng Nuan in. Terry brought her a cup of coffee and continued to draw. Zeng Nuan looked at it for a while and said, "I'm leaving." Terry turned around, looked at her for a while, then suddenly threw the paintbrush, picked her up, and said, "Little Rose, let's go eat Chinese food." He was completely different from Terry just now. In the Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, Zeng Nuan ate so absent-mindedly that when he went abroad, even the dishes lost the taste of the country, let alone people, inexplicably, Zeng Nuan thought of Hong Yi. Terry ate happily, and said that in the future he would buy an RV and drive around the world, and then asked, "What is your dream, Little Rose?" Zeng Nuan was suddenly at a loss, what is her future?Hong Yi is lost, and Terry is based on the needs of the wandering mind, not love. In his heart, maybe he is just a rose from a foreign land. The hustle and bustle of London at night is very quiet. Terry took her hand and walked on the street. When approaching Leicester Square, the noise gradually increased. At the door of the bar, there were beautiful and stylish girls, pedestrians walking with dogs, And there are hawkers selling goods in the midstream of Renfeng. In a daze, Zeng Nuan's eyes lit up, but she still pressed her lips tightly. She saw Mei Ning who was selling fluorescent sticks to passers-by. It turned out that she was still in London, but her skin was much darker, and her eyes full of vigilance drove away the fatigue she used to be. He let go of Terry's hand, and in an instant, Terry ran over, gesticulated and bought a light stick, held it in front of his eyes and said, "Do you like it?" Zeng Nuan took it over, pulled Terry, and ran into the crowd like flying, following behind with a gaze on his back. When he stopped, his face was full of tears. Terry didn't know what was wrong with him, he looked at him like a silly boy, swinging his long arms around. Zeng Nuan wiped away tears and said, "Thank you, I am very happy tonight." Terry is still puzzled, he doesn't understand, do oriental women cry when they are happy. Zeng Nuan said good night to Terry. Terry was a little disappointed but looked at her with lingering hope. If usual, Zeng Nuan would stay overnight. Zeng Nuan didn't want to explain, some things couldn't be explained clearly, and he might not understand. She is an oriental woman with a sense of destiny, and she is determined not to let go of the past and future in her life. She wants a bright future. The next day, Zeng Nuan quietly went to Hong Yi's residence. The window was dark and the door was locked. Zeng Nuan waited for a while, wrote a note, and slipped it under the door before he saw that there was another note. A note with a small tail, she hesitated, took it out, it was Mei Ning’s, and told Hong Yi that she forgot the key in the room, and that the watercress fish she cooked was in the pot, remember to heat it up to eat. Zeng Nuan stared blankly, then stuffed it back, then reached out to take out her own note, but couldn't get it out, just like the love that lived in her heart, fell in too deep, and she couldn't get rid of it. Zeng Nuan went to the yard to find a thin branch. She didn't want Hong Yi to know that she had been here. She crawled on the ground, digging and digging desperately. Running deeper and deeper...