Chapter 20 old street

And life will make women in the world go through marriage in the name of love, and complete the transformation from angel to mortal woman, because they love too much, so they can't bear it.Once love is looked up, there is only one direction to go, and it will always grow in the bottom of my heart.Genming would rather be an old street scene that stays in Xiying's memory than the person who broke the angel's wings with his own hands. There are many things that don't make sense, such as love. In Xiying's memory, Genming always wears old jeans, which are so clean that they look whitish, washed with a lot of water, and his thick hair is short and standing straight, which is very similar to his temper.

Two months before the college entrance examination, Genming suddenly said to the teacher: I will not take the college entrance examination. After finishing speaking, he dragged his eyes full of astonishment and stubbornly walked across the campus. When Genming was four years old, his father was furious when he learned that his mother was in love with someone else. On a rainy night, the people in the whole street were screamed Waking up with a start, the next morning, Gen Ming's father calmly passed the eyes of people in the street, turned into the police station, and never came out again, leaving Gen Ming and his grandmother to depend on each other.

Genming stumbled all the way and grew into a young boy. That rainy night and that morning are still the talk of Xiaojie. Those vertical downward gazes, Genming is so tired that his grandma turned to those gazes because he was studying in college. Gen Ming didn't think about it anymore, it was complete, his self-esteem couldn't be bent. When Xiying received the admission letter from the university, Genming was already busy in the old house at the street corner, with mottled paint and paint stuck to his body, a cigarette butt in the corner of his mouth, happy and clean, his face full of sunshine.

When he came back from the winter vacation, Xiying saw Genming standing by the pool table with a cue stick in his arms, watching a billiard ball intently. A nineteen-year-old boy called by a man. In the past four years, he and Xiying had talked intermittently, but the conversation was shallow. Is it hot in Guangzhou in summer?Or the winter in Guangzhou is not cold, right?As he was talking, hisses sounded from behind Gen Ming, booing very kindly, Xiying's face gradually became hot, and he said in a low voice: I'll go. Not long after walking out, I heard Genming's anger, Xiying walked faster, as if fleeing, the stone road rattled hurriedly.

I ran home, my face was still red, I took a full glass of mineral water, and drank it very unladyishly. The mother who was watching TV didn't look up and said: From now on, don't talk to people on the street. Most of the people gathered in the billiard hall are idle teenagers. In the eyes of street people, their lives are like locust trees with crooked necks growing by the street, doomed to be useless and doomed to have no future. Xiying, who is on the verge of turning 20, hasn't thought about all of this. The girls in the same dormitory exhibited their first loves. When asked about Xiying, she shook her head. If she had to say something, it should be Gen Ming, who secretly liked each other without saying anything. This kind of ignorant love is not worth it. What about love?

After graduation, Xiying works in a trading company. The future does not matter whether it is good or bad. Girls of the same age are busy with heartbeats, love, or crying after breaking up and caressing the wounds in their hearts. Only Xiying goes in and out by herself. When passing the intersection, you can clearly feel a bunch of greedy eyes on your back, and when you turn the corner, you will make a sudden sound and break your heart. In fact, Gen Ming has a girlfriend, but the frequency of changing is faster than that of seasons. The flames of youth in each girl, like floating shadows, pass over Genming's youth, exaggerating his bad reputation, but Genming is very happy.Occasionally at night, when I think of Gen Ming's straight look in the eyes, like a small stone, there is a little heartache.

The same city, the same old street, the bluestone road after the rain, shining with a wet and cold luster, when you settle down, the crisp loneliness will meander into the depths of the old street, gradually lonely and hopeless, at the end of spring at the age of 24, happy Ying met Chen, not long after returning from studying in the UK, he was like a gentleman of the emperor, even in the hot summer, his tie was meticulously tied, he opened the car door for Xiying, put his hands above the door, with a reserved smile and calm eyes, Very murderous.My mother liked it, and even a close friend joked: Xiying, when you don’t like it, tell me.

Xiying knows that it may not be a joke. This is an era of vanity full of material desires. Everyone has a vanity seed in their hearts. When the time is right, it will germinate and bloom, and then it may not be easy to gather, and I am no exception. When sending Xiying home, a silver-gray Buick was parked at the street corner, and the uneven cobblestone road would hurt the car. Chen stretched his elbow slightly to signal Xiying to take it, and entered the side street very affectionately. Holding Chen's arm and walking towards the depths of the small street, the gaze on Xiying's back was as sharp as a knife, making her panic-stricken, the world around her suddenly became silent, there was no sound, only the sound of heels knocking on the cobblestone road .

Heck, heck, he's so lonely. Later, when entering and exiting the intersection, Xiying's head was drooping. That time, just after the rain, Chen sent Xiying back and parked the car habitually. The finely crafted shoes shrug your shoulders, and you can't get through without wading. Xiying looked at Chen Xiao, if in the past, she took off her shoes and walked over, but now it is different, she has love, and she can leave it to a man to deal with. Chen La pulled her hand, and Gen Ming ran over carrying a pile of bricks, threw them into the water with a plop, hopped and walked on them, like a big strong bird, clapped his hands and said, "It's done."

He walked away without looking up. Xiying suddenly felt uncomfortable and wanted to cry, but couldn't find a reason. Ren Chen held hands and hopped over to go home, bored in the living room. When he left, he didn't go to see him off, but he came back soon after, looking distraught, his original gentlemanly demeanor was gone: the tire of the car was punctured. Xiying said: Is that right? I hurriedly found the emergency lights and went out with him. Sure enough, the four tires were lying flat in the humid air, and the laughter in the billiards hall was ups and downs, mixed with complacency and ulterior motives.

Xiying stared at it for a moment, then ran over and shouted at the bright lights inside: Yu Genming, come out! Genming stood in front of him holding the club: What's the matter? Who did it? !Xiying pointed at the car at the street corner, and said in a mournful voice. Sorry, I was busy playing and didn't see it.Genming didn't even look at her, just wiped the club, very disapproving. Tears rolled in Xiying's eyes, but Chen chased after her and pulled her up: "Let's go, what do I have to say to these people." The car was dragged into the repair shop, Chen stood on the street annoyed, took out his mobile phone and dialed 110, Xiying was startled: Forget it. Why?Chen gritted his teeth. The police may not be able to find out, why bother to offend them and continue to make the car suffer?Xiying panicked to find some reasons, she probably knew who it was, but she just couldn't bear it. Chen looked at her meaningfully. Under the cool moonlight, Xiying gradually became terrified, with thorns stretched out in his heart. All right, let's go home, I'll call a car.Chen stretched out his hand tenderly, stroked her forehead with soft and cold fingers, then embraced her shoulders, turned his back to the road to stop the car, Xiying looked over Chen's shoulders, and saw Gen Ming holding a club in his arms , looking at this side motionlessly, with cold cynicism in his eyes. Xiying and Genming stared at each other under the desolate moonlight, neither of them was willing to compromise and relax first. The wind suddenly ran across the side street. Finally a car stopped, and when Chen Song let go, Xiying suddenly whispered in his ear: I want to go with you. Chen paused for a moment, looking at her, joy flashed like sparks suddenly jumping out of the night. Xiying didn't wait for him to say anything, and got into the car. The moment he entered Chen's house, Xiying suddenly got up in a panic, and saw that he was wearing slippers, and there were rainwater splashed on his toes when he crossed the small street. the prince's palace. In an instant, I was so panicked that I didn't know what to do. In the morning, I woke up in Chen's arms, the sun came in through the gaps in the curtains, the bed was very soft, the room smelled of green and sweet trees, the community has the best greenery, and the people who can afford a house here are probably some Worthy. Later, Xiying thought that night was a bit of an angry one, and just wanted to tell Genming in this way: I love him, please don't disturb my love in a small way. I would rather he ran over in front of Chen and said: Xiying, I love you. With a start, Xiying seldom went back to live in the small street, and her mother was sure that she was going to marry and she liked it, so she turned her eyes and closed her eyes and didn't ask any more questions. When returning to the small street, Gen Ming always holds a strong club, like a weapon that can be used to defend something at any time, watching her coming from a long distance, and seeing her all the time. Deep down the street. Something steaming in the eye, cold or sore. Most of the time, Xiying doesn't think too much. Every time he thinks about it, a hard stone will be pierced into the nerves of his body. This feeling reminds Xiying of the Australian thorn bird. His long-cherished wish in his life is to find a beloved The thorns pierced the body, and then sang in blood, and sang until death. There is a kind of man who is born to be a woman's thorn, such as Gen Ming, he has been using his own way to seduce her, for example, he keeps falling in love and abandoning, just letting her witness his charm and love gap time and time again, However, Xiying didn't learn to take the initiative to plunge into the love of men. That winter was surprisingly cold, and Xiying cried when she accepted Chen's ring. It had nothing to do with the coming of happiness, but thought of Genming inexplicably. The tragedy of life is nothing more than two bodies embracing in the name of love, but their hearts run in opposite directions. For Xiying, at least at this moment. Xiying knew that Chen Qian was doting on himself, so he went back to visit his mother, put the car in the parking lot where there were car watchers, and had to walk for more than one stop to reach the side street. All the burdens were in his hands, and he had to spare He gave out an arm for Xiying to hold. Once, Xiying asked Chen: What do you love about me?Chen stood on the side of the street, looking at her, serious: Another day, I will make a list of what I love about you. Xiying is silent, and his heart is very cold. He always thinks that love is the most unreasonable thing to talk about. Love that can tell why is probably suspected of being adulterated. The list that was made from the beginning should be business cooperation. rather than love. He has no admirable family background, and the only thing that can tempt him is his body. And Xiying wants him to fall in love with his own heart, which is the wish of all women in the world. To fall in love with a heart is depth, to fall in love with a beautiful body, love becomes a prop to own this body. Walking to the street corner, I couldn't help looking at the billiard hall, just happened to meet Gen Ming looking over here, every time like this, as long as Xiying wants to look, I can meet his eyes, like a stone smashing my heart. Before she had time to avoid it, Gen Ming called her: Xiying. The tone was strong, but it was not as good as Xi Yingying. A girl ran out from the depths of the arena. In such a cold winter, she revealed her enchantment under her thin clothes. With plump and sexy lips, the way she tilted her head to look at her was quite provocative. Xiying suddenly didn't know what to say, so Chen took her hand and signaled her to leave quickly. The girl ran over: So you are Xiying, heh, not as pretty as they rumored. Xiying's face flushed red, tears rolled in his eyes, he raised his face suddenly, and paused every word: Yu Genming's beloved women are all beautiful, of course I am not as beautiful as you.After speaking, he dragged Chen into the side street. Then I heard a pair of angry heels knocking on the cobblestone road, rushing to the arena, and a sad and angry voice: Yu Genming! He and Chen walked the whole small street angrily and silently. In front of the house, Chen Cai said: a typical poor street and back alley. These words pierced Xiying's self-esteem fiercely, and he turned his head to catch Chen's gaze: I also grew up in the back alleys, please don't suffocate me with a stick. It's too late, you haven't married me, a poor street man. After finishing speaking, he shut the door with a bang, crying, and couldn't find an excuse to cry. No matter how hard Chen stayed outside the door and refused to open it, his mother wandered around in the living room. Finally, Chen Fu whispered on the Xiying door: I will call you tomorrow. It was raining outside, crackling on the window. In the morning, I saw a pair of eyes in the mirror, like peaches that just fell from the tree. In the morning, my mother babbled non-stop with a sullen face, saying the same things, probably because of how powerful you are when you meet such a good man?How many people are envious of him, if you lose him, then we will see how you cry. Xiying washed her face without saying a word, tidied up and went out. After the rain, the small street was slightly fishy and smelled of rotting seaweed. I walked all the way to the entrance of the small street. I couldn't help but glanced at the billiard hall. The door was already open. Gen Ming and the girl were sitting on a table facing the door. On the table, one of them had a bag of fresh milk in his mouth, and bread and ham were thrown beside him brazenly. When he looked at her, his eyes were sinister and unpredictable. Xiying threw a bright smile: "Good morning?" The milk bag fell from Gen Ming's lips, jumped off the stage, pulled the t-shirt that was casually put on, and stood up awkwardly, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment: I'm sorry about what happened last night. Xiying smiled: It's nothing, she loves you very much. Every time he has a new girlfriend, his jeans are so clean that it makes people panic, and it feels like they have been washed too hard. Xiying smiled at the girl. When walking towards the station, there was a splashing sound behind him, something was thrown into a puddle on the side of the street, and he couldn't help it. When he turned the corner, Xiying glanced at it with his eyes, and the ham and bread were lying in the puddle in embarrassment. Genming watched aggressively as the girl stomped and left with a clang on the side street. Every love affair of Gen Ming ended like this, and he was not surprised when he was used to seeing it. He could only say that they were not each other's love.Xiying was very relieved to spit out all the bad breath. Then, thinking of Chen, Xiying raised her finger, and with great effort, the ring came off, and there was a reddish ring mark where it had been put on, which was shallow, luckily it wasn't strangled on her heart. When answering Chen's phone call, Xiying said, "Let's meet up some other day and return your ring, or if you don't want to meet, I'll send it back to you." Chen paused for a long time without saying a word, Xiying said: Then——I'll send it back to you. do not…… Xiying closes the thread. In the soft corner of Xiaobao, Xiying took it and went to find Genming. Regardless of so many things, one must fall in love for a while in life. Presumably, the painful singing of the thorn bird is another kind of happiness. Can't feel it. The billiard hall at night was very lively, Xiying raised his face, passed through many gazes, and walked to Genming. He was sitting on a broken table, his long legs were dangling, looking at her from the corner of his eyes, and gulping. He took a big sip of beer, and the foam stuck to his lips, like Santa Claus with an unfinished beard. Genming, let's fall in love. There were boos in the small arena, overwhelming, Gen Ming still looked at her from the corner of his eyes, took a big sip of beer, and laughed. Genming, do you like me?Xiying pressed forward with every step, with tears in his eyes. The surroundings were very quiet, Gen Ming put down his glass and looked at her: I'm very flamboyant, I won't be interested in a woman for more than three months, can you do it?He jumped down, waved his hand, and behaved very angrily: Everyone continue to play. Then, she took Xiying and stood outside the door: There is a gap between people, can't you see it?I can see. Tears rolled into the wind. You will hate me, hate is not a good taste, in order not to let you hate me, so, you go. After finishing speaking, she turned around to leave, but Xiying blocked her with all her heart: Genming, give me a chance to make me hate you. Gen Ming looked at her under the desolate and desolate moonlight, and Xiying saw the sadness spreading in his eyes, like the mist in the autumn morning, dense and lingering. Gen Ming walked ahead, throwing away cigarette butts one after another, red and scalding the winter night. Xiying, you are the angel in my heart. Angels are used to look up to, not to live, because ordinary life will make me suddenly see your wings covered with dust from the world.When he said this, Gen Ming didn’t stop and didn’t look back. When the words fell to the ground, Gen Ming stretched out his hand to the middle of the road, a taxi stopped, and Gen Ming opened the door: Although I may be jealous, but you are very suitable, go find him. And life will make women in the world go through marriage in the name of love, and complete the transformation from angel to mortal woman, because they love too much, so they can't bear it.Once love is looked up, there is only one direction to go, and it will always grow in the bottom of my heart.Genming would rather be an old street scene that stays in Xiying's memory than the person who broke the angel's wings with his own hands. There are many things that don't make sense, such as love.