Chapter 22 Montreal in spring

No one can go back to the past. If you are forgetful and treat the present well, happiness will come easily. Because those painful loves cannot be easily forgotten. The details of this matter have never been told or asked, but Huan Yan has already known it, like a bright moon in the sky, clear and distinct. For 28 years, Huanyan has been like this. There are some things that can never be answered from words. Then, it is better to rely on intuition. The direction is often correct, like lightning. The opening came from a swallow, folded in napkins. On weekends, Huanyan and Liang went to the downstairs restaurant for dinner, and Liang was still waiting there after eating early. From staring at the floor-to-ceiling windows in a daze to seemingly bored, he picked up a napkin and folded a swallow, lying limply on the white and green bed. on a checked tablecloth.

When she held it on her palm, Huanyan didn't think too much, and asked in a teasing tone: "Who taught you?" In an instant, Liang's always calm eyes showed inadvertent dodge and concealment, and he said after a long time: "The girl in the office folded it and threw it on the table. I learned it after unpacking it. Would you like me to add some vinegar to you?" ?” As he spoke, the clear glass bottle was held in his hand, and the half-full rice vinegar dangled back and forth, like half-condensed amber. Huanyan tapped the empty plate with her chopsticks. She didn't have the habit of eating vinegar, how could Liang forget?Huanyan's heart fell drop by drop, as if clothes were pulled out of the water.

At this moment, vinegar is just a prop used to divert the topic. Apart from the swallow lying on the palm, what topic can be diverted?People always lose their sense of proportion when they panic, and the more eager to cover up, the more exposed they are. He talked to each other, played with the swallows happily, unfolded them one by one, very complicated procedures, his cleverness and wisdom have always been only displayed on the business negotiation table, in life, she always called him a stupid pig, and he could handle a cup of tea The guy with bad water temperature actually learned how to stack swallows while dismantling and disassembling.

When he went upstairs, he stared at the swallow that Huanyan was holding in his hand and joked: "When did you learn how to mop? The napkins at home are much prettier than this." I want to take it apart and have a look, and learn how to fold swallows. He smiled, stretched out his hand to grab her waist, and with a flash of joy, he dodged her. He lacked confidence in chasing her. For a whole night, stacks of paper were scattered around me, like a mountain piled up by imagination, pressing on my heart, it was completely gray. Huanyan would rather just take it apart and fold it together.

But never.I don't know how much patience and even tenderness was spent on the woman who taught him how to fold swallows... Huanyan keeps breaking her heart to the point of pain, keeping her composure, running lonely in the room, Huanyan finally tastes another kind of loneliness, when two hearts hide two directions of one thing, this kind of loneliness is better than one person's Loneliness is far from heart-wrenching. In marriage, there are some things that cannot be explained clearly, such as the bed, such as the heart or body that has been deserted, and it is best to be able to return tacitly.Marriage wounds will expand as soon as the sun shines, such examples can be seen everywhere.

Even though that feeling humiliated her, Huanyan couldn't help but wonder, the girl who taught him how to fold swallows should be younger than herself, how did they meet?Will you despise yourself? Every day, he came back early and waited for the food to be served on the sofa, as if life had always been like this, but his heart never let go, his behavior seemed to hide secrets that he did not know. In just one week, the happy face was haggard and pale, and there was a secret in his heart that he refused to tell others, and he was suffocating. He dragged Ziyun to drink tea during the lunch break. In fact, he wanted to release his mood by talking. , See, but there is no way to talk about it, even if it is said, apart from winning a handful of useless sympathy and crushing self-esteem in front of a third person, what else can be gained?

Having been friends for more than ten years, Ziyun probably knows Huanyan well, and she doesn't ask questions except for tea. The sun was piercing the street with white thorns, and the head was raised with a happy face. Suddenly, the eyes were attracted by the stainless steel fence in the middle of the street. The original white T-shirt and the slacks on Fifth Street were picked out by myself at Parkson with Liang... I was so familiar with him, he was like a naughty big boy, holding on to the fence and jumping over it with a light leap. In front of Huanyan, he has been a justice of the peace for a long time, crossing the road with her, following the rules to the point that he refuses to run a red light once.

He had already left the center of the street behind, before he could look back, Ziyun caught him: "Hey, isn't that Liang?" With his back to the middle of the street, he waved to a floor-to-ceiling window while running, and in the shadows, a beautiful face was reflected on the glass, smiling like a flower. Thousands of conjectures and conjectures overthrown by all kinds of weakness, stumbled and crowded into the bright afternoon, thundering through my heart, Huan Yan hurriedly lowered her eyes: "I thought so too, I only found out if I looked closely." Ziyun turned her face away: "I've never missed anyone." After finishing speaking, she folded her hands towards the other side of the street: "Liang!"

At that moment, Huanyan hated Ziyun to the core, as if a secret that she had worked so hard to hide was exposed by her in her ignorance. Liang Teng stood on his feet, like a speeding car being quickly stopped, and the welcoming lady was already bending over to salute him. Facing his surprised and suspicious face, Ziyun smiled complacently, and dragged Huanyan across the street: "Oh, I bet with Huanyan, she said it wasn't you." Liang smiled, and unconsciously rolled his feet on the ground a few times, as if Huanyan's heart had been stepped on. "Come to eat?" Liang said, "...Yeah, let's eat together?"

"We just ate." As soon as Ziyun's words fell to the ground, Huanyan hurriedly retorted: "What do we call eating? At best, it's just fooling the stomach. It's just right, let Liang treat you for me, and we can eat together." After finishing speaking, she dragged Ziyun to walk in, Huanyan didn't want to eat anything, but just wanted to sit here like a puff, and let Liang feel a little embarrassed, and see how he would resolve it. Huan Yanwu chose the table next to the woman and sat down, biting the grief and humiliation in her heart and pretending to be happy, she greeted them to take a seat.

Ziyun saw the dishes coming up one after another, the radiant and charming aroma of the dishes on the table, said to Huanyan's unreasonable extravagant doubts: "Huanyan, what nerve is wrong with you? Even if you invite me, it's not worthwhile to have a hatred with Qian. they." Liang didn't talk much, he kept sipping tea by his lips, Huanyan picked up the geoduck and put it into Ziyun's receiver: "Food can't stop your mouth, why don't you hurry up and find a man to marry, give it to me A chance to kill you." Ziyun teased her with something in her mouth: "A woman, only when she is tired of enjoying the love of a man, will she be foolish enough to marry and be treated as someone else's scum. If she is unlucky, she will be kicked out of court. Am I as stupid as you?" The words were like cold water pouring on Huanyan's wound, because the woman sitting behind her still refused to retort with her sharp lips and teeth: "How many happy marriages are ruined by you goblins who think you are charming, you Don't be complacent, in the end, you still made MSG that embellishes other people's ordinary married life..." During that meal, Huanyan felt that she was like a tragic clown standing on a high platform and giving a speech. While stabbing others, her heart was frequently stabbed. Liang kept sipping his tea, and occasionally moved his chopsticks symbolically. Finally, he got up very gentlemanly: I'm going to the bathroom. Huanyan followed his back, and Ziyun poked her arm: Why do you feel that the more you live, the more regressed you are, and you have gone back to your college days. When they were in college, Huanyan and Liang used to be debaters between opposing factions. Love is like a seed, which germinates in the sharp probing, thrives, and blooms into a flower of happiness. Huanyan looked at Ziyun, her arrogance vanished, the text messages on her back were short and frequent, and the sound of the thumb buttons was also clear, and Huanyan could imagine what characters were running back and forth on the screen—a low-lying explanation of sharp crying . Not long after Liang sat back, there was a chair drag behind him, and the lingering fragrance moved in the air. He stood up happily, and shouted at the graceful back who was going away: "Hi, miss." The woman stopped with a calm face: "Is there something wrong?" "What brand of perfume do you use?" Woman Yanran: "A brand that young girls love to use, poison. Many women use it to save love. You can also use it appropriately." With a bright smile on his face: "I am his poison, so I don't need perfume. Thank you. I'm just curious." After finishing speaking, he turned around gracefully, and saw two faces in the seat, one was surprised and the other was pale and suffocated. Huan Yan smiled to herself: "I like the perfume she wears, it's sexy and charming, and it smells like deja vu." The people in the seat were suddenly at a loss for words. They were so clever that Ziyun was too old to think about getting married. Some things, once seen, can be seen through. On the street, Liang firmly grasped her hand: "Huanyan..." With a happy face and no face, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the tears are like rain. It's not impossible, Huanyan doesn't open her mouth to talk to Liang, it seems that when she opens her mouth, the hidden wound will jump out, forcing her in a dripping posture, leaving her heart with nowhere to hide. One night, Liang cautiously said, "Huanyan, do you still love me?" Sitting up happily, the words that hurt someone's heart and heart were throbbing in his chest: "Is there any difference between loving and not loving?" Knowing that he was in the wrong, he shouldn't have asked this question that hit Huanyan's sore spot, so Liang Shiqu shut up. Huanyan, who didn't want to cry for others to see, was almost drowned in tears, and the atmosphere froze into stone. Huanyan clasped her hands back and forth in the dark, feeling the pain, and said after a long time: "If you want to say something, just say it, I don't care." "The company will send me to Montreal for a year." Liang stared into her eyes. "Is that so..." The topic was unexpected, and Huanyan suddenly stopped talking, just waiting for him to say the word "separate". At the end, Liang said: "It hasn't been finalized yet, I want to ask for your opinion." Huanyan's face turned cold: "It's like you are with her, you don't need to ask for my opinion." When the two faced each other, it was the first time that Yu Huanyan touched that woman in words, and pain ran in his eyes. Liang looked at her quietly and remained silent for a long time. When Liang left, Huanyan didn't go to see off the plane, but silently leaned on the balcony and looked at the high and far sky. When the plane roared past, tears slowly fell, she took a wooden board and a small hammer from a corner of the balcony, and struck Ah knocked the walnuts, the walnuts Liang knocked were intact and clean, but the walnuts she knocked were fragmented. Before leaving, Liang said: "Huanyan, I am not qualified to ask you to forgive me, except to ask you to forget it for a while." Montreal, located in the southeast of Canada, has long winters and summers. Spring and autumn pass by in a flash, so short that it makes people doubt that this city has never had these two seasons. It is a kingdom of bicycles, with 400 kilometers of undulating bicycle lanes, in Montreal Riding a bicycle, my heart seems to have wings, flying in the clear wind... In the email, Liang described to Huanyan the full-bodied and lively Montreal, not to mention love or longing. In the spring of the next year, when the hibiscus flowers were blooming all over the street, Huanyan stood on the street in Montreal. Liang didn't know it. When he saw Huanyan looking at him leaning on his rented bicycle, he froze for a moment: "Huanyan, you Why are you here?" "I want to see the spring in Montreal. I know it's very short. Before it's gone, I want to see it." Huan Yan stared into Liang's eyes: "Can you guide me?" Laughing, flying across the streets of Montreal, like hearts with wings, passing between castle-like ancient buildings. After a long time, Ziyun asked Huanyan: He didn't even apologize, so you forgive him so cheaply? Huan Yan tilted her head and squinted at her: "There is a kind of apology that is more touching than saying it. He gave me time to forget but didn't make me cry for formal forgiveness, so he didn't apologize, but asked for forgiveness with an apology. Don't you think love is like a business negotiation?" Ziyun said: "I don't understand." "That's because—you haven't been to Montreal in the spring, everyone has a pure smile, they like to say Life is festival (life is happy)." No one can go back to the past. If you are forgetful and treat the present well, happiness will come easily. Because those painful loves cannot be easily forgotten. Giving up means covering one kind of pain with another kind of pain. Huanyan can't do it, so take back this love, even if it has a small flaw.