Chapter 24 old love

Moyan began to think, after a while, it's time to find a reason to ask to be transferred back to the north, Zhuang Jiadong should be the best one I have met in these years, otherwise, how could I be willing to wear a wedding dress for him? When Moyan was 28 years old, more and more people paid attention to the major events in her life. Apart from her parents and a few friends who cared from the bottom of her heart, other inquiries, openly or secretly, brought some speculations. That kind of smell makes Moyan feel like a can of delicious food, which has been placed on the cabinet for a long time, but no one cares about it. It is easy to be suspected of either the internal quality or the suspicion that it has expired.

Mo Yan doesn't like this feeling. In fact, Moyan is not a believer in singleness, but a person who is willing to marry and has never met. After a long time, love with Moyan is like a fish left on the shoal. increasingly manifested. So, Moyan decided to join the army of blind dates, peeling off those speculative gazes from all directions like a cicada shedding its gray shell. It is not easy to find the favorite diamond king in the vast crowd. The material age has polished the eyes of women, and the vanity of men's nature, and likes to fiddle with their wealth in their hands. In the eyes of the world, naturally, their love is hot.Most of the rest taste like tasteless, if such a man can catch the eye, marrying himself, it won't be delayed until today.

Fortunately, when the fruitless blind date was about to cause Moyan to feel the desolation of Qianfan, Zhuang Jiadong appeared. With a height of 183 cm and an age of 33, he can be regarded as handsome, and his speech shows kindness and profoundness. According to the introducer, he has a doctorate in microbiology, because he was bored in the laboratory for many years and lost his life. When dating, there is always a distance of half a palm width between them, and it seems that there is no opportunity to hold hands with each other. A year later, I went to the civil affairs department to get a marriage certificate. When I crossed the road, I saw the hustle and bustle of the street. Suddenly, Moyan felt a lot of sadness in her heart. I have designed many kinds at that time, but this one deviates too much from the original intention.

Thinking silently, he didn't see that the green light on the opposite side was already on, he just felt his hand being squeezed by a warm palm, and then, Zhuang Jiadong's male voice rang in his ear: We can drive now. Confused, he was led across the road, and that hand never let go, until he reached the gate of the civil affairs department, and then he stood in the sunlight and looked at her carefully. Needless to say, waves in his eyes rippled, Make his inner happiness gradually reveal itself. It was a feeling that made Moyan very unfair. The upcoming marriage made him feel happy, but she didn't.

It's just that she couldn't find a reason to retreat. Until a long time later, Moyan recalled her marriage, and it was very similar to that morning near noon. She was at a loss at the crossroads and blurred her advances and retreats, but he took the initiative to lead her to another position in her life. Perhaps it was because she had never placed too high expectations on this marriage in the first place, and there was nothing to lose, but most of the time, Moyan felt that she was like a flower blooming in a deep valley, with a sparkle in the air, a fragrance of flowers in the air, and no one appreciates it. No one praises, even if the beauty is unprecedentedly grand, so what?

Zhuang Jiadong couldn't complain. Before, he knew that he was a bit of a gentleman, and he was a little too gentlemanly. He was completely comparable to the British gentlemen of the last century.Their marriage relationship, at best, is a respectful relationship, but at worst, it is a cooperation between two companies with similar backgrounds. When there is no other better choice, they decide to marry in the name of love. Together. For the two of them, this marriage is like a ceremony to bid farewell to their past life. As for love, it doesn't matter. At least, Moyan couldn't see what it looked like.

Fortunately, Moyan is glad that she lives in a modern society, men and women have the same opportunity to enter the society, when love makes a woman's heart feel stagnant, she can also use her career to put her thoughts on it. The company has a plan to expand its business to the south. When seeing Shanghai, the first southern city listed in the scope of expansion, Mo Yan's heart skipped a beat for a moment. There is also some distance in the heart. Every time I saw the word Shanghai in the media, a name would pop up in Moyan's mind: Luo Jingsheng. People with this name once loved Moyan, and they loved it so much that their hearts and galls were broken. Those fragments are far away, and they are blurred and fragmented in memory.

Moyan on the university campus is like a verdant flower. During those years, the mind was pure. The love at that time was in the heart at that time. Yu Moyan felt remorseful. The word Shanghai will always remind Moyan of a period of youth, in that city, sealed in the heart by someone in the form of reminiscence. Of course it was Luo Jingsheng, from freshman year to graduation, how could he not be moved?Even, ostentatiously leading the boy past him, the pain in Luo Jingsheng's eyes at that time, after many years, is still clearly in Moyan's memory. Occasionally, in the loneliness of being alone, Moyan would go to the school cafe with him, and most of the time it was he who spoke, in broken Mandarin, and always called Moyan Moyin.

Facing him, Moyan has no desire to speak, perhaps, this is the case between a man and a woman, only when he thinks of falling in love, will he open his tail like a peacock, and can't wait to show all his charms to the other party. All youths are so afraid of loneliness, and the process of killing loneliness often brings negative effects. There is always someone's love that is misled by loneliness. Mo Yan Yu Luo Jingsheng, it should be like this, now thinking about it, Luo Jingsheng in those days, he loved so much and lived hard, a lot of roses, school radio station songs, snatching dirty lunch boxes after meals, crossing the wide playground every morning, Standing downstairs in the dormitory, with his head up, he waited and waited until Mo Yan's shadow appeared at the entrance of the corridor, and a smile spread across his youthful and unadorned face.

In the poor student days, Luo Jingsheng staged all the romances that could be staged, and Moyan's heart was always as firm as a rock. Until graduation, Luo Jingsheng stared persistently at Moyan's hand busy packing the suitcase, pondered for a long time and asked: "Mo Yin, tell me why?"No matter how cruel the answer is, I can accept it. Mo Yan was stopped by the question, the same question was asked by the girl in the same dormitory, but she couldn't answer it. Until now, if someone asks, Moyan still can't answer. If there is an answer, Moyan will say: Listening to his poor Mandarin, I always want to laugh.

No girl will fall in love with a man who makes her laugh. Women naturally yearn for a love that can be looked up to. On the train leaving Shanghai, it was far away, and Moyan always felt a long gaze on her back. When the train started, Luo Jingsheng, who was standing on the platform, was like a wooden stake in the window of the carriage. Ge Yige flashed backwards. After returning to the north, working, falling in love, and falling out of love N times, Moyan thought of Luo Jingsheng's kindness, and felt a little pain in her heart. Many times, those who wanted to call him picked up the phone, but they never had the courage to finish dialing the string of numbers. What did they say after they got through?Moyan has never been a woman who would take the initiative to show her kindness to others. As a result, there was no news from the two sides, and they kept going. I thought that that person, that part of the past, has been dusted by the years as an eternal past tense, but life is always the same. Overlooking the streets of the old days, the eyes are full of emotions that things are still and people don't know. After signing up in the company to go to the Shanghai branch, at night, Mo Yan said lightly to Zhuang Jiadong: I might go to Shanghai to work for a while. Zhuang Jiadong looked at her for a moment and asked: Is it necessary? The personnel are all booked. Zhuang Jiadong didn't say anything else, and changed the TV channel without making a sound. Mo Yan was dazzled by the rapid switching of images, dazed for a while, got up to take a bath, changed into silk pajamas with suspenders, leaned at the door of the bedroom, looked at him and smiled. After all, the thought of going to Shanghai was somewhat unpredictable, and there was still some guilt. Moyan remembered the tenderness with Zhuang Jiadong a few days before leaving, like a farewell performance that only one person understood. For the one in the dark, there's a tinge of cruelty. I wanted to call Luo Jingsheng as soon as I arrived in Shanghai, but I endured it for a long time, but I never finished dialing that number. After eight years of spring and autumn, who can guarantee that my shadow will still be entrenched in his heart as beautifully as before? After dealing with official business, most of the time, Mo Yan walked on the street, near Luo Jingsheng's house, the old city, even after eight years, except for the change of some signs of the shops on the street, it still maintained the original layout. It would be best if we could meet by chance.The deliberate embarrassment of taking the initiative to call to find it was covered up. Has been unsuccessful. Later, I still called the other students who stayed in Shanghai. The classmate proposed to have a party with the students who stayed in Shanghai. Naturally, Luo Jingsheng was mentioned. When hearing these three words, Moyan's heart trembled slightly. After a while, luckily it wasn't in person. Soon the phone rang again, and Moyan thought it was another classmate discussing the reunion, and when she picked it up, she heard a voice saying: Mo Yin.My heart froze, and I couldn't speak for a long time, and I couldn't find a word for a long time. Mo Yin, why didn't you call me when you arrived in Shanghai? The voice is still warm, and the scenes of the past are forced to come, as vivid and vivid as yesterday. Mumbling, Moyan said: Luo Jingsheng... Tears were falling slowly, dripping patter on the bare feet. Outside the window, the moonlight hanging above the Shanghai beach was melancholy and vivid, but dreamlike and unreal. Until Luo Jingsheng said: Mo Yin, how about going out for coffee? Slowly, Mo Yan said yes, and then Luo Jingsheng said that he would meet him downstairs in the apartment later. The moment after pulling the cord, Mo Yan's heart suddenly became alive, like a child about to get the promised candy. Jumped up, opened the closet to change clothes, one after another was not satisfactory, and was thrown on the bed, none of them could bring out the beauty imagined, after several selections, he wore an improved Chinese evening gown, the color was sapphire blue, just right The white and delicate shoulders and cheeks were completely exposed, and when she walked lightly, her beautiful legs with smooth lines flashed, which was very shocking at a glance. Just as she finished her makeup, there was the sound of a car honking under the window. Moyan restrained her beating heart, opened the window to look down, under the quiet moonlight, Luo Jingsheng looked up just like before, looking up with eyes full of smiles. Suddenly, Moyan felt dizzy as if hit by a bullet. Regardless of packing up the clothes on the bed, he whirled all the way downstairs. Downstairs, I watched quietly for a long time, just laughed and said nothing, everyone wanted to give each other a hug, but, after eight years, some faint strangeness and reservedness separated their desire to open their arms. At the end, Luo Jingsheng opened the car door, made a gentle gesture of invitation, and Moyan sat on it. When the car started, Moyan kept looking at the street lights that were slowly flashing back. to the exit. Luo Jingsheng looked ahead, with the corners of his eyes slanting from time to time, and when he turned on the car stereo, a tear streak rolled across Moyan's cheek. It's Carpenter's "The Past Again", like scattered sand, slowly swirling in the closed car. One hand tentatively climbed up the back of the hand, Mo Yan tried hard to get out of the car, raised her finger, and quietly wiped away the tears. The process of life will never be repeated, so recalling the beautiful past has become the cruelest process. Sitting opposite each other at the quiet bar on the side of the street, both of them had sparkling rings on their left ring fingers, there was no need to ask about some things. One night, Luo Jingsheng was still talking, Moyan was smiling, and the slight smile was kept on his lips, but the temperature in his heart, like a mercury column measuring low temperature, was getting lower little by little. The once young Luo Jingsheng has been matured by the world. From the car he drives and some small details, it can be seen that he is in good condition, not just well-off. Seeing him talking eloquently, Mo Yan couldn't hide the absent-mindedness in her heart. Those thoughts, the agitation that rolled through her heart countless times, from the moment Luo Jingsheng began to speak, was being gradually annihilated by his voice, and Zhang Yuan's mind was stretched in her imagination. The opened heart is also closed at the same time. Those thoughts of wanting to start all over again gradually made Mo Yan feel ridiculous. Years can change people's views on certain things, but they cannot change a woman's perception of love. The beauty of some things can only stay in the imagination. To love or not to love is a foregone conclusion from the moment you look at the past, and it has nothing to do with the changes of time and circumstances. The coffee was refilled several times, Luo Jingsheng said: Mo Yin, let me hear about your life. Moyan pinched her finger and smiled, thought for a long time and said: Eight years have passed, Shanghai has changed a lot, but I can't change the way it remains in my memory. Then, he smiled brightly in anticipation, and Mo Yan smiled lonely. Bright anticipation and loneliness are the difference between the old love in reality and the old love in illusion, and the latter cannot stand the grinding of reality. Sending Moyan back, standing downstairs in the apartment, Moyan suddenly didn't want Luo Jingsheng to be sent to the door, because he didn't want to make some rejections more difficult to say. Walk slowly, slowly search for the sentence that sounds most appropriate in your mind, stop slowly, lower your head and say: It's getting late, you should go back. Luo Jingsheng called Mo Yin in a low voice, and reached out his hand.Startled, Moyan pulled her hands away, and said hastily: The lighting on the stairs is very good, I can do it myself. Running towards the stairs as if fleeing, the sound of silence behind him was already mixed with a sense of sadness. The reason for refusing Luo Jingsheng to send him upstairs is actually very simple. I don’t want him to see me changing clothes all over the bed before seeing him, and the moment I moved in the memory center. Since I can’t love, I still don’t want to be with him. He knows, the best. That night, Mo Yan called Zhuang Jiadong with a gentle voice: "This weekend, can you come over?"My classmates here in Shanghai suggested a family reunion. After picking up the line, Moyan began to think, after a while, it's time to find a reason to ask to be transferred back to the north, Zhuang Jiadong should be the best one I have met in these years, otherwise, how could I be willing to wear a wedding dress for him?