Chapter 20 Chapter Twenty

I opened my eyes wide and looked at him, my mind short-circuited for an instant and went blank. I don't know what kind of state I came home in. Probably a paste state similar to a pasty mixture. Chen Shujun.Chen Shujun. He helped me push the cart, he helped me check out, he helped me carry the plastic bag, he drove me home, and he said goodbye to me downstairs. What he said later, I couldn't hear clearly and didn't want to hear it anymore. There seems to be the sound of the tide rolling up and roaring in my ears, the place where the blue sky meets, the end of the sea and the world, my fleeting and fragmented memories, the time that I can never grasp, the wind chimes swaying under the eaves, The fallen leaves are stacked between the window lattices, there is a distant call in the wind, the past is taken away by time, and I am forgotten by time, I am in the capital city at the opposite corner of the map, I meet an old man, I know the old man, I don’t old friend.

Chen Shujun, in the distant past, in the place where the tide swayed seven years ago, in the season when the flowers bloomed and the sea washed the sky, in those afternoons when the branches and leaves were mottled and the sun was soft, in those quiet and beautiful years, did we ever Have a past? But for so many years, only I have been stupid, only I have forgotten, only I am scattered in a foreign country, only I am wandering like a dog. Even if there was a story back then, the story has already changed its original appearance. , but also meet together. When we meet again, things are different.

Depth of field aside, maybe it’s because of unfamiliarity, or he went abroad early, but Chen Shujun, he has been staying in the south, he recognized me from the news at a glance, he found me with great difficulty, he gave me favors, he said The same words as before, that kind of rascal but not annoying accent, that slow and sharp voice, he has not changed, only I have changed, or they have all changed, only I have not changed. I think he just did it unintentionally, because he continued to chat about other things like a normal person, he didn't know how big a wave was in my heart, he didn't express anything, not even "Lolo, we actually knew each other before" Say.

Regardless of whether he knows it well or not, I think I am no longer the person in the story to him now. I don’t know what kind of story it is, and he will not take the initiative to tell me. None of it makes sense. I don't have a past.A new life.Strange old friend.new friends. There is no story about me, just a small part of their lives. Their lives are still moving forward vigorously. One more me is not much, and one less than me is a lot. People who are obsessed with the past are fools. I think Chen Shujun is wise. He knew it in his heart, and he would not say it, it was just the past of the old rotten millet, and it was useless to say it except to increase troubles.

I am not dissatisfied with my new life.Not to mention him. Now I am a third-rate little painter, and he came to make me popular, probably out of pity or old love. The place where the sea and the sky meet, I want to know the story of my eighteen years, but I don’t want to know, I will not ask Chen Shujun stupidly, we have been separated for seven years, he has a new life, and I have a new life. A new life, meeting by chance, but nodding acquaintances. Now we are just a "cooperative relationship", and I think this relationship will always be maintained. I was cooking, cooking, and fruit soup in the kitchen. Zhu Huan came to Cengfan, and he took a spoon to dig yellow peaches. He said, "Sister, your cooking skills are getting better and better."

I was complacent: "You kid will praise me too." Zhu Huan came to pick up the vegetables in my pot again, and he smacked his tongue when the sizzling oil was so hot, he said: "Sister, whoever marries you in the future will be really lucky, ah, I'm envious. " I knocked on his forehead with a spatula: "What are you talking about?" I made another portion of the stir-fried vegetables, put them on a plate and put them aside. When Jing Shen came back at night, he could eat them as soon as they were hot. It was quite convenient. Recently, for Jin Liangyi’s case, he went through formalities and connections every day. I didn't come back until late at night after dinner.

Zhu Huan said in surprise: "Hey, who are you cooking for, old lady?" "A beast." I said angrily.