Chapter 8 Section VIII

In the evening, I fell asleep for a long time, and couldn't sleep at night. I considered whether to make a phone call with Wu Meimei, but I felt that the matter was not clear on the phone, so I finally decided to go back and explain it in person.After thinking about it, maybe I was really too self-righteous and didn't think from the standpoint of Lawyer Fang and the firm at all, so I made such a low-level mistake.I don't know if Lawyer Fang will take back his order after he gets angry. I just know that I can't lose this job because it is really important to me.Anan is asleep, and I can hear his faint coughing. To be honest, he has aged rapidly in the past two years. I am not sure if it is an emotional matter. Since it is not convenient for him to confide in me, I think It is better for me to keep silent.

I walked to the bed and opened the curtains, wanting to have a look at the southern night sky.Through the glass window, I vaguely saw a person standing on the road in the community.The lights are dim, so I'm not sure.But he seemed to have been standing there for a long time, and when I appeared by the window, he waved to me. I pushed open the window. My eyesight is pretty good, I think I'm right, but that British suit, the guy who's been with me for almost a day, almost made me scream. I poked my head down a little, and he continued to wave at me. I'm on top, he's on the bottom, I can't see his face clearly, but I know he must be calling me.At this moment, the street lights on both sides seemed to be much brighter, like a shining river of time tempting me to swim.The person downstairs took two steps forward, and my body shape and movement made my heart feel ready to come out. I couldn't control myself, jumped up from the window sill, tiptoed out of the house, and rushed downstairs all the way.I ran so fast that I almost fell several times.As soon as I ran downstairs, a person jumped out of the corridor and hugged me.

It's him. After such a long time, the breath that made me nostalgic and collapsed still maintains the domineering and gentleness of yesterday, melting on my face like a piece of truffle chocolate covered with cocoa powder, as if he has never been far away, he has always been by my side , we are best friends and lovers.Destined in the past life, predestined in this life, and will continue to be entangled in the next life. He has been holding me, very hard, but refused to say a word.I was trembling at first, but now I couldn't do it at all, my body was surprisingly stiff, and I heard the sound of my own bones cracking in his embrace.Is it me who is hugging him hard?I think this is a hug that I have never expected, that I will never forget, like a big hand packing memories, suddenly tearing off the ribbon, the past is scattered all over the place, and we are too busy to take care of ourselves.

Is this the real reason why I ran back desperately? After an unknown period of time, he let me go gently, and I stared at the ground. Our shadows were long and thin, like two trees drawn on the ground.I regained my ability to think a little bit, and remembered why he was here?Or is he the one who's been following me since the airport?Oh no, it must be him. But why didn't he actually show up until now? "Actually, I saw you at the airport." He said with a smile, "You still look the same, carrying a small bag, wearing earphones, with a dark face, like the whole world owes you money. I have been Hesitant to talk to you. My mother X thought about it all day and said to myself, if I come to your house and meet you again, I will not hesitate."

hesitate? Is there such a word in his dictionary? !Or is it because of some time-related or other-related reasons that I don't understand, that made him learn to hesitate?When I thought of this, my tears were about to come down. I pushed him away with all my strength, and rushed out of the community in a stumbling manner. I ran very fast, and he finally caught up with me. Malu, he pulled me from behind.The two of us stood in the middle of the road and looked at each other, and the car honked its horn dissatisfiedly and sped past us. "Come with me," he said, "Ma Xiaoyang."

"Why?" I just asked this question, he had already stopped a taxi that happened to pass by, picked me up by the waist, and forced me into the taxi. I don't have the ability to defend myself. It seems that the faster I react on other things, the slower I will become when it comes to him.What is that disease called?That's right, jet lag. Although he looks so gentle that I can't recognize him, and he even wears a suit to look scary, but I have to admit that in his bones, he is still the same him.What he has decided, you are not allowed to have any resistance. Now that I know that resistance is meaningless, I simply calm down and let him press my head to his chest, listen to his heartbeat, and let him take me to where he wants to go. Places to go.

At this moment, if he is a river, I am a boat with oars missing. No. 27, Lane 13, this is his home. The dark yellow light bulb is still hanging down at the gate, the moldy wooden pillars still have the same smell, the main room is still big and empty, the ground is cleaned very clean, and water has been poured on it, making it look bright and dignified. The always messy home has been tidied up. So tidy, as if to welcome distinguished guests.But it must not be me. When I think about these things, it starts to hurt again. He dragged a chair and I sat down.Then, he filled a pot of water with the kettle and started to boil the water.There are several kinds of tea on the table in the main room, Tieguanyin, Oolong, and Biluochun.I don't know when he started to like drinking tea. Of course, there are many things I don't know, of course.

"What would you like to drink?" He bent over me like a professional waiter. "Thank you." I said, "No." "Then have some wine." He opened the closet door, took out a bottle of red wine from inside, uncorked the bottle, took a big sip by himself, and then forced it into my hand: "Drink!" "No." I said. He took another gulp of himself, then dropped the bottle, put his arms around my head, leaned down, and kissed me.The red wine flowed into my mouth, but why did I feel that I was already unconscious? "I'm sorry." His lips moved to my ear and said to me, "I've always wanted to say I'm sorry."

I should have slapped him in the face, but in this gentle apology, I gave up resisting, and my grievance quickly collapsed and turned into ashes not worth mentioning. I'm still the useless me I was back then, and four years haven't made me any prouder in front of him.It's just that such a reunion is more like a legend to me.Of all the reunion scenarios, this was the most dramatic one ever. His palm caressed my neck, pulled out the amulet hanging around my neck, and asked me with a little surprise, "It's always been here?" If he knows that I almost lost my life last night and lost my job today because of it, how would he feel?

"Come." He pulled me to sit on the steps together, right there, he once kicked my chest, I left a small piece of my heart there since then, that empty gap made me love and hate but It is also necessary for existence, and I have never thought about restoring it. "Tell me about your present." He handed me the bottle. "You speak first." "I'm okay." He said, "I've been in Shenzhen for the past few years and opened a teahouse, and the business is good." "I'm studying." I said, "Beijing." He laughed: "Actually, I go to Beijing dozens of times a year."

I originally wanted to ask: "Going alone?" When I asked, it turned into: "Do you often go home?" "I haven't been back, this is the first time. When I saw you at the airport, I thought there was something wrong with my eyes." "Actually, I rarely come back." I said. "That's fate." He hugged me and forced me to look at him again.There is a kind of gentleness in his eyes that makes me strange to the extreme, as if all the unruliness have been boiled away.This gentleness is far from the last time he was vicious and brutal in my memory.Is it the years, or who, that changed him? I suddenly wanted to know the answer. "I thought I'd never come back," he said. "I almost forgot about this place." "Including me?" I said.