Chapter 39 Chapter 10 - The direction of thoughts is not towards the sky

After seeing Bo Sen off, I took a car from Taoyuan and returned to Tainan alone. It doesn't matter to me whether the junior with the hairstyle like Takuya Kimura is there or not. I just feel empty. I seem to be floating in this room, unable to touch the ground. When I tried to stabilize my body and didn't want to continue swimming in the air, the doorbell suddenly rang, and Ming Jing came. "Have you eaten yet?" Ming Jing asked me. "Not yet." I shook my head. "You sit and watch TV first, and I'll serve you a bowl of noodles." "Auntie, I..."

"Don't talk, let's talk after we're full, okay?" Mingjing smiled. Mingjing quickly turned on the faucet in the kitchen, washed the pot, and filled it to six full. Turn on the switch of the induction cooker, boil the water, the water boils, and the next noodles. Take out the bowls and chopsticks, wash the dishes, both inside and outside the bowl. To wash the chopsticks, rub the two chopsticks back and forth with both hands, making a crisp sound. Shake the water off your hands, take out a dry cloth, wipe the dishes first, and then dry your hands. When the noodles were cooked, Ming Jing picked up a noodle and tried it, as if her hands were burning, she let out a soft cry.

Place your right index finger near your mouth and blow, then grasp the right earlobe with your right index finger and thumb. Catching my sight, Mingjing smiled and stuck out her tongue. Mingjing took out a newspaper from under the TV, folded it in half three times, and placed it on the table. He ran back to the kitchen, picked up the noodles from the pot, and put them in a bowl. Use a spoon to scoop out the soup from the pot, one spoonful...two spoonfuls...three spoonfuls...four spoonfuls, and pour evenly into the bowl. Put the chopsticks flat on the bowl, take out a rag to cover the round belly of the bowl, and hold the bowl with both hands.

"Be careful, it's hot." Mingjing carefully placed the bowl of noodles on the newspaper. "Ah, I forgot the spoon." Then I ran back to the kitchen, picked out a spoon, washed it, and dried it. Mingjing put the spoon into the bowl and smiled, "Eat it while it's hot." "And you?" "I'm not hungry, I'll eat later." Mingjing rolled up her sleeves and wiped the sweat off her forehead with a tissue. "I'm clumsy." Ming Jing smiled embarrassedly. Mingjing, you are not clumsy. I have known you for six and a half years, and you are the most beautiful now.

Mingjing sat beside me, watching me eat noodles. I will always remember the taste of that bowl of noodles, but I can't find any words to describe the taste. When I was eating noodles, I thought in my heart that I will read more books and put more thought into it in the future. If I have the opportunity, I must express the taste of that bowl of noodles in words. "Is it delicious?" Ming Jing asked me. "It's delicious." I nodded. Ming Jing laughed again. "Guoer, what did you want to say just now?" Ming Jing asked me after I finished eating the noodles.

"I..." If I had known, I would have eaten more slowly. "Li Bosen is gone, you must be very lonely." Ming Jing sighed. "aunt……" "After a while, don't worry. Auntie won't leave, Auntie will always be with you." "Auntie, I only have you as a host plant left." "Fool." Ming Jing said with a smile? "Don't keep calling yourself a mistletoe. " Mingjing looked around, suddenly feeling very emotional: "It was so much fun when we were six together. Now, it's just the two of us." "How do you..."

"It's nothing. I just feel that time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, I have been in Tainan for nine years." "Ok." "The brightest days of our lives are here." "Ok." Mingjing turned her head to look at me, and whispered: "Thirty-six are equally divided left and right, and the golden crow and jade rabbit are each west and east. The fragrant grass has withered early, how can lovers meet unintentionally. " I turned my head to look at Mingjing sitting on my left, the warmest sun in my life. When I took the car with Mingjing to Qingjing Farm, Mingjing was also sitting on my left.

I seem to be riding a car again, but this time the destination is from the past. "My father passed away early, and there are only my mother and a younger sister in the family. I went to a girls' school in middle school, and I only started to meet boys after I went to college." Mingjing smiled: "So I'm always a little uneasy and unfamiliar with boys." Mingjing took out a tissue and handed it to me, asking me to wipe the corners of my mouth. "I like literature very much, so I chose to study Chinese. When I was in high school, I wrote this poem. At that time, I thought, if someone guesses it later, it will probably be my destined other half."

Ming Jing stuck out her tongue again: "This should be the aftereffect of reading too many martial arts novels." "It's dangerous for you to think that, because the poem is not difficult to guess." "Hmm. Luckily you were the first one to guess." "Fortunately...?" "After a while, fate is a very wonderful thing. After I met you, I felt that I should take care of you and care about you. After a long time, it became a very natural thing." Ming Jing brushed her hair, revealing the frown on the right side, I closed my eyes, unable to bear to look.

"Sun Ying and Senior Sister Xiuzhi often say that you have a good heart, but unfortunately your personality is a little softer, and you don't look like Yang Guo who dares to love and hate. But, what does that matter? I am not like Xiaolong who is elegant and refined. girl. "Auntie, you are beautiful." "Thank you. Maybe Yang Guo and Xiaolongnv should be like us at the end of the 20th century." Mingjing laughed, her eyes were very beautiful.My right shoulder, completely numb. "Let me clean it up." Ming Jing picked up the bowl, took two steps, and asked:

"Well, what about you? How do you feel about me?" "Auntie, you have always been the richest soil in my heart. Because of your nutrients, I can continue to blossom and bear fruit. I never dared to imagine what it would be like without you when I was growing up ." "and then?" "Whenever I encounter a setback, you always give me the courage and strength to face it again." "Hmm. So what?" "So I'm used to your presence and like your presence." "Come on, do you like me then?" I recalled the struggle when I first asked Mingjing to watch a movie. At that time, I felt that kind of difficulty, like jumping from the fifth floor. The current difficulty may be like jumping from an airplane without a parachute. "You have to make up your mind." Brother Ziyao said. "Don't eat the pears and hold on to the apples." Senior sister Xiuzhi said. "Love is a flower that grows on the edge of a cliff, and you must have courage if you want to pick it." Berson also said so through Shakespeare's words. Mingjing was still holding the dishes to be washed, standing on the ground, watching me with a smile. I close my eyes and grit my teeth: "Auntie. I like it. But I don't like it." I jumped out of the plane. But I didn't hear the whistling wind, what I heard was the crackling sound of the porcelain bowl. I slowly opened my eyes. Mingjing picked up the broom, cleaned the ground, put the debris in the dustpan, and dumped it into the trash can. Repeat these actions one more time. I found a rag, wet it, squatted on the ground, and wiped it back and forth five times. All movements stopped, and he spoke: "Now, please state the meaning of this sentence completely and clearly. Will you?" "Auntie, I have always liked you very much. I can't describe the kind of love." I grabbed my throbbing right shoulder, took a breath, and continued, "But if I'm talking about love, I'm in love with another girl." After I finished speaking, Mingjing put down the rag, put her left hand on the ground, and slowly stood up. Mingjing turned around and looked at me, with tears streaming down her face, but there was no cry. This was the first time I saw Mingjing crying silently, and it was also the last time. "Golden Crow and Jade Rabbit go their own way... Later, you once said that you are the moon and I am the sun. It seems that the sun and the moon will never meet." "How can lovers meet without heart... If lovers have no heart, how can they meet again?" "How could the fragrant grass wither away so early... After a while, you really... seem to be a mistletoe. If I were your host plant, the me now...is completely withered." Mingjing's right hand tightly grasped the clothes on her chest, she lowered her head: "How could I... write a poem like this?" "Aunt..." I really wanted to say something, but the severe pain in my right shoulder prevented me from saying it. "Poor Guoer..." Mingjing walked up to me and touched my right shoulder: "You've always been a lonely person." "You are very kind-hearted, and you always don't want to hurt others, but in the end you suffer yourself." "Although I know that you often think wildly, I can't figure out what you think in your heart, and I can't figure it out. I can only try to piece together your ideas like a puzzle.However, there was always one piece missing. " "You are always afraid of being regarded as a strange person, but you are not strange, but your mind is a little sensitive. After a while, you have to remember in the future, God will make you like this, there must be His reasons. Don't hide yourself , and don't run away from yourself, let alone be afraid of yourself." "You also have to remember that you are a smart person. But smartness is a double-edged sword. Although it can make things easier for you, it will bring you a lot of unnecessary disasters." "Finally, and most importantly, you must remember that in the future, you must... must..." Mingjing finally couldn't bear it anymore, and cried out: "Be sure to be happy." In order to suppress her crying, Ming Jing sobbed violently. "Goodbye, later." Before closing the door, Mingjing seemed to say this, but she didn't seem to say it, I'm not sure anymore. Mingjing left. The last and most important host plant in my life has finally left me. Mingjing once told me that in Norse mythology, Bird, the god of peace, was shot to death by an arrow made of mistletoe. When Mingjing said that I looked like Mistle, her right hand was still clutching the clothes on her chest. I thought, I was probably the mistletoe arrow that shot into Byrd's chest. Two days later, I received something from Mingjing, which was her 30,000-word novel, "Missing". After reading it halfway, I knew that it was a novel that Mingjing wrote and completed because of me. "I would like to dedicate this article to my past." Ming Jing wrote this at the end of the novel. I don't have any special feelings, after all, the person who has been hacked eighteen times, I don't care about getting another slap. Ming Jing said that the winding mountain road and stairs in Cingjing Farm resembled the shape of missing. But Mingjing, I can't go back to that staircase anymore. Even if I can go back, I can never climb again. Because the direction of my thoughts is not towards the sky, but towards the sky.