Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Angel's Hair

Summer is here again, I go to the model shop, and I have become friends with the young owner. "Can't find Gao Haiming yet? The note you wrote more than two years ago is still here." The boss said. It's been more than two years? "If you see him, please give him the note," I said. "This box of models was ordered for you to build." The boss handed me a model of a Tomcat fighter plane. "Designated?" I froze. "You have already helped her build two fighter planes, and she likes them very much, so I appointed you to build them. She is the girl who gives a fighter plane to her boyfriend every year as a birthday present."

"Are they still together?" The boss nods. "Okay, this one will be built for her for free," I said. I took the model home. Since Gao Haiming left, I took over his job and built models for others. I asked him when he would stop building models for others. He said that when love disappeared, I would not Let love go away. Leaving the model shop, I bought a book and read it at the coffee shop. In the coffee shop, I met Cheng Dien, who was alone. She saw me from a distance, walked up to me and sat down. "Have you met Xiaojue?" she asked me. "What's up?"

"We broke up, didn't he tell you?" she said sadly. I shook my head: "I haven't seen him for a long time." "He fell in love with a woman who is much worse than me and you." She said disdainfully. "How can I compare with you?" I laughed. She is embarrassed. "No man has ever dared to dump me," she said. "Sometimes, you just have to give up," I said. She was stunned, this sentence was what she told me that day. She was ashamed in front of me, and I was not happy about it. I no longer felt anything about Xiaojue. Yu Deren got married on December 23rd, and Mengmeng came back from Japan to attend his wedding.

For three years, she has become a popular singer, and went to Japan last year to develop.I am resurrected from the dead. It's just that she, who is wandering in the world, has gone through a lot of vicissitudes, and the red rope is still tied around her wrist. "I'm still very reluctant to wash my hands because I'm afraid it will wash away the dirt on my skin," she said. "I'm also reluctant to sweep the dust off my shoulders," I said. Yu Deren married his colleague, and the wedding was held in a Catholic church. Watching him happily lead his bride out of the church, I realized for the first time that he had grown up.In the arms of his new wife, he looked so stable and noble.A man is noble as long as a woman loves him.

Xiaojue came to watch the ceremony alone. He handed me a check for three hundred thousand dollars. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "It's the money you gave me to study, and I've always wanted to give it back to you in one go." "Take it back." I stuffed the check into his hand. "I owe you this." "You didn't owe me. You were right. When I offered you to study, it was just an investment. It was an investment of money and feelings. If the investment fails, it is impossible to get the money back, right? All investments have risks. You should know you have to bear the consequences."

"You are really different from before." He looked at me with a very respectful look. I looked at Xiaojue carefully, and I found that his face turned out to be very large, with a narrow forehead, small ears, narrow distance between the two eyebrows, protruding jawbones, and very little beard. He looked like a criminologist Cesare Criminal personality as identified by Lombroso's research.It turned out that it was not my father who looked like a criminal, but him. sky!Why did I fall in love with him before? "Are you okay?" He saw me staring at him. "It's okay, maybe I don't need to support others to study anymore. If a person needs too much money, he will look very embarrassed." I said.

"I never meant to hurt you—" "Forget it, you don't understand what real sadness is like." The real sadness is that I lost a man. After attending the wedding, I went to find Gao Haiming's mother, and she said that he hadn't sent any postcards back, but had called back. "I told him you miss him," his mother said. "He'll come back if he wants to see me," I said. "He is too willful, and he doesn't know how sad the people waiting for him are." His mother said. "I deserve it," I said. "A woman's youth is limited," she said.

"After he left, I realized that he was the person I loved the most. I used to think he was just a life buoy." "It's a good thing that you can finally fall in love with him." She looked at her husband in the easy chair and said. I walked up the first floor and entered Gao Haiming's house. Everything was the same as when he left. The wild weasel was covered with dust, and I couldn't bear to wipe it off. People who are wandering in the world age quickly, Gao Haiming, are you still there? On the night of December 24th of this year, I slept in a Christmas stocking, and Santa Claus did not deliver Gao Haiming.

On the evening of December 25th, I attended a party held by Fang Yuan at the Italian restaurant in Wanchai where Gao Haiming and I used to go. I called a guest angel hair, will the angel bring him back to me? "Are you still waiting for Gao Haiming?" I nod. "Are you sure he'll come back?" "I'll keep looking," I said. "You spend all your vacations looking for him." "So my vacation is very fulfilling." I said. "He knows you love him so much and he will come back." "How do you know?" "I saw him in a dream yesterday."

He winked. "nonsense!" How can it be easy to live a life of worrying?I just finally figured out that love grows with remembrance. The prize I got at the party turned out to be a box of model warplanes. I left the restaurant with my Christmas present, and when I came out, a man in a gray-blue coat stood far away, smiling at me. impossible. The man came and stood in front of me. impossible. He hasn't changed from three years ago, but his hair has grown a lot, like an angel's hair. He stood in front of me with a kerchief around his neck and I could almost hear him breathing.

"Huan'er—" White smoke spewed out of his mouth. He is a real person. I threw myself into his arms and he hugged me so tightly, I couldn't believe he was back. The Christmas stocking myth has come true. "I miss you so much—" I said. "me too--" "Why did you come back?" I was angry with him. "I still owe you something—" "What?" I wondered. He took a can of Mount Fuji Air out of his pocket. "The thirty-third can of air, have you forgotten? I still owe you a can of air." "On Christmas Eve three years ago, were you in room 606 of that hotel in Mount Fuji?" He didn't answer me. "Why are you avoiding me? You are cruel." "I thought I could not love you." "You can." I said. "I can not." "I thought you'd never come back." I brushed the dust off my shoulders with my hands, and I could finally sweep the dust away. "I thought so too." He looked at me affectionately. "I want to take back a sentence I said three years ago." "Which one?" he asked me. "I can't love you," I said. "I also want to take back what I said that day." "Which sentence?" "You don't love me at all," he said. "Who said I love you?" "Fang Yuan said." "It turns out that you have seen him. No wonder he just said that you would come back. But it is not a good thing for you to come back." "why?" "You're unemployed." "Unemployed?" He wondered. "I have already taken over your work of building models for others, and now someone has appointed me to build models." He laughed. "I'm poisoned, am I?" I asked him. He shook his head: "I am willing to drink." In his pocket, he took out the paper crane I left on Mount Fuji, and the note I left at the restaurant in Prague that eats angel hair. "Have you received them all?" "I thought you wouldn't come looking for me," he said. "I know you will not disappear. You said that all substances will not disappear in the world, but will only be transformed into another substance." He put his arms around me and kissed me hard. It was the hugs and kisses I missed for three years. "Are you still going?" I asked him. He was about to speak, but I stopped him. "Next time you're leaving, let me say goodbye first." I got into his coat and said: "The first to say goodbye always prevails."