Chapter 2 2

He walked to the bookshelf, took out two bowls of instant noodles, walked back to his seat, and handed me a bowl. "Eat instant noodles?" I frowned. "Did you know?" he said, "Eating instant noodles is the happiest thing during a typhoon." "why?" "Because eating instant noodles on sunny days is the happiest, eating instant noodles on cloudy days is the most romantic, and eating instant noodles on rainy days is the most interesting." "Anyway, you just want to treat me to instant noodles." "That's right." He smiled.

We each carried our faces to the water dispenser at the top of the stairs to flush hot water, and then walked back to his research room. During the three minutes of waiting for the familiarity, we chatted briefly, and the topic was today's typhoon. "Let's have some background music." He said after lifting the lid of the bowl. He stood up and opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the roar of the violent wind and rain poured in instantly. "It's a nice atmosphere." He smiled and picked up his chopsticks. "It's been a long time since we ate together. Do you miss my way of eating?"

I didn't bother to pay attention to him, I lowered my head and lifted the bowl cover, and picked up the chopsticks. "What good movies have you seen recently?" I asked. "I watched "After School Health Room" this morning, it's good." "Hey." "It's an infantry movie." "Really?" I immediately turned serious, "Hey, let's talk about something that suits your identity." "We can only talk about this kind of topic with you." He said, "When you meet Zhou Gong, you talk about rituals and music, and when you meet King Zhou, you talk about wine and sex."

I didn't want to answer his words, picked up the bowl with both hands, and drank the rest of the soup. "Come out and blow some air." Lai Deren walked to the balcony outside the French window and leaned against the railing. "That's a typhoon." Although I said so, I got up and walked to the balcony to lean against the railing. The wind and rain continued, but it was completely dark. The balcony was a bit wet, but it was much drier than the balcony outside my bedroom. I stood side by side with him, my face was occasionally swept by the wind and rain, it was cool and comfortable.

"How are you?" he asked suddenly. "You asked me when I changed the program." "But you didn't answer." "Didn't I answer?" "Yeah." He turned to look at me, "How are you?" "Is this an important question?" I said. "Need to ask it three times?" "Are you going to answer or not?" "How close is nearest?" "Within three and a half months." "Three and a half months are 'not close'." "Okay," he said, "then I'll ask: how have you been these three and a half months?"

"There are more than 100 days in three and a half months, which is too long to be summed up in one word." "Anyway, you're right if you don't want to answer." "That's right." I smiled. We fell silent at the same time, only hearing the whistling wind. "Show you something." He was the first to break the silence. "The Classroom After School?" "It's the health room, not the classroom." "Is there a difference?" "Of course there are. There are beds in the health room, but not in the classroom."

"Oh," I said, "but I like to watch this kind of stuff by myself." "I didn't want you to watch this!" He turned and walked into the research room. I was curious and turned to look at him. I saw him drag out a cardboard box from the corner of the bookshelf, and then took out a ball of red from the cardboard box. "Do you still remember this thing?" He walked back to the balcony and handed the ball of red in his arms to me. This is a hydrangea made of thick red paper, which is bigger than a basketball. The sound of wind and rain in my ears seemed to stop suddenly.

It is not a ball surrounded by thick paper, it does not have the surface of a ball. It is cut and inlaid with paper sheets to form the appearance of a modern steel structure building. If you use a little imagination, you will think that these thick papers form a ball. "Hi!" Lai Deren yelled. I just looked up at him, without answering, I reached out and took the red hydrangea. There are a few small metal bells knotted inside the hydrangea, which have long been corroded. But when I shake the hydrangea gently, the hydrangea still makes a crisp sound, even the sound of wind and rain can't cover up this crispness.

I turned the angle of the hydrangea, and sure enough the little red card tied to the hydrangea was still there. The card reads: Beauty No. 6 Weng Huiting. Of course I remember, and in fact I never forgot.