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Just now, I talked about the difference and contact between politics and talks, and then said seriously. Suddenly I feel that I am a relatively traditional person. Of course, I feel very good now, I like it very much. I just want to understand why many people are not serious, especially in love. Then I asked the brother, he said this is a fast food, everyone likes to eat fast food. Then, inexplicable, I have a little headache, my heart is very uncomfortable. Life is not fully launched in front of me, I don't know what will happen later, and I don't know what it will change, but I feel scared. I remembered the story written in July this year. I am because I haven't experienced Hu, I've been very light, but in fact, I really don't want to be like this.
1. Old friend gives me the phone
One night, I received an old friend's phone.
For so many years, I have been waiting for this phone, and I have repeatedly imagined it, but when I heard the voice, I was really a little unexpected.
That night, there was a bit boring, my mood was a little annoying, and I didn't want to do anything, I sat at home.
It's a bit boring, I walked to the window, pushing the window thinking. I live in the 10th floor and looked out from the window. I can see the night scene of this city. I stood on the side of the window and looked at countless lights, just like you like it my best.
The phone is ringing.
I walked over and received a call.
"Hey?" The voice on the phone is trying to have a gently asked.
This sound is so familiar but it is strange. My heart is sinking, and then loosen: You are finally here.
"Hey? You are ... I am looking for ..." She is obviously a little panic.
"Yes, it is me." I didn't wait for her to ask, I will pick up.
"Is you? Really you?" She hesitated for a while, then the tone was relaxed, "Oh, I didn't expect to find you. How do you do now? What kind of professional is you? Short hair? Oh, yes, you are married ... "
I can't help but smile, I haven't changed at all, and there is no deviation, just like my memory, she is like this, it is a bit like a sparrow.
I heard me laughed, she stopped there, I am a little bit embarrassing: "What happened? Who is it?"
"No, no ... but ask you a one, I will slowly answer you."
"Well, but, I want to know, you and, you and him ..." Her voice is low, a little shy. he is? Which one is he? I stunned, but I didn't ask, just listening to her continued.
She stopped for a while, like a very determination, heavy, one word, very clear question: "I want to know if you are with him, or, have you still contact now?"
he? My memory suddenly waited, and her question is very clear, it seems that it is a stone that fell into the calm lake. In the air of the Valley, I arouse the long echo, dragging my memory and long-distance. Go, three years for three years ..., he? The model is very vague as if I really pick up from the ruins of memory.
"He?" I repeatedly, many things can't be sure.
"Yeah, he. Do you have anything? Also, is he is good now?"
"He?" I should think that her fundamental purpose is just him, but what should I answer? I can imagine how much she is imagined with the microphone, some gentle things are in the heart, and a strong frustration also hits me. He, what can I say? Can I say that she pays so much, can you even be sure it is in my memory? "Oh ..." I only laughed with a light smile, trying to make my voice very calm, said: "Very good, very good."
"Oh? It's very good?" She seems to have a thoughts from my words. "Do you say that I am not very stupid? Always not forgetting to him?"
"No." How familiar to this desperate, my heart suddenly hurts, I want to say something comfort, but I can't find a more fresh words, "No. You are not stupid." You have to know that everyone will have such a thoughtful person, really, you are not stupid ... "
"What about you?" She interrupted me hardly, "What about you? Do you not forget anyone? Isn't it him? Why are you not him? So many people have so many minds, have you forgotten?" ? "
In the face of her aggressive words, I can't bear to say anything. What can I say again? I am just silent, listen to her question. I think, I will understand one day.
"You have forgotten it! Have you forgotten it? ..." She suddenly cried, asked me: "You said, is I am still very stupid?"
"You are not stupid, really."
"I know I am stupid. But can you do one more? Do you help me see him, you tell him that I care about him now, is it good? Is it good?"
"But ..." I can't help but refuse, but everything is meaningful? "
Finally, I don't know how the call is over, and I will eventually refuse the request of the old friend.
Go see him, tell him how much she is. However, is it meaningful?
I stood on the edge of the window and the 10th floor. Looking out, it is the most rare and lively night scene in this city, countless lights, but can I remember her tears she just? How can he experience her so-called mind? I have already forgotten. Hey, this annoying weather is really bored. I think.
2. I called him.
One year, two years, three years ... eight years.
Is there eight years? The change has changed, and it is also deeply engraved in the soul to stay with me.
I left this city that suited to life, I didn't go to his city like that year, a place to rely on the sea; I can say a southern person, but I can say that a bite is equivalent; I finally With long hair, Wu black soft and healthy, being taken care of the clothes post; I have been accustomed to passing through the Shencheng Wall, passing through the concrete or asphalt road, and there is an almost every day; Here is my friend, my lover, my career ... Thousands of words, every aspect of my life has been tied here.
He should have his own complete home, and is it true?
I all dial her phone. When I dial, my heart is secretly praying is an empty number, or I changed a master, so it can be a unnecessary meeting.
"- -"
Turn on.
"Hey?"
"Hello, is it a king?" "Is me, which one is you?"
"I am Zhao Jia."
"Zhao Jia?" He stopped for a while, then smiled and said, "Is there something?"
Such a laughter is nearly brought back to eight years ago, when his laughter always made me not know. - At this moment, I just gently squinted, trying to experience myself from his laughter: if it is not forgotten, there is a lot of things to be afraid, I think.
"Can we come out for a time?" I used the same laugh to respond to him, said.
"Meet? When?"
"Will you have time this Saturday?"
"OK then."
"I will contact you again."
After hanging up the phone, I really didn't expect that he agreed to see him so much.
In eight years, that constant phone number is like a testimony.
Perhaps, I have to admit that whether it is forgotten, whether it is true or illus, there is existence; maybe, in fact, we have been waiting for this meeting, just like this, I have been waiting for her phone. same.
3. meet
I came to his city.
In a coffee house called "Dyed Blue Time", I chose a seat of the window, and I have to have a cup of coffee, wait for him.
The fate of this city is like a duckweed. However, this time I have been in the past, it is different. I am taking her eyes with her eyes: The people she love is here, her thoughts are also falling here. I think, if she is walking here, about every inch of air is sweet, every sunshine is warm.
The sun outside the window is very good, but the music planted in the coffee house is too sad.
... do you recmember the things we buy to say ... i Feel So Nervous When I Think of Yesterday ... I Dying in the sun ... I Dying in the sun ...
I have a coffee cup with my hands, quietly listening to melodious singing, if the lyrics are changed to Dying in the Time will be more appropriate. I suddenly thought: If it is eight years ago, what kind of mood is I sitting here, what kind of mood? At that time, I would not be so calm, but what would I? I suddenly laughed and felt that I had such an unnecessary guess especially boring, but the heart was still faint. Dyed the blue time, is the memory of memory, or time to dye blue memory? Or, like a deep winter mist cover the sky and cover the scenery, only a faint blue blurred shadow, I don't know if this is a shadow of the fog.
"Zhao Jia." A voice interrupted my thoughts.
I looked up and saw him.
I laughed lightly, and my hand clicked with a coffee cup. I didn't say anything.
He also laughed, very passenger, sat down, point a cup of coffee, and this time, my coffee has begun to cool, no longer suitable for drinking, just, warmth, holding in hand is very comfortable.
"How do you think of seeing?" He asked me, very straightforward.
"An old friend wants me to say to you." I held a coffee cup with my hands, and I didn't look at him, but I fell in the cup of coffee in his hand. He stirred with his coffee, like a vortex, with a fragrance, with sweet, with warm, and suffering, there are many unknown unknown ...
"Older friend?" His hand stopped for a while, like thinking, then laughing, there is no talk. I laughed and laughed, and I didn't say anything. ... do you remember the Things We buy to say ... i Feel So Nervous When I Think of Yesterday ... We are sitting opposite, no longer talking. Coffee is alcoholic, song sad melody, singer's ... All this is filled between us, filling embarrassment and silence, creates a strange harmony.
... do you remember the things we buy to say ... I feel So Nervous When I Think of Yesterday ...
The coffee in my hand is getting more cool.
He gave his coffee and gently got a bite, like breaking dull, said: "Qing coffee add milk and cream is equal to Kapa Kino, I suddenly remembered this statement. I haven't tried it, I don't know if it is not real."
"Oh, it is very early very early." I said.
"Yeah, I have been very early." He repeated my words, slightly squinted, it seems to be thinking, "At that time, you are so small."
"Small, young, sincerity, and stupid."
"Oh, silly." He smiled while talking, I can feel that he is looking at me, but I still don't look up to face him.
... do you recmember the things we buy to say ... i Feel So Nervous When I Think of Yesterday ... I Dying in the sun ... I Dying in the sun ...
"The song is too sad, the word is very good, but if the last sentence can be changed to I Dying in the Time will be more suitable." I have nothing to do with this sentence.
"Oh?" He headed, quietly listening for a while, saying, "quite good."
... do you recmember the things we buy to say ... i Feel So Nervous When I Think of Yesterday ... I Dying in the sun ... I Dying in the sun ...
"How long is this going to spend this?" He asked.
"Go back in the afternoon."
"Oh? Such anxious?"
"I don't have anything, just by an old friend, come and see you, I will ask you to you."
"Older friend?"
"Yeah, old friends." At this time, I looked up and looked at his eyes. "She said she cares about you, she said she loves you, and she said she miss you ... "
"Old - friends - Friends -" He slowly repeated this word, "said" quite interesting. "
The coffee in my hand is completely cold.
I've been placed on the table, as I put down the burden: "After the words are over, I should go."
He stunned, did not react it for a while, but soon, he quickly returned to normal, smiled: "I will send you."
"No." I got up and left the seat.
"Wait ..." He also stood up and said, "What about you?"
"I?" I looked at it and saw the window outside, the sun is still very good, clean.
In the splendid sunshine, I saw a young face, she looked at me quietly, and the face was the easiest and clean laugh in the world. Then I looked at his eyes and said very seriously: "If I am twenty years old, I will tell you, I care about you, I love you very much, I also miss you ..." 4. At last
Many things can only happen once, then, I have never received a call from the twenty-year-old self, I haven't seen the young face in a splendid sunshine, just, I will always remember there. There is the easiest and clean laugh in the world.
I think this kind of thing is enough.
