Human ladder

Cloudy, expected to rain.

He Zhang got off the taxi, looked up at the sky, and frowned.

He sent a message of 'I'm here', glanced at the low-key but grand school gate in front of him, and walked in.

There are not many students on the road, and the entrance passes through a square to the library.

The person he was looking for didn't answer him. He Zhang guessed that he was in the library, and when he was about to go in, his phone vibrated.

—going out.

Simply, He Zhanglu knew which way he would go if he went out from the dormitory, so he walked to the right side.

Someone is playing basketball on the playground, and a sycamore road runs across both sides.

On the university campus, everyone was enthusiastic and energetic, but Lu Congqi walked past them quietly, wearing earphones without looking sideways, and there was no one around him.

Indifferent to the point of being completely different from the peers around him.

He Zhang watched Lu Congqi walking this way, thinking: When did he develop the habit of walking with his head down?

four years ago.

His stature was a little taller, and he looked a little stronger again. He Zhang took a serious look and had to admit that he was a little more handsome.

After all, he went to the police academy, and his eyes were alert and sharp, not a bit different from the weak-looking high school bully back then.

He Zhang raised his foot and was about to raise his hand in greeting.

Suddenly, he found that the girl who came out of nowhere ran behind Lu Congqi and patted him on the shoulder.

He Zhang felt very uncomfortable for a moment.

I don't like smelling Yan Yan.

From the perspective of a good brother Wen Yan, he hopes that there are people in this world who can treat Wen Yan affectionately, but this kind of thinking is a bit selfish after all.

For so many years, the number of friends around him has continued to increase. The relationship between friends has always been to spread emotions radioactively. Everyone gathers together. It’s good to be a buddy. If anyone has something to do, gather together to help.

After all, it is different from love, and there are many things that should be unforgettable.

But after all, everyone is still young, whether active or passive, everything can start again.

Thinking about this, He Zhang's face softened a little and he approached Lu Congqi, but from a distance he saw Lu Congqi looking at the girl who patted him on the shoulder with a cold face, showing a very unhappy expression and impatient.

"..."

Rao He Zhang was a little apprehensive, he stopped and dared not go forward.

Not to mention the little girl who carefully confessed her love with a small bouquet of daisies.

...Little Daisy...

The brain circuits of the girls in the police academy are really strange.

An earphone that Lu Congqi took off dangled between his collar, his eyes stopped on the bouquet of daisies, and he smiled slightly.

Then he withdrew the corners of his lips, looked at the girl calmly, and said, "There is a partner, a man, who is arguing."

"If he's unhappy and gets angry with me," Lu Congqi tilted his head, unreasonable and arrogant: "I will blame you."

The girl was too scared to speak, and looked up at Lu Congqi in a panic.

Lu Congqi raised his chin in the direction where He Zhang was standing, as if he was determined to let the girl give up, and said, "Here, he can testify."

He Zhang twitched the corners of his mouth, held his glasses and forcibly resisted the sad and resentful gaze thrown by the girl, and quickly waved his hands to explain: "It's not me, it's not me..."

Lu Congqi looked away, put on the earphones again, and walked directly towards He Zhang, bypassing the girl.

Along the way, He Zhang could be considered to have experienced what it feels like to be in the spotlight. After walking for a while, he couldn't help complaining: "Did you become enemies in your school?"

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He Zhang sighed, and when he saw Lu Congqi, he couldn't help but think of what happened in high school. At that time, only Wen Yan often teased Lu Congqi, which made them feel that Lu Congqi was such a lively person.

Until it was his turn to get in touch with him, but he found that Lu Congqi had become taciturn at some point, and Leng Bangbang had no trace of popularity.

Even the softness in Lu Congqi's eyes from before was worn away without knowing when.

He stopped smiling, and there was no trace of superfluous expression, just indifference and indifference to acquaintances or strangers.

He Zhang could only adjust the atmosphere miserably by himself: "I heard that you are going to practice, do you have a place?"

"Usually go to the grassroots, but the city bureau has been short of manpower recently, relying on my dad to make some connections, I stay at the city bureau."

He Zhang teased: "Aren't you afraid that others will say that you are related?"

Only then did Lu Congqi give He Zhang a look, but the look was still cold and full of care for the mentally handicapped: "They can say what they want."

After that, he raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you say you want to go to the grave together?"

Lu Congqi looked at He Zhang's empty hands and smiled slightly.

As if he suddenly remembered something, his whole body brightened for a moment: "I remember you told me that Wen Yan wanted to send me flowers every New Year and holiday."

There was some expectation in his eyes, and he looked at He Zhang seriously: "What holiday is today?"

He Zhang staggered a bit, Ming Minglu smiled, and that smile looked so eerie to He Zhang.

He scolded his mother in his heart, facing Lu Congqi's gaze, he was about to cry: "Ah???"

What holiday is today?

Today is fucking Ching Ming Festival!

What is going on in Lu Congqi's mind all day? !Does he really see a psychiatrist regularly? !

Lu Congqi couldn't help laughing when he saw He Zhang's breakdown, "I'm just kidding."

He Zhang grinned, and the cold sweat dripped down his back.

"But to be honest, because of his words... I have expectations for every festival."

Lu Congqi seemed like he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time, and he was a little rambling: "Sometimes, I would think, what would he do when he meets Qingming Festival and Ghost Festival? According to Wen Yan's personality, he will definitely not let it go... ...Then will he send it or not?"

He bowed his head, and smiled a little reservedly: "I'm not afraid of your jokes, just thinking about this question will consume me for a long time."

Lu Congqi walked in front, and he didn't know what was in the earphones, and he never took off the earphones along the way.

I saw him walking for a while, raised his head slightly, looked at the overcast sky, and his expression finally showed a trace of emotion - it was the sadness that had been hidden for a long time.

"four years ago."

He Zhang sighed: "It's time for you to start again."

"It's only been four years." Lu Congqi turned his head and smiled at He Zhang indifferently: "I can afford to wait. I remember all the festivals he owes."

He Zhang's eyes were really sympathetic, he looked at Lu Congqi with a "you're going to die, whatever you say" look in his eyes, and finally he could only nod in resignation: "Okay, let's go. "

The two of them will see this side once a year.

When he just graduated, He Zhang really managed to write off the past, and he usually didn't contact anyone.

But he still visits Wen Yan from time to time.

But I heard that Lu Congqi had never been to that place once.

Later, He Zhang couldn't hold it back, so he could only act as a good person himself, and ran over to contact Lu Congqi, saying that he had to make way for Lu Congqi to have a place where he could express his grief, so that it would be better for his illness if he didn't think about it. recover.

Lu Congqi didn't know when he had claustrophobia and anxiety.

At first, he was afraid that Lu Congqi would disagree, but he didn't expect that when Lu Congqi heard it, he nodded with a rare vivid expression and readily agreed to go to Wen Yan for a few days every year.

In the past four years, everyone had dispersed, and later, the only person he could discuss with was He Zhang, so Lu Congqi cherished this very much.

When the two came to the cemetery, Lu Congqi bought a bouquet of red roses without any taboos as always, for fear that others would not know that it was a gift from a lover.

Placed in the cemetery, it is extraordinarily abrupt and weird.

He Zhang saw that the last bouquet of flowers was only slightly yellowed, which should be the reason why he had been here not long ago, and He Zhang knew that Lu Congqi really regarded this place as a place of comfort.

Thinking of this, his face relaxed, and he took out the wine jug that he had been carrying in his arms all the time, and as if he was really afraid that others would find out, he muttered, "Brother, this is the milk wine I brought you back from Inner Mongolia." , try it out."

Lu Congqi's gaze changed from playful to scrutinizing, leaning on a green pine, staring at He Zhang's back, pursing his lips in silence.

He has seen that men always have friends.

The kind that can secretly get together to drink and have fun even after death.

Lu Congqi's mouth was tighter, and staring at He Zhang gradually became dangerous - he had to guard against it in the future.

He Zhang Pingbai's back felt cold, and he turned his head suddenly to meet Shang Lu Congqi's gaze, trembling with fright: "I...I forgot that you didn't let him drink...I'll take it..."

Lu Congqi smiled indifferently: "It's okay." He couldn't drink anyway.

He lit a cigarette sideways, exhaled a puff of smoke, and didn't know where to look: "Wen Yan is very good to have you as a friend, and someone will give you wine when he dies."

The rose red is alluring, quietly walking under Wen Yan's black and white photo.

Lu Congqi was attracted by the photo, stared at the familiar face on it, and said, "I dreamed about him one day."

He Zhang was about to say casually: You think about it every day, and you dream about it at night. It's normal for you to think about him so much and dream about him.

But Lu Congqi didn't expect He Zhang to answer, and said to himself: "As soon as I opened my eyes, I looked it up on the Internet, I checked Zhou Gong's interpretation of dreams, and I went through various question and answer posts, wondering if you dreamed of someone you haven't seen for a long time Man, what's going on?"

"Then I saw a saying, they said, if you dream about that person you haven't seen for a long time three times, it means that he is forgetting you."

Lu Congqi stubbed out the cigarette, twisted the end of the cigarette and didn't dare to look at the photo, he murmured for a while, and said softly, "That's my second time."

"That night, I was too scared to sleep because of this, because I was afraid that if I dreamed about him three times, he would forget me... But I always think about him when I don't sleep, and I want to see him very much when I think about him, but I just I can see him in my dream."

After that, he put his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling.

It's time to cry.

However, He Zhang felt that he was not qualified to comfort him. He turned the cup of milk wine in his hand, his throat was burning and hurt, and his eyes were red with choking.

"I miss him too."

I miss that bastard too.