midsummer restlessness

After checking out of the room in the morning, Xia An dragged her luggage and followed An Hongdou back home.

Her house is not big, with standard two bedrooms and one living room, but fortunately, both houses are on the sunny side. When it is sunny, they are always filled with sunlight, which makes people feel warm and comfortable.

"The house was bought with a loan after I got my first job, and it was just paid off in March this year."

An Hongdou's concise explanation.

Judging from the salary of a normal college student's first job, it is simply impossible to pay off the loan of a house in two or three years after paying the down payment for living expenses alone.

Thinking with your toes, you know that you must have something to do with someone.

But judging by Hongdou's appearance, it was obvious that he didn't want to say more, and Xia An couldn't ask directly.

She thought about it and said in a different way, "Douzi, do you still have contact with them now?"

"for example."

An Hongdou was helping her make the bed without raising her head.

"For example, just Eryuan, Hanhan, Qian-xi-them."

Xia An seemed to be carelessly twisting his fingers, humming to blur the sound of a certain word.

The action of tucking the corner of the bed sheet paused, "It's okay." An Hongdou patted the bed that had been made, "Lie down quickly and see if it's comfortable. You take a mattress."

Then without waiting for her to answer, he walked out holding the quilt by himself.

"I'll help you dry them first."

"Ugh--"

Xia An pouted.

What kind of quilt is this cloudy day.

The meaning of changing the subject perfunctorily is too obvious.

But after thinking about it, I didn't say it.

You never know what other people have been through.

If you don't experience it yourself, you don't have so much empathy.

Therefore, no matter how close people are, they must learn to be cautious in their words and deeds, and have a taste of outside stories.

After all, like a person drinking water, he knows whether he is warm or cold.

Dinner is eaten at Yijiao fast food restaurant not far outside the community.

After the meal, the two of them walked home leisurely and slowly, chatting about many little things they didn't know along the way.

For example, in the third year of high school, who put a box of red dates and fresh fruits in the classroom every day, who drew a spoof oil paint copy when he was sleeping in class, who took the lead in singing celebration songs in the classroom on his birthday, and who was always there Deliberately passing by the door of the class.

The two talked and laughed, reminiscing about those beautiful pasts when they were young.Reminiscing about the past, it is always inevitable to compare with the present.

When asked how he lived in Melbourne in the past few years, Xia An's face has not faded from the deep smile that just appeared because of the memories.

She waved her hands pretending not to care, "It's all over anyway, so let's take it as good."

An Hongdou hung her shoulders and messed up her hair with a laugh, "Oh, look at you, you're so literary and hypocritical."

Xia An innocently blinked at her, but smiled and did not refute.

On the gravel road in the community, green-skinned cherry petals fell all over the ground in small pieces.

A dark skyline, an uncertain air.

The sky is always pale, as if I don't remember where there was gentle sunshine.

Chongqing was once the city Xia An least wanted to remember in his life.

Breathing the air here, shuttling through the crowd with wry smiles, sorrows and joys in a trance for 17 springs and autumns, without leaving a single word, and the time of leaving here for nearly 7 years, there are only a few records in the life files.

——Graduated from high school in 07, studied abroad in Melbourne, graduated from Kentucky University in 11, entered a well-known magazine in Mexico City as an intern in the same year, was promoted the next year, and is currently the permanent editor of the magazine.

The simple, thin, cold and pale words buried those unknowing ups and downs without leaving any traces.

At the end of August, the blue-skinned cherry blossoms are withered and half-shattered, but it is just when the sycamore trees are in full bloom.

Handle the work of the magazine remotely every day, read a few fashion books and occasionally see the new spring and autumn bag, and silently record it in the shopping list for the next month. The days are chaotic and numb.

If Xia An hadn't glanced at the calendar when he came back from a walk one day, Xia An would have almost forgotten that he had been eating and drinking at An Hongdou's house for nearly a month.

It was a rainy morning when I received the call from the General Administration of the Cemetery. In the quiet room, I could hear the frothy drama dialogue replayed on TV.

Xia An, who barely fell asleep at 3 o'clock in the morning, still fell down on the bed and fell into a dim sleep.

When the phone rang, An Hongdou, who was rushing to work, was hurriedly stuffing her mouth with steamed dumplings stuffed with radish and beef sold downstairs, and the person on the phone spoke concisely.

The agreement has been stamped, and the old tomb has been moved to the cemetery, and only the family members can enter to visit after signing.

An Hongdou agreed, hung up the phone and conveyed the content to Xia An verbatim, regardless of the person who was forcibly woken up looking at her with dazed eyes, drowsy.

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