midsummer restlessness

The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and the cold air smelled a little lemony. Xia An leaned on the co-pilot, leaning his head on the window.

The scenery outside the window reversed quickly, and the highway from the airport to the city took about half an hour.

Wang Junkai put his hands on the steering wheel, and occasionally he couldn't help being sleepy and took a few sips of coffee with his hands free.

He looks tired, presumably because he didn't sleep well in order to get up early to pick up the plane.

"Wake up early..." She looked at his slightly tired side face and couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She suddenly glanced at the scattered CDs on the CD shelf, wondering whether the strong pop music would break the car. A sleepy atmosphere inside.

"Hey, do you want to listen to music and wake up?"

she suggested.

I have never felt that the mental stimulation of music is more effective than the physical stimulation brought by caffeine. Wang Junkai responded absent-mindedly, "It's up to you."

With the master's approval, Xia An has no scruples, and picks and chooses freely on the CD rack, but is disappointed that he can't find his favorite pop music. Most of the CDs are European light music or piano music.She was a little disappointed, and curled her lips in dissatisfaction, "The consciousness has improved very quickly, and I have started to listen to the lyrics without lyrics. And the piano music, don't you listen to Jay Chou?"

"It's not bad, I think they are all the same." Wang Junkai manipulated the steering wheel skillfully, disapprovingly, "Besides, I didn't buy these."

Xia An's movements froze for a moment, and Wang Junkai's expression was calm when he said this, as if it was a matter of course.

She lowered her head and calmly resumed the action of flipping through her hands, but she didn't want to choose any more. She randomly took out one of them and inserted it into the player, and turned off the air conditioner. She shrugged pretending not to care, "That's right, people, always It will change."

Become to learn to compromise, learn to be reluctant, and learn to tolerate.

Then you can accept all the things you thought you would never accept with a deadpan face, and calmly get used to all the habits you have hated to the extreme.

Wang Junkai didn't seem to resonate with her pretentiously deep exclamation. He was obviously more interested in another topic.

"Why did you suddenly think of coming back?"

Before recovering from the emotion just now, Xia An was silent for a while, and then answered casually, "Of course I came back because I feel that the people of the motherland need me."

A look of course.

"Then you are really thinking too much. The people of the motherland don't need you to emit carbon dioxide for the time being. You are still suitable for harming capitalist countries and lowering the average IQ of their citizens to benefit the motherland and fulfill your unfulfilled dream in high school."

Wang Junkai's words were calm and serious, in exchange for Xia An's eyes from the co-pilot, but there was no way to refute.

What Wang Junkai said seems to be correct.

In high school, due to Xia An's unbearable math grades, the math teacher was once helpless and helpless towards her, and her pain was like a knife. Finally, when the grades of the third and second models of senior high school were released, the accumulated dissatisfaction changed from quantitative to qualitative. up.

"Xia An, you are an undercover agent sent by the class next door to lower the average score of our class. With Wang Junkai's highest score in a single subject, you are really working hard to bring down the overall score of our class by 0.4 by yourself. , I think you are better than him! Why didn’t you be sent to Japan during World War II, and the War of Resistance Against Japan can save a few years, which can be regarded as a contribution to the motherland.”

Xia An definitely couldn't go back to studying in Japan during World War II to benefit the motherland, so as Wang Junkai said, she resolutely went to study in Melbourne, a coastal city in the southern hemisphere, to harm capitalism in the summer after the college entrance examination.

"You have such a poisonous mouth, be careful not to get your wife." Xia An cursed viciously.

"I'm so sorry, my wife likes me to speak calmly and sharply." Wang Junkai looked at her provocatively, quite proudly.

"Oh." She snorted from her nose, disdainful, "I think it's perverted and vicious."

"So you haven't been able to find a boyfriend for so many years, and any good words that come out of your mouth will change their taste."

"Hey, hey, pay attention to the words you use. What do you mean you can't find it? The key is whether I want to find it or not."

Xia An hurriedly sat up straight, widened her eyes and made a serious correction.

"Then Miss Xia, do you want to look for it now?"

Wang Junkai glanced at her jokingly, curling the corners of his mouth with a half-smile.

This time it was Xia An who didn't make a sound. Like a deflated ball, she slumped back into her seat again.

The piano music on the CD player in the car is melodious and melodious, and every tune hits the softest part of people's heart beautifully, sour and itchy.

"think."

After being silent for a long time, just when Wang Junkai thought the topic would end like this, she said indifferently.

"Why, do you have a goal?"

Wang Junkai held the steering wheel with one hand, stared straight ahead and asked casually.

"Ah."

Xia An absent-mindedly replied, and stopped talking to him, shaking his head and looking out the window.

The greenery on both sides of the expressway in the suburbs is always well done. Looking around, it is hard to tell whether the car is moving forward or backward. The scenery is exactly the same, like an infinite loop, which will never end. This long and lonely road.

"I've been waiting for him, but unfortunately, it seems that I can't wait."

She suddenly added something.

Wang Junkai glanced at her thoughtfully, but said nothing.

Silence spread, the piano piece ended, and the car returned to silence, only the sound of the wind whistling past the glass outside the window could be heard.

Perhaps because the air conditioner was turned off, Wang Junkai lowered the car windows. In the rainy season at the end of May, the air was humid with a smell of freshly turned earth.

Blowing away the broken hair on his forehead, revealing a smooth and white forehead.

Wang Junkai looks very good looking from the side.

The neckline of the sky blue shirt is slightly open, and you can see the beautiful collarbone. The sleeves are rolled up to reveal the slender but powerful arms, and the knuckle hands are folded on the steering wheel.

The facial lines are soft, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the lips are tightly pursed because of concentration.

When concentrating on driving, he looks serious, as if he was listening intently in class in high school.

Xia An pursed her lips and looked away silently, feeling a little joyful and regretful in her heart.

In the long time when she didn't participate, the teenager in memory who could only ride a bicycle finally grew into the existence that makes people feel at ease today.

For most people, Wang Junkai in high school is the three words that are commonly seen in the first column of the grade list, and he is like a god of learning.

Even wearing a neat school uniform like other boys, it can't hide the light radiating from him.

Wearing a clean white shirt and a flat black tie, his slender figure always shuttles between classes and the library, and is occasionally active on the basketball court.

Although he has won the highest total score in science for countless times, he did not slack off in class. He looked at the blackboard quietly and seriously, and occasionally stopped the black signature pen in his hand to write calculations on the straw paper. His brows sometimes wrinkled and sometimes stretched .

His books are always marked with dense notes and analysis.

His notes are always neat and organized.

The class teacher evaluated him as tenacious, hardworking and down-to-earth.

Unlike other students with good grades, they are always easily overwhelmed by temporary achievements and beauty, and talk with a bit of arrogance that looks down on others.

But Xia An knew that in fact, Wang Junkai was also a very arrogant person in his bones.

In Wang Junkai's view, standing on a high place that he thinks he thinks to be, or mocking or ridiculing others to gain the respect and approval of others, in Wang Junkai's view, is just a manifestation of their inferiority complex and wanting to get attention. He despises such childish behavior.

The real pride he knows is to constantly polish himself, constantly make himself better, and finally be entitled to the freedom to choose everything about himself.

Pride is the right to choose without words.

Wang Junkai seems to have understood this truth very early.

Therefore, every time Xia An rubbed his temples and looked up to look out of the window, he could incidentally see him beside him concentrating on doing exercises, with a black signature pen spinning in his right hand, and a tall and thick exercise book stacked beside his arm.

The outline of the backlight is gentle and soft, the sunlight outside the window jumps on his long eyelashes, it seems that the beautiful world has quieted down.

Xia An thought more than once to let time stop like this.

Always stay in this period of time when I can meet you every day and see your profile when I look up.

However, Wang Junkai is like a young girl's dream.

In the dream, it was a big and fresh playground, the large green grass behind the playground, the lush tree with sparse branches on the grass, and the boy under the tree waiting for her with his hands in his pockets and whistling.

Because it is a dream, one day I will wake up eventually.

At the age of 18, in midsummer, they were wearing ties and white uniforms and stood on different steps laughing and looking at the same camera. The photographer pressed the shutter, and the picture was frozen.

Then, woke up.

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