midsummer restlessness

When Qiu Hanhan came over aggressively and knocked on the door, it was the worst time for that rain.The heavy downpour was mixed with a few muffled thunder.

Wang Yuan went to open the door, Qiu Hanhan rushed in anxiously, "Eryuan, Xiaokai, do you know where Xia An is?"

Wang Junkai was taken aback.

"Xia An is gone, and I can't find it no matter how I look for it."

Qiu Hanhan was so anxious that she was about to cry.

The location of the graduation trip was Jinyun Mountain, and the hotel rented by the class was in the suburbs not far from Jinyun Mountain.

It was raining heavily, and the surroundings were foggy. Wang Junkai ran along the side of the road under an umbrella, looking for the nearest phone booth—the only place that could shelter from the rain.

After running for two streets, I finally saw a red telephone box from a distance, obviously someone was inside.

The pale lips, trembling shoulders and bewildered expression of the girl squatting in the corner on that rainy night suddenly appeared in my mind.

Wang Junkai quickened his pace impatiently.

The person in the phone booth was indeed Xia An. Wang Junkai heaved a sigh of relief, opened the door and went in to put away the umbrella.

Xia An leaned wearily against the glass, like a lifeless puppet, motionless, with his head down, unable to see his expression clearly.

Wang Junkai took off his coat and handed it over, but she didn't respond.

Wang Junkai sighed in his heart, stretched out his hand and pulled her over to put on her clothes, but was stunned for a moment when he saw her expression.

"Xia An."

Xia An's eye circles were frighteningly red, his face was full of tears, his hair stuck to his skin, he was so embarrassed and fragile that he was not like the mean and willful person just now.

Wang Junkai felt uncomfortable looking at it.

I regretted it for a while, thinking that I would apologize if I didn't, but I felt aggrieved again.

After hesitating, Xia An spoke first.

"Little Kai...I don't know why things turned out like this."

She lowered her head slowly, and leaned back again, her voice was not loud, and it was almost inaudible mixed with the sound of wind and rain outside.

She looked at her toes, her bangs were wet on her forehead.

"You said that our world is not only about each other."

"But that's just you. You have a warm and healthy family, your parents love you and spoil you, your teacher likes you, your classmates worship you, and it doesn't affect you at all without me, and it's even better—but I'm different."

"My world is small, only you."

"So I became morbidly dependent on you, and I became sensitive and suspicious. I care about every little thing and worry about gains and losses. I also hate myself very much now. I don't imagine what I will do if I continue like this."

Xia An finished speaking in one breath, stopped, sucked his nose, and spoke slowly.

"You said you were a little tired, but I was too."

Wang Junkai had an ominous premonition in his heart. He wanted to explain, but he didn't know what to say.

Xia An took a breath and still didn't look up, "If we go on like this, we're just torturing each other and wasting time."

Her voice was still very low, but Wang Junkai heard it very clearly, and he asked slowly, "What do you mean?"

The voice is hoarse and scary.

"let's break up."

Xia An spoke very fast, without giving himself room to breathe, as if he was afraid that he would not have the strength to finish speaking.

"what...."

"Let's break up."

The only thing left in Wang Junkai's world is the sound of overwhelming rain.

Since when did it start, between us became like this.

People who once held hands together, people who have been close to each other, and people who are close to each other, gradually run into noise in the accumulated trivial matters, are washed away by the crowd, stretched by time, and finally let go of their hands and run in the opposite direction, gradually drifting away.

Those who used to like very much, those who promised to protect her and her for the rest of her life, did they really treat them with care?

Is it because she always stands silently in a place that can be seen by turning around and touched by reaching out, so she slowly ignores slack and takes all tolerance and tolerance for granted.

He also talks to himself and feels that he is a person who has been let down and given up.

Wang Junkai stood still and watched Xia An go further and further in the pouring rain.

That girl who was soaked in water and had a thin back had once rained heavily in his hot summer heart.

But now the heavy rain is fleeting, leaving only his heart full of wet desolation.

Standing on the chair, Xia An struggled to take down a wooden box placed on the top of the cabinet.

The position of the box is relatively inward, and when it is dragged out, it brings out a burst of pungent dust.

Xia An coughed a few times, and waved away the dust in the air. She put it on the desk, and opened it carefully, as if it had been sealed for a long time.

The box was empty with few items.

On the top layer are two dry flat paper cups, which are exclusive milk tea cups in the water bar in the back street of No. [-] Middle School.

After every lunch break, Xia An and Wang Junkai would go to the back street to buy milk tea, a cup of vanilla flavor and a cup of chocolate flavor.

Pressed under the paper cups are two tickets to a movie, a literary Irish musical - the movie the two saw on their first date.

The film has the unique romantic literature and art of European movies, the rhythm is slow, and the English with a strong Western European flavor is spoken slowly.

The specific plot has been blurred, I just remember it was a pretty sad story.

At that time, Xia An watched and cried, sobbing and shaking his shoulders, while blowing his nose, he reached out and asked Wang Junkai for a tissue.

Wang Junkai just took out papers to provide for her unexpected needs, and fell asleep after watching the whole movie.

The only impressive thing is the music at the end of the film, a melodious Irish folk song.

Tis the last rose of summer.

Left blooming alone;

All her lovely companions.

Arefaded and gone;

I'll not leave thee, thoulone one,

Topine on the stem,

thus kindly Iscatter,

Thyleaves' erthebed,

Where thy mate soft the garden,

Liescent less and dead.

Andfondones are flowing,

Oh! who would inhabit,

This bleak world dalone.

In addition to these, there is a deck of playing cards at the corner of the box, which is a game card that just emerged in 07-please close your eyes when it gets dark.

She hadn't played a few times, but she mostly played with Qiu Hanhan and the others in class to pass the time between classes. She was always unlucky and often died unjustly, so much so that she once asked to be a judge.

The last time I used this deck was at the high school graduation reunion.

That was the last group activity in high school.

It is also the end point of all the good memories of Xia An.

Xia An sighed, put the photo on the bottom, and closed the box.

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