midsummer restlessness

When saying goodbye, Xia An wrapped the worn scarf covering half of her face, she said, take me to the airport for the flight tomorrow morning.Wang Junkai did not hesitate, he said, okay.

Xia An just laughed, and she stroked the broken hair around her ears, her long hair was disheveled in the evening wind.

Then turned and left, never looking back.

Wang Junkai stood at the door of the coffee shop, watching her walk away step by step, with his back slightly arched, his hands in his coat pockets, and he looked out of place with the flimsy clothes of passers-by in this early autumn season.

The back gradually receded, became blurred in sight, and finally disappeared at the corner of the intersection.

Wang Junkai sighed, his eyes were dry and tight, he blinked vigorously, turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

This world is a one-way journey. We meet at a certain station, get acquainted, say goodbye, pass by and disappear into the vast crowd.

Like a beginning and like an end.

The process is two people keeping warm, and the ending is one person alone.

Wang Junkai stood across the street, watching helplessly as the last train left the platform, but he didn't have the strength to chase after it.

He regretted why he didn't drive here, maybe he wouldn't be so embarrassed at this time.

He wrapped his coat tightly and walked in the direction of the so-called home. This road that has been traveled countless times is extremely long today.

On the same road, if you walk with someone, you will be reluctant to take a short step, but if you walk alone, it will be long and lonely.

He couldn't remember who said that it's best not to miss two things in life - the last bus home and the person who loves you deeply.

And just now, he missed the bus and bid farewell to the girl who loved him so much.

The suburbs in late summer and early autumn are quiet and lush. The dark brown tree trunks are combed by the sun to form vigorous arcs, and the branches are heavily decorated with brilliant colors. The evening clouds extend along both sides of the road.

Wang Junkai picked up the top CD on the rack and inserted it into the player. The melodious music spread in the not-so-capable space, blending into the warm and comfortable atmosphere of late summer and early autumn.

The early morning light was very warm, shining on Xia An's face through the car window, it was as soft as someone's gentle touch.

Xia An took off the sun visor and took a nap on the co-pilot with her head tilted. The temperature didn't seem to drop this season, but she still wrapped up her windbreaker tightly. She was always more afraid of the cold than normal people.

Wang Junkai glanced at the people beside him. He knew that Xia An was not asleep. Even though he kept his eyes closed and buried half of his face in the scarf, his sleeping face was as soft as a child's.

Sufficient sunlight floods the entire space, making people drowsy with warmth, but the Irish folk song is played slowly on the player.

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.

Wang Junkai sat in the rest area and waited for Xia An to go through the formalities. There were not many people at the airport in the early morning. He saw a couple saying goodbye not far away. The boy touched the girl's head and said something with a smile. The girl hurriedly touched his cheek She kissed her and left in a hurry.

In front of the boarding gate, a father hugged a little girl who was babbling and waved his wife reluctantly. Behind the warning line, a young man in a suit was holding a hot dog and drinking milk tea, watching anxiously from time to time. time.

There were not many people queuing in front of the service desk, and it didn't take long for Xia An to complete the formalities.

She walked towards Wang Junkai and sat down beside him.

"It's still time to go to the security check in a few minutes." She glanced at her watch, smiled, and said.

Then the two fell silent.

There are often two reasons for silence, one is that there is nothing to say, and the other is that there is too much to say but do not know where to start.

Xia An didn't know which type they belonged to, but it was obvious that in the few remaining hours, such silence was a waste of time, even if it was to tell a joke, it would be more comfortable.

She rubbed her hands, put her hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, and looked down at her toes. After a while, she suddenly raised her head and said lightly, "Wang Junkai, let me tell you a joke."

Wang Junkai nodded, and she began to talk in a nasal voice, like every fairy tale in the world, without exception, the beginning is-"One day, there was a little white rabbit."

"She skipped to buy bread, and she asked the shop owner, 'Boss, do you have a hundred buns?' The boss said regretfully, 'Ah, I'm so sorry, there aren't that many.'' That's it...' The little white rabbit was very disappointed, and she walked away dejectedly."

"The next day, the little white rabbit came to the bakery again, and she asked the owner of the bakery, 'Boss, do you have a hundred buns?' The boss told her regretfully, 'I'm sorry, or not Ah''That's it...' The little white rabbit walked away dejectedly again."

"On the third day, the little white rabbit came to the bakery again, and she asked the owner of the bakery, 'Boss, do you have a hundred buns?' This time the boss happily said, 'Yes. , Yes, today we have a hundred buns!!' The little white rabbit was very happy after hearing this, she took out the money and said excitedly to the boss, "Great, I'll buy two!""

After talking, Xia An laughed by herself first, Wang Junkai looked at her, and also raised the corners of his mouth to show his little canine teeth.

In fact, he didn't think the joke was so funny, it was even a little boring. The reason why he laughed was because he didn't want to embarrass Xia An.

Xia An smiled for a while and saw that Wang Junkai didn't respond, and the expression on his face was far-fetched. She patted him on the shoulder jokingly, "Hey, if you're bored, just say you're bored. Why is there such an ugly expression?"

"Did I tell you that your expression is exactly the same as the expression on our dean's wig when it was blown away?"

Wang Junkai really smiled this time, he raised his hand and rubbed Xia An's head, "You look good, you look good, you are the best in the world, okay?"

After hesitating for a while, he asked again, "Will we meet again?" He spread his hands a little regretfully, "I haven't had time to treat you to Mala Tang."

Xia An shrugged her shoulders. Obviously, she was relieved of such a trivial matter long ago. The flight schedule on the scrolling screen at the airport dinged and refreshed. She raised her hand to check the time. She suppressed her smile and became serious, "Hey , It's almost time, I have to go to the security check."

She pulled the handle of the suitcase and looked at him with a smile, "Next time, when we meet next time."

After a long time, he realized that the longest and most hopeless word in the world is next time.

See you next time, see you next time.

Then, after all, there will be no next time.

So close, so far away.

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