midsummer restlessness

In the first rainy season at the end of May, the morning light receded, the sky became darker, the air became more humid, and it was so stuffy that people couldn't breathe.

He bought bread and milk at the 24-hour convenience store, and Wang Junkai drove Xia An back to the hotel.

Although the hotel booked in advance is not as high-end as a five-star hotel, the conditions are relatively good. There is a small living room outside the bedroom with a bathroom. It is clean and tidy, with complete supplies. The only downside is that it is close to the main road Dao, in theory, it might not be too quiet.

"The sound insulation is not bad. I thought the location would be so noisy."

Wang Junkai dragged the suitcase in, stood it by the wall, and then planted it on the sofa.

Xia An walked around inside and out, and was quite satisfied, "It must be, the price can often reflect the value of the commodity. The price is there, and the condition can be so bad."

"The economics are pretty good."

Wang Junkai raised his eyebrows with great interest, "I bought some stocks two days ago, and I will analyze them someday when I have time."

"No problem, I will meet a glyph every minute."

Xia An waved his hands disapprovingly, with a full chest.

"Limit?"

"Limit down."

Xia Anlue scratched the corner of his eyebrows in embarrassment, "When you are unlucky, it is not uncommon for you to be sold at the same price all day long."

"...I knew it"

Wang Junkai glanced at her feebly, shrugged and didn't care too much, "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Then he picked up an apple on the coffee table and pressed the remote to turn on the TV.

The sports channel announcer is reporting the UEFA Champions League that just ended yesterday.

"Yesterday early in the morning, the UEFA Champions League final was held at the Luz Stadium in Lisbon, Portugal.

The match between Spain's Real Madrid and its city rival Atletico Madrid is the first time in the history of the UEFA Champions League that teams from the same city will meet in the final.

This is the fifth time in the history of the European Champions Cup that a derby has been staged, and it is also the second time that these two teams have played in a derby in the Champions League.

In the end, Real Madrid relied on Ramos' goal in stoppage time and goals from Ronaldo, Bale and Marcelo in extra time to defeat Atletico Madrid 4:1 and win the 2014 UEFA Champions League.

Please see the detailed report below. "

The screen switched to the auditorium at the end of yesterday's game, and a fan with exaggerated oil paint on his face was interviewed.

"They played really well. Weknewwecouldbeatthemandtheboysshowedittoday.we,and,en,allthefansfeltlikehavingapartytocelebrate.And,HalaMadrid!"

His pure accent and exaggerated expression all showed his excitement at this time.

"Fuck, it's a reversal." Wang Junkai chewed on an apple, his eyes widened, "Atletico Madrid was still ahead before I turned off the computer yesterday. Oh my god, I missed the live broadcast later."

"Then why didn't you turn off the computer after finishing reading yesterday." Xia An glanced at him.

"I picked you up early to pick you up, student Xia An. If I stayed up late to watch the football game, you might still be squatting at the airport." Wang Junkai squinted at her dissatisfied, "Who would have thought that they would really go to overtime."

"This kind of reversal is not unprecedented in the history of the Champions League."

"Back then you swore that the championship would be Milan's, but it turned out that Liverpool won."

"You have never been allowed to predict such things."

Xia An stared at the game review broadcast on TV, and said intentionally or unintentionally.

Wang Junkai just took a few bites of the apple and didn't bother.

The fans on the screen were still excitedly expressing their emotions to the camera, and the fans behind him were also excitedly cheering to the camera. The excited HalaMadrid sounded one after another, which was particularly ear-piercing in the quiet room.

Wang Junkai took out a napkin to wipe his mouth, and threw the apple core into the trash can.

"Then you can eat something, take a bath and have a good rest."

He got up and walked to the door, holding the doorknob, without looking back, "I'll go first."

He paused, hesitated and said, "...don't think too much."

Xia An's eyes were fixed on the screen, as if he didn't hear it, there was no response, no movement, no expression.

In my memory, Wang Junkai's favorite thing to say to her is, "Don't think too much."

In high school, during the rare breaks, everyone chatted together, and some jokes went too far. Seeing Xia An's face sinking, Wang Junkai would always pat her on the head, and he said, it was just a joke. ,do not think too much.

Accidentally, Xia An found a love letter written by a girl from another class in the desk hall. When he got into trouble with him, he habitually messed up her long hair. He said, I don't even know them, so I'll just return them later. Don't think too much about it.

High school graduation, class reunion, he looked into her eyes and said very seriously, just do what you want, go wherever you want, don't worry about other things, just be happy, don't think too much.

Time flies, and in the hotel where they met again, she intentionally or unintentionally mentioned that back then, Wang Junkai just got up and left. He said, I'll go first...don't think too much.

She never understood, every time he said these words, there were emotions in his dark and uncertain eyes that she had never understood.

And in those years, among the times he said 'don't think too much', some of the words were sincere and some were perfunctory.

"Wang Junkai."

Xia An called him to stop.

"Don't tell me 'don't think too much'."

"The one who thinks too much is never me."

The person in front of the door stood there for a long time without moving.

It seems like a century has passed.

He turned the doorknob, and then, there was a gentle closing sound.

The outside of the window was even more gloomy and gray, the lights in the room were not turned on, only the sports news was playing on the TV.

Xia An curled up on the sofa, and the pictures on the screen switched colorfully to illuminate her expressionless face, flickering on and off.

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