almost lonely

I seldom come back," and I haven't seen anyone for almost half a month. Ning Juechen's state has gradually relaxed. The old manuscripts are almost sorted out, and some new ones have been written. He wants to contact the editor in the past few days.

On the day Xu Ye came back, Ning Juechen didn't react at first, thinking that he had heard it wrong again, but when he heard familiar footsteps outside, he immediately bounced up like a frightened rabbit, pushed open the door and saw Xu Ye standing in the living room Ning, Juechen wrung his fingers silently watching him put down the big and small bags in his hand.

Ning Juechen was drunk that night and didn't remember seeing him at all.In Ning Juechen's memory, the last time he met Xu Ye was at the hospital, the day "myself" became a vegetable.Xu Ye seemed to be thinner than before, but his complexion was much better than when he was so thin that he lost his face. When he was silent, his whole body was like a sharp weapon with its sharp edge restrained.

Xu Ye greeted briefly, Ning Juechen smiled awkwardly, nodded his head as a response, and had nothing to say: "Did you go to the mall?" Xu Ye hummed, and put the paper bags containing clothes Pushing the child aside, he went to the kitchen with a plastic bag: "It's cold, I bought him new clothes." Ning Juechen's eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth to make a distorted, unintelligible monosyllable. Xu Ye was far away and didn't hear it.

In fact, people are in the ward every day, with the air conditioner turned on, and the temperature is suitable, so there is no need for a thick sweater coat. Xu Ye just wanted to make a splash with the Chinese New Year, so he specially asked Aunt Xu to buy some clothes this afternoon. .Like Ning Juechen did before, he bought two of each.

Now Ning Juechen is being raised very well, she has gained a little fat in vain, Xu Ye has lost a lot of weight, and two people can wear the same size after going back and forth.Later, Xu Ye went to the supermarket next door to buy ribs and yams.Xu Ye doesn't know how to cook, and Aunt Xu prepares the liquid every day. He wants to try it today.

Ning Juechen came back to his senses, his temples twitched suddenly, he retreated silently to the room, frantically copied the files into the USB flash drive, shut down the computer and put it away.When he checked everything around before coming out, Xu Ye had already cut his hand clumsily.

Ning Juechen was a little helpless, he watched Xu Ye frowned and pulled out a few pieces of kitchen oil-absorbing paper, grabbed them into a ball and stuck them on the wound, bright red blood stains soon appeared on the white paper.Ning Juechen's heart trembled, and his voice also trembled: "You... just stick it with a band-aid."

Xu Ye shook his hands violently: "I don't have any at home, just wipe it off." "I bought a medicine box a few days ago, and it's on the second floor of the cabinet over there. You can stick it with it." Ning Juechen paused and continued. Said, "Let me make the soup." Xu Ye's eyes flickered slightly: "When will you be able to cook?" Ning Juechen realized that he had said the wrong thing again, and tried to get away with embarrassment: "That...soup Isn't it just throwing everything in the water and boiling it?"

Xu Ye lowered his head and watched Ning Juechen cut the yam seriously. Ning Juechen was stared at by him for a while, so nervous that his breathing was messed up, and his wrists were stiff and he made a clumsy look.Xu Ye didn't speak, just pulled two tissues, turned around and left.

Just for a moment, Ning Juechen was about to break out in a cold sweat.He packed up all the ingredients and put them in a casserole to stew. The yam and ginger were all in large pieces, cut crookedly, which should be more in line with Lu Juelan's level.

After waiting for a while, Xu Ye didn't come out. Ning Juechen was a little worried, so he opened the door and went in to look for him: "Have you found it yet? The medicine box is in the cabinet..." Xu Ye stood firmly in front of the desk, Ning Juechen There was a feeling of guilty conscience in an instant, and he took it back halfway through the words, and bit his own tongue majestically.

Xu Ye reached out his fingers to feel the residual temperature that was about to disappear from the cooling vent: "Are you using a computer?" Ning Juechen's first reaction was to deny it, and he shook his neck stiffly.Xu Ye walked over and asked softly: "How do you know the password?" Ning Juechen didn't dare to look into Xu Ye's eyes: "I..." Xu Ye took a few deep breaths, as if trying to restrain himself: "I try Everything I can think of except his birthday and my birthday is wrong, all wrong! How do you know the password?"

Don't blame you, the password is the day I met you, a day that is not important to you at all, how could you think of it.

"I don't know, I just pressed it casually." Ning Juechen himself felt that these words were not convincing, he took a step back unconsciously, and was pulled back by Xu Ye twisting his wrist.Xu Ye's eyes were on fire, and he repeated that sentence stubbornly: "How do you know?!"

Why does Lu Juelan know the password of the computer?Why would he know what happened on the night of the college entrance examination?Why did he know about the conversation between himself and Chenchen?And this look appeared again, the pitiful and cowardly begging eyes like a kitten, why is it so similar?It seems that every time I will admit my mistake, every time!

Ning Juechen felt that his wrist was about to be crushed by Xu Ye, and he pulled his hand out in pain while breaking away Xu Ye's fingers that were holding him tightly.Xu Ye finally let go, and he stared absently at the wrist in front of him for a long time, which was marked with the crimson finger marks he had left just now, but there was no butterfly-shaped burn.

Xu Ye thought he must be crazy.

He slumped down on the edge of the bed with his head in his arms, and the warning was without any deterrent force, like some light dream: "Don't touch his things in the future."

"I'm sorry!" Ning Juechen hurriedly backed out clutching his wrist, almost tripping himself, "Well... I'll go see how the soup is cooking." Xu Yi smiled wryly, look, even this sentence It also resembles "I'm sorry" that Chen used to like to say most.In the past, he least wanted to hear Ning Juechen's sorry, but now he can't even hear it.

That day when Xu Ye waited for the soup to be cooked, he took the thermos bucket and the newly bought clothes and left in a hurry. He came and went without a trace, as if he never showed up.He only took away the soup, picked up a few sticky yams, shaved off some minced meat, and left the rest for Ning Juechen's dinner.

Ning Juechen filled a bowl of soup and sat down. He was afraid that Xu Ye would taste the same taste as before, so he deliberately put less seasoning, and it tasted very bland.He unconsciously added several spoonfuls of salt, until the end was so salty that the tip of his tongue became bitter.

Everything was like countless pasts repeating themselves. He waited for Xu Ye to come back, watched Xu Ye walk away without looking back, and waited for him to come back next time.He suddenly felt that the previous years were very boring—and now it is not interesting.

As soon as Ning Juechen logged into the social software at night, he was overwhelmed by messages from the same person. His phone was so vibrated that his hands were numb. He replied two words: [Senior], and the other party replied almost instantly: [Are you back? ? ? ]

Ning Juechen didn't have time to speak at all, and the news over there immediately popped up one after another like a bombardment: [You still know to come back, friend? ? ?What are you doing? ? ? ] [From October to now! ! !Almost four months! ! ! QQ and WeChat all do not return calls and cannot get through! ! ! ][Did you know that I managed to get you a new serial from the editor-in-chief just now, and then you suddenly disappeared from the world? ? ? ] [How do you want me to explain? ? ? ]

It took Ning Juechen a long time to deduct three words: [I was wrong...] The other party also stopped typing for a long time, and sent a sentence: [I just said to the author as an editor, what I want to ask is This sentence, are you okay? ] Ning Juechen typed [fortunately] after thinking about it and then deleted it, and finally went back to [um].

Ning Juechen's name is H. His real name is Qiu Hui. He is the editor of "Pompeii" and his senior at the same university. However, they didn't know each other at school, but they discovered it by chance during a chat.After Qiu Hui knew Ning Juechen's real name, he always felt familiar, so he asked about the school, and then he remembered: he and Ning Juechen had taken the same public elective course.

At that time, Qiu Hui was just a senior in college, and he found a job very early and signed a tripartite contract. He had nothing to do and went to a few public elective courses on Japanese literature appreciation.Their school is a science-oriented school, but this kind of liberal arts courses are very popular. Every class is full. Qiu Hui entered the classroom 10 minutes late, and there were no seats left.

A boy came to the podium to make a class presentation, and he was talking about "Don't Let Me Go".At that time, Kazuo Ishiguro had not yet won the Nobel Prize, so he should be regarded as a relatively unpopular writer. Qiu Hui was quite surprised that a student who was not a literature major would notice this author.At that time, Ning Juechen was only a freshman. Although he was fast, he was very thin and had narrow shoulders. He looked like a child.

The child just said a few words before bending down and pointing the mouse with his fingers to turn back the ppt: "Today I want to introduce to you a Japanese-British writer. Strictly speaking, his works should not be regarded as Japanese literature... "Chou Hui could tell from afar that he was blushing with nervousness, and the frequency of blinking skyrocketed, flickering and flickering, not daring to look under the podium.

In fact, this class is not mandatory for everyone to give a speech, it is voluntary to sign up, although he is not good at speaking in front of so many people, but Ning Juechen really wanted to share this book, so he bit the bullet and took it .At the beginning, it was almost impossible to speak clearly after stuttering, but it was much better to slowly enter the state.

Objectively speaking, the speech was not bad, and Qiu Hui just stood there for the whole class to listen to him.In the end, Ning Juechen breathed a sigh of relief, and was accidentally magnified many times by the microphone, and several girls in the front row gathered together and laughed.Ning Juechen walked off the podium and ran all the way back to his seat to sit down, blushing from his neck to his face again.

Qiu Hui felt that this junior looked soft, like a timid rabbit.

Later, he went to every class on time. There are two or three hundred people in this big class, depending on fate, sometimes you can meet and sometimes you can't.Later, when the class ended, he never saw this elementary school boy again.