Mu Zhiqiu

Chapter 42

In the evening, Iwaki knocked on the door.Ziqiu, who had been catching up on sleep all day, finally woke up.She smiled sweetly at Rockwood outside the door.

"Go to my house for dinner." Yan Mu still said lightly.

"Really!" She was so happy.Has he changed his mind, is he ready to accept me.Ziqiu hopped down the stairs briskly on tiptoe, she followed closely behind him, stepping on his shadow.

The moment Iwaki opened the door, the aroma wafted through his nostrils.

"It's so rich." Ziqiu looked at the table full of dishes, all of which she liked.

"Eat."

"Thank you, Officer Xu." Ziqiu looked at Yanmu affectionately.

"Sit down." Yanmu pulled the stool away and let Ziqiu sit down.

"When did you learn to cook!"

"Try it, if it suits your appetite." Yanmu picked up a large piece of twice-cooked pork for her.

"Well, it smells so good. It tastes like the one I made." Ziqiu said while eating.

"Tomorrow, you go home." Yanmu lowered his eyes and lowered his head, holding the mouth of the bowl tightly with both hands.He frowned, looking at the white rice in the bowl.

"What?" Ziqiu didn't understand, and put down the chopsticks near his mouth again.She looked at him suspiciously, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

"Tomorrow, you and Ai Jia will go back to City A." He raised his head and looked at the surprised Ziqiu with firm and non-negotiable eyes.

"I really hope I get out of here!" Ziqiu was heartbroken.Looking at his deep and determined eyes blurred with tears.

"Yeah." Yanmu stood up, turned and went to the study.

Pain, countless pains, gathered from all directions.Ziqiu closed his eyes, letting tears flow from the corners of his eyes to the corners of his mouth so clearly, and into his mouth.The salty and bitter taste burst through the throat.

After all, it's just wishful thinking.It's a dream I created for myself.Maybe she should have thought of it before coming here.Yes, she should be able to think of it, maybe she did think about it for a moment, but she just didn't believe it.

He doesn't like her, only Ruoran lives in her heart forever.If so, you are the happiest woman, yes, the happiest woman in the world.If you can give her one percent, no, one thousandth, or even one ten thousandth of the love he gave you, even such a small love will be a great happiness to Ziqiu.

Ziqiu looked at a table full of food, at least he cooked for her himself.It is a living meal that can be touched, it is a meal that can fill her stomach and get warmth, and it is a meal that she can only miss forever in the days to come.

She was not in a hurry, and ate bit by bit.Yes, she had to have a full stomach, and she would not miss home when she was full, and she would not miss him any more.

Such delicious food, how can I not taste it.what to do?Ziqiu covered his face anxiously, sobbing softly.No, you must be full.

She raised her head, wiped away her tears with her hands, and ate gulps until her mouth was full of greasy food, until her gastric juices rolled and she felt like vomiting.Ziqiu stood up, ran to the bathroom, and vomited wildly.The world was spinning, and she felt that her internal organs and six lungs were about to be vomited out, and she lay on the toilet and coughed rapidly.

"Ziqiu!" Yanmu held back his tears and ran over to hug her.

"It's okay." Ziqiu restrained her emotions and stood up.

"Thank you for dinner." She turned to leave.

Yanmu was left behind, standing there blankly, looking helplessly at her lonely back.

Back at the residence, Ziqiu took a paintbrush and drew and tore up over and over again.Draw until she is satisfied, and he is no longer the one he painted before.So strange, really strange.

She sat by the window, looking at the dark night.She actually felt a sense of loneliness that she had never felt before, like a rope slowly strangling her.She felt that it was difficult to breathe, her chest was convulsed and tight, and she kicked heavily.

There was a deathly silence in the room.Puppet-like furniture silently fills the empty room.Only the pair of pink slippers at the door seemed to be alive.

She forgot to put on her shoes and stepped on the cold floor.Stomach hurt, she got up and ran to the bathroom, vomited for a while, and crawled back to bed.Close your eyes tightly, you can only hear your own steady breathing.

Go to sleep, she pulled the quilt over and buried her body tightly under the quilt.A burst of warmth hit her, and her heart trembled.What a luxury, your warmth.So close, so far!

This night was the longest night in her life.

The next day, she lay in bed all day.After noon, check the time, it's three o'clock in the afternoon.She got up and packed her things, taking the key to Xu Yanmu's house.It was her spare when he was in the hospital.I thought that she might be able to become its master.But now, in her eyes, all she could see was that even the key was looking at her pitifully.

Open the room, empty.Go to the study and put down the picture you drew last night.

"Are you sad too?" Ziqiu looked at the portrait in the painting and said to himself.

She sat quietly for a long time, take his breath away.Estimating when he was about to leave work, she made him a bowl of noodles and left alone.

When Xu Yanmu came home from get off work, he saw noodles and keys on the table.His eyes flushed, and he sighed.She is really gone, really gone, and a sense of loss arises spontaneously.

He searched in the whole house, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, study. . . . .Knowing she's not here anymore.But I still want to find a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of hope that I want to work hard to obliterate.

When he saw the painting on the table, he was stunned.The painting was so much like his former self.Yes, he seems to have already forgotten what he looked like before.

Eyes wet with tears were also crying, and Ziqiu's touching eyes appeared in his mind.

Looking at the row of small characters under the painting, his hard heart was melted, and he lay on the table crying like a child.

One day in the future, if you turn back, I will still be waiting for you at the same place.

------ Ziqiu

Yan Mu looked at the opposite room, the lights were not on all night.

It seems that she really left.He felt empty in his heart, but he still didn't have the courage to knock on the door to confirm, fearing that it would be difficult to close the water.

He sat in the living room all night.

Ziqiu watched him in the dark room without sleep all night.

Thousands of times in her heart she wanted to rush downstairs, hug him, beg him to keep her, and keep her by his side.It must be difficult for him.So be it.As long as you feel good, I can do anything.

The next day, it was still dark.Ziqiu left with his luggage on his back.

When passing the Jokhang Temple, she saw many worshipers.The building is beautiful and resplendent.They saluted devoutly and persistently, so solemnly.

Ziqiu looked up at the gloomy sky, it looked like it was going to rain, but the worshipers didn't have the slightest intention of avoiding it, they still stood upright and kowtowed their long heads meticulously.

If you can pray for his happiness and well-being, just once.She imitated those pious appearances, lying on the cold ground, once, twice. . . . .The palms were rubbed red, and the knees ached.She loved him as she loved herself, perhaps more than she loved herself.But it was over, and it was over.So many years of reluctance and attachment are over in one sentence.

Ziqiu looked at those bright lights with tears in his eyes. Those flickering lights were so warm, just like his smile. With a smile, she tried her best to support herself one last time, and collapsed on the ground.

The author has something to say:

valley night

like a fleeing cloud

Cover up mushroom red lips

rushing stream

world of rocks

Surrounded by the crumbled shadows of the moonlight

so close

so far away

where will it go

polymerization

Separate

Disdain to be broken into pieces

in the endless distance

in this endless night

The cold wind blows the yellowing leaves

caring for withered flowers

so close

so far away