Horse head wall

After successfully logging in to QQ and WeChat, the first thing Wang Hongli did was to check whether Tao Huan had sent him a message.Not in WeChat, but there are two sentences in QQ, the date shows the beginning of the year, both are, "I miss you".

Wang Hongli tapped the keyboard to reply to Tao Xuan, typed to delete, deleted and typed again, the expression of the input method was very pale, he gave up the network communication, and prepared to make a long-distance call.

The phone should not fail during the summer vacation, he thought to himself.

Fingers on the keyboard to input the eleven numbers that he has already mastered by heart.

After a few beeps before the call, the boy's familiar voice said, "Hello."

"Yuzai, it's me." Wang Hongli said softly.

After hearing Wang Hongli's voice on the other end of the phone, there was no sound at all, as if the sound had been muted, and the silence tugged at Wang Hongli's heart.

"Yuzai, I've changed my phone."

"I didn't have time to tell you when I transferred to another school last semester. At that time, my mother took me away after completing the transfer procedures. I wanted to say goodbye to you, but your class was in class at the time. I wanted to tell you on WeChat and QQ. But the mobile phone can’t receive messages or calls for no reason, and I can’t log in to QQ or WeChat.”

Wang Hongli said anxiously, the explanation was long overdue after a whole semester.

Tao Xuan listened quietly.

"I'm sorry." Wang Hongli apologized subconsciously. After he finished speaking, he was taken aback. This sentence appeared between him and Tao Xuan for the first time. They had never said the word "sorry" to each other before.

"I do not blame you."

Although Tao Xuan himself did not admit it, Wang Hongli clearly felt that Tao Xuan was angry, and there was a deep resentment buried under Tao Xuan's seemingly calm attitude.No matter how much he coaxes him, no matter how persistently he shares funny video clips with Tao Xuan, Tao Xuan is still lukewarm, and always responds with a few emotionally clichéd phrases.

Wang Hongli couldn't get it right in his heart, so he watched Tao Huan's attitude getting weaker and weaker.

Memories are like a vortex, involving all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the past, stirring them into an unrecognizable appearance.In the end, the unique mood of each moment is smeared into a blurred double image by time, and gradually, no matter how enthusiastic the moment is, it will become indifferent.

Guangzhou.

The curtains were drawn in the room, it was pitch black, the mobile phone on the bedside table occasionally turned on and vibrated, and one or two insignificant app advertisements popped up, Wang Hongli curled up on the bed lying on his side, the surrounding was quiet and only his own breathing could be heard The sound and the ticking of the clock in the living room made him turn over and lie on his back.

He almost recalled the past all over.

Time ticked past his ears, shrill meows floated in from the window, and the person lying on his back lifted off the towel covering his whole body, leaving only one corner of it on his belly.

The sheets were a little damp, and the smell of laundry detergent entered Wang Hongli's nose, carrying the smell of wooden furniture that no one had slept on for a long time.

Xia Feng slipped into the room along the open window, the soft wind was blowing comfortably, Wang Hongli still felt irritable, he closed his eyes, sweat profuse on his forehead, tossed and turned, unable to calm down, taking deep breaths in vain, like a bird Fish on the grill.There was a beating sound of the heart, the blood was pumping happily, and the nerves on the forehead were also beating together. Wang Hongli gave up the psychological suggestion, his brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, he opened his eyes suddenly, and let out a heavy breath.

Thinking too much, can't sleep.

The mobile phone showed 2:00 in the morning. Wang Hongli sat by the bed and meditated for a while. He put on his shoes and hooked his feet and walked to the living room. He slept in the room where Uncle Tao used to live. The door of the room was ajar, and it was dark and silent.

Bian Mu is nestled on its puppy pad, the curtains in the living room are not drawn, and the dim street lights and various city neon lights come in through the glass, making the living room look like the background of a zombie TV series in the 80s, cold and gloomy.When Bian Mu heard the movement, he raised his eyelids, and when he saw that it was Wang Hongli, he closed them again.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the kennel, Wang Hongli watched Bian Mu sleeping. The dog was lying on the kennel, its fluffy mass undulating with the rhythm of breathing. The faint snoring sound leaked from the dog's nose, and the cold floor was pressed against the body. Fever, he moved his position and changed to a place where he continued to look at Bian Mu who was sleeping. Bian Mu was still sleeping peacefully. Wang Hongli reached out and touched the dog's head. The soft fur lay on the palm of his hand, gradually soothing the restless people.

early morning.

Wang Hongli's hand was arched by a hot and furry thing, he waved it, put his hand in front of his chest and pressed his head, avoiding the annoying fur and the glare of the sun, the hot and furry thing persevered, Boldly jumping onto the bed, his two paws continued to pull Wang Hongli's arm. He was half asleep and half awake and rubbed his hands on the dog as Mao Dongxi wished. body.

Wang Hongli's stomach was stepped on by the dog's paw, and he almost vomited out the overnight meal.

"Don't you know how much you weigh?!"

The loud roar spread to the living room. Tao Xuan, who had finished his dog run, was frightened. The hand holding the glass trembled slightly, and the milk trembled in the glass.

Gouzi, who didn't know it after doing bad things, ran into the living room with brisk steps, took out a small toy and played happily.

The door of the room was pulled to the end, and the floor-absorbing stone made a "click". Wang Hongli put on his clothes and walked out the door, looking at Tao Yao in the living room who was having breakfast with his back turned to him, feeling a little embarrassed, do you want to say hello, he thought.

He and Wang Yi didn't have the habit of saying good morning to each other in the morning at home, but staying at someone's house last night, it seemed a little rude not to say hello, good morning? Hello?Wang Hongli was a little uncertain how to greet him.

"Wandering boy?"

The familiar name came out of his mouth without hesitation, and Wang Hongli was taken aback. He hadn't called Tao Yao like that for a long time.

The milk in the cup bottomed out, and the microwave oven in the kitchen stopped with a "beep". Tao Xuan heard Wang Hongli calling him, and the box of the old time was knocked open by the word "Yuanzi", and the flood of memories flooded into his head like a flood. In the middle, accompanied by the unique humidity and mist of Huizhou.

After all, he still couldn't cry out, "Good morning, are you up? The rice rolls are in the microwave, I'll get them."

Wang Hongli watched Tao wander into the kitchen.

Since the meeting yesterday, the conversation between the two has been normal, but Wang Hongli's anxiety has become more and more serious. The anxiety is not the panic and restraint of being in an unfamiliar environment. He can't figure out what kind of anxiety it is, but, He could clearly feel that Tao Xuan was engaged in a cold war with him without the form of a cold war. Tao Yao was very polite, just like he used to treat every acquaintance in Awan and Heping Mountain Village, very educated.Intimacy and trust are pressed at the bottom of the box by time, and a gap called alienation is opened between them.

Tao Xuan sat on the sofa, groping for something with his mobile phone, the bright light of the screen shone on his face, bright and dark.

After finishing eating rice rolls, Wang Hongli washed the dishes and sat down on the sofa with bare hands. The two of them were silent for a while.

Wang Hongli boredly looked at the living room by the light. There were cabinets around the wall to display the exhibits. He had sharp eyes and found a familiar thing. It was lying quietly in the corner of the cabinet. A long time ago, it was the conch that Wang Hongli brought back from Ningbo for Tao Xuan during the summer vacation of the third grade.

Unexpectedly, he still kept it, and Wang Hongli was silently happy for a while.

Wang Yi sent a WeChat message to Wang Hongli in the morning, urging him to go back to Suzhou tomorrow afternoon, telling him not to play openly for the next two days, and to consider volunteering. The news said that she only had time to fill out volunteering together tomorrow night, and she would have to do it the day after tomorrow. Leaving for Shanghai to study, I have no time to take care of him.

"Where do you want to go to play?" The voice of the person next to him was like the sound of a plucked piano, clear and pleasant.

Wang Hongli said casually.

Tao Xuan took Wang Hongli for a long time to stroll around the sandy surface. Wang Hongli took a lot of photos with his mobile phone, but none of them were of people, all of them were scenes.

I was going back to Tao Yao's house, but Wang Hongli suddenly remembered, "There is a place I want to go."

The Sacred Heart Basilica in the city center.

As for why he wanted to come to this church, Wang Hongli couldn't tell. Maybe he saw the Sacred Heart Cathedral among the top ten scenic spots in Guangzhou when he was looking for a hotel on the Internet.

Near the closing time of the church, there are only scattered tourists visiting here. The Gothic Catholic church built of granite masonry stands solemnly between the sky and the earth in a solidified form. The steeper it goes up, the final cone is like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

The arches in the church are very high, and the flying buttresses and flying buttresses give the whole church a sense of upward extension. The stained glass windows are embedded in the walls on both sides of the stone chamber, and the direct light is softened through the colored windows. many.Some people are singing poems faintly, and the ethereal music echoes in the stone room.

The kind and solemn religious atmosphere infected Wang Hongli, a non-religious group, and an invisible lofty and sacred emotion quietly grew in his heart.

Some tourists sat on the chairs of the stone church and felt it. Wang Hongli and Tao Xuan walked under the arched gates on both sides. Wang Hongli's casual viewing eyes were attracted by an old lady.

The old lady was sitting in the first row of church chairs, with her back bent, her hands folded in front of her chest, and she was muttering something.

When Wang Hongli got closer, he heard the old lady's intermittent weeping, which made people feel sad. A volunteer wearing a little red vest next to her was talking to her. Wang Hongli couldn't understand Cantonese, so he was about to give up and stepped back. When he arrived, Tao Huan stood behind him, supporting Wang Hongli who was crooked, "What are they talking about?" He lowered his voice and asked Tao Huan.

"The volunteers of the church asked my grandma to leave early, and the mass is about to be held. This grandma has been staying here for several days, and she stayed here for a whole day."

The volunteers were still persuading helplessly, and the old lady begged to let her stay for a while, and then left.

"She is praying for her family, and her family is sick," Tao Xuan's deep voice rang in Wang Hongli's ear.

The old lady lowered her head even lower, like every believer when facing God, humble and pious.

The singing that floated in the church stopped, leaving only the echo of weeping in the huge stone chamber.

Those who have been abandoned by the world hold their broken souls in both hands, and pray again and again, trying to piece together the scattered hopes. The church covers all living beings with its glorious veil, and those who kneel at the feet of God long for favor But under the dome becomes extremely small.

Wang Hongli couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and walked out of the church with Tao Xuan.

The sky outside the church was far away, and Wang Hongli's feeling of depression was slightly relieved by the broad vision. He glanced at Tao Huan beside him. Although Tao Huan had a normal expression, his mouth was tightly pursed.

Alarm bells were ringing in Wang Hongli's heart. Judging from his experience of getting along with Tao Huan for so many years, Tao Huan was sad.

"What's wrong?" he asked concerned.

"After I transferred to Guangzhou to study, I often come to this church." Tao Xuan looked at the white pigeons spreading their wings in the distance, and said calmly.

"In times of despair, always hope that God exists."

Wang Hongli felt a little uncomfortable. He knew that Grandma Tao passed away when Tao Xuan was a sophomore in high school. He habitually wanted to raise his arms to give Tao Ling a hug, but held back.

He dare not.

They were clearly separated for only two years, but now they seem like familiar strangers.

What are the two of them?

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After the end, there will be an episode to fill in the gap after the two separated.Will this chapter turn abruptly?Again, thanks for the support!Continue to ask for favorites and comments hehe (○｀3′○)