Indus sycamore

Eight

One day, on a whim, I happened to have enough ingredients at home, so I made black chicken soup for Feng Ya and wanted to go to the crew to give it to her.When they arrived, Feng Ya was discussing the script with Jiang Xia, unexpectedly——Jiang Xia was a young woman with long hair and a romantic literati air, but her eyes were as sharp as knives, as if they could point directly into people's hearts.

I didn't bother them until Jiang Xia changed the subject. "Feng Ya, do you really decide to retire after finishing this movie? I am very happy to work with you, but I believe you are not a person who is content with the status quo. We are very similar, so I can understand your ambition better , would you like to go to France with me to take another play? I personally adapted the novel [Floating Life and Setting Sun]."

Feng Ya chuckled, but didn't agree, she just said that she admired the novel very much.What I'm most worried about is Feng Ya's temperament, being straightforward and not content with the status quo.Just like the wind, irresistible, never leave.

I was afraid, I was inferior and I couldn't keep up with Feng Ya's pace, and it was because - I like stability and warmth by nature.

Feng Ya saw me, and said with some surprise: "A Li, why are you here?"

I handed the black chicken soup, and the answer was watertight. "I just arrived, and I'll bring you black chicken soup Bubu."

Feng Ya took it with a smile. After Jiang Xia said goodbye, she didn't forget to say something before leaving. "consider properly."

Feng Ya's expression was a little strange, and I was a little worried.But she said: "Ah Li, go and pick a softer and bigger sofa with me this weekend."

I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was a little puzzled. "Isn't the sofa at home very nice?"

Feng Ya smiled ambiguously, blinked her eyes, and was charming. "You don't understand, not every day you can let me sleep with you."

I coughed and slapped her on the back with one hand.Feng Ya held my hand instead, Qingcheng's face was serious and focused, making it unbearable to disturb.She said softly, "Ah Li, may I kiss you?"

I really feel that I didn't beat her hard enough just now, how can anyone answer this kind of question.Seeing that I didn't speak, Feng Ya's mouth curled up. "Just as you acquiesced." She kissed my lips, and my heart, which had been dull for many days, suddenly felt a sharp pain. Feng Ya's eyelashes drooped, she was serious and focused, and there was no flaw upon closer inspection.My tears flowed out somehow, Feng Ya was a little flustered, let go of me, and asked: "What's wrong? Ah Li, did I hurt you?"

I shook my head, she wiped away my tears, and smiled: "You wait for me at home." When I turned around, I was stunned, Mu Cheng was standing not far away, with a calm expression on his face.Against the light, so noble.

I thought it was an illusion, but she had already left.Feng Ya said: "She wants to see you, I told her the location of our crew, I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence." I managed to prop up the corners of my mouth, and there were no smile lines at the corners of my eyes. "Feng Ya, I'll wait for you at home."

I took a taxi back home, really worried about Mucheng.At seven o'clock, Feng Ya called and said that she would not come back for dinner. I packed up the leftovers, and the landline at home rang. Few people know the number of the landline. I was a little surprised. It's at the bar. "This is Yeli."

There was no response from the other side, and a male voice suddenly came, which was rather vague, and it didn't seem like it was speaking to a mobile phone. "Miss, are you drinking alone? Can our brothers accompany you to drink?"

With a bold guess in my mind, I hung up the phone and ran out to get a taxi. "Driver, go to the bar."

The driver was a middle-aged man, a little impatient, with an unauthentic Cockney accent. "Which bar to go to?" I froze. "Go to the few houses closest to here."

When I found Mucheng, she was already drunk by the gangsters, I took her to the nearest hotel, she opened her eyes in a daze, and stroked my face with both hands. "Ye Li, is that you?"

She suddenly cried with her head in her arms. "Ye Li, I miss you so much. You always refuse to answer my phone calls. I want to hear your voice. Ye Li."

I thought that time could wash away everything, just when I thought I was about to forget Mucheng, the moment she appeared in front of me, I understood that everything was futile.

She hugged me and pressed me on the bed. I lay on the bed, neither refusing nor pandering. My brain nerves have been numb and I need new stimulation.

Her temperature and breath are very familiar, we entangled, sat on the most primitive thing of human beings, and then embraced and fell asleep.

I was so exhausted that when I woke up Mucheng looked at me with red eyes.She said, "I'm sorry."

I hate her the most, and hate her for saying sorry.The red was dazzling on the white sheets.I smiled, put on my clothes calmly, and slapped Mucheng loudly. "Asshole! Since they're all gone, why come back?"

Mu Cheng lowered his head, looking helpless, with red palm marks on his porcelain-like cheeks.I stood up and gritted my teeth. "You obviously have Guo Wan. Feng Ya and I live a good life."

Mu Cheng looked anxiously. "No, I—" I looked at her condescendingly. "It's not what?" Mu Cheng was discouraged. "sorry."

I sneered and burst into tears. "You separated Xinlang and me, and kept cheating and concealing things. Now... But, why do I like you like this. The gentle sister who told me stories is dead, and she is dead in my heart."

Mucheng's face was pale, I opened the door and ran out.

I won't have anything to do with Mucheng anymore. It wasn't that she was sorry for me last night, it was just that I was a bitch and failed to refuse her.I hate her as much as I love her.

At night, I dreamed of Mucheng, she smiled softly, stretched out her fingers, and the sun set.Suddenly a black vortex dragged her down, and I burst into tears, then woke up.

[Nobleman] Finished, Feng Ya came back to accompany me.I had nightmares every day, my complexion was very bad, and my eyes were sunken.Feng is very worried about me.

I proposed to return to China, and Feng Ya agreed.I continued: "I'll go back alone. Feng Ya, let's break up."

Feng Ya was taken aback, she didn't ask why, and she wouldn't ask why with her pride.I said: "Go to France, there is still time to find Jiang Xia. Feng Ya, you are the wind, and I know you well. So you should not be held back by promises. The world is like a net. You are the wind, and you should pursue your own freedom. .”

Feng Ya hugged me. "Ah Li, goodbye. In short, you have to smile, and the future will be full of Yangguan oranges."

Later, when I saw Feng Ya again, it was only on the TV screen, she and Jiang Xia were holding hands, and facing the reporters, she showed her demeanor and frankness. "Some people say that my pace should not be held back, and Jiang Xia is my best choice."

The reporter asked: "Miss Feng Ya, is that person important to you?"

Feng Ya said calmly, "It's very important."

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When I went back to China, I went to drink Xinlang's child's full moon wine. It was raining that day, and he was already a father, so he became more calm and his career was booming.He was a little surprised to see me. "Ye Li, you are haggard."

In one year, I really haggard a lot.

I presented a tiger-skin hat, and Xin Lang's spirit has been out of shape. "Ye Li, the deceased is gone, don't be sad anymore."

I was stunned for a moment, wondering if Xin Lang chose the wrong person to talk to. "Why didn't I know that someone died recently?"

Xin Lang was stunned for a while, his eyes became more sad. "You can't lie to yourself, Mucheng is dead after all."

My heart sank. "Xin Lang, you picked the wrong partner for your joke. I have nothing to do with Mu Cheng."

Xin Lang was stunned: "You didn't know she was dead?"

Xin Lang didn't seem to be joking, my voice was a little raised: "Feng Ya and I went abroad. Yes, is it true?"

Xin Lang said: "She had a malignant tumor and died shortly after returning to China. You are not her..."

I couldn't control my hands and feet, and my whole body was cold: "Guo Wan is her girlfriend."

Xin Lang was surprised: "What are you talking about, isn't Guo Wan a child of Mucheng? They are not together."

I slumped on my seat, trying my best to resist the trembling of my voice. "Then let me ask you, when did Mucheng know that she had a malignant tumor?"

Xin Lang said: "I wouldn't have known about this kind of thing, but my father happened to be her attending doctor. The time, probably after you and I broke up, in February this year."

My whole body is cold, and my heart is like being immersed in an ice cellar.February this year was the month I disappeared, and in March, Mucheng told me that she was with Guo Wan.

Mucheng, Mucheng.That gentle and proud woman, no matter what, no one would think that she would pass away.I ran all the way to the cemetery in Mucheng. The rain soaked my hair and pierced my heart.I didn't go forward, a bunch of white bodhi seeds were placed in front of the tombstone, and Guo Wan stood in front of the tomb with an umbrella in his hand, with a kind of eternal sadness oozing out.

When you are born, you will come back, and when you die, you will love each other.

Mucheng smiled and lay on the sofa, reciting poems, the sun was pouring down, her favorite anime was playing on the TV, and on the tea table, there were half-peeled grapes.

But me and her, there is no love in life, and there is no love in death.The only thing left is regret.

——You are so useless, what will you do if I die.

——You will not be willing to leave me alone in the world.

I stepped into the lake step by step, the cold water gradually covered my nose, the water poured in, I didn't struggle, as if I saw Mu Cheng standing in front of me gently, just like seeing him for the first time.

Our misses are all lost to time.

Is the departure of the leaves the persistence of the wind or the reluctance of the trees?

The leaves leave, and finally fall to the soil and return to the roots.Fengguo was persistent, and finally gave up and left.I don't want to stay, just wait silently.

--I am back.

No one responded, only the little child sang aloud. "It's raining on Qingming again, Zheju will come to your side—"

Only the ashes of paper are scattered all over the place, and your smile is engraved on the stele.

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The author has something to say: I have been writing this article these days, so I haven't had time to make more dandy TVT