four year itch

After Ye Jia woke up, she sat on the bed numbly for a long time.He is off today, and he has enough time to spend in a daze.Then he started to pack his luggage. He had very few things, and the bits and pieces only weighed a backpack. Maybe he had a hunch from the beginning that this would be the result.

Probably because he was afraid that he would think too much when he woke up, Shen Qingchuan sent him a message, "Xiao Jia, are you almost finished with your minacipran tablets? Doctor Tao just asked me to remind you that it's time to come to the hospital for a follow-up visit. "

As if nothing happened, he is really a person who is too gentle.

But he couldn't stay here anymore, not because he was ashamed of what happened yesterday, nor because he didn't have the courage to face Shen Qingchuan, he just couldn't accept Shen Qingchuan's kindness so unscrupulously anymore.He clearly knew that he couldn't give Shen Qingchuan what he wanted.

He turned off his cell phone, took that small backpack, and left Shen Qingchuan's house.

Today's weather is not good, the sky is dark, like it's raining, it's so hot that people can't breathe, Ye Jia found a hotel to stay temporarily, he still has some savings on hand, which can let him Take your time and find a place to live.

He opened the window of the room, sat on the bed and sent a message to Shen Qingchuan, "Qingchuan, I moved away, don't worry about me, give me some time."

A text message was deleted, deleted, edited, and it took nearly half an hour to send it even though it was only a few words. After sending it, he turned off his phone, and lay down on the bed tiredly with his eyes closed.

It’s just that the sky didn’t come true, a thunder blasted the sky, Ye Jia suddenly opened his eyes, the sky that had been sinking for a long time was finally released freely, the sky was dark and the sky was pouring down with rain, the windows were shaken by the strong wind, and the rain was crackling from the windows The ground came in, and after a while, the entire window sill was soaked with water, and then flowed down the table to the floor, making the room wet.

Ye Jia hurriedly got up and closed the window, and carefully wiped the window sill with a paper towel. The confined space made him irritable, and the thunder outside the window gradually overlapped with that night at Xu's house.Memories are like a river flowing backwards, and the old days that he doesn't want to think of are flashing in his mind at this moment.

The warmth of Xu Ruibai's palm in the dark, the lonely back of Xu Ruibai under the white light, the last bouquet of roses in the messy studio, the "Happy New Year" that spanned 700 kilometers on New Year's Eve, the kiss on the river bank that seemed to burn himself out ...and the hug in less than three seconds in front of the bus stop.

"Change" is change, and change never equals "better".

He tossed the dripping tissue in the trash, paced the room, and then frantically emptied the contents of his backpack.

He desperately needs a cigarette.

Ye Jia has no addiction to smoking, he only needs cigarettes occasionally to calm his irritability.

But he rummaged through the entire backpack but couldn't find the pack of cigarettes, obviously, he didn't take it away from Shen Qingchuan's house.

He had no medicine or cigarettes, and there was no one around him, and he couldn't make any calls for help. He had to fight this inescapable panic alone.

Ye Jia bought cigarettes at a convenience store, but it was still raining, and he didn't have an umbrella, so he was drenched all over, and stood awkwardly under the eaves of the convenience store, smoking a cigarette.He would rather wait for the rain to stop than buy an umbrella.

He thought, anyway, it was wet all over, and he was not in a hurry to go back anyway.

Looking at the rain falling into the clouds through the smoke, watching the dying neon lights, watching the dark waves winding around, the whole city seems to be shrouded in illusion, and the people trapped in the rain are struggling to swim forward. There is a possibility of drowning.

He is not skilled in holding cigarettes, but it is very similar to Xu Ruibai. Xu Ruibai likes to hold the top end of the cigarette butt with his index finger and middle finger, so every time he makes a smoking motion, he seems to be kissing his own knuckles.More than one fan has said that this Xu Ruibai is very sexy, but in fact only Ye Jia knows, he just wants to keep his slender fingers from getting yellow.Because he never smoked a whole cigarette.

When Xu Ruibai was smoking, Ye Jia often felt that he was lonely.

Different from the bright demands of loneliness, loneliness is a more cunning word, as if to say, I didn't say I want it, but you should take the initiative to give it to me.

He found himself thinking about Xu Ruibai again.But he didn't deliberately think about Xu Ruibai, he just happened to melt every moment of thinking of him unintentionally into the passing time.So he became more and more like Xu Ruibai, and then more and more like Xu Ruibai, in a vicious circle.

A closed ring is an open one, that is, a ring that appears to be open is actually closed.

He consoled himself that he was just sick.

Ye Jia stubbed out the cigarette butt on the trash can, noticed the sight from his side, and slowly turned his face away.

That was a victim of the rainstorm, he quickly lowered his head the moment Ye Jia turned his face, and Ye Jia didn't have time to see his face clearly.

He was wearing a black hat, but he was completely wet by the unexpected heavy rain. The water droplets ran along the brim of the hat, ran through his long hair, and flowed from the mask into his long neck.The wet clothes stuck to his body in a very uncomfortable posture, making him look very thin.The rain runs along the panel, forming a small ocean in his domain.

He didn't want to meet Ye Jia's eyes, so he bent his back slightly and turned away.

However, Ye Jia took this opportunity to look at him boldly. His fingers were very slender, and he was holding the drawing board in his hand forcefully at the moment, and the veins on the back of his hand were slightly raised due to excessive force.

——It is a pair of hands that are very suitable for drawing.

Ye Jia felt very familiar, but he still couldn't remember where he had seen someone similar to him, maybe at the corner of the road, at the door of the shelter, or on the bench next to the garbage dump.

In short, they all share a common name, Tramp.

Everyone dreams of being a vagabond, but no one ever dreams of being a vagabond.No one would associate a tramp with words such as a traveler, a wanderer, and a dreamer, but in fact they seem to be essentially the same.

"Want to smoke?" Ye Jia handed over the cigarette case in his hand, and walked a few steps in his direction.

But the man moved two steps to the other side with hostility, silently rejected his invitation, Ye Jia stopped moving forward, and silently lit another cigarette.A distance away from a convenience store, they silently listened to the sound of "Welcome" coming from behind them. At the same time, the aroma of coffee and bread was transmitted, which made people feel like they were in the world of fireworks.

Strange to say, Ye Jia actually felt full around a stranger he didn't know.

None of them moved.Eyelashes wet by rain only dared to stare ahead, fearing that a slight movement would extinguish this vague illusion.

Such a good time didn't last long, Ye Jia had just made up his mind to leave, the strange man had already rushed into the heavy rain, Ye Jia watched the back of the other party disappear from sight, and it took a long time to turn around.

Where the man had just stood, lay a brand new umbrella quietly.

Ye Jia hesitated for a moment, bent down to pick up the umbrella, and walked into the rain with it.

It wasn't until late at night that Ye Jia dared to turn on the phone, and unexpectedly received a message from Shen Qingchuan.Apart from reminding him to go to the hospital for examination on time, Shen Qingchuan didn't mean to force him to go back, he just said, "I look forward to seeing you as soon as possible."

In addition, Ye Jia also received a private message on the BP account where Ye Jia posted.

【CX330】After reading all Dafa's articles on BP, how can it be so good!Do you really have no plans to write a long story?