four year itch

Maybe life is going well, and the taste of the years is getting weaker and weaker these years.The word "New Year" is like a noun that cannot be concretized, and there is no such thing as a strong emotion.It was only after hearing the noisy voice of the host on the TV show, watching his parents shuttle through the busy room, and smelling the smell of bacon brought all the way from City A, that Ye Jia realized that it was really going to be a year away.

In the afternoon, Shen Qingchuan kept his promise and sent himself a photo of Bolivia. The two stood in the middle of the Uyuni Salt Flats. The sky was as pure as heaven, and the two seemed to be walking among the clouds.There are also flamingos all over the lake, and alpacas that can be seen everywhere.Seeing it, Ye Jia called out envy.

It seems that Bai Xiaoyu brought his Mr. Orange Blossom back to City A. As for what happened, Ye Jia thought, after the New Year, Bai Xiaoyu would be eager to tell himself.

Everyone seems to have changed a little this year, but this year he had a particularly dreamy life.The memory of the past is actually very weak. In many cases, people's memory is not connected by substantive things, but by some emotions, rearranging or forging some stories.

He just remembers going through the whole year with a mixture of relief and exhaustion, destroying and rebuilding himself, moving away from old stories, meeting different people, and starting new ones.

Ye Jia turned on the phone and sent a message to CX330: Have you had the New Year's Eve dinner yet?

Before waiting for the other party's news, I heard Ms. Chen Jing's roar, accompanied by the crisp sound of plates colliding with the table: "Everyone only knows to hold a mobile phone. Do you want to eat the New Year's Eve dinner?"

Ye Jia trembled three times, hurriedly stuffed the phone back into her pocket, and said, "Mom, I'll help you!"

"Forget it, what do you know?" A mid-spirited voice came from the kitchen.

Ye Jia and Ye Hemin looked at each other helplessly, and both got into the small kitchen.

"What are you all doing here!"

"Crowded to death."

"Get out and get out."

Xu Ruibai ran all the way downstairs where Ye Jia lived, bent over, calmed down his shortness of breath, and also calmed down some thoughts.

Ah Cha and CX330 have known each other for nearly half a year. They have similar personalities, talk about everything, and happen to live in the same city.

Maybe they have entered the same restaurant, used the same water glass; walked through the same bookstore, read the same book; boarded the same bus, sat in the same seat, looked up at the starry sky at the same moment, and lived under the same roof I have seen rainy days, or, I have rubbed shoulders on the same street.

They are so close yet so far away, they can meet at any time and disappear at any time.

Ah Cha told CX330 that he would bring his parents to City G for the New Year this year, and also implicitly hinted that maybe they could come out and meet for the New Year.

Ah Cha wants to see CX330, and CX330 also wants to see Ah Cha.

Now, as long as he steps on this level of stairs, Ah Cha can see CX330.

——But does Ye Jia want to see Xu Ruibai?

Through the foggy windows, Xu Ruibai could vaguely glimpse the lively atmosphere inside.

So, what kind of identity should he meet Ye Jia now?It is far from the time to meet, he will only ruin CX330 and Ah Cha.He was too impulsive.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated twice, Xu Ruibai took it out to check, it was from Ah Cha: "Have you eaten the New Year's Eve dinner?"

Xu Ruibai typed two words, but did not press the send button.

——At least, it would be good to hear his voice.

Xu Ruibai had changed into the phone card that Cheng Jun helped him get a long time ago.Xu Ruibai's hands trembled when he pressed the familiar number.

It was only at this moment that Xu Ruibai felt the coldness. Because of running just now, there was a layer of sweat on his back, and his clothes were sticky to his body. Now when the cold wind blows, his lips can't stop trembling.

"Beep—beep—beep—" the mechanical sound was like a countdown, and every sound hit Xu Ruibai's heart.

"Hello, who is it?" The voice came from the other end of the microphone, with a reassuring force.

When the phone rang, Ye Jia was helping Chen Jing chop a piece of green onion in the kitchen.Seeing an unfamiliar number, Ye Jia didn't want to answer it at first. He couldn't think of who would call him on New Year's Eve, but he was afraid that it was really the parents of the students who were in a hurry.So he pressed the answer button and walked out of the kitchen.

"Hello, who?" Ye Jia asked.

No sound.

When passing by the living room, Ye Jia signaled Ye Ming to turn down the volume of the TV, then walked to the balcony of the room, and closed the door: "Hello? How are you?"

Still no sound.

Ye Jia frowned, held the phone in front of his eyes, and checked to make sure it was connected.A strange thought flashed through his mind, and he asked tentatively, "Xu Ruibai?"

The breath on the other end of the phone seemed to be flustered, and then there was the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, as if sensing the other party's next move, Ye Jia called out shortly, "Don't hang up."

The voice quieted down, and a few seconds later, a familiar voice rang in his ears through the continuous transmission of electricity, Xu Ruibai said, "It's me."

Ye Jia looked up and saw the flying snowflakes, which were covered with a gray-yellow film coat by the street lamps. Everything was floating like an echo in a microphone, hovering over the city, and there was a huge silence.

"you……"

"you……"

The two voices sounded at the same time, and then died down at the same time.

Ye Jia smiled softly and asked, "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing fine. How about you?"

"I'm fine too."

Ye Jia felt that Xu Ruibai seemed to have changed, became gentle, restrained, and cautious.

"Pay attention to your body, if you need anything... you can call me." Xu Ruibai said.

"Ah."

——Will you really fight?

The sound of the door lock turning came from behind, and Chen Jing poked her head out from behind the door: "Xiaojia, it's time for dinner."

He was sure that Xu Ruibai had also heard Chen Jing's voice, and he said, "Then I'll hang up."

"it is good."

Saying this, neither of them hung up. In this short three seconds, neither of them made a sound, listening to the other's breathing quietly.

"Ye Jia, happy new year." Xu Ruibai said.

Memory is like two rivers separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, murmuringly converging together.The mildness of mixed cedar, the sweetness of roses, the curling of tobacco, and a street lamp two meters away.

Xu Ruibai was wearing a black coat and a white sweater, and came from [-] kilometers away. When he heard his footsteps, he turned around with a smile on his eyes and eyebrows.With just one glance, they hugged and kissed together.

"Happy New Year." Ye Jia laughed.

Xu Ruibai stretched out his hand, and a few snowflakes fell on his palm.This full of white, gentle and peaceful, soothes all the wandering souls.

Ye Jia, I believe that all displaced people will eventually find their homes.

Ye Jia, I am waiting for this day to come.

In the depths of the night, the black Range Rover stayed in the snow for a while, and then disappeared into the darkness. The traces left on the ground were quickly covered by white snow, as if they had never existed.

The bell in the city center strikes twelve o'clock at midnight, and everyone cheers for the arrival of the new year. The web of fate is wrapped into a cocoon, and everyone is cocooning themselves by following the clues of the past.

"Hello, Teacher Acha~ Yunhai's Spring Festival special issue this year is going to be a collection of outstanding works in the collection, and your essay "Confessions" will also be included. In addition, we plan to hold a signing event in March, at the venue City G, all new signers are invited to attend, do you have time to participate?"

On the first day of 2021, Ye Jia received such a message.