South of Chutian

Tang Heng felt a little funny - because when Wu Si said "he is my boyfriend", his first reaction was neither anger nor shock.

His first reaction was the scene he saw through the crack of the door in the central hospital.

The thin Zhao Xuelan leaned against Li Yuechi's body, as if leaning against a firm tree.

Tang Heng even wanted to ask her: "Then do you know Zhao Xuelan? Can you tell me the relationship between her and Li Yuechi first?"

Seeing that Tang Heng didn't respond, Wu Si said again: "We were together when we were juniors."

Tang Heng said coldly: "It's none of my business."

"Listen to me first." Wu Si lit another cigarette, the cigarette was thin and white, and the red diamonds on her fingertips were particularly bright, "I chased him on my own initiative, and we were both in school at the time." Philosophy Club. Li Yuechi, it’s good to be friends, but it’s not good to fall in love.”

Tang Heng smiled and said, "Why not?"

"The concept is different. For example, he studies mathematics. The exam is difficult, so he helps people cheat to make money. I advised him not to do this kind of thing, but he didn't listen—of course, this is not the most serious thing."

"What's the worst thing?"

"Let's not talk about it," Wu Si lowered his eyes, as if a little lost, "Anyway, I figured it out later, he and I are not on the same side, if you have to say... Maybe only a girl from the same background as him can say it." Be with him."

Tang Heng was silent for a moment, then asked again: "Why are you telling me these things?"

"Please explain to Pan Peng. He told me about your project team. He did target Li Yuechi because of me... Can I apologize to you on Pan Peng's behalf? Don't bother with him."

"that's it?"

"That's right," Wu Si blinked, "Isn't that enough?"

There was a muffled bang, and the sky began to rain.

Tang Heng said softly, "Enough."

Wu Si took a taxi and left. Tang Heng didn't return to "Long Love" immediately, and stood alone under the eaves of the store to hide from the rain.In fact, the rain at this time is only a drizzle—and "Long Love" is just across the street, within a few steps.

It was five past nine, and from time to time, boys in white shirts walked into "Long Love". Tang Heng looked at them silently, some were with their girlfriends, some were in small groups, and some had shirts whose hems reached their knees—— He felt that he had seen all the boys in white shirts in the world tonight, except Li Yuechi.

The raindrops gradually became denser, and the proprietress of the shop came out and sighed: "It's raining again."

Tang Heng said: "It seems that it will rain tomorrow."

"No show tonight?"

"No."

"I knew that sister just now," the proprietress changed the subject and asked with a smile, "Why, she came to talk to you?"

Tang Heng couldn't explain it, so he shook his head and said, "She's bored."

"That younger sister looks like a child from a rich family."

"Is it."

"Same as you," she said half-truthfully, "I think you two look very good together."

Tang Heng handed the cigarette in front of her: "Would you like one?"

"Stop it, quit it," the proprietress turned around and said before opening the door and entering the room, "Stop smoking too, it's bad for your throat."

It seemed that Tang Heng realized that he was smoking at this time.He had already opened the box of red Zhonghua. He pinched the butt of the cigarette with his index finger and thumb less skillfully, and he could feel a slight burning at his fingertips.

Tang Heng took a puff of his cigarette, and the scarlet end of the cigarette flickered.

The taste is very strong and strong, which is completely different from the fragrant popcorn foreign smoke.Tang Heng couldn't help coughing twice, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.He opened the door and walked into the store, and stood in front of the glass counter again: "Come and make Huangguoshu."

The proprietress said: "This is not easy to smoke."

"I want this."

Tang Heng took the cigarettes, paid for them, went out, turned right, opened the Huangguoshu, and threw all the cigarettes inside into the trash can.

Then put the pack of Zhonghua cigarettes into Huangguoshu's box one by one.

At 27:09, Tang Heng returned to the gate of "Changai" and dialed Li Yuechi's number.While listening intently to the "beep..." sound on the phone, he wondered in frustration whether he couldn't hold it until 30:08.That may be the meaning of the half-ninety who travels thousands of miles. If I had known it, I would have called him at 30:[-]. Anyway, I couldn't help it.

Li Yuechi didn't answer.

Tang Heng put his cell phone back into his pocket, it was already 28:[-], he thought about it, and lit another cigarette.He doesn't know if Li Yuechi is the kind of teacher who likes to drag the class - but since he is a tutor, he probably has to finish all the questions that should be finished before get out of class is convenient.

So even if it is delayed by 10 minutes, there are still twelve minutes before nine forty.Tang Heng took a puff of the cigarette, this time it was not so uncomfortable, he took it slowly, the cheers of the crowd and the ups and downs of the guitar were next to his ears, the Xi'an band actually sang Zhang Xuan's song, but it was not his favorite song .

When the lead singer sang "Let you sleep well tonight" for the second time, Tang Heng made the second call tonight.It was still [-]:[-], and there was still no answer.

Tang Heng frowned, and before he knew it, he had already gripped his phone tightly.He felt that his heart was beating a little fast, and he didn't know why, maybe it was because the noise in the bar was too noisy, which made him flustered.Or maybe it was because he was smoking, and the nicotine entered the body, causing some empty trance.

Tang Heng held the cigarette between his lips and made a third call.It was already 31:[-].

Why—why still, still no fucking answer?

Didn't you pay the phone bill?

Isn't get out of class over at 09:30?

Didn't you agree that we can meet tonight?

The drizzle continued, and the pink neon signboard of "Long Love" was reflected in the ground water, scattered and turned into puddles of swaying pink, as if the world was so fluid and blurry.

Then Tang Heng saw a pair of canvas shoes crushing pink.

He raised his head, and Li Yuechi was walking towards him.

He wears a white shirt, jeans, and espadrilles.Backpack, no umbrella.

Li Yuechi stopped in front of Tang Heng, walking too fast, her breathing was a little anxious.

Tang Heng was still smoking, and asked in a daze, "Why don't you answer the phone?"

"...The volume is muted," Li Yuechi took out the phone from his backpack, turned on the screen to look at it, and then whispered, "I'm sorry."

Tang Heng shook his head and looked at his mobile phone, it was 32:[-].

"get out of class ends early today," Li Yuechi said, "I came out at a quarter past eight, and I thought I'd be here in half an hour."

Tang Heng felt his heartbeat gradually slow down, as if it had finally returned to its normal rate.

"Then you're two minutes late."

"Well," Li Yuechi smiled, "so anxious?"

certainly.Of course I was in a hurry.

2 minutes seems like two lifetimes.

Tang Heng came back to his senses, and took out the Huangguoshu in his pocket: "Here you go."

Li Yuechi raised his eyebrows, and took it: "Can I smoke inside?"

"can."

"That's good."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out to smoke Tang Heng's cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth.

Tang Heng was stunned, seeing that his thin lips held the place where he had put his lips, he narrowed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Tang Heng stared at his face, only to realize that his hair was wet, and the collar of his white shirt was also wet from the rain. The cloth seemed to be thick, and it weighed heavily on his shoulders.This shirt was a style Tang Heng had never seen before. It had short sleeves, two square pockets on the chest, and two horizontal straps on the shoulders, like two pieces of white military badges.Unlike those loose casual styles, his shirts have sharp lines, and when worn on him, it looks like a piece of white paper is propped on an easel, so flat and clean.

The two looked at each other, Li Yuechi lowered his head, and tugged at the hem of his shirt: "Is this okay?"

"what?"

"Can I go in?"

"sure."

"This is my dad's clothes," he said unnaturally, "very old."

"Very... nice."

"Then shall we go in?"

"Oh that's fine."

Li Yuechi turned around first, and pushed open the glass door of "Long Love".

Tang Heng followed behind him, only to see colorful lights shining on him, as if a lot of paint was splashed on white paper, but there was no trace left.He is like a beam of white light, illuminating everything without being moved by everything.

"Li Yuechi."

"Huh?" Li Yuechi stopped and looked at Tang Heng.

The crowd danced wildly, with light and dark intertwined everywhere, no one cared about the two of them.

Tang Heng quickly grabbed his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't mute it next time."