Meet·Lijiang

The air ticket was booked the night before, and the departure time was two o'clock in the afternoon. Zhuang Zijing and Yang Hui had eaten porridge and sauerkraut in the small town. When Yang Hui was repairing a customer's car, Zhuang Zijing called her grandfather and told him I want to go back to my hometown to see my adoptive mother Li Feng, and also to see if my younger brother Cheng Zixuan is not in good health.

The old man on the phone asked: "I heard from Xiaoyu that she treated you very badly, do you still want to see her?"

Zhuang Zijing said: "Of course, she has raised me for so many years, and she didn't abandon me during her most difficult time. This is enough to make me grateful."

Mr. Wang was silent for a while, and then said hello again and again: "A child who knows how to be grateful is a good child. Then I will accompany you. I should also thank her."

Zhuang Zijing said gently: "Grandpa is getting old, and he has already been busy in Dali. I will go to my adoptive mother. And I just went to see it, and I will be back soon. Don't worry, grandpa, just visit Dali. Landscape nourishes health."

Mr. Wang finally agreed: "I heard from Xiaoyu that she took all your money away. You should have no money on you now. Grandpa will transfer some money to you later. It will be useful on your way. Don't worry about it because you have no money. Treated myself badly."

This is the first time in so many years that I heard that my relatives were afraid that I was too poor and offered to give me money. Zhuang Zijing felt a little moved and sniffed a little. Zhuang Zijing smiled and said: "Although the money was taken away, But I'm not at work, earning money? There are expenses along the way. Don't worry, grandpa."

"Then when you have no money, remember to call grandpa." Mr. Wang is still a little worried: "If something happens to you, call grandpa too. I heard that Li Feng has a bad temper, you go Just take a look, but I can't bully my good granddaughter anymore. If she really bullies you, grandpa will vent your anger on you."

Zhuang Zijing listened to her grandfather's tone as if she was treating a child, and couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, Grandpa, no one will bully me. If anyone bullies me, I will definitely sue you."

Mr. Wang laughed on the phone: "That's fine. If anyone bullies my granddaughter, I won't break her legs."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Hui had already dealt with the car, went to the side and used hand washing powder to wash off the stains on the handle, explained to Guibao and his mother, and then took Zhuang Zijing out the door.

Liang Jinlan's car just happened to be used for transportation, so Yang Hui abandoned his truck.Along the way, Zhuang Zijing of course told Yang Hui about the owner of the car, and yesterday she agreed to be his fake girlfriend.

"You can't take it seriously." Yang Hui drove the car and said with a smile, "You are my wife."

Zhuang Zijing didn't smile, and pretended to be serious: "You can't take it seriously, I'm Yang Hui's wife."

Yang Hui smiled contentedly: "I don't take it seriously."

When I arrived in City X, it was already past five in the afternoon. Looking up at the sky, there was no clean blue sky and white clouds in Lijiang, nor the quiet green hills and long streets of Judian.The congested and busy streets are separated by houses, and the traffic extending in all directions is more like a big maze with several exits.

It's just that for Zhuang Zijing, this city doesn't have so many exits.

Many years ago, in order to stay away from her stepfather, her adoptive mother Li Feng brought her and Cheng Zixuan to this city, so this place became a cage that she once wanted to break free from.

At that time, Li Feng, whose marriage failed, had enough reasons to feel sad and angry, and this sadness and anger gradually turned into dissatisfaction with the whole world, and Zhuang Zijing finally poured out these dissatisfaction.

I used to think that maybe my mother loved her son more after all, so she was even more unfeeling towards herself, and her only pitiful love was given to Cheng Zixuan.As a sister and a daughter, I am naturally the object of all her high standards, high demands and high pressure.Now that I think about it, the truth is actually that simple.

I am not her own, so many entanglements can be relieved.

In those difficult years, a daughter who is not her own bears all her dissatisfaction with this world, and all her revenge for this world, this may be the right answer.But after all, she did not abandon herself. Although she had suffered a lot of beatings and scolding, she did not give cruel physical torture and rape to her children like the adoptive mother or stepmother mentioned in the news or TV.

When Zhuang Zijing settled in this city and returned to the oppressive atmosphere that could almost be smelled with her nose, she suddenly understood the source of all the pain before.

But at this moment, when all the truth came to light, Li Feng's hatefulness seemed so pitiful.Maybe this city is not my cage, but the driving force that drives me to go out.Because of those pains and poverty, those endless sorrows inflicted by my mother drove me to stay away in my life.Even now, many years later, it is only because the truth is revealed that there is a possibility of real liberation, but many years before that, for Zhuang Zijing, leaving this city, leaving that home in this city, and The woman in that family was the only target for her.

Yang Hui wrinkled his nose and took a deep breath, then looked at the gray sky: "The air quality is really bad, did you live here before?"

Zhuang Zijing was distracted by Yang Hui's words, and looked up at the gray sky: "It wasn't so serious before, but the government has developed a lot of industrial enterprises in recent years. I guess this is somewhat harmful to the urban environment. Influence." As she spoke, she pointed to the street: "Including cars, there seem to be more in recent years. When I was in this city, it didn't feel so crowded."

"How many years have you been away?" Yang asked back.

Zhuang Zijing thought for a while: "I left this city when I was in college, and I seldom come back after that. Although there were winter and summer vacations during school, they were all good times to work and earn money. As for after work, I have even less free time. And even when I come back, I feel a lot of pressure in my heart, and I don’t have the mood to pay attention to the changes in the environment.”

Yang Hui tilted her head and thought about it. In fact, she can't imagine college life, nor can she imagine the so-called white-collar life. However, she still searched for some plots in TV in her mind, so as to understand this kind of situation. Do some brain supplements in life: "In any case, this city is not very popular".

Zhuang Zijing reached out to hail a taxi, then got into the back row first, and waited for Yang Hui to sit up before she spoke: "Not everyone can be as free as you."

"If the heart is free, the person is free." Yang Hui said.

After Zhuang Zijing reported the address to the driver, she followed Yang Hui's words: "More often than not, we have too many ties, and talking about freedom is a luxury. Without money, there is no freedom, but work is also very unfree, and the people at home make it impossible for me to be free." , And I revolve around these, my heart is already exhausted, and where can I find freedom."

Yang Hui nodded: "That's really tiring."

The two were silent for a while, and Yang recalled something: "Should we buy some fruit in the past?"

Zhuang Zijing shook her head: "Give her money, and she will be happier."

"But it's a courtesy."

"Etiquette is meaningless to her. Money is what matters." Zhuang Zijing smiled wryly.

Yang Hui shrugged: "Okay, then I won't buy it. But are you going to pay?"

Zhuang Zijing smiled and shook her head, a little absent-minded.The timidity of being close to home is real, but this timidity is real timidity, a kind of timidity accumulated at this moment from the pain and depression that cannot be shaken off for many years.Between Li Feng and Li Feng, it may be difficult to talk about any relationship. Even though Zhuang Zijing has let go of the past, and as Yang Hui said, forget the bad and remember the good, but in the end, she is still facing the Sometimes, I feel timid, which may have already become a disease.

Yang Hui felt Zhuang Zijing's seriousness, reached out to hold her hand, and smiled: "I guess she puts too much pressure on you. But don't worry today, I'm here."

Zhuang Zijing slightly turned her head to look at Yang Hui: "Yes, you are here today."

"So no one can bully you anymore." Yang Hui said, stretching out his free hand to shave Zhuang Zijing's face: "So you have to relax. We came back to see her, and we came back to say goodbye to the past. That's all."

Zhuang Zijing smiled and leaned her head on Yang Hui's shoulder: "I'm not a very strong person."

"But I think you are a very strong person. You have lived out your self and the future in such an environment."

Zhuang Zijing shook her head slightly: "It was forced. I just suddenly thought about what kind of person I am and what kind of person I need."

Yang Hui heard the depth of these words, he didn't answer rashly, nor did he make jokes, but just slightly tightened Zhuang Zijing's hand.

"I used to think that I was a very independent, very brave and very lonely person. Self-reliance is because everything must be planned and worked hard by myself. I need to bear any possible consequences for all my actions. I had to think a lot to avoid being trapped in a life that was already full of tragedies and I couldn't save myself. And brave because I always faced everything alone and solved everything alone, and I had no chance or possibility to back down. To be precise, I don't have a home that allows me to retreat. As for loneliness..."

Zhuang Zijing didn't say any more, she didn't need to explain her loneliness, and she couldn't explain it clearly.

Yang Hui tilted his head and got closer to Zhuang Zijing: "In the future, you don't have to be so independent, you don't have to be so brave, and you won't be so lonely."

Zhuang Zijing closed her eyes and slightly raised the corners of her lips. Instead of answering Yang Hui's words, she continued: "But when I met Yan Yu, I realized that I am actually very fragile. Bravery and independence are just appearances, and I cannot live alone. , or I live alone just to survive, but I can't feel happy. All my strength is used to fight and compromise with this world. I need to stop and breathe, and I need someone to rely on, let me I feel like I'm not alone fighting the world."

Yang Hui didn't speak, because Zhuang Zijing was talking about Yan Yu.

"Later, I once thought about love, maybe I didn't really understand its meaning. Yan Yu is more like the only board caught by a person who fell into the water. She represents everything I envy. , whether it is my love or not, it has become my everything. And when I dock, that piece of wood is not my life's support. Sometimes I feel that I am actually very unfeeling, a deep love In the end, it was really just a plank. So when I met you, I began to wonder if you were another plank that I encountered when I fell into the water again. I began to doubt my own judgment, and love itself It should be pure."

Yang Hui heard Zhuang Zijing's hesitation and confusion, and stroked Zhuang Zijing's hair: "Maybe soon you will know that I am a piece of wood in the water, or your bed."

Before Zhuang Zijing remembered it, the driver couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Yang Hui turned to look at the driver: "I'm talking about the bed board, not the bed partner."

The driver tried not to laugh.Zhuang Zijing suddenly blushed.Only Yang Hui continued to explain to Zhuang Zijing: "I really didn't mean that. Well, it's not a bed board, nor a bed partner. I think I'd better be a green pine on Judian Mountain."