Meet·Lijiang

When the morning light passed through the carved panes and then fell into the room through the thin curtains, Yang Hui opened his eyes, and then he didn't feel the pain of others getting up in winter to get up quickly, get dressed, Open the door, then wash up, and then serve a bowl of steaming porridge that my mother just made, and squat at the door of the shop with sauerkraut to eat.

But most of the people in Judian do not get up early like Yang Hui. Only when the sun is high, the people on the long street start to get up slowly, open the shutter door or wooden door of the shop, and brush their teeth on the side of the street with a cup in their sleepy eyes and unkempt hair. , when the golden morning light filled the long street, the town really woke up, and the people working in the nearby villages gradually began to haunt.

Most shopkeepers in the town start their day with this rhythm, Yang Hui is an exception.

She gets up early and goes to bed late.

She often receives the first guest in the town and often sees off the last guest.

She has been watching the sunrise and sunset of the town every day for ten years.She greeted everyone she knew with a bright smile on her face, and she quickly solved problems for guests.

This is almost the whole of her life, but now, this kind of life after ten years has become a little different.

Today is not a rush day, so there are not many people on the street. A customer came early in the morning to change the oil. Xiaohe has already dealt with it, so Yang Hui doesn't need to do it himself.After breakfast, the dishes and chopsticks were thrown aside, and my mother and I had washed them and put them neatly in the kitchen.Yang Hui stood bored on the street in front of the shop, squinting his eyes slightly and looked up to the second floor.On the quiet second floor, there is still a corridor paved with wooden boards, which separates the wooden railings from the rooms. Of course, there is no princess-like person on it.

But Yang Hui still stared at the second floor quietly and seriously.

The two once discussed life around the brazier and talked about happiness.At that time, Yang Hui's thoughts were simple and straightforward.But now she was starting to feel a little confused.

What is lost is love and even life.

When everything can be chosen, happiness becomes very simple, but sometimes when one cannot make a choice, happiness begins to seem distant.

Zhuang Zijing has been to Beijing for several days.The two contact occasionally, but not too much.Yang Hui tried to imagine Zhuang Zijing's situation, and made what he thought was the most correct reaction.However, she still began to feel uneasy.

She continued to look at the second floor and began to organize her thoughts seriously.This is necessary because although she still goes to bed and gets up at the same time every day, she has learned to lose sleep.

What kind of city is Beijing?What kind of luxury should her general grandfather's house look like?What kind of excitement should her relatives reunite with her after more than 20 years, and how much they should cherish her!Yang Hui imagined a lot, until her neck was sore, she said to herself: But no matter what, she will always remember me.

Slowly looking back at the second floor, and then turned her sore neck, she saw a car with a foreign license plate driving towards her.

Yang Hui walked to the side of the street so as not to get in the way of the approaching car, but he didn't expect the car to come slowly and stop right in front of her.

The window slid down, and there was only one driver in the car, a woman, and a pretty woman.Of course, Yang Hui felt that this evaluation was only for ordinary people, and the beauty of this woman was much worse than that of Zijing.

What's worse is not the facial features, but the charm between the eyebrows - the breath between Zijing's eyebrows is much cleaner than others.

"Xiao Yang's car?" The woman in the car held the steering wheel with one hand, turned slightly to look at Yang Hui and asked with a smile.

Yang Hui nodded: "Do you want to repair the car?" After she finished speaking, she looked at the woman and the car she was driving, which didn't seem to have much to do with motorcycles.

The woman in the car shook her head: "You are Yang Hui?"

Yang Hui was slightly taken aback. Not many people knew the name of Yang Hui even in Judian, but she still nodded.

The woman quickly pulled the car aside, closed the window and turned off the engine, and then got out of the car: "I'm Zijing's friend." She smiled sweetly.

Yang Hui was a little surprised, but since she was Zijing's friend, of course she was responsible for the reception, and asked Xiaohe to pull two small wooden stools out of the shop, Yang Hui pulled the brazier and lit the fire: "It's cold, let's warm up. "

The woman looked at the black brazier, and then she looked at Yang Hui's rough hands with black motor oil in between his nails, until the cardboard in the brazier ignited, lit it and put it on top of it. Yang Hui raised his head and looked at the woman: "Are you looking for me?"

The woman looked away from Yang Hui's hand: "Yes."

"Is something wrong?"

"Correct."

"What's the matter?" Yang Hui didn't like this woman very much, because when she looked at the brazier and his hands, there was an incomprehensible disdain in her eyes besides surprise.So even though she likes to chat with people, it doesn't mean that she will keep flirting with such a woman.

"There are some things that Zijing can't say to you, so I'll tell you in person." The woman looked into Yang Hui's eyes and said seriously.

Yang Hui nodded: "You say."

The woman cleared her throat: "She had a good life in Beijing, and her family treated her very well. During the half a month or so since she went back, the family was very happy, and she really felt something that she hadn't felt in the past 20 years. Darling."

"It's good." Yang Hui's expression was natural, but his voice was dry.She hasn't had much contact with Zijing recently, because every day she's imagining what kind of environment Zijing is in now. Thinking about it, her relatives don't want to be separated from her for a moment, and if she always keeps in touch with her, in such a situation It can look bad at family reunions.

The woman continued: "Her brother introduced her to an associate professor of X Military Medical University, 30 years old, young and promising, and very handsome."

Yang Hui didn't say anything more, but she stopped poking the fire with her hand, and looked at the woman who was talking seriously.

"So in fact, although there is absolutely no need to tell you this, Zijing told me that you are a very serious person, and she doesn't want to leave without making it clear. But you have to know that the current her is completely different from the previous one. Not the same. She has a very bright future with a lot of good options. Maybe she was trying to walk a slightly happier path before, but now there are a lot of happiness waiting for her to choose. I mean you Understand."

Yang Hui nodded: "I understand."

The woman was a little astonished. She originally thought that Yang Hui should be very excited, at least he would be injured, but after Yang Hui finished speaking these words, he lowered his head slightly and poked the fire in the brazier: "Is your name Mo Shu?" ?”

"You know me?" Mo Shu was a little surprised.

Yang nodded back: "She said you are her best friend."

Mo Shu's expression suddenly became a little stiff. She opened her mouth slightly, but she didn't say anything after all. In Zijing's heart, is she really her best friend?Or is this just Yang Hui's casual remark?

Yang Hui continued: "But she is different from you, so I also know why you are always jealous of her and always want to surpass her, because you are nothing in front of her."

Mo Shu's slight touch just now was immediately blown away by Yang Hui's words. She felt that Yang Hui was not an honest car repairer, but that she was so mean: "You don't know anything, so you say these things Pointless."

Yang Hui looked up at Mo Shu and smiled: "Yes, you don't know anything, so what you say is meaningless."

"You don't believe it?" Mo Shu adjusted his emotions.

Yang Hui hummed: "Anything is possible, she wants to be with me, or she wants to leave me, but you can't just say these things."

"You don't believe it until she says it herself? But you know she is a kind person, and she doesn't want to hurt others."

Yang Hui smiled: "It's close or far between me and her, why do I have to say it?" Yang thought about it, then looked at Mo Shu and said: "You must have never really loved anyone, if you If you have ever really fallen in love with someone, then you must know that even if two people who love each other want to break up, there is no need for words to express it at all, only a tone of voice or a small movement is enough Express it clearly, because there is no distance between the hearts of people who love each other."

"Then do you think there is still no distance between you and her?"

Yang Hui shook his head: "Yes."

Mo Shu smiled: "You are really an honest person."

"Yes, I live honestly. In fact, I have also started to feel a little nervous recently, but your words suddenly reminded me that I am an honest person. I live honestly. I don't pretend to be my shortcomings or my feelings. , so I shouldn’t look at the second floor uneasy.” Yang Hui looked at Mo Shu seriously: “I love her, so I should be honest about my own love. I love her, so I have no choice, I will Wait for her, and should do something for her while waiting for her."

Mo Shu originally wanted to see what kind of person Zijing fell in love with, but he didn't expect to be an ordinary car repairman. He originally wanted to play with her and beat her, but he seemed to be a solution She laughed angrily: "It sounds nice to say this, but distance is distance. The environment will change a person, and a person will make different choices at different times. She met you when she was difficult and helpless. , fell in love with you, but now she is the princess of the whole world, she is no longer helpless. And although you are just a car repairman, you should also know that sharing adversity is easy, and sharing wealth is difficult."

"I know. But it doesn't matter."

"Then what's important?"

"I once told Zijing that living a life according to her heart is a happy life. If I am her heart, then she will naturally not leave. If I am not her heart, then nothing is important. But I think maybe you Can't understand what I'm saying because we're not the same kind of people."

Mo Shu looked at Yang Hui for a long time, and then said: "Actually, I was just joking."

"Fortunately."

"Actually, I came for other reasons."

"for example?"

"You know that I have been following her travel notes, so I started to follow you. Actually, I was very curious about you before I came here. I don't know why you made her like you. Now after seeing you, I also start to like you."

Yang Hui smiled: "You're joking again."

Mo Shu suddenly became serious: "This time I'm not joking, I was thinking what it would be like to be with you, such a mountain, such a small town, and such a you."

Yang Hui frowned slightly under Mo Shu's gaze, thoughtfully: "I think, when Zijing comes back, what kind of surprise should I give her?"

"You didn't listen to me?"

"I listened, but it didn't make sense."

"Then what makes sense to you?"

"Zijing, of course Zijing, and everything Zijing likes, these are meaningful."