tattered

Xie Lian sat for a while and then returned to the room. The two old door leaves made an unpleasant "creaking" sound between the closed doors, and the sharp tone was drawn very long.In less than a second, the piercing voice sounded again, and Jiang finally couldn't help but look up.He saw Xie Lian go to the coffee table and pick up the courier bag, then went back to the room again and closed the door.

This time the door was not opened again, just like the words "the end of the play" jumped out at the end of a play.Jiang also puffed out his cheeks and let out a long breath.

He suddenly felt a little wronged.

Foreigners have a saying about safe distance, which roughly means that everyone has a bubble around them, representing the distance they want to keep with others in interpersonal communication, so as to ensure that they can have a comfortable degree.Jiang also felt that the one around Xie Lian was not a bubble, but a high wall, and standing outside the wall, it was as if he had never known him before.

Shrunk down in the sofa dejectedly, he felt something poked his buttocks suddenly, he took it out and saw that it was a book.He glanced absently.

The author records the scenery and humanities she saw in the American continent as No.1: participating in a self-driving tour organized by Chinese, from Toronto to Vancouver, across Canada to observe the changes in the vegetation of this country at different longitudes; with the professional meteorology of the United States Scientists went chasing tornadoes, from Michigan to Oklahoma, and watched clouds part and gather in the West's blustery storm.

The world is beautiful, but the beauty does not belong to Jiang Ye.

There was a sound of unlocking the door, and Jiang also put down his book and stood up.He glanced at the cover for the last time. The title and author's name were printed in black on the thin rattan cover.

When Jiang Ye was talking about this book, Feng Ruzi had just walked into the living room with a bowl of washed water spinach.

"I wrote this book in my early years." Feng Ruzi sat down on the sofa and brought a trash can from the side. "I wrote it while traveling, but thinking about it now is just a memory."

Seeing Feng Ruzi start choosing vegetables, Jiang Ye said, "Auntie, can I pick some garlic for you?"

Feng Ruzi smiled, "How did you know to use garlic?"

"You want to make garlic water spinach, right?" Jiang also pointed to the green pot of water spinach, "a famous home-cooked dish."

After receiving a head of garlic from Feng Ruzi, Jiang Ye lowered his head and chatted with her, "I never thought you were a writer. If I were Xie Lian, I would be so proud."

Feng Ruzi shook her head, "I'm sorry Xiaolian."

Jiang also raised his head to look at her.

"Do you know a travel writer? I am." Feng Ruzi sighed, "I used to travel abroad almost all year round. Xiao Lian didn't say anything on the surface, but he must blame me in his heart. When he was a child, I always said that he would Take him around to play and travel, but I'm not there when he has time, and when I'm finally free, this kid is already in his third year of high school."

Jiang also moved his lips, wanting to say something to comfort Feng Ruzi, but he couldn't say anything.

He actually wanted to comfort Xie Lian more.

Although Jiang Ye has never seen the scenery that can only be seen in those TV dramas, and even went out of Bincheng very few times, when his father Jiang Minsheng was still alive, the family would go to the zoo for an outing in spring and go to the mountains to escape the summer heat in summer , walk around the lake with golden maple leaves in autumn, and go skating on the frozen lake in winter.

When you go out for a walk, it doesn't really matter where you go, what matters is who you are with.

Jiang Ye and Feng Ruzi had their own concerns, and they worked together for a while without saying a word, you choose your dishes, and I pick mine.When Xie Lian came out of the room, they came back to their senses one after the other.

"Mom," Xie Lian walked over, "I'll help you choose dishes."

Jiang Ye was still digging his head into the garlic, only feeling the sofa around him bouncing and sinking.He didn't know if Xie Lian had heard the conversation outside the room just now, so he secretly turned his face to look at him.

"What are you looking at?" Xie Lian was still choosing dishes with his eyes downcast, his tone was flat, "You think I'm pitiful?"

Jiang is also now sure that he heard it, but——

"Ah," Jiang Ye said in embarrassment, "No, you have too many choices, just pick the dead leaves..."

Xie Lian: "..."

Jiang also felt that he had done something wrong again, otherwise why would Xie Lian look at him so viciously.

Xie Lian finally looked away.He threw the water spinach in his hand back into the basin, then picked out another one and began to choose, his hands kept moving, and he began to utter words, "I also think I am quite pitiful."

It may be because of lowering his head, his voice is a bit low, "When I was a child, I really wanted to go into nature with my mother. It is also good to look at the stones and listen to the birds. Later I found out, come on, it's better to look at the simulation Volume, listen to English listening."

"I hardly travel now, maybe because I'm afraid, or maybe I'm tired."

Xie Lian paused, not knowing what was causing the sudden hypocrisy, and laughed at himself, "Forget it, why am I telling you this?"

The person who had always wrapped himself up tightly suddenly showed fragility.What happened in childhood stabbed Xie Lian, which made Jiang also feel that the walls he erected around him were not as strong as they seemed, and a brick fell, as if people could see some light.

Jiang also suddenly wanted to do something.About nature, about travel, about beauty.

"Do you like Norway?"

Xie Lian turned her head to look at him.

Jiang also patted Suanpier on his hands, and took out his phone from his pocket.He poked his finger on the screen for a long time, clicked on a video, and then turned the phone sideways.

"Xie Lian," Jiang Ye looked at him with a smile, trying his best to sound cheerful and lively, "The ice lake in Norway can sing, do you want to hear it?"

Xie Lian also smiled, with a hint of alienation in his eyes.

He said, "No."

Jiang Ye's smile suddenly froze on his face.

Xie Lian stood up, brought out the dish he had chosen, and walked towards the kitchen.Looking at his back, Jiang Ye realized that everything was his own illusion.

It turned out that the walls were impenetrable.