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"If you want to leave, just leave, and don't come back again," Song Manzhi sat by the bed, "Just pretend that I never gave birth to you, and I can't give birth to a son as promising as you."

Her face was ashen and very calm.Obviously, she realized everything in the few seconds before the drowsiness struggled to hit her.She didn't go crazy anymore, she was wearing plastic slippers on one foot, and the other was bare, tiptoing gently on the ground, as if she was afraid of being hit by ashes.On the bedside chest of drawers, a porcelain vase with earrings that she brought along with her marriage was accidentally broken when she went crazy.At that time, Ji Jian scanned the tiles carefully, and then he put the remaining half on it, which looked good even when it was broken.

Only when Song Manzhi saw the bottle did he realize that his life had been completely torn apart.Since she was a little girl, she has never believed in gods and Buddhas in her heart. When she was a child, her mother squeezed her into Longhua to burn incense sticks in the early morning of the New Year. She was very impatient, holding her eyes that were about to close. Thinking of so many wishes, if there is any Daluo god, he would have been exhausted long ago.

Now that she believed it, the Bodhisattva was in her heart, looking at her with benevolent brows and kind eyes, and the willow branches swept away a lot of nectar.Song Manzhi was looking forward to these blessings coming to her. If she didn't pray for anything else, she prayed that her son would become a normal person.Or it doesn't matter if it's abnormal, as long as he is willing to marry a wife and have children, she can forgive him and let him be her son again.

But Ji Jian did follow her.Not following her will, but following her temperament of "breaking the boat and sinking the boat", not only that, but also stubborn, unrepentant.

She told Ji Jian to leave, and Ji Jian really left that night.If she didn't ask him to come back, he really never came back.

If time really has nodes, then everything that has passed since this moment has been archived.Ji Jian's way back to school is much easier than when he came here. The flood has receded almost cleanly. This is directly proportional to the speed of human forgetting. This disaster will also be archived in a short time.What's the use of history?It's not like a diary written by dipping water on the bricks of the city wall.

It was already evening when he arrived at school the next day.The lights in the dormitory were turned off. In the era when the lights were turned off and people would talk about their ideals, Ji Jian had just laid down on the bed when he heard the fat man on the lower bunk who memorized English every day talking loudly: "My future dream is to work in a foreign company. Hey, the office building How pretty."

"Cut, you can. Ji Jian? What do you want to do?"

In this kind of chat on weekdays, Ji Jian would always pretend to be asleep and respond.Today he said-

"I want to write something."

"Oops," the remaining five people in the dormitory exclaimed, "what are you writing?"

Ji Jian let out a sigh of relief, the summer in Shanghai is still too hot, not as cool as the house by the river.He turned over and said truthfully: "The person I like is the director, and I want to write the script, so it seems to be closer to him."

The booing became louder, Ji Jian was good-looking and attracted girls, but he didn't respond to any of them.

"Which girl is so awesome?"

"Not girls," Ji Jian paused, "I like men."

The bedroom was suddenly quiet.

"Ah..." It took a long time before someone continued to talk, "Is that so."

"Hehe, it's okay, Xiao Ji," the eldest brother in the dormitory coughed and said, "We won't... we won't care."

Everyone is a college student who has received the education of the new era, from the Department of Literature, and they have seen a lot in the books they read.No one will say that they can't accept it.

So Ji Jian's life can continue as usual, at least it seems so.

Once Ji Jian had dinner with a roommate, and the two ordered a plate of stir-fried vegetables.It was an ordinary thing, but Ji Jian obviously saw that he was nervous with each chopstick, for fear of touching the place where Ji Jian had pinched.

"Don't worry, AIDS will not spread through saliva," Ji Jian paid attention for a long time, and finally put down his chopsticks. He wiped his mouth with a tissue, "I didn't mess around, I'm not sick."

The opposite party was stunned, he didn't expect Ji Jian to be so straightforward, his hands were in the air, he didn't know where to drop them.

"I'll go first, you eat slowly."

From then on, Ji Jian liked to walk alone even more.

"I didn't play with my roommate very much in college for a few years," Ji Jian sighed, as if smiling, and continued, "I couldn't play together, I have a lot of time, so I wrote a lot by myself. things, and then simply put them together and wrote a story."

"What story?" Shao Youguang asked.

"It's not important, let's talk about it later." Ji Jian shook his head.

"I'm free now," Shao Youguang smiled happily, but didn't mention it again, and continued, "By the way, do you still write a diary? I remember you were cute and kept a diary." He laughed because he was happy that they still had a future But Ji Jian didn't understand, and gave him a strange look.

"No, I haven't written it for a long time. Who will write it at such an adult." He said it easily,

"Ah," Shao Youguang sighed softly, and said meaningfully, "What a habit, what a pity."

But Ji Jian shook his head again, and didn't talk about writing a diary.

"The last time I went back there was before I came to Yunnan."

"Hey, when your mother was so precious to you, how could you be willing to come here?"

"Then there's nothing to be reluctant about." Ji Jian shrugged.

"You still know to come back." Ji Jian heard Song Manzhi tell him as soon as he opened the door.

He had forgotten that tonight was New Year's Eve, Song Manzhi was making dumplings, her hair was tied in a loose knot.In order to "keep up with the development of the times", she has been laid off and lives by doing small jobs.Ji Jian never went home, but he sent money back every month, and Song Manzhi didn't know where he made the money.

"Well, I'll take something and go."

"Oh." Song Manzhi replied lightly, then lowered her head and continued making her dumplings.

Ji Jian did come back to look for things, but he hasn't been back to this room for a long time, everything has changed location.

"It's time for you to graduate from university. What job do you do?" Song Manzhi asked casually, carrying a plate of wrapped dumplings to the kitchen to cook.

Ji Jian was squatting on the ground, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and said, "Support education."

Song Manzhi didn't speak any more, and went straight into the kitchen.

After a while, her voice came from inside: "If you are looking for those books and diaries, forget it. I don't know when they will be sold."

Ji Jian turned over a cardboard box and closed it upon hearing the words.

"Okay, then I'm leaving."

Song Manzhi stayed in the pot and went to add water to the boiled dumplings. He didn't say anything, just acquiesced.It wasn't until she heard Ji Jian that she came out and grabbed Ji Jian's arm—"Where are you going, let me know."

She almost said this through gritted teeth.

So Ji Jian left her the name "Yi Liang", and walked into this winter night without looking back.Nostalgia is an umbilical cord connecting him with his hometown, which has been established since then.On New Year's Eve, small white grains began to float in the sky. This was actually the first snow this year.

As for Song Manzhi, she took out all the cooked dumplings, which couldn't fit in a big bowl.Many of them overflowed, and two fell to the ground.

"There are too many dumplings." She thought a little sadly.

"It was a winter night when I came to Yiliang. It seemed to be snowing, and it seemed to be raining. I took the train for a long time, and I saw everything along the way. Ah, it was the New Year's Eve, right?" Ji Jian Tilting my head, I suddenly thought of something, "My mother also cooked dumplings, and I left before I could eat them. The stuffing smelled like three delicacies. The whole room smelled of fried shrimp oil."

They chatted under the dim light, and it was completely dark outside.Spring and snow have nothing to do with each other, but Shao Youguang still felt that it was snowing outside, and he could see Ji Jian's back as he walked farther and farther from the window.

"Eh? Teacher Ji," he interrupted with a sudden smile, "Look, I just came here and I'm not familiar with the place. I wonder if I can borrow your place to stay for a while."

Ji Jian didn't ask those unlucky "why" again, he smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

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