Pavlov and the White Moonlight

It was my high school classmate Li Rui's wedding that day, and I was one of his best man groups. This guy was a mess back in high school. He was famous for his head iron in the third middle school. Under the high-pressure policy of the government, he insisted on growing long hair for three years. He looked like an Afghan hound that had been hit by a shuttle of rabies virus throughout his high school years. Unexpectedly, he became the first one in our group to get married. People, at the age of 26, officially entered the siege of marriage with a smirk and a grin.

The wedding seems romantic, but in fact it is very tiring. This day we followed him up and down, running around, welcoming relatives and offering tea, and finally arrived at the wedding scene. , the bride and bridesmaid received the red envelopes to count the bills, the makeup artist ran with the two newcomers, twisting half of my body to touch up their makeup, my half of the bangs were drooping from the sweat, and I had to shake it back from time to time, Li Rui just finished talking to the master of ceremonies Then, come over, the man in a suit and leather shoes looks like a dog, and stuffed a bottle of hairspray into my hand: "Fuck it, like a member of the fucking devil."

"Yo," I laughed, and said while spraying hairspray to shape my bangs, "Didn't you also have this hairstyle back then?"

Li Rui grinned: "Where are you? I was not much more elegant than this back then. Your sister-in-law asked me to cut it." He looked to the side and said in a low voice, "Lu Er, you and Xiao Tang... "

I accidentally put on too much hairspray, and I sighed: "Li Rui, borrow a comb from the makeup artist for me." I brushed my hair with my hand to cover half of my face, "It's divided, I just graduated."

"Oh," Li Rui was a little embarrassed, "He hasn't contacted us for so many years."

I laughed twice: "I haven't contacted me either."

"That's it," Li Rui said, "I sent him an invitation letter, and he replied to me... Hey, comb! I borrowed it!"

He rescued the comb from me: "What's wrong with you."

"I can't hold back all of a sudden." I seemed to be sweating again, and I said, "Damn it, he won't answer me."

"What kind of expired vinegar are you eating here?" Li Rui said, "He said he was abroad these years."

"Oh, I know," I said, "Did he say it back?"

Li Rui said, "He said try his best."

"Grass," I said, "Is there a certainty?"

"Lu Er," Li Rui took another step closer, his voice lowered, as if talking about a war that crippled his comrades in arms, "what's your situation, it's been seven or eight years."

"Rui!" Behind us, the bride called him.

I waved at Li Rui, Li Rui shook his head and said, "If he comes, he should sit at the table of his high school classmates." Then he ran away.

Originally, I was worried that he was such a person. When I was nervous on stage, it was easy to do such things as calling my father-in-law the eldest brother, but as soon as I took the microphone, I burst into tears. On the stage, the strong man burst into tears: "My wife treats me Great, I'm finally getting married I..."

His daughter-in-law was laughing beside him, and the two brothers hugged his shoulders kindly: "Brother Rui, you should be a man on a happy day."

He whispered in his wife's arms: "I'm just so excited..."

The group of us were booing and videotaping with our mobile phones below. The timely music covered up Li Rui’s hiccup and quack cries. I quietly turned and retreated in the background music of "MyDestiny", shuttled between the guest seats, and slipped to No. [-] The table: "Are you eating? Hurry up and watch Li Darui, he's crying for marriage."

Table No. [-] is the table of our high school classmates. Yu Sihai said happily, "I heard that, even the music can't stop you - aren't you a best man? What are you doing at this table?"

"I've been hanging out with them all day, let's come and see you." I said.

"Yo," a female classmate from the same city as me clapped her hands and laughed, "Here comes the great writer!"

I said, "I sit at home every day."

I glanced around and breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't come after all.Eight years have passed, this group of classmates and teenagers who were once in their prime have not changed much except that some boys have gained weight, some girls have put on makeup, and everyone is well dressed. Astringent face.Yu Sihai You Qi hasn’t changed, not even the style of his glasses. He stuffed melon seeds into my hand and said, “Hurry up and get out, I’ll call you later.”

"No," I said, "how long has it been since we graduated? That's all you have?"

"Fart your flamboyant suit and suit," Yu Sihai said, "You and we played games all afternoon when you came home for Chinese New Year last year."

"Yo," Youren said, "You two, Cowherd and Weaver Girl, meet once a year."

"That's it," I put my elbow on Sihai's shoulder, "he is a well-known cowherd in No. [-] Middle School."

Yu Sihai said, "You fucking..."

He hesitated suddenly, and I said: "Why, why don't you scold me, it's so uncomfortable."

The corner of Yu Sihai's mouth twitched and said, "Luer..."

Me: "...Fuck, you won't really go into the sea."

"Lu Huai."

My back froze.

After such a long time, I still recognized this person's voice immediately. He was standing not far from me. Seeing that I didn't answer, he called again: "Lu Huai."

Yu Sihai laughed, and patted the empty seat next to him: "Ah, Xiao Tang is here, I'm missing you, come and sit here, sit here."

He didn't move.I straightened my expression and raised my head.

Tang Shuhe stood so far away from my table, the lower half of his face was hidden behind the stand-up collar of the camel-colored windbreaker. The moment he met my gaze, he raised his face and smiled hastily at me.

I didn't know what to say for a while, I was just stupid there.He has lost weight, his face has edges and corners, and the curvature of his chin is like a bony pen with a thin golden body. His complexion is not very good. Eight years ago, he was a beautiful child with red lips and white teeth. Now his lips are a little pale. It feels like many years have passed, but when he smiled, his slender eyebrows slightly drooped at the corners of his eyes, his appearance didn't change at all, even his expression was still so timid, as if eight years had shrunk to an inch, he was still standing on the third floor On the asphalt road leading to the canteen, under the tall lilac tree, he hid half of his face behind the collar of his school uniform and smiled at me.

Yu Sihai stood up and said, "Ah, I'm almost done eating, I'm going to the toilet, Lu Huai, if you want to eat, you can add a pair of bowls and chopsticks yourself."

Me: "...can you fucking say the last two sentences together."

Yu Sihai was so brave, he laughed, and ran away without saying a word, leaving a seat for me.I clenched my fists to him and sat in his seat.Tang Shuhe sat next to me.Probably the awkwardness between the two of us was too obvious, the whole table stiffened, and there was nothing to say for a while, I smiled and went back to make amends: "I haven't seen you for many years. It's not easy to come back from abroad. .”

Tang Shuhe nodded, turned his face, looked into my eyes, and added seriously: "Well, I'm back."

I choked for a moment, and a female classmate on the opposite side said, "Comrade Xiao Tang, what have you been doing abroad all these years?"

Tang Shuhe said: "Do research and teach."

Oh, teaching ah, very good.

"Hey," the female classmate laughed, "A senior intellectual, Professor Tang."

Tang Shuhe lowered his head and smiled shyly. Someone asked, "How long can you stay this time?"

Tang Shuhe paused and said, "I'm not leaving."

I couldn't hold back, and said, "Aren't you leaving?"

Tang Shuhe hummed, looked at me and repeated: "I won't leave."

I touched my nose and said, "Have you figured out where to settle?"

Tang Shuhe said: "I... I have done everything. It's in City X, and I teach at X University."

I said, "Oh...that's quite a coincidence, haha, we are in the same city."

Tang Shuhe lowered his head and smiled, and said, "Yes."

I slipped here for too long, and the best man called me: "Lu Huai!"

Tang Shuhe suddenly raised his head, I smiled and stood up, seeing the pattern of his camel-colored windbreaker in my peripheral vision, I said, "Then what, you called me over there."

I took a step back and pushed Yu Sihai's chair back. Tang Shuhe's drooping eyelashes fluttered a few times, and suddenly he grabbed my sleeve.

He whispered, "Lu Huai...can you give me a contact information?"

I froze for a moment and said, "Okay. You can scan my WeChat, I haven't changed my phone number, you, do you still remember my phone number?"

He nodded and lowered his head to scan my WeChat.I looked at his jet-black hair, and couldn't help but say something.I said, "WeChat, I actually sent it to you too."

Tang Shuhe's hand paused for a while, and said, "...when."

I sighed and said, "Four years ago."

Tang Shuhe squeezed the phone tightly, showing a slightly familiar look of embarrassment: "I..."

I didn't understand why he was so embarrassed. He dumped me first, and it was normal if he didn't reply. I smiled and smoothed things over: "Have you changed your phone number?"

He said: "Yeah." I stood and saw him writing my name in the address book, A1 road, although it looked like the name on the bus stop board, but this would put me first in the address book indivual.

When I saw it, I was taken aback, not understanding what he meant by that.After he lost, he looked up and found me looking at him, his Adam's apple twitched, and said, "You...do you have anything, do you want to ask me?"

I said, "Ask what?"

He thought for a while, shook his head, and called me: "Lu Huai."

His voice has always been so soft that he had to listen to it when it was noisy, so I bent down: "What?"

I heard his breathing quicken, he reached out and pinched the slender foot of the goblet on the table, for a moment I almost thought he was pinching my slender neck.Tang Shuhe's voice was a little trembling, and when I finally understood the meaning of the sentence he was about to say, I realized that his tone at that time seemed to read Jiang Chengzi a hundred thousand times, countless unthinkable and unforgettable words mediocre.

He said, "Do you believe...love is an instinct."

I was stunned, bent over and froze there. I never thought he would say such a sentence. He stared straight at me, his eyes were red, and the hand holding the goblet kept shaking the glass unconsciously. The wine, the waves in a glass, someone behind me called me again: "Lu Huai! Let's eat later and take a picture first!"

I replied, "Come on!"

I laughed a few times: "Suddenly saying this... a new research project for you? It's very good... I have to go first, and then contact me."

I turned around and left, almost stumbled by the red carpet on the ground. Li Rui saw me, took me with his arm, and said, "Are you here? I just saw Xiao Tang was there to see you."

Without looking back, I said, "Really?"

Li Rui drank a little too much, and his whole body was filled with the happiness of having a wife, so he waved his hands boldly: "You guys just make up."

I paused, and said with a wry smile: "He broke up with me back then, how could he turn his back on me?"

"Yo," Li Rui said happily, "What if people want to eat?"

I said, "It's been eight years. The package of instant noodles has expired. There's no way to eat it."

Li Rui smacked his lips, but didn't answer, and said, "Come on, let's take a picture, let's take a picture."

I never dared to look back.

It was Li Rui's wedding that day, and I finally met him again at my friend's wedding eight years later.Whenever I think of this reunion in the past years, the wheel of memory always quickly turns back to the third middle school eight years ago, those precious and broken, good and short days, when the air was hot, sunny and quiet, He smiled at me standing under the tall lilac tree.That picture has been rooted in my memory for a long time. For eight years, I deliberately ignored it and buried it, making it so deep that it seemed to disappear. It’s just that every summer since then, every lilac tree, every boy aged seventeen or eighteen People have become fakes.

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