best day

The day after Du Yi bid farewell to being single, he and Jiang Yushang moved out of the home he had lived in for nearly 30 years.

When I left, the atmosphere was still that of fatherly kindness, son filial piety, brotherhood and brotherhood.

Dewey couldn't think of his brother's gaffe in the night at all.

Perhaps those tears, in Dewey's view, were just a kind of uneasiness when life changed.

After loading the last box of luggage into the car, Du Yi turned around and smiled at Bai Xia and her younger brother: "Go back."

Dewey was also happy: "Brother, you have to take good care of your sister-in-law."

Jiang Yushang tilted her head beside the car and made a face at him.

Du Yi reached out and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry about others, it's enough for you to take care of yourself."

Dewey retreated behind his mother and snorted, "Let's go."

Du Yi glanced at him, looked at him again, finally opened the car door, waited for Jiang Yushang to sit down, he waved his hand, and quickly drove the car out of this familiar alley, a series of actions seemed to be rehearsed Thousands of times, without nostalgia, simply and neatly.

Dewey silently watched the scene of his brother leaving, his throat tightened, and after a while he said softly: "What's the matter, mom, I'm going back to school too."

Bai Xia was slightly surprised and panicked, she seemed to have not recovered from the reluctance to send away a son, she opened her eyes wide and said, "You live at home."

Dewey smiled: "No, I made an appointment with the teacher to revise my graduation thesis."

Only then did Bai Xia calm down: "Oh, go early and come back early."

Dewey nodded, put on his hat and put it in his pocket, and said, "Then I'm leaving."

Who knew that Bai Xia suddenly stopped him again: "Wait a minute."

Dewey was puzzled.

Bai Xia hesitated and asked, "Zheng... Luo Lai didn't contact you?"

Dewey laughed: "Who is Zheng Luolai? I haven't contacted him for a long time. If I don't leave, it will be too late."

After leaving the words, he disappeared in a hurry as if he was really in a hurry.

This is the scariest thing about falling out of love. Obviously the wound is so painful and itchy and wants to divert attention, but everyone always brings it up again and again under the banner of caring.

——.

When he was in high school, Dewey's grades were neither the worst nor better in his class.

Anyone who knew him in the past would not dare to apply words such as academic quality and professional quality to this guy, but now, when he really talks about journalism articles with his teacher, he can also talk clearly.

In the past two years, even the most playful child in the world has read a lot of books and done a lot of things.

In addition to the stimulation that Zheng Luolai brought him, it was also because of Fang Yu's unreserved help and education.

This day, the topic selection was successfully completed, and the teacher Dewey called the master excitedly and said: "Hey, it's done, the teacher said that my direction is good, you really have a way!"

Unexpectedly, Fang Yu, who competed with workaholics on the TV station, was hoarse and dying for the first time: "Really, that's good."

Dewey was surprised: "Master, what's the matter with you?"

Fang Yu coughed a few times: "It's okay, I have a cold."

Dewey rubbed his head: "I said why you were so listless during the wedding yesterday, that's fine, I'll buy you food."

Fang Yu hurriedly refused: "No need."

Dewey laughed: "Why are you being polite to me? I still have to thank you very much. Besides, it is necessary to ask you when writing a thesis, hehe."

Before Fang Yu could answer, he hung up the phone and walked towards the pharmacy near the school.

In any case, Dewey's warm-heartedness has not changed much.

——.

"This is anti-inflammatory medicine, this is cold medicine, and this is cough syrup. I'm afraid you won't have an appetite and bought porridge and side dishes. Eat your meal before taking medicine."

With the cold winter air, Dewey chattered a lot as soon as he entered the door, not as helpless as he was when he faced the dying hooligan.

Fang Yu looked very haggard, not only his face was ashen, but his eyes were also red and swollen. It didn't look like a simple cold.

Dewey looked carefully for a moment: "Master, are you okay, I don't think it's right."

Fang Yu sat on the sofa in embarrassment: "It's okay."

It was impossible for Dewey to imagine why he was doing this, and because of the usual way the two of them got along, he was more or less in awe: "Oh, if you have any difficulties, you can tell me, I...do my best. "

Fang Yu smiled lightly: "Tell me? Are you capable again?"

Dewey smiled hippie: "Where, how is it possible!"

Fang Yu didn't say anything else, he lowered his head, opened the bento box and drank the porridge.

He never thought about telling anyone about his troubles, and he never thought about it since that day.

Perhaps it is because the subconscious always feels that love itself is despair.

I didn't dare to report hope, and I couldn't talk about disappointment.

Fang Yu understood better than anyone else that Du Yi's marriage was not very happy, otherwise he would really be able to smile and bless.

Love a person who doesn't love him, and watch him choose another person who doesn't love, this kind of pain is so absurd that it is unbearable.

With Dewey's small mind, how could he understand such complicated troubles?

——.

They say times come and go.

Ermeng didn't know when the environment around him changed.

But after returning home, his mother suddenly said: "Wei Wei, your school is out of class, take time to see your aunt."

Dewey was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, he was startled when he heard this: "Huh?"

He was surprised because his aunt's house was in the United States, not a certain street in Beijing, and he went there as soon as he said it.

Bai Xia brought out the washed apples: "Yeah, I called my aunt today and said she missed you."

Maybe that place name was something Dewey couldn't avoid. He lowered his head silently: "Let's see it again."

Bai Xia hesitated to speak, and finally sighed: "Actually, the United States is not that far away. Now that the transportation is so developed, we can get there in one day."

Dewey said: "Yeah, what's the matter, how tiring it is to fly."

After all, Bai Xia is her mother, so she just said, "You can also go and see who is inside."

Du Wei stood up fiercely: "Well, that's right, I haven't seen Lulu for a long time, I'll go if I have time."

After speaking, he picked up a big apple and walked upstairs.

His movements were stiff and his hands and feet were cold.

Dewey didn't want to think of the United States, and didn't want to step on the land where Zheng Luolai lived.

He didn't want to see that person as much as everyone thought.

He didn't want to go to New York as much as everyone thought.

The taste in the meantime is like a person who drinks water and knows it by himself.

——.

Closing the bedroom door in embarrassment, Dewey smiled wryly.

Zheng Luolai, Zheng Luolai...

It's not the distance that I'm afraid of, it's you.

If you give me hope, I will follow you without hesitation, even to the ends of the earth; if you smile so resolutely, I will not dare to approach you even if you are only an inch away.

Maybe it's not fear, but care.

I care about your feelings, more important than my own feelings; more important than my own life.