best day

The winter in Beijing this year was full of heavy snow.

Dewey was on winter vacation, and one afternoon he slept at home until he woke up naturally, then put on a thick coat and stood in front of the window, staring at the white scenery outside for a long time in a daze.

Until Baixia opened the door and came in, she put down the snacks and fruits and said, "Why are you bored all day, go out for a walk if you're not interested."

Dewey turned around in a daze: "Where's my brother?"

"Your brother is at his house." Bai Xia was puzzled.

Only then did Dewey seem to come back to his senses, touched his head and smiled: "I forgot again, I'm really not used to it."

Bai Xia stared at her son for a long while, but hesitated to speak.

In fact, there are too many things to say, but there is no way to say a word.

Dewey has been in a daze since he came back from the United States. At this moment, he was afraid that his mother would ask him something that he couldn't answer, so he hurried to the closet to look through the jeans, and said at the same time: "I have invited my master to dinner, you can solve it by yourself tonight. Or I'll pack it for you and bring it back."

Bai Xia forced a smile: "Just take care of yourself."

The afternoon light made the room semi-dark, and Dewey also curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a wry smile.

——…

In Ermeng's life, Fang Yu was indeed both a teacher and a friend.

Teach him how to do news, and also teach him how to behave in the world outside.

But Dewey never brought up his relationship problem, and he would hastily bring it up when he seemed to be talking about it on weekdays.

So in the evening Fang Yu suddenly asked: "Did you reconcile with that person when you came to America?"

Dewey choked on the wine in his mouth.

He coughed for a long time, tears came out, and then he said with effort: "What's good with you?"

Fang Yu adjusted his glasses and smiled: "What do you think?"

"Who told you, my brother?" Dewey rolled his eyes and waved his hands nonchalantly: "Why do you want to reconcile? How long ago?"

Fang Yu didn't answer, but just lost his mind: "If you have the opportunity to be with the person you like, no matter what, you can't give up."

Dewey lowered his head and ate his food vigorously.

Fang Yu was slightly tipsy, still smiling, but stopped talking.

After a long time, Dewey suddenly said: "He told me to reconcile, but I don't know how to face him, I think we are quite strange to each other now, besides, I really can't bear to do that again Tortured my parents again, in the past two years, I think of my old man and old lady, and I feel very uncomfortable."

Fang Yu stretched out his hand and patted him: "Children."

"Let's change the subject, hehe." Dewey smiled: "Master, what work can you do recently?"

Fang Yu thought about it: "One of the selected topics is to investigate the living conditions of wild swans, and I'm going to the south."

Dewey immediately bluffed and said, "Ah, then shall I go too, anyway, I've been fine recently."

Fang Yu glanced at him: "Don't you have to write a graduation thesis?"

Dewey patted him on the shoulder flatteringly: "Don't you still have to rely on Master's guidance? Don't worry when I go out, I promise to be a good hand at work."

Faced with this face similar to Du Yi's and with a completely different simple smile, Fang Yu couldn't say no to it, he just waved his hand impatiently as a promise.

Only then did Dewey's empty heart calm down a little.

He is always like this, once he is troubled by feelings, he will find countless other things to fill the gap in time.

——…

In the end, before the New Year's Eve, Ermeng packed her luggage in a panic and was about to leave with a few seniors from the TV station.

She said it was to pave the way for future work, but Bai Xia had no choice but to become an old man living alone at home, spending the day chatting in the empty big house.

That day, she had just watched Fang Yu take Dewey away for a while, when the phone rang at home.

Because of Du Qisheng's work relationship, almost no one except relatives would know this number.

Bai Xia looked at the unfamiliar caller ID, picked it up suspiciously, and said, "Hello."

After a long while, a strange and unforgettable voice rang on the phone: "Auntie, is Dewey at home? His cell phone doesn't work. I have an urgent matter with him."

Bai Xia's throat was choked for a long time, and she asked with difficulty: "Zheng Luolai?"

Zheng Luolai said softly over there: "It's me."

Bai Xia asked, "Have you returned to Beijing?"

Zheng Luolai said, "Yes."

Bai Xia asked again: "Are you going to leave in the future?"

There was a long silence on the phone before Zheng Luolai replied: "It depends on Dewey's answer. If he wants me to stay, I will stay. If he wants me to go, I will leave forever."

Bai Xia was not as furious as he had imagined, but suddenly sneered a few times without expressing her position.

Zheng Luolai went on to say: "This time I just want to hear his answer, other than that, it doesn't matter whose answer, Auntie, whether you are angry or hate me, I just want to give him happiness, and Not to let him continue to suffer, I hope you can understand us in the future, I..."

Bai Xia interrupted him suddenly: "I'll help you find Dewey, he's on a business trip."

After finishing speaking, the mother hung up the phone suddenly, covering her face with great sadness, and couldn't help sobbing.

She couldn't accept that Dewey had any relationship with a man, which was completely impossible for their family, but... She didn't want to see her favorite person, the happiest person in the world, change little by little Have no ability to be happy.

Wiping her wet eyes in embarrassment, Baixia dialed Ermeng's number, but only heard the voice that she was not in the service area.

This has often happened recently.About the phone is too old.Signals always go wrong.

I really don't know what to say. Dewey, such a fan of electronic products who doesn't know how expensive things are, hasn't changed his mobile phone for two or three years.

——…

"Damn it, I can't fucking send text messages."

At this moment, Dewey was also sitting next to Fang Yu and complaining.

Fang Yu threw his phone into his hands.

Dewey leaned on his seat: "Forget it, it's nothing serious. I'll take a nap and call me at the airport."

After speaking, he began to doze off.

My heart is full of painful things one after another.

Of course, Dewey couldn't imagine that the man changed the trajectory of his life again because of himself.

He is even more unpredictable, what will happen during this trip,