hate farewell thirteen

When Song Shuman was cleaning up the bookshelf for Ji Yangqing, a picture fell out of some book, and a picture that was well preserved in plastic packaging could be vaguely seen to be a woman.

Out of curiosity, Song Shuman picked up the painting that was left at her feet. It was a side view of a woman standing on the plywood of the boat, looking at the sea view with the sea breeze blowing. The woman in the painting was none other than herself.

Song Shuman froze in place holding the painting. She remembered that on the day she returned to China, a little artist drew a painting for her, but the painting was blown away by the wind, and she hadn't had time to take a look at it.At that time, she thought that the painting might have fallen into the bottom of the sea, but she never thought that she would meet again.

I never thought that the painting lost at that time would appear here now and return to my hand.

When eating in the evening, Song Shuman sat opposite Ji Yangqing, faltering for a long time, sending three or two grains of rice into his mouth every time with the chopsticks.

Ji Yangqing was furiously stared at by Song Shuman, he looked at Song Shuman hesitantly, he kept his mouth shut but kept silent, the rice in the bowl was still at the same height after a long time, and the dishes in front of him were all decorations.

Ji Yangqing put the vegetables in Song Shuman's bowl, and asked, "What's the matter, what happened?"

Song Shuman put down the chopsticks in her hand, "Wait for me, I have something to ask you."

Song Shuman got up and took the painting, "How did you have this painting?"

Ji Yangqing put away the painting, "I thought it was a big deal, let's sit down and eat."

"Borrowing your umbrella that day was not the first time I saw you. On the day you returned to China, I was on the same boat as you, and I happened to pick up this painting. After returning to China, I went to find out who was in the painting. I saw you hiding from the rain in the bookstore, and I saw you again at Teacher Jiang's wedding."

Only then did Song Shuman realize that there were too many coincidences and accidents between her and Ji Yangqing, and the world often called this fate.If she hadn't met Zhou Ru, she might have really fallen in love with her husband.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

They respect each other like a guest, and Ji Yangqing treats her very well, Song Shuman sometimes thinks, isn't this what she has been asking for before, it is enough to respect each other as a guest without being suspicious of both love and affection.

Ji Yangqing suddenly asked her one day: "Should I find you a clerical job, or find you a job as an accountant in the shop at home, otherwise it would be too boring to stay at home all the time."

"Yangqing." It was the first time Song Shuman called him that without his surname. She deliberately called him intimately, with a pleading meaning, "I want to work in the hospital."

"Go to the hospital? Why do you want to go there?"

"When I was abroad, I studied Western medicine. My mother died of dystocia. All my life, I remember that she was sweating on her forehead, her hair was completely wet, her eyes were closed tightly, as if she was asleep, but she never woke up again. came."

"I was thinking then, if only I could save her."

Ji Yangqing didn't speak, didn't agree, and didn't refuse.Song Shuman tactfully buried her head in her meal and continued to eat, and never mentioned this matter again.Ji Yangqing didn't arrange a job for her, neither did the hospital, nor did she have any civil servants or accountants.

Song Shuman stayed at home, and occasionally went out to drink afternoon tea with Xu Qingmei, but this occasion was not many times, it was really inconvenient for Qingmei to bring her little Li Sui.

With Lin Dailan's words, no one knows where she and Liao Shenyan went.Song Shuman had very few friends. Those who went abroad and returned home, went bankrupt and married again, so how could they have any friends.

I have no friends and nothing to do, so I can only stay at home, and I can't go back to Song's house often. If a married daughter often goes back to her mother's house, let alone spread the word, even the father will think more about whether the husband is not good to him.

Marriage turned out to be such a boring thing, and the days became the same, flat, and boring.

That night, there was a sudden heavy rain, and the raindrops hit the ground, as if they were about to break the window. The thunder kept rumbling, and Song Shuman was so frightened that she sat on the bed with her back against the head of the bed.Ji Yangqing knocked on the door when he heard the movement, "I'm Ji Yangqing, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the rain is too loud, and I can't sleep a bit."

"Are the windows closed?"

"Tighten it up. I'm fine. Go to sleep. I'll fall asleep when the rain is quieter."

The sound outside the door became quiet, and the sound outside the window continued for a long time. Song Shuman didn't remember when she fell asleep, but when she opened her eyes from the heat, she realized that she was in a sea of ​​flames.There was another person standing in the fire, that person was being burned by the fire, Song Shuman thought that person must be in pain, because she was also in pain.

Song Shuman wanted to see that person's face clearly, so she walked towards him slowly, at the moment when she was about to meet her, Song Shuman felt that she was also engulfed in a sea of ​​flames, she cried out in surprise, the sky outside the window dawned, It turned out to be a dream again.

Song Shuman sat up and heard Ji Yangqing outside the door: "Have a nightmare?"

"Ah."

Ji Yangqing knocked on the door and came in with a cup of warm water, "Come, drink some water."

"What did you dream about?"

"Since the day I returned to China, I have often dreamed of that scene. There were fires everywhere in all directions. There was a person standing inside the fire. I told him to go, and he stood there motionless."

"It's just a dream, it's still early, drink a couple of sips of water and continue to sleep slowly."

When Song Shuman woke up again, the fragrance wafted all over the room, and when she opened her eyes, she found that it was already noon.Ji Yangqing finished the meal, he knocked on the door, and called her outside the door: "Aren't you willing to get up to eat?"

While eating, Ji Yangqing asked, "By the way, I have something I want to discuss with you."

"what's up?"

"I didn't find you a job in the hospital, so I'm not willing to let you go. I'll go to Shanghai next month, and there's a medical school there. I can find you a teaching job."

"Shanghai?"

Ji Yangqing nodded, "Shanghai."

"I'm going to Shanghai for a business trip in a while, it may be three months, or it may be two or three years." Ji Yangqing explained a few more words, "It's too deserted to be alone at home, when I go The length is also uncertain, although you can come back when you are free, but it is always rare, I don't feel relieved to leave you alone in Jiangning Mansion."

"So, do you want to come with me?"

"I don't know how to teach, and I didn't study in a normal school."

"You can teach it if you know it. What you learn, you can tell them to listen to it."

After Song Shuman got married, the days became more and more confused. The sun rose and set, and the day passed without doing anything. It would be great if I could go to teach.

Song Shuman nodded, "Okay, when are you going?"

"In three or five days, I'll go after I deal with the matter at hand."

Before going to Shanghai, Song Shuman brought a gift to Xiao Lisui, and chatted with Xu Qingmei in the afternoon.

Xiao Li Sui sat on the bed with a gift and played, Xu Qingmei stuck to Song Shuman's shoulder and arm, "I heard that Shanghai is full of good things, if you go to Shanghai, bring me good things."

"Got it, if I have money, I'll buy you the whole of Shanghai, okay?"

"Then I'll move to Shanghai immediately, choose a big house in the city, and then play cards and drink coffee with you every day."

"However, how long will you be going to Shanghai this time, and when will you come back?"

"I'm not sure, I may have to stay in Shanghai for a while, don't worry, no matter when I come back, I will definitely remember to bring you a gift."

"The westerly wind on the lake is rushing towards the evening cicadas. At night, the dew is clear and the red lotus is wet. Stay less and return to ride to promote singing and feasting.

Don't say goodbye to marigold wine.Entering the court must be close to the jade furnace smoke.I don't know what year it will be again. "

Xu Qingmei finished reciting the poem with a sad face, "Shuman, we won't see each other for a long time again."

Song Shuman looked at her with disgust, "Where did you come from?"

"When I went to study abroad, I didn't see each other for a longer time."

"I don't know, I just suddenly felt that after you leave this time, we will meet very rarely in this life."

With her back to the window and her elbows leaning on the window sill, Song Shuman looked at Xiao Li Sui, "It's not that exaggerated, it's not like I won't be back, Xiao Li Sui, don't you think so?"

Xiao Lisui stood on the bed and looked at them happily, smiling so hard that the corners of his mouth couldn't close together, he was shaking the plush doll in his hand, Xu Qingmei looked at Song Shuman, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled.

Xu Qingmei picked up Xiao Lisui, "Godmother, do you want to hug your goddaughter?"

Little Li Sui is not afraid of life, very courageous, Song Shuman clapped her hands and opened her hands towards Little Li Sui, and Xiao Li Sui stretched out her hand.Song Shuman took Xiao Lisui, "Godmother will bring you a lot of delicious food in Shanghai, okay?"

Xu Qingmei was jealous with her daughter, "Just give me a present, but give him a lot."

"Are you still his mother? How can you compare with a child?"

"I don't care, you have to bring me as many copies as you bring her. You have known me much longer than you have known her."

"Okay, kid has a temper."

Early the next morning, Song Shuman asked Lin Dailan to go to the temple together. The car had to stop at the bottom of the mountain. Lin Dailan was wearing high heels and stepping on the stone steps, "Song Shuman, walk slowly!"

"Who told you to wear high heels?"

"It's you who suddenly invited me to burn incense. It's not because I wear it well." Lin Dailan complained, "It would be great to invite me to drink coffee, why suddenly invite me to burn incense?"

"I'm happy, if you're not, don't agree to me."

"Who says I'm not happy, I'm just offering a suggestion."

The temple is built on the mountain, but the mountain is not high. Lin Dailan complained a few words after a few words, and she came to an end in a short while.

Song Shuman and Lin Dailan each took three incense sticks. She knelt on the futon, and in front of her was a huge Buddha statue with a gold-plated body, sitting cross-legged. Song Shuman bowed her head reverently, praying silently in her heart.

"First, I wish my father and younger brother to be healthy and happy, free from disasters and difficulties; Second, I wish Qingmei Dailan happiness and carefree; Third, I wish..."

"Three wishes for Zhou Ru to be safe and happy, and to have a smooth life."

I will never meet again in this life. Before leaving this land, the last wish left is for you, and it is also the last time for you.