phantom hand

On the night when Han Mukun was sent away, Li Chuang suffered from insomnia.

He found that what he had expected to do hadn't been done.Retaliation, coming out of the closet, all seemed to be floating clouds in the sky, and it was hard to see clearly, let alone do it.

Later, when he was eating again, he looked at his father with infinite emotion.Father Li was furiously watched by his son, and once he couldn't bear it and asked what you were looking at, Li Chuang told the truth, old man, you are lucky.This made Father Li confused, thinking that I can tell my fortune after giving birth to a son like you?But when the words were on the verge of speaking, they died down again under Mrs. Li's winking eyes - it's rare to have a lasting peace with the little ancestor, uh, it's better not to provoke trouble easily.

But if old man Li asked, Li Chuang would not tell the truth. The words "I wanted to show you my boyfriend" were enough to make Father Li pass out eight hundred times. Before, he thought that it was difficult for Han Mukun to get home, so he took the opportunity to settle it once and for all. But now, there are too many variables. An uncertain thing first stimulated his father to be hospitalized.

So he said that the old man's life was good, so he must have escaped in disguise.

Yes, he escaped, because he didn't know when the next time he would have the urge to come out.It seemed to be right in front of his eyes, but in fact he was far away in the sky. He had a premonition that Han Mukun would not easily come to the Northeast again.In other words, he would no longer be so eager to see himself and set foot on the plane the next day.

For a whole month, Li Chuang insisted on calling Han Mukun every day at first, but after half a month, he changed it to a text message, and after another half month, he didn't even know what to write in the text message.

Before, Li Chuang couldn't understand those men and women who broke up after graduation, as if the two places were an insurmountable gap, which was insurmountable.He always felt that if two people really had feelings for each other and thought about each other in their hearts, then the distance would not be a problem.

But now, the distance really dilutes the feelings.

Li Chuang felt that he almost watched the emotion fade, but he was helpless.

He clearly remembered every phone call he made and every text message he sent, so the subtle emotional fade had a clear context.

Sunny September 8

It was the morning after Han Mukun arrived in Shenzhen. Li Chuang had a sleepless night. He stayed up almost until eight o'clock, thinking that the other party should get up, and then dialed the phone with bated breath.

The other party answered quickly, and said, "Morning, I'm here, the man and machine are safe."

Li Chuang rolled his eyes: "Who cares about the machine, as long as you are safe."

Han Mukun was amused, and joked: "If the plane is not safe, I will be safe."

Li Chuang was speechless: "Hey, I'm a domestic long-distance caller. Can you tell me something useful?"

"All right, all right," Han Mukun said with a good-natured attitude, "Then you can set an example, and I will draw a tiger like a cat."

Li Chuang frowned like a caterpillar, bit his lips and didn't say "I miss you".

When Han Mukun said before, he didn't take it seriously at all, as if this "thought" was extremely worthless, but now it's his turn, he understands this feeling.It's a pity that the guy who said "I think you, why don't you come back, you're playing wild outside, right?" suddenly cherished words like gold.

cloudy on October 8

Li Chuang didn't get up until nine o'clock in the morning. He probably didn't get enough sleep the day before, so he made up for it on this day.

After waking up, he ate a delicious morning tea under the care of Ms. Zhao, and then received a call from Ai Gang. The other party was very upset and told him that Zhao Qingyu still couldn't be reached. Sure enough, it is still shut down.

Li Chuang felt that Zhao Qingyu looked like a bear hiding in a tree hole, so he spent an hour and a half sitting in front of the desk meditating on the story of the bear and the dog, sketching in his head the pastoral scenery, forest scenery, and the relationship between small animals. The plot is naive and interesting, as if he is really a writer of fairy tales.

At noon, the sun was covered by dark clouds.Not a breath of wind came in through the window, Li Chuang took one shower after another, but still sweated all over his body, so he called Han Mukun the second time after parting on the grounds of "diverting his attention".

This time the phone rang for a long time before Han Mukun answered it.

The man's voice was slightly tired, Li Chuang frowned slightly, and asked him, "What are you doing?"

Han Mukun sighed: "Go to work."

"Do you not rest on weekends?"

"Employee rest."

"Uh, I forgot that you are the boss." Li Chuang resented, but he was actually not interested in this question. After pondering for a long time, he seemed to ask the question that he cared most about casually, "Hey, how are you adapting?" ?”

Han Mukun didn't seem to react: "Huh?"

Li Chuang's black line: "Huh, what? Don't play dumb for me."

"Dizzy," Han Mukun suddenly realized, and then smiled wryly, "I haven't been able to deal with the company's pile of things these two days, and I can't sleep all night at night. You have a bit of humanitarian spirit, okay?"

Li Chuang curled his lips, feeling uncomfortable: "Then I'll go over and fan you to repel mosquitoes?"

Unexpectedly, Han Mukun answered quickly: "Success, this is absolutely unthinkable treatment."

Li Chuang suspected that the other party knew that he was just talking, so he deserved to be so straightforward: "Then you wait, cut."

"Oh, that's fine, let's spend your summer vacation in peace," Han Mukun said with envy in his tone, "Happy kid."

Moderate rain on March 8

"Hey, would you like me to send you two recent photos?"

"Well, okay."

After hanging up the phone, Li Chuang took selfies with his mobile phone for about [-] minutes, but none of them were satisfactory, either because the angle was not good or the light was too dark. As a result, when he was sitting there sulking himself, he suddenly felt very sad, why should he be so energetic? Hurry up, obviously that old bastard can't turn around by himself...

So in the end, the photo was not posted.

Han Mukun didn't call or send a text message to ask why the pornographic photos hadn't arrived, as if there was no such thing. Later, Li Chuang called again, but he didn't mention it, so the matter was left alone.

Cloudy on September 8

"Have you met Zhao Qingyu?"

"...No, what's the matter?"

"Oh, it's just that there has been no contact over there."

"He's using your original phone number now, right?"

"Uh, why are you so awkward? That phone call was originally him."

"Oh, that's right. To be honest, I still find it incredible that people exchange souls, and you two can be on the Discovery Channel."

"..."

"Hey?"

"Old bastard, aren't you still struggling with this problem?"

"No, it's actually quite calm, just think about it occasionally, and leave some aftertaste."

"You can't accept new things!"

Sunny and high temperature on August 8

"I said, why don't you take the initiative to call me?"

"what?"

"Ah what, what on earth are you thinking?"

"Halo, ancestor, you are on summer vacation and I happen to be in peak season, do you dare to be considerate of the working class?"

"Get out, if you are 80% of the salary, you are considered poor and lower-middle peasants."

"All right, all right, I'll call you in the future."

"Humph."

After that, Li Chuang waited for three days, but there was no movement on the phone.

Li Chuang counted the days like a rivalry, and finally couldn't bear it on the fifth day and sent a text message to the other party: What are you doing?

It took an hour and a half for the other party to reply: a meeting.

Li Chuang looked at the two words plus a punctuation mark, and suddenly felt that he had nothing to say.

After that, Li Chuang never called Han Mukun again, but only sent some irrelevant text messages every now and then. Sometimes Han Mukun replied, sometimes not, but the content was even more irrelevant.

In the hottest week in late August, Shenyang entered the high temperature orange warning.

Li Chuang was nestled at home, but somehow he suffered from heatstroke. He lay sick on the bed blowing a fan and drinking Huoxiangzhengqi liquid for several days, but his limbs were still weak and dizzy.

Ms. Zhao was busy taking care of him, but she was really distressed later, so she managed to get her son to the hospital, a few bottles of medicine entered his veins, and Li Chuang finally regained his breath.

During this period, he kept holding his mobile phone, and even put it next to his pillow when he drowsily hung up the medicine, for fear of missing a call or a text message.But as always, the phone is quieter than the alarm clock.

When walking home from the hospital, the sky was very blue, as if the dust had been burned away by the sun, revealing the clearest essence.Li Chuang was sitting in a taxi, looking through the glass, his eyes were so stabbed that he could hardly keep them open.

But he still watched.

Because that azure blue reminded him of Shenzhen, of the ups and downs but comfortable and warm days, of hitting Ling Fei's head with a wine bottle, of stabbing Han Mukun's tire with a saber.Also, the day when I sent Han Mukun away was also so sunny.

Li Chuang thought that when he swore, "I'll give you time", he should have set a deadline, so that at least he could know where the end was and what the outcome would be.It's not now, knowing that some things are drifting away, but there is nothing you can do, and you don't even know what to do.

Mom, he hasn't said those three words to the old bastard yet, has he, there is no chance again?

Vaguely, Li Chuang seemed to see a pair of hands in the sky. Those hands were mischievously holding a thin wooden board full of threads, playing happily. The threads stretched down long and thin until they perfectly connected with his limbs.

It was like this until the end of August.

The senior year started early, Li Chuang didn't go back to the dormitory, but went directly to the counselor to get the practice manual and went home.

In fact, the so-called internship is just a formality. There are many people who don't do anything and finally get the official seal of the unit.Li Chuang wanted to follow suit at first, planning to go to Shenzhen to stay for two months and finally let the old bastard get a unit seal.

But now, he was at a loss.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Li Chuang was woken up by the alarm on his mobile phone.At first he thought it was someone making harassing calls in the middle of the night, but after listening carefully, he realized that the soothing and soft music was the default alarm clock.

Li Chuang took the phone over inexplicably, and there was a memo jumping on it, prompting a dynamic birthday cake picture.

——August 31, at [-]:[-], the old bastard is one year older again.

That was when he and Zhao Qingyu switched bodies and set the alarm after calling the old bastard that night. Originally, he set it on Zhao Qingyu's Apple phone, but now that he changed back, he naturally adjusted it quickly.

He is afraid of forgetting.

Now it seems that he is extremely wise.

Taking a deep breath, Li Chuang lay on the bed and sent Han Mukun a serious sentence: Happy birthday, old bastard.

I don't want to come back quickly, as if waiting: Thank you, little bastard.

Li Chuang immediately perked up, staring at the phone screen as if he was about to burn a hole in it.

But after a long time, there is nothing else.When Li Chuang was overwhelmed by disappointment, he realized that he was waiting for the other party's call, looking forward to it.

He wanted to call Han Mukun and ask him what he was doing, if he didn't sleep, and asked him how his birthday was, if he didn't watch it by himself, so he went to the nightclub to play wild, and asked him why he didn't give If you make a call by yourself, it will be 1 cents for [-] minute of domestic long distance. Can you afford it?

I wanted to ask too many questions, and my chest was blocked, which made me feel very uncomfortable.

Li Chuang knew that he couldn't fall asleep, so he didn't force it anymore.He went to the bathroom to wash his face, hoping to feel better.As a result, when he raised his head from the sink, he saw himself in the mirror, with his wet face dripping water, as if he had run [-] meters.

Li Chuang remembers reading this sentence somewhere, saying that happiness is when you look in the mirror and like the person you see.

He really likes this himself.

So, happiness turns out to be suffering?

let's go.

When these three words floated out from the bottom of his heart, Li Chuang felt unprecedented peace, as if the dust had finally landed on the ground after being blown wildly by the strong wind, no matter whether it turned into dirt or mud, there was a result.

He once told Zhao Qingyu that love is a matter of judgment, whether you like it or not, there is really nothing to think about.As a result, others forgot about it after speaking, Li Chuang ran on him, and went back to bed and sent Han Mukun the penultimate text message: If you really feel that you can't accept it, let's split up.

After waiting for a long time, Han Mukun did not return.

Before one o'clock, Li Chuang didn't believe that he was asleep.So I sent the last one: If you don't reply, I will take it as your agreement.

Li Chuang waited until eight o'clock in the morning with his eyes open, heh, he really didn't reply.

That's good, who the hell can't live without him.

Locking the practice manual in the drawer, Li Chuang went downstairs to buy soy milk fritters for Ms. Zhao, who had been complaining of sore waist and leg pain recently, and bought a pack of long-lost cigarettes for himself.

On the first Sunday in September, when Li Chuang was having a family reunion with Mrs. Li's father, Ms. Zhao, Qiu Lei's sister, and Banana's brother-in-law, he called Zhao Qingyu on a whim, but he got through.

Well, he was completely unprepared, so after hearing the clear and pleasant "Hello" from the other party, he was still a little dazed.

Zhao Qingyu was calm and asked, "How are you doing?"

"Of course I'm fine, Wahaha every day," sometimes you don't need to think too much, "but you, have you traveled to Mars this month?"

"I think so too, can you get me a boat ticket?"

"By boat?"

"spacecraft."

"...Honey, you've become more humorous." Li Chuang definitely expressed his feelings.

Zhao Qingyu smiled unhappily: "I spent the summer vacation at home, it was fine, I didn't think about anything quietly, just stayed with my parents."

Li Chuang's black line: "You don't think about anything, Ai Gang's dog's paw almost scratched the door of my house."

Zhao Qingyu was puzzled: "What is he scratching your door for?"

"If you can't find you, of course you have to find me to vent your anger, I'm that innocent Chiyu!"

Zhao Qingyu was quiet for a while, then changed the subject.

Li Chuang just said it happily, he doesn't want to care about anyone's affairs now, including himself-of course, he really has nothing to do.

After talking on the phone with Zhao Qingyu, Li Chuang stayed in a daze for a while, until the burnt cigarette burned his fingers.

The pain was so small that it could be ignored.