phantom hand

Zhao Qingyu stayed at home for a month, and his mobile phone was also turned off for a month.

As if isolated from the world, I just read books at home obediently, grow flowers, feed fish, and help my parents with things.Father Zhao still loves to answer him, but Mother Zhao can't wait to melt her son in her arms, especially when her son smiles at her shyly from time to time, which is many times gentler than before, and Mother Zhao is speechless.

Father Zhao didn't say anything, but in fact he couldn't stand this Huairou anymore. One time when he watched TV and didn't know what frivolous news was broadcast, it was almost a conditioned reflex that a certain person passed gay marriage legally, so Father Zhao snorted.As a result, the son who had been silent in the past suddenly said, Dad, I am not sick, don't feel ashamed.How could Mr. Zhao not feel ashamed?But these words used to be slipped out when scolding his son, and now it's a happy family relationship, Zhao's mother is still embroidering cross-stitch there, how do you let Mr. Zhao say it?So Father Zhao could only hold back and pretend not to hear.Unexpectedly, his son came over and slapped on his shoulder, which made Zhao's father feel numb all over, his body became limp halfway, and he almost slipped off the sofa.

The son didn't speak, just resting his head on his shoulder. Zhao's father had always expected this scene when he was in love, but unfortunately, Zhao's mother didn't give the opportunity to realize it. How could his dream be realized by his son 20 years later.

So for one night, Father Zhao didn't dare to breathe out, and he didn't dare to move his shoulders, for fear that his son's pillow would be uncomfortable.Zhao Ma watched from the side, went to wash a plate of fruit with red eyes, and continued to embroider her family carnival with her head down.

Zhao Qingyu found that those seemingly difficult things in the past seemed to be easy overnight. It turned out to be so comfortable to do what you want to do and talk about what you want to say.He vaguely knew that he had changed a little bit. He didn't know if the change was good or not, but at least, he felt at ease and warm now.

The school only required registration on September [-]th, so Zhao Qingyu turned on his long-lost mobile phone on the first Sunday in September.

It was a rather sweltering night, my mother stewed lotus root, and the aroma could waft for several miles, but unfortunately he could only drink soup—his trousers and clothes were obviously tight, he didn’t ask himself to be a model figure, but he couldn’t accept meat balls anyway .

Zhao Qingyu switched on the phone while drinking soup, but after taking the third sip, Brother Chuang's phone came in.

Zhao Qingyu was almost choked, he suspected that Li Chuang had installed satellite positioning in his mobile phone.

It was a short phone call, but Zhao Qingyu felt it was kind.Li Chuang was still the same as usual, he had no patience, and after a few words, he came to the conclusion, as if he just wanted to confirm that he was still alive.

Thirty seconds after I hung up on Li Chuang's call, several text messages suddenly flooded into the phone, and the urgent notification sound crackled endlessly, pressing one after another, and finally Zhao Qingyu simply waited in peace of mind until the phone stopped ringing.

There are a total of twelve messages, all of which are recent. Zhao Qingyu suspected that there were text messages earlier, but he shut down his phone for too long and did not intercept them.There are some long texts missing in the text messages, but it does not affect the reading, because the sum of large and small information is just one meaning-why don't you turn on the phone!

Totally Ai style, simple, rustic, silly.

Zhao Qingyu is sure that there is nothing nutritious in the lost ones in the early stage, it is nothing more than - how can you change it back!

Thinking about it, Zhao Qingyu unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

The heartache and entanglement with Ai Gang disappeared at this moment, and only the warmth and light feelings of being cared for by old friends remained.Those winds, flowers, snows and moons - if you can speak like this, it seems to be very far away.It's only been a month, but it seems like a long time has passed.

Suddenly, Zhao Qingyu thought of Sha Le again.He didn't know what was going on with that silly kid now, whether he was happy or still sad.But he doesn't have such an eager desire to explore, because these seem to have become a thing of the past, packed and sealed, and those residual images are only for occasional remembrance.

Zhao Qingyu planned to buy a No. [-] ticket, so that he could go back to school directly after getting off the bus, but on the [-]th, he received a call from Han Mukun, and had to advance the return date as a last resort.

It rained heavily that day, and the wells in the street were several centimeters deep because there was no time to drain them.

Zhao Qingyu was lying on the balcony looking at the sky, and his thoughts drifted to the northeast unconsciously, thinking about what Li Chuang was doing now.The Pure Moonlight Sonata sounded.

The three words of Han Mukun made Zhao Qingyu stunned for a moment, and for a moment, it was as if time had flown back.

Fortunately, this feeling dissipated quickly, because there was a remark under those three words - old bastard.

Zhao Qingyu smiled, and his tone was unconsciously relaxed when he answered the phone: "Hello, what's the matter?"

There was silence for a while, and then said: "You have not turned on the phone."

Han Mukun's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was an overworked white-collar worker, and his sub-health was very bad. Zhao Qingyu frowned unconsciously: "Are you okay? I'm at home for the summer vacation, and I'm not happy to turn on my phone."

There seemed to be an "oh" over there, and then Zhao Qingyu heard the man say, "I want to see you."

Zhao Qingyu was baffled, not to mention that the two of them had no relationship, even when there was a relationship, Han Mukun never used this tone, it seemed to be sincere, but there was something else mixed in this sincerity, chaotic and subtle.So he subconsciously said, "I'm still at home, not in Shenzhen."

Unexpectedly, Han Mukun said bluntly: "Where is your home, I will go to find you."

Zhao Qingyu curled his lips, feeling a little annoyed, thinking that we have been together anyway, and even if you don't care about it, at least you should know my background.But it's just a slander, because now he finds it ridiculous to pick up these old sesame seeds and rotten millet, let alone Han Mukun's depression, so Zhao Qingyu only focuses on the key points: "What are you looking for me for, you should go to Li Chuang."

Han Mukun was silent for a few seconds, and said, "I'll find you."

Zhao Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, vaguely feeling something was wrong.That's right, it's been a month since he and Li Chuang switched back. He turned off the phone, but Li Chuang didn't. Han Mukun has enough time to go to Shenyang, so now, the man is obsessed with wanting to see himself, afraid that his soul will be entangled in this exchange. arrive.

Thinking about it, it's true that a good-looking boyfriend suddenly has a big transformation, and everyone will not adapt well.

Han Mukun didn't say anything more on the phone, and Zhao Qingyu didn't ask any more questions, but just turned around and bought a ticket for the next day, and went back to Shenzhen.He thought that Han Mukun needed to determine something by himself, and he was willing to help with this.

Han Mukun has been sitting in the small coffee shop on the corner of the street for two hours. He hates the bitter coffee, the high chair that can't be stepped on, and those ugly saxophones, but at this time, only here is the quietest place.

He needs a quiet and secret atmosphere, so that he can settle down to take a good look at the people who are about to appear, take care of this month's entanglements, and make sure of his own feelings.This is contradictory, because feeling is the most ethereal thing, without shape, without substance. It may be affectionate one second, but it can be blown away by the wind from nowhere in the next second, but now he has nothing but feeling. other.

Souls can be interchanged, bodies can be interchanged, when a person's eyes have lost their reliability, he can only grasp the poor and weak feeling like the last straw.

From the hollow window in the corner, he could clearly see the whole street, and after an unknown amount of time, he saw his little boy walking towards this side.Rationality instantly denied it, this is not his little bastard, but the emotion is surging and almost gushing out, it is the residual emotion on the retina, no matter how you scrape it, it cannot be scraped clean.

The door bell of the store made a crisp sound.

Han Mukun turned his head slightly, and looked at Zhao Qingyu in a daze.

Zhao Qingyu also saw him, and then with a polite smile on his face, he went up to greet the waiter and said a few words, the waiter backed away, and Zhao Qingyu came over and took a seat.

"Long time no see." This was Zhao Qingyu's opening remarks.

"Not long." This was Han Mukun's response.

Zhao Qingyu thought about it, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he shrugged his shoulders: "Well, it's okay to say that."

Han Mukun frowned slightly. In the past, Zhao Qingyu was just a vague shadow to him, but now he can still feel that this person has undergone subtle changes. It may be the way he speaks, or the way he moves his hands. He can't tell.But he was definitely not his little bastard anymore, except for his appearance, he didn't look like him at all.No, if you take a closer look at those eyes, it seems that even the facial features are gone.

Zhao Qingyu knew that Han Mukun was looking at him, so he restrained himself from speaking.But Han Mukun watched it for too long, so long that he couldn't bear it, and finally broke the silence: "Sometimes I think about it, if there is no soul exchange, maybe the two of us are still together now, er, quite Tangled."

Han Mukun blinked his eyes as if returning to his senses, and after two or three seconds, he realized that Zhao Qingyu was talking to him, and quickly said: "Well, if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would never believe it."

Zhao Qingyu tilted his head, and asked thoughtfully: "Do you still not believe it?"

Han Mukun twitched the corner of his mouth bitterly, and shook his head lightly: "I believe it, although a hundred people are not happy."

Zhao Qingyu heard the clue, and asked tentatively, "Did you go to Shenyang to look for Li Chuang?"

"Hmm." Han Mukun took a sip of his coffee, curled his lips, and it was as bitter as traditional Chinese medicine.

"and then?"

"What then?"

"After you went to find Li Chuang."

Han Mukun looked at Zhao Qingyu for a few seconds before smiling bitterly: "I'm back, that's all."

Zhao Qingyu lowered his eyes, and the waiter just brought fancy coffee with a playful heart pattern on it, accompanied by the aroma of strong coffee, intoxicating: "Do you...can't accept Li Chuang now?"

Han Mukun was very dumb: "Do you want to hear the truth?"

"En." Zhao Qingyu stirred the coffee, watching the heart slowly transform.

"...I can't accept it."

Zhao Qingyu raised his head, stared at Han Mukun closely, and asked, "What about me, if I want to befriend you now, would you accept it?"

Han Mukun did not avoid Zhao Qingyu's gaze, but just looked at it openly, and it could be seen that he was thinking very seriously.

After a while, the man shook his head as if discouraged: "My eyes tell me it's this person, but my feeling tells me it's wrong."

Zhao Qingyu shook his head: "I'm not the same person."

Han Mukun showed an ugly smile in an instant, and suddenly raised his voice, unable to restrain his irritability...and sadness: "Then what about me! I think you think it's wrong, and I think he thinks it's wrong, so I disappeared for no reason? Really? fuck it!"

For a moment, Zhao Qingyu felt sorry for the old man.

But he was powerless: "I can't help you, you have to adapt yourself."

Han Mukun seemed to be about to cry, but in the end, he just leaned back on the sofa wearily, like a defeated wolf: "I tried my best, it was very difficult."

Zhao Qingyu knew, Zhao Qingyu understood, but Han Mukun was not the only one who was injured?When Li Chuang called that day, he didn't mention Han Mukun at all, he just talked about Ai Gang to himself, so he should have noticed.Zhao Qingyu took a deep breath, feeling like a confidant lady on Midnight Radio: "I understand how you feel, but it must be more uncomfortable for a guy like you. He has a short temper, and he can't wait for you to confirm again and again for so long."

As if to confirm Zhao Qingyu's worries, Han Mukun said helplessly in the next second, "He broke up with me."

Zhao Qingyu's heart skipped a beat: "He mentioned it to you?"

Han Mukun's "hmm" was barely audible.

Zhao Qingyu's expression slowly sank, and he said calmly: "You forced it."

Han Mukun immediately retorted: "I didn't."

Zhao Qingyu twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly, and said flatly: "At most, you don't have subjective intentions, just leave it to your subconscious mind, then you will be innocent."

Han Mukun looked at him blankly, and after a while, he said, "You are meaner than before."

Zhao Qingyu shook his head: "It was like this before, but you didn't notice it."

A few minutes later, Han Mukun drank the coffee in one gulp, then said it again without thinking: "Really, it's hard."

After that, the two looked at each other silently.

The cuckoo pendulum in the coffee shop began to cry "cuckoo" and "cuckoo" at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Han Mukun suddenly asked a special literary question: "Is loving someone the same as loving his soul?"

Zhao Qingyu couldn't answer, so he could only look out the window in silence.The sun was just right, and the palm trees cast beautiful shadows on the ground.