Strawberry West Toast

On the morning of June No.15, Wang Zhen took a flight to Capital Airport and arrived in Beijing amidst the roar of the plane landing.

Every moment was so long, he turned off the phone, refused everyone's messages and calls, walked into the airport with bloodshot eyes, took a taxi to the studio outside the Fifth Ring Road.

The studio was rebuilt from a cement factory, and the industrial relics along the way were covered with dust. The appearance of the building was very old, but the dormitory conditions were not satisfactory.Wang Zhen lived here alone at first, but when new students came later, it became three people.

There is no sign of summer in Beijing in May, but the wind is very humid. This kind of wind should be pleasant to blow on the body, but Wang Zhen will suddenly hate this city. It turns out that the summer in the city is so similar that he doesn’t even Can't tell where I am.

After the parting, he recalled the scene of the day over and over again, feeling that if he softened his heart and stayed in Huishi, maybe the result would be different. This kind of thought made him loathe himself, how could he do this for him, give up his future and go to Love him, but he doesn't want him, yes, he doesn't want him anymore, he abandons him, everything is over.He closed himself off, staring in a daze at the photos in the album every night, not sure whether he was crying or laughing, the memories seemed to never go away, tormenting him every second.

No. On the 20th day, he deleted all the photos and felt infinitely happy, but at night he was half asleep and half awake, dreaming that he was back on the street at the lower corner, and Pei Yiwei carried him forward, forward, and the road never ended.

When he woke up, he retrieved the photos from the trash can, looked at them again, and knew that he was completely defeated and hopeless.

I can't remember which day it was, maybe it was Wednesday, when he passed by the cafeteria in the park, his roommate suddenly mentioned the repeat students in the same building.

"I heard that I was sent to the hospital, but I couldn't be saved," said the roommate. "It seems to be depression. This is not the first time I have cut my wrist."

"Which one is it?" Wang Zhen asked.

"You should have seen him, the one in room 608 who always wears a black sweater."

"I have no impression." Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment, and the black sweater made him have uneasy associations.

After returning, he checked the flights on Saturday, and there was only one flight to Huishi. He booked a ticket, but an hour later, he began to regret it.He decided to let the weather decide for him, and if it rained tomorrow morning, he would cancel the trip.At night, he repeatedly checked the weather forecast, knowing that it would rain tomorrow morning.Hour after hour passed, as the sun rose, raindrops floated in the sky, followed by torrential downpours.He lay by the window for a long time, got out of bed at eight o'clock, and started to pack his luggage.

His hands were shaking as he walked out of the airport, cringing as if about to uncover a life-or-death secret.It took a while to transfer to the bus, and it was just after six o'clock when we arrived at the lower corner. Today, the lower corner is extremely quiet, with few pedestrians on the street, the air is cloudy and humid, and sometimes there is a chug of some kind of machine.

The gray houses on both sides are high and low, and there are huge "demolition" characters written on the walls. The chug sound is made by the excavator. The driver of the excavator is cleaning up the broken steel bars and cement blocks, and then loading them away. They have demolished seven houses like this one.

Wang Zhen started to run, his sense of fear overwhelmed his anxiety, and he rushed to the downstairs of the unit, where the door had been sealed, and there was a sign of "Keep Danger Close" hanging on the door.He pushed aside the yellow and black warning tape, kicked open the door, and ran up to the sixth floor in one go.The floor of the corridor is covered with dust, and the door is open, like a long-abandoned ruins.

Wang Zhen walked into the living room and saw that there was nothing in it. The furniture and electrical appliances had been removed. Even the wallpaper in the bedroom was torn off and left aside. It was a completely deserted room.

He squatted on the ground and trembled slightly. In despair, he remembered his sister-in-law's number, and held his breath, he dialed it.

As soon as the bell rang, it was connected. My sister-in-law said "Hello" and said, "Student Wang?"

"It's me, sister-in-law," Wang Zhen said, "I can't get in touch with Pei Yiwei, do you know where he is?"

"Is he?" The aunt thought for a while and said, "I went to Shanghai to see a doctor last week. Is there anything I can do with him? I'll ask his mother to tell him."

"...to see a doctor?" Wang Zhen hesitated, "Then don't bother him, the matter is not urgent."

He walked on the street aimlessly, tired and dazed, not knowing where he was or where to go.He wants to lie here and the wreckage truck will take him and throw him into the hot furnace and his teeth and bones will turn into cement and become a new house, his house, and let him remember that he loves him forever , hate him forever.

"The one in the middle of the road!" Suddenly someone shouted, "Get out of the way! Do you want to be hit by a car!"

He came to his senses and made way for a truck loaded with waste. After the rumble of the motor, the air was full of yellow dust.He coughed a few times, walked outside a shop, and began to watch the flight to Shanghai.