Yunyun

Qiao Yi yawned and drove out of the underground garage. The moment he swiped his card, he saw Yuan Chaonan on the other side of the road hurrying past with a bag of egg fried rice on the street.

"Shall we have a meal together?" The white people passing by suddenly slowed down, and the people in the car looked over the sunglasses and tilted their heads.

"...No, I've bought it." Yuan Chaonan raised the plastic bag in his hand and shook it at Qiao Yi, lowered his head and quickened his pace.

"Kid Qiao Yi also celebrates the holidays alone, and is still in the National Day shift. It's so pitiful, can you please... Teacher Yuan?" Qiao Yi followed slowly in the car, wrinkled his nose and winked at Yuan Chaonan, He pursed his mouth again and pointed back with a pitiful look, "Listen, they're urging me, they're occupying the bicycle lane."

Faced with Qiao Yi's familiar coquettish routine, Yuan Chaonan was defeated almost instantly. He obediently opened the car door and sat in. He fastened his seat belt in silence, not knowing where to look, so he stared blankly at him. Holding the box of fried rice with eggs in his hand.

What Qiao Yi said last time in the business hall was correct. Her credit loan application was finally rejected. Yuan Chaonan stared at the line "Application failed" in the loan progress query column on the computer screen and shook his head with a wry smile. "Not a local household registration, no car or house under my name, and a monthly salary of less than 5000..." Qiao Yi's cold tone resounded in his mind.That's right, that's her right, that's the conclusion that she tried her best to ignore those "studying is useless" and "it's good to be a boy" remarks behind her, and desperately wanted to stay in the city, inconspicuous and insignificant .Like a long-distance traveler in the desert, exhausted until the end of the road, only to find that there is another stretch of wilderness waiting in front of him.

Can I go back if I get tired?

On the screen of the mobile phone, the message "The loan should be fast, your brother needs it urgently." was just right in front of his eyes, and despair surged up layer by layer. Yuan Chaonan got up and turned off the lights, hiding himself in the silence of the night.

"Didn't go home?" Qiao Yi's voice sounded, breaking the silence in the car.

"Well... I didn't buy a ticket."

"train?"

"Ah."

"Tsk, I thought you wouldn't want to go back." Qiao Yi pushed the sunglasses on top of her head and curled her lips.

Yuan Chaonan didn't answer, Qiao Yi's ending sounded upward, like a question sentence, or it was just her usual casual teasing.

"I don't want to", this tone is a bit abrupt, because it never appeared in Yuan Chaonan's attitude towards family affairs. "Little boy, mom and dad worked so hard to raise you up, you must not forget home when you go out." This sentence is her attitude, her persistence, and the values ​​she upholds.Patriarchal, oppressed and exploited, so what?This is her original family, her parents, her brother, blood relationship, a curse engraved in fate, and an inescapable fetter. All she can do is to make them better.

Maybe everyone is better, and this state will no longer be the case.

"If you can buy a ticket, you have to go back." Yuan Chaonan stared at the taillights of the cars that came on one by one at the red light, and said softly.

"Listen to nursery rhymes for a while." Qiao also turned on the car stereo, and a hoarse male voice sang folk songs in a low voice, echoing in the car.

When I hide alone under the eaves of the heavy rain,

high beam side,

Will there be a sunny day...

"What do you want to eat? It's just a holiday. I guess there are many people everywhere, so let's find a place nearby." Qiao Yi asked.

"I bought food."

"...The restaurant won't allow you to bring roadside stalls in."

"I..." Yuan Chaonan was about to argue when the phone rang suddenly. After seeing the words Yuan Chaomin on the screen, he took a peek at Qiao Yi as if he was a thief, quickly pressed the answer button and pressed the phone to his ear.Qiao Yi rolled his eyes and turned off the music.

"Well, um... I, I'll go back as soon as possible. You take care of your mother first." Yuan Chaonan hung up the phone in a hurry, looking anxious, and speaking quickly, "Sorry, I can't accompany you for dinner, my mother suddenly I fell ill, and I have to find a way to go home quickly."

"Fell ill?" Qiao also slowed down the car, "Is it serious?"

"It's okay, but my brother asked me to go back as soon as possible, he can't take care of it." Yuan Chaonan subconsciously grasped the buckle of the seat belt with his left hand.

"Hey, wait a minute, calm down, are you going to jump out of the car?" Qiao Yi stretched out his hand to hold Yuan Chaonan, and turned on the turn signal to pull the car to the side of the road. "When will you go back? Now? Where's the ticket?"

Yuan Chaonan let go of his hand and fell silent.After a long time, I turned on the phone again, "I'll check the tickets for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, maybe there are."

Qiao also stopped talking, parked the car on the side of the road, turned on the emergency lights, picked up the mobile phone and leaned on the driver's seat to swipe carelessly.

"There are too few trains, and there will only be slow trains left the day after tomorrow." Yuan Chaonan raised his head, with deep helplessness in his voice.

"Yeah." Qiao Yi suddenly reached out to turn off Yuan Chaonan's phone screen, put down the handbrake and restarted the car, "Then let's eat first."

"No, no, I have to buy a ticket quickly..."

"Om—" Qiao Yi's cell phone vibrated, and the driver only glanced at it before throwing it to Yuan Chaonan.

[Air China, ticket issued successfully.Yuan Chaonan/Passenger ID...]

Yuan Chaonan froze on the spot.

"Are you good? This teller specializes in memorizing customer ID numbers. Take a screenshot and send it to yourself on WeChat." Qiao Yi was expressionless, before Yuan Chaonan could speak, "Take the plane to the city and then transfer to the bus. It’s faster than you competing with trains. I’ll see you off tomorrow morning, and at four o’clock, I’ll wait for you downstairs in your dormitory.”

"Thank you for nothing, hurry up and find a place to eat, sister, I'm starving to death." Qiao Yi waved her hand, turned on the car stereo again, and she whispered self-deprecatingly in the gradually rising singing voice, "This friend is really inexplicable What can I do, I am also desperate."

"Not here yet?" Yuan Chaonan's heart was hanging with the plane that finally arrived, and he received Qiao Yi's WeChat message as soon as he turned on his phone.

"Just landed, the plane cannot be turned on."

"Arrive at the left side of Exit 3, there is an airport bus directly to the long-distance station on the next level of the elevator."

Yuan Chaonan looked at the line "the other party is typing..." on the screen, which turned into a careful route explanation, accompanied by a schematic diagram. The originally chaotic mood was like someone handed her a piece of ice cream in midsummer. Is it still hot? ?After all, it will be better.

"Well, okay, thank you Qiao Yi, really."

"..." A new message popped up soon, but there were only three periods.

10 minute later.

"By the way, my sister bought the ticket to send you back to visit your doctor, not to sell yourself and donate to help the world, you know?"

It was supposed to be a relaxing holiday, but Qiao Yi hid in the old place of the bar and drank alone. Ji Yibei took his daughter to go abroad to play, and sent Chen'er a WeChat message, but was told that he was sick.

"What's the matter? Have you indulged too much? The entertainment industry won't let you get sick."

After hearing Qiao Yi's voice, Chen'er feebly threw the phone aside.

She was sick, seriously ill, but she didn't have any symptoms.The reason is that I went to Song Qingyan's studio to talk about activities that day. The event was discussed, and the person in charge agreed very readily, but Song Qingyan had a clear attitude and would not accept this kind of promotional activities again.

Chen'er was a little disappointed, and pretended to be joking and chatted, "This event is very meaningful. Going to kindergarten to teach children calligraphy and Chinese painting, and popularizing traditional culture since childhood is a kind of inheritance idea, and it's not just for our studio. Publicity and image, the event itself is also..."

"I understand. I think the event is good. It's just me. I'm still not used to working in front of the camera. I still can't handle it when there are many people, so I won't go. There are still many capable people in the studio. They can do better."

Song Qingyan's polite smile blocked everything Chen'er wanted to say, and those people who came out of the entertainment circle were so eloquent that they almost had the ability to turn black and white, and all of them disappeared.

I fell ill when I came back, and my body, which had been running around with artists for 24 hours, couldn't exert its strength for some reason.

At the end of the holiday, Song Qingyan made up for the meal owed to He Youning, but she always felt that this person had some indescribable changes recently.

For example, right now, He Youning is using his mobile phone to "sterilize the filter" of the dessert that just arrived.

Song Qingyan put the fork near her mouth, her eyes were a little different as if she didn't recognize the person opposite, and she said after a long time, "Uh, I can, have you eaten yet?"

He Youning also took back the phone apologetically, "You can eat it."

"Have you been led by your students recently, and you have learned the tricks of young people?"

"Ah...it seems..." He Youning said perfunctorily, and sent the picture just taken to Wen Xinfei on WeChat.

Wen Xinfei has always responded quickly, and always sent several messages in a row. At first, He Youning still had a headache for her, and she would always not finish a sentence and insisted on splitting it into several messages. Now she is used to her tone and method .

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"what is this"

"Where did you eat?"

"Looks delicious!"

"I want to eat, I want to eat"

"Eh?"

"Mr. He, are you dating someone [cute]"

He Youning's cell phone vibrated restlessly on the table, and she was so frightened that she quickly picked it up and opened the WeChat page.

"Why, what's the matter?" Song Qingyan put down the tableware, folded her hands on the table and leaned forward, "Tell me, who is it?"

"Who is it... just one, colleague."

"Hey, you're amazing. As for the old professors and pedants in your school, I can't make up your mind if you say it."

He Youning replied again, smiled at the phone, turned to Song Qingyan's gossiping face, and pretended to be serious again.

"Don't tell me yet." Song Qingyan raised her eyebrows and didn't plan to ask further. She knew He Youning and her feelings. If she was ready, she would definitely say it. The implication was that she would have to wait. wait.

After that time, she hasn't touched feelings for a long time.

So Song Qingyan is full of curiosity about the person in her mobile phone now, and she is no longer like her usual high-spirited personality.

Song Qingyan felt that the meal was worth it, although the other party was always absent-minded.As Song Qingyan's only friend, He Youning, Song Qingyan is interested in following up on everything about her. This is the revolutionary feeling she grew up with.

"By the way, did you take pictures at the work exchange meeting in our studio this morning? Did you take pictures? Show me, there are a few people who don't know whether they are here to exchange works or what they are here for, and they keep pulling me to take pictures. I don’t have time to look at those calligraphy and paintings at all.”

"Isn't their intention obvious~" He Youning shook his head and opened the phone album, and handed the phone to Song Qingyan, "Here, I took a few pictures of each of the calligraphy part, you can scroll to see."

Song Qingyan looked at it seriously and let out a "huh" after a while.

"What's the matter?" He Youning was still eating, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the subtle expression on the face of the person opposite, and he couldn't tell what emotion it was.

Song Qingyan kept swiping to the left in the photo album, and suddenly the photos taken before appeared. She wanted to return the phone, but the content on it didn't seem like it should appear in He Youning's phone.

"What are you doing, secretly taking pictures of other girls and children?" Song Qingyan raised the phone album and shook it at He Youning. In an instant, He Youning's face was flushed, and she quickly snatched the phone and held it in her hand , "This is a..."

"Huh? Colleague?"

"Hmm..." He Youning lowered his head, pretending to be chewing something.

"Oh, so such a young child is going to graduate school?" Song Qingyan teased her, and He Youning slowly explained, "It's a teacher, but it's a kindergarten teacher. We met by chance while listening to lectures."

"The teacher in Lilian's Kindergarten?" Song Qingyan asked thoughtfully.

"Hey, how do you know?"

"In the photo, there are words on the wall."

He Youning didn't say much, and Song Qingyan didn't ask too much.When I got home at night, I suddenly remembered something and sent Chen'er a WeChat message for the first time.

"I'm going to the kindergarten activity."

When Chen'er received this wechat message, she sat up from the bed, tidied up her whole body, and then sat on the bed in a daze for a long time.

"Hey."

"...ah... say..." It took a long time after the other party answered the phone to spit out these two words.

"I'm cured, I'm going to work!"

"what?"

Qiao also rubbed his eyes vigorously, took the phone away and looked at the time, it was 02:30 in the morning.

He confirmed again that it was Chen'er who called, and that he wasn't dreaming.

"I rely on you to be sick? Are you cured now? Once you have a job, you are more energetic. Do you think you were puaed by the boss..."

"Beep beep..."

"Hey?? Hello? Hello!!"