Talking tablemates chase after me

The brief intersection caused by the earthquake seems to be eliminated by time due to the impact of the earthquake, and it ends slowly.

The final exams were held as scheduled.

Because of the previous two exams, there was no suspense about Ding Jinyu's first grade. When the rankings were announced, he only glanced at his results, and soon saw the name of his deskmate in the bottom No.2 of Class [-].

Mathematics with a perfect score of 140, Ding Jinyu 92, Mingxi [-], barely passed the passing line.

He also remembered the exercise book that he accidentally saw at Mingxi's home that night, which happened to be mathematics.

Before the exam, he had done the set of exercises completely, and found it a bit difficult. Although the exercise booklet in Mingxi's room was only half done, but those who can complete half of the difficult questions, even if they fail the exam, they will never get more than this point. .

But meddling is not in his character, let alone—

He has moved away.

Even if there were some inexplicable connections, it should be over——

He couldn't allow himself to depend on Ming Xi.

He knew from a very young age that people can only rely on themselves. A person like him dare not and should not rely on anyone.

No matter what Ding Jinyu and Ming Xi think, at least the winter vacation that most of the students are looking forward to is finally here.

Ding Jinyu was alone at home, practicing the piano and doing quizzes, almost no different from when he was living under the fence; even compared to before, Ding Yinan occasionally accompanied him to have a meal and chat, which was a lot better.

Time always flies by quickly, after several sets of papers are written, as soon as he lowers his head and raises his head, it will be from dawn to dark; but even so, he still feels that every day is extremely boring, like a winter quilt missing a corner, why? Gai Du awkwardly took advantage of the wind.

He never knew why, until one Friday afternoon, he went to the dessert shop to buy some desserts and candies as usual. On the next Saturday, when he took the violin out of the case, he looked down and saw the dessert in front of him... …

It wasn't until this moment that he remembered that the little girl would never come again.

Mingxi's concern, like a box of Band-Aids and a cup of hot milk, is so small and invisible that people can ignore it; it's like the sun on the early morning of the weekend, when Ding Jinyu opened his eyes, it had already climbed onto his window sill.

The sun was so warm, he didn't guard against it, didn't notice it, and forgot to reject it; until he felt the warmth, he had already gotten used to it.

He rejected this kind of dependence, but when he turned around, he found that it might not be just this kind of dependence that he rejected.

Days passed and today, Mingxi's cute profile picture on WeChat finally showed unread messages.

When he saw the voice from Mingxi, he hesitated for a long time before clicking on it; Mingmei's childish voice was on the receiver, asking him when he would take Jasmine to play again.

Ding Yinan once said——

"Actually, isn't it all like this between friends? If you trouble each other, you will get closer."

He always thought that as long as he avoided Ming Xi, this pathological dependence would be over, but he didn't realize that the involvement between them was already mutual.

After many days of awkwardness, he finally walked into the familiar courtyard door with his violin and mango mousse on a weekend afternoon.

It's just that Ming Xi is still not at home.

Later, he went there a few times, but he didn't see Mingxi; he saw Mingxi riding a bicycle back from the direction of Jacaranda Street when he was running at night, and he probably went to work every day during the winter vacation. .

He saw it from a distance, so he hid from a distance.

Time passed by so calmly, until he found the green trees on the side of the road covered with colorful lights on the street where he ran every night, and then he realized that the Spring Festival was approaching.

Immediately afterwards, Ding Yinan called to apologize.

Only once a year, she was going back to Ding Yan's new home for New Year's Eve; Ding Jinyu suddenly wanted to laugh when she heard her apologizing repeatedly on the phone.

Who shouldn't spend the New Year with his family; he only has one person, so he should celebrate the New Year alone. He has been like this for so many years, and he has long been used to it. There is really nothing to be sorry for.

But he didn't dare to say this directly, for fear that Ding Yinan would be sad.

After dismissing my cousin, the day came to the daytime of the New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

Some southerners are used to reunion at noon. Ding Jinyu slept late the first day, and was woken up by the sound of firecrackers at noon the next day, which made his temples hurt. He used to live in several big cities along the coast, and fireworks were banned long ago. It's a little different.

A few days ago, it was difficult to order takeout as the Chinese New Year approached. After waking up, he had no appetite, so he simply ordered a bowl of cup noodles for himself.

It's time to brush up on the questions, it's time to practice the piano, and it's time to reunite with family members. For him, this day is no different from usual.

The sound of firecrackers sounded again during dinner, he raised his head from the paper, stretched his waist and walked into the kitchen.

There are quick-frozen dumplings sent by Ding Yinan in the refrigerator, so he won't let himself down during the Chinese New Year; he tore open the package and put the dumplings in the pan, and went back to the living room to turn on the dusty TV.

Before leaving this house, every year at this point, grandpa would set up a small table in the living room to make dumplings, grandma would go to the kitchen to prepare the reunion dinner, and he and Ding Yinan would sit in front of the TV and watch things that he didn’t quite understand at the time. Spring Festival Gala.

Grandpa would occasionally put white dots on the tip of the two children's noses, he and Ding Yinan looked at each other, laughing at each other foolishly.

"China Central Television, China Central Television, dear viewers, everyone—"

"happy New Year!"

The old TV had some sporadic snowflakes, and the opening remarks of the Spring Festival Gala hadn't changed much, but the host had changed several new faces that Ding Jinyu didn't know.

The lively light from the TV shone on his gradually pale face.

He felt a little out of breath.

Everything in this home is too familiar and too strange to him, he is like being nailed to the sofa firmly, and his fingers that want to touch the remote control to turn off the TV can't move.

Until a piercing alarm sounded from the kitchen——

All the utensils in the kitchen were prepared by Ding Yinan before, because he was afraid that Ding Jinyu would have nothing to eat during the Spring Festival; also because he knew his culinary skills, Qin Yuxi thoughtfully added a carbon monoxide alarm .

Ding Jinyu was awakened by the alarm, and rushed into the kitchen. It turned out that the water in the pot was poured out to extinguish the fire, and the alarm immediately sounded dutifully.

He went forward to turn off the gas, and the boiling water gradually calmed down; he fanned the steam in front of his eyes with his hand, and saw that the dumplings in the pot had turned into a pot of porridge.

The kitchen is the most smoky place in the house.

Before leaving Panyang City, his grandparents were reluctant to let him enter the kitchen at such a young age, always afraid that he would be scalded; after leaving Panyang City, he even had limited range of activities in other people's homes——

He is too unfamiliar with everything in the kitchen.

He only remembered that when he was a child, his grandparents cooked dumplings in cold water, but he didn't know that he was cooking quick-frozen dumplings——

Some things that look the same are actually quite different.

He didn't understand why today was the same as every New Year's Eve before, but it was completely different; he only knew that if he stayed in this environment for even a second longer, he might suffocate at any time.

Turning around and returning to the living room, he grabbed a coat and slammed the door as if fleeing.

The streets were decorated with lanterns and festoons, and lantern banners were even hung at the entrance of the community. It was a joyous scene, which was incompatible with the empty streets.

Ding Jinyu knew when the old house was being repaired before. Many houses near the No. [-] Middle School were rented out to students. Now that the school is on holiday, everything around has become deserted, especially now that it is time for the reunion dinner.

He wandered aimlessly on the deserted side of the road, and the colorful lights illuminated the street so brightly that he hardly knew where he was in a trance.

It wasn't until he saw the familiar, warm yellow light that he realized that he had reached the original intersection——

On the first night of his transfer to another school, he met Mingxi at the intersection.

Later Mingxi always liked to wait for him to come back from running at night at this intersection. They talked a lot under that streetlight, and they also leaned against the lamppost and bumped their foreheads to their chins, smiling at each other.

He saw from afar that Spring Festival couplets had been pasted on the entrance of the small courtyard. The living room of Mingxi's house was just facing the street. Although it was still an old-fashioned old iron window, it was spotlessly cleaned, except that it had formed a layer of mist this winter.

In the mist, he could see the word "Fu" pasted on the glass, and he seemed to be able to see the smiling family inside.

Father Ming must have cooked another table of good food, Mingxi would definitely steal it, my younger sister wanted it with her mouth open, and grandma's chopsticks would just fall gently...

Ding Jinyu didn't know how he came to the window of Ming Xi's house by some strange circumstances. When he found out, he was already standing by the window, and through the glass and water mist, he could see people moving in the brightly lit room.

He stretched out his hand in a daze, trying to wipe off the mist on the glass, as if he could get closer to the warm and lively fireworks inside, but when his fingers touched the glass, there was only a "creak" friction sound——

He even forgot that the mist in winter was all on the inside of the windows.

Suddenly, the window was pulled open from the inside.

Ming Xi was wearing a pure white turtleneck sweater, her whole body looked soft and warm, as if she was ready to be embraced by someone at any time.

"...Ding Jinyu?"

He showed his dimples to Ding Jinyu, which contained surprises that couldn't be hidden.