Fate is the enemy GL

【Chapter 6】【Run to the Light】

Ye Jin still remembered the surprised expression of the editor he was most familiar with when he was about to close his pen.

The two were sitting at a roadside stall eating wontons and fried dough sticks. Ye Jin said vaguely, "I plan to stop."

The editor froze in place immediately, then stretched out his greasy hands and pinched her face: "Are you out of your mind?"

"You're out of your mind." Ye Jin shook off the editor's hand with a look of disgust. The editor was a middle-aged woman with a humorous personality who was very popular with the author.

"...Then why do you suddenly want to stop?" the editor asked in surprise.

Ye Jin swallowed a mouthful of soup, and then said calmly: "I think my value in this world has been reflected."

"speak English."

"I want to get married. Tired."

Yes, she does feel very tired, terribly tired, probably because she is really old and no longer young. She has gone through ups and downs along the way, experienced difficulties and obstacles, and seen many customs and customs and ways of the world that she has never experienced before.

No matter how beautiful the scenery along the way is, I finally took my own boat and moored back to the harbor, no matter whether this harbor conforms to the inner desire of my youth.When you are tired, just have a place to live for the rest of your life.

Youth is crappy shoes, beautiful and delicate on the outside, only the wearer knows the bitterness on the inside, but they have no choice, the shoes in front of them have to be stepped on for many years and kicked all the way, and finally the feet are full of hard calluses to cope with the future Fear not the thorns or thistles of the hard way.

And once youth is over those shoes are no longer attractive or useful.

Practicality became the first choice, and Ye Jin felt that he was no longer young.

When I was young, I promised to run towards the light until I died. I studied and worked for a constant goal in my heart. I felt lonely and melancholy because of the emptiness of my emotions. But that was Ye Jin's life composition plan. She felt that she should walk more when she was young and still had strength. Go to some places to see more of the world, and after a certain time, there will be a person with her soul who is compatible with her to be with her.

She was waiting for that person to appear, and the appearance of Lan Yi made her hopeful. She felt that Lan Yi was the one who could depend on each other for life.

The person you meet in your youth may not be the most suitable person for you. You will meet the person who makes your heart throb when you have a successful career and a happy family. However, the two can only wave goodbye to each other or cherish each other.

Lan Yi is like that, but Ye Jin is fearless.

She can only meet once in a lifetime, and she won't let go.

She remembered that sentence, run towards the light, and rest until death.

The stalemate with her original partner Zhou Ziyuan will continue, and she will use whatever means, of course, these means will definitely be within her cognition and moral standards.

Man needs a frame to limit himself, lest he fall into the void.

Ye Jin didn't intend to write any more manuscripts, but after knowing that Zhou Ziyuan needed her own manuscripts very much, she changed her mind, of course, this is a story for later.

Lying on the sofa of Zhou Ziyuan's house, which is actually Lan Yi's house, she remembered the encounter with Lan Yi.

In remote towns, where the cold wind howls on the loess land in northern China, the cave dwellings are dilapidated and dilapidated, old newspapers are pasted on the roof, and the noisy wind blows through the window lattices and makes a whistling sound, sweeping the world.

The enamel cup with peeling paint was filled with cloudy water and some khaki residue, whether it was mud or something else.

Clarified the water, drank it reluctantly, wrapped the quilt tightly and warmed the body.

She learned how to burn the kang, sitting on the top of the kang, it was very warm, the quilt seemed a little damp, and she was very grateful that the master entertained her with the quilt, but it was so heavy that it was almost crushing.

She had suffered so much, so she didn't take it seriously. On the wall opposite the pot table was a yellowed New Year picture, two white dolls were playing with fish and treasures in their arms, vividly.

Suddenly, she saw beauty. Enduring the cold, she jumped off the ground and found her shoes from a pile of firewood on the ground. There were many debris stuck to them. She put on the shoes and found them in the bag on the ground. I took out the camera, took a picture of the New Year picture, and took a picture of the yellow sand outside the window through the door.

Capture the feeling of turning around and passing away.

It was one night, and the incandescent light was very dazzling. She felt that it was a waste of electricity, so she turned off the light early in embarrassment and went to bed. The wind and sand outside were still howling. She was waiting for a day when the wind and sand outside would be less, and she would go out to shoot at night.

She lives with a farmer who raises cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks. The owner is enthusiastic. She explains why she is here and wants to borrow a period of time to finish her work. She said that she paid 500 yuan.

The couple collected money and arranged for her to live here. Although the place is not spacious, it is well-maintained. The hostess indicated that she could live for a long time, and she answered with a smile. A week will do.

Falling asleep and falling into a deep dream, the quilt gradually became cold, weighing heavily on her body, and she was a little out of breath, but she was used to going with the situation, tucking her hands under her armpits to keep warm.curl up into a ball.

The next morning the wind had stopped, and the weather was fine. She happily folded the quilt, took the camera, breathed into the glass, and drew a small bright area. She saw a man talking to the host in the yard. Man Wearing a thick gray down jacket, with a neat cropped cut, he was chatting with the host, with an expression that did not belong to this land.

Surprised, she stepped out, the cold air made her uncomfortable, she took a breath, put on leather gloves and hugged the camera, said hello to the hostess, and planned to go out.

She squinted at the man, only to find that he was also looking at her.

Looking at each other speechlessly, the man turned his head away and said to the host with a smile: "The cattle and sheep in this village can be sent to the farm outside Liulidi. I will buy them at a uniform price. You can also talk to each other here."

The rest of the content could not be heard clearly, she wondered why the man came here.

That was Lan Yi. Later, Lan Yi told her the reason. The company was involved in the food industry, and the quality of the meat source could not be guaranteed. At that time, Lan Yi had not been promoted so high, but he also came here in person. Lan Yi raised the surrounding villages. The fat and strong cattle and sheep are all gathered in the farm under the company, and they are continuously purchased and sold under the brand of pure natural.In fact, Lan Yi came here for the purpose of investigation and supervision. There are always many shocking scars in the Chinese food industry. The company is very cautious, so it is safe.

The man raised his eyebrows, and after talking to the host for a long time, she didn't stop, and ran around a few mountains, interviewing local farmers, taking pictures of the withered yellow grassland and blue sky, the peaceful appearance of cattle and sheep, and the innocent smiling faces of children.

It was already evening when she went back, and she was so hungry that she hadn't eaten at noon.

The hostess entertained them for dinner. She saw the man sitting beside him. The host was obviously in a good mood. He opened a bottle of wine, killed another chicken and stewed it. He also asked her to eat more together. She and the hostess sat sideways on the edge of the kang. , while two men and another boy, the son of the hostess, sat cross-legged at the table with their shoes off.

The host's feet are very smelly. It just so happened that she was still sitting next to her. She couldn't swallow it for a while. After eating a few bites, there was no leftovers. Leftovers will be disgusted. After eating, she quickly hid aside and looked up. The man's deceitful eyes.

She froze for a moment, the man smiled and understood at a glance, but without saying anything, he lowered his head and ate the last piece of chicken.

She took a lot of photos throughout the day, and she saw many beautiful things, the beauty in the rough, and the wild vegetables that survived stubbornly in the yellow sand.The child's face was flushed and bloodshot by the strong wind, and his eyes were sincere and moving.

Sitting on the simple stone steps, there is no wind at night, the cows are lingering in the cow pen, the sheep are a little restless but still quiet, the only thing that is not quiet is the group of chickens and ducks, clucking, quacking, chasing each other Fighting, she finds it interesting and can see it with fascination.

However, there was suddenly a person's warmth and breath behind her. She was keen and could feel these things.

"I'm not full, are you..." a playful voice.Gentle and quiet.

"..." She didn't speak, but turned her face to look, and the man simply sat next to her.

"Here." In his hand were two buns wrapped in oiled paper.

"Where did you come from?" She was a little surprised to ask such a question.

"Me? I was born by my mother!" He deliberately teased her.

"No...I mean, Baozi."

"I was hungry after getting off the train. I didn't finish my food. I wrapped it in oil paper and came here. I didn't expect to be able to eat it." The man smiled deliberately. "Eat?"

"..." She looked into his eyes, which were bright, and felt blushed all of a sudden, took the bun and tried to stuff it into her mouth, she was really hungry.

The man just smiled: "What are you, a girl, doing in such a bad place?"

"Take pictures and write manuscripts." She answered vaguely, this man had a charm that made her feel close, and he didn't feel threatening.

"Why did you choose this kind of place? Could it be that those Maldives, Shangri-La, West Lake, Guilin, etc. are not worth writing about?"

"Because those places are well-known by the world, they lose their original artistic conception and value. If you go there, you will meet people and don't care about the scenery itself. Beauty is not endowed by people, but the essence of its own existence." She said what was in her heart, and laughed at herself: "Many people say that I have a swollen face and pretend to be fat because I have no money, so I made such a bunch of strange remarks."

"No, you spoke very well." The man nodded with sincere affirmation in his eyes.

She just blushed and lowered her head: "Thank you for the buns."

"You're welcome, what's your name?"

"Ye Jin, the brocade of the splendid country."

"My name is Lan Yi, blue blue, resolute Yi."

That was the first time she and Lan Yi met. She believed that it was love at first sight. Lan Yi was full of the charm of a mature man, gentle and gentlemanly, with a handsome face and a wealthy family.

Everything was so perfect, except for one thing that made her feel unhappy.

It was a married man with a wife who was as good as him in terms of appearance and talent, and a daughter who was lively, lovely and beautiful.