Lofty future

Lanting is the most pleasant area where the spring breeze is not drunk.There are tables and chairs, sofas, charging sockets, and carefully cultivated and arranged bonsai, like an ideal corner of a study.Everyone who comes to the bookstore likes it here and lingers.

When I went in, Chi Xue was picking books in front of a bookshelf with her back to me.I'm sure he heard footsteps, but he doesn't look back, wondering if he's really upset.

"How is it, isn't it good here?" I walked to him as if nothing had happened, and handed him a cup of coffee, "Of course, try your hand at it."

He lowered his eyes and glanced at my hand, refused to answer, turned around and sat on the sofa, playing with his hat in his hand.It seems to be a little emotional, but there is no resistance.

I put the coffee in front of him, and I had nothing to say: "This is our best coffee beans, let's see if it suits your taste."

He didn't seem to care much about this, he just looked at me: "Are you married to Song Weiran?"

"No, we are still the same as before, just good friends. But now I live with their mother and daughter, so there will be the scene you saw that day." I smiled, "The situation is more complicated, and it's a long story."

"Then take it easy, I don't have work in the afternoon."

"..."

It's not an illusion, he really has an inexplicable, deliberate attitude towards me.I can't figure out where this attitude comes from, what I want to convey, I just feel a little awkward instinctively.

But this kind of him is also very kind - since childhood, he has always given me headaches from time to time, and there is nothing I can do about him.

"This is her private matter, I can't tell. This bookstore is jointly opened by the two of us. When she encounters setbacks, I should help her both in public and private. It just so happens that the rented house is big enough, so we share it as a roommate. "

"Do you like her?" As if he was impatient to listen to my perfunctory, he asked further questions without waiting for my words to settle down, with an unabashedly aggressive tone.

The sunlight came in through the window and fell right on him, dyeing half of his face a bright hue.The other half was not favored by the light, but it was almost cold in comparison.

I paused, not wanting to unilaterally speculate on how I had offended him, nor did I want to make it too serious, so I asked half jokingly and half tentatively: "You had a bad complexion that day, could it be that you like her?"

He didn't accept my favor, and said coldly: "We're talking about you."

"Oh, then I didn't, don't get me wrong."

"Do you have someone you like?"

"...No, I wouldn't live with female friends if I did."

He nodded, his expression relaxed.Then, as if some taboo had been lifted, he finally became interested in the coffee in front of him, picked it up and smelled it, shook the cup and drank half of it in one gulp.

"Very good, you can sell 81 cups." After drinking, he commented generously.

In just a few minutes before and after, he has fully demonstrated his uncertainty to me.That kind of undefended calm made it impossible for me to think that he was playing a big name.

But it is also impossible to think that he is facing me in the way he used to get along with me when he was a child.Inappropriate and unnecessary.He will never be so childish and self-willed as to unilaterally insist on this inappropriateness and unnecessaryness.

After a while, Song Weiran came up.He suddenly became personable, and told her again the generous evaluation just now.

The three of us sat on the largest sofa in Lanting to reminisce about the past, bathed in the sunshine at noon in April.Occasionally, a breeze blows by, blowing the wind chimes on the window, and the sound is light and pleasant.

Song Weiran looked so happy, and Chi Xue was also very happy.

For a moment, I was fascinated by this atmosphere, and scenes of my childhood flashed through my mind.It may be the scenes of the three of us playing together, some of which I have forgotten are now reappearing.

I even felt that this was the scene I had been looking forward to the most for many years.Of course, in reality this is just an illusion.

I've never expected this before, I'm not such a luxurious person.

After more than ten minutes, the boss next door sent a text message saying that the private room is ready and the dishes are ready to be served, so we moved our position.Together with the original protagonist Jiajia, the four of them had dinner together.

I ordered a rich meal, and all the signature dishes and special dishes in the store were served, which is very suitable for feasting.But Chi Xue really ate very restrained, only sandwiching relatively low-calorie foods, chewing slowly.

With him around, the protagonist will naturally become him.

He is very used to this position, and in front of Jiajia, he behaved a little more distanced and polite than in front of Shen Weiran and me.

Later, another restaurant employee took the opportunity of serving the food and carefully asked him if he could take a photo. He smiled and agreed, and took a solo photo with more than one person.

Sincere and gentle, he spoke and acted like the most approachable celebrity one could imagine.When I met him face to face, I couldn't think about whether his performance was his own character, but only admired his self-cultivation.

I don't remember how many people have come to ask him, but he has always maintained that cultivation.

I don't say I was surprised, but at least I was shocked by his chameleon-like way of dealing with the world - his appearance is not only completely different from the way he treats me, but also completely different from the way he looks in my impression.

This may be his emotional intelligence as a celebrity artist, but in this situation, I secretly and crazily recalled him a long time ago.

He spoke on the 16th day when he came to the house, and that was also the day Meifang confirmed his adoption.

For the entire half month before this, he followed me every day.Eat only what I give, and only take requests and directions from me.Sleeping next to my bed at night, he would not come up if asked, stubbornly only sitting on the ground leaning against the bed post.We were outside and he was always two meters behind me.

Originally, I couldn't remember exactly when he came, but these details reminded me that it was summer vacation.

Compared with my age, I started school more than half a year later. Song Weiran, who was the same age, was already waiting to enter junior high school, and I was still entering the sixth grade.

I was actually depressed during that summer vacation. Xiang Meifang asked me to prepare for the junior high school review as soon as possible.

On the grounds of accompanying and opening his heart, I took him wandering around Guxu Road all day long, and occasionally joined neighbors and friends to play as appropriate.

Half a month later, news came from the police station that the child's whereabouts could not be confirmed, and he planned to send him to an orphanage.They also gave Xiang Meifang a reward to praise her enthusiasm and kindness.

"Hey, what's the matter, shouldn't we simple people help each other?" Xiang Meifang opened the envelope with two fingers, counted the amount inside at a glance, and then handed the envelope to me.

Then he asked the policeman: "He is such a big child, isn't it appropriate to send him to an orphanage?"

"It's a bit too old to be adopted. But he can stay in the orphanage until he reaches adulthood, and the government will solve his schooling problem. The future is still very bright."

"Qinghe Street Welfare Institute?"

"Arrange nearby, it should be."

Xiang Meifang frowned as she listened, with a dissatisfied expression on her face: "What good school can the Qinghe Street Welfare Institute give him? Don't send him to a technical school after finishing elementary school. What a waste of a good seed... How about it, I'll apply Adopt him, okay?"

I deeply remember the scene when Chi Xue heard this sentence.

Generally speaking, he doesn't care about other people talking about him and arranging his voice. If I hadn't followed Xiang Meifang to meet the police there, he would not have approached them at all.

So, when they were talking, he was standing two meters away from me, stepping on a sharp-edged stone with his right foot and rubbing against the ground repeatedly, sometimes trying to stand on it with one foot, as if his whole world was only that stone.

However, the question to Meifang obviously fell into his lonely world.

He was originally stepping on a sharp stone, with his arms slightly spread to maintain his balance.As soon as Xiang Meifang's voice fell, his side suddenly leaned forward, and the whole person staggered off the small rock almost in embarrassment.

Then, he turned his head, his dark eyes widened, as if he had just heard the most unbelievable news in the world.

Xiang Meifang noticed his movement and looked over to meet his gaze from afar.

After a while, he asked her loudly, "My child, are you willing to be my son?"

At that time, he looked like an intelligent robot that could listen to voice instructions. His lips opened and closed in small increments following Xiang Meifang's voice, but there was no sound at all.

His face was flushed with anxiety, and he waved his hands wildly.

I hurried over to grab him, grabbed his wrist and let him look at me, leading him in the way of teaching a child to speak: "Will, will, will, will. Tell mom, say you are willing!"

He stared at me closely, followed my movements and opened his mouth, making his lips bigger and bigger every time. After making gestures several times, he finally said in a thin and hoarse voice: "Yes."

At that moment, even if Xiang Meifang just asked casually at first, she could no longer take back her plan.

A magical change in the air in the courtyard entangled the three of us in one great, warm, invisible web.And I know what it is - it's the aura called "family."

A few days later, we went to go through the adoption process together.

Fill in the name column on the form, and Xiang Meifang asked me to write it, and I filled in the name that was seriously given to him with my strokes that I had practiced hundreds of times.

Xiang Chixue.

At that time, I never imagined that one day he would lose the word "Xiang", all the fluster, bewilderment, and silence, and become Chi Xue who is today's personable, long-sleeved and good at dancing.

The author says:

I'm going to apply for the list on the 10th, the data is too bleak, do you have any favorites and starfish, please help me to make a new list! ! ?