night tide recedes

Song Ran opened his eyes the next day, and Shen Wenfei really went back to the master bedroom. When he got up, he put the lotus seed soup in the steamer to heat it up, and after washing up, Shen Wenfei also got up.

Shen Wenfei's place of work is only 10 minutes' drive away from the community. He leaves the house at [-]:[-] every day. Song Ran waits for him to finish his meal and sends him to the door as usual. When Shen Wenfei puts on his shoes, he suddenly says, "There is a dinner today. , I will bring food back."

Sometimes he has entertainment, and if it is a good meal, he will pack a portion for Song Ran for dinner. In this case, Song Ran doesn't need to go out to buy food.

Although it is very convenient to come to the door for fresh food now, Song Ran still likes to go to the market to choose by himself. First, he can see and feel it to ensure freshness. Second, this is the only channel he can communicate with the outside world. Shen Wenfei rarely interacts with other people, and it's good to go out every day to get some fresh air and deal with small vendors.

Song Ran doesn't know much about Shen Wenfei's work, but he only knows that he is in the building materials industry. He recently took over a government project and is extremely busy. He mostly wears custom-made suits, in black and gray colors. Mainly, capable and concise, Song Ran's eyes were firmly glued to Shen Wenfei's body, and she whispered, "Don't forget to eat lunch."

Shen Wenfei turned his head and saw Song Ran standing in front of the porch wearing a goose-yellow plaid home clothes, his eyes were bright and full of soft love, he smiled very lightly, and said yes.

Sending Shen Wenfei away, Song Ran went back to bed and went back to the cage. Before going to bed, he turned on his mobile phone and saw the weather forecast pushes that there will be heavy snow in the next two days. Citizens are asked to reduce their going out. In this way, Shen Wenfei's dinner is quite suitable, and he does not need to brave the wind. The snow is out.

The room is far enough away from the heating, Song Ran can't help feeling a little drowsy, thinking how about roasting two sweet potatoes for lunch, brush some honey, put them in the oven, wait for the sweet potatoes to soften, then brush a layer of honey, sweet The sizzling honey will permeate into the sweet potato meat, take a bite, it will be soft and sweet, and if eaten in the stomach, the whole person will be warm.

Song Ran is very good at roasting sweet potatoes. He knows everything from choosing sweet potatoes to what kind of fire is the best for roasting sweet potatoes, because for a long time after he dropped out of school, he just pushed a charcoal cart to sell at the gate of A Zhong sweet potato.

At the age of 17, Song Ran met Shen Wenfei, who was 15 years old and just graduated from high school.

He is wearing the most common black and white school uniform, walking on the street with people coming and going, different from other youthful high school students, he seems not to laugh at birth, and he is much more mature than his peers. Song Ran had already noticed Shen Wenfei before he spoke.

No one would not focus their attention on a round of lonely silver moon.

Shen Wenfei has never lacked followers, he treats everyone politely, even if this kind of politeness is slightly alienated, there are still groups of people leaning on them, Song Ran can always see that after school, he is surrounded by several A crowd of people came out of the school gate, listening to their classmates with slightly sideways faces, occasionally responding a few words, maybe when they heard a topic of interest, they would show a smile that was so shallow that it was almost invisible.

Song Ran paid attention to Shen Wenfei, more with envy.

It's hard for Shen Wenfei not to be noticed in A. His father is Shen He, a well-known real estate developer in City A. The company is located in the busiest commercial street. The entire 20th-floor commercial building belongs to Shen's family. With Shen Wenfei's family background, he should go to an international school with a price of more than [-] yuan a year as described in TV or novels. Come to Middle A, the best public school in the city.

No one knew the reason, and Shen Wenfei couldn't tell it himself, and it was even less likely for others to ask.

But this does not prevent everyone from wanting to be friends with Shen Wenfei. Regardless of Shen Wenfei's family background, he was admitted to A Middle School with a No.1 grade. , no matter where he went, he could easily become the focus of the crowd, not to mention that Shen Wenfei also had a face that anyone would be surprised to see.

Song Ran inevitably envied Shen Wenfei like everyone else.

But he knew better than anyone else that those who stood beside Shen Wenfei were definitely equal to Shen Wenfei, while the 17-year-old Song Ran was a junior high school dropout who could only make a living selling roasted sweet potatoes. Her slender body was wrapped in slightly whitish clothes, like a little gray duck stuck in a pile of phoenixes.

The first conversation between Song Ran and Shen Wenfei was so ordinary that it was not worth remembering, but after a long time, Song Ran could still clearly recall every detail of that day.

It was a windy and howling late autumn day, and it was not yet the snowing season. There were fallen leaves running all over the ground, and beside my ears were the laughter of middle school students from A. Shen Wenfei accompanied his classmates to his sweet potato stand.

Song Ran had picked out roasted sweet potatoes for many people, but she had never been so nervous before, and even stuttered a bit when she spoke. After picking out a juicy sweet potato for Shen Wenfei's classmate, she mustered up the courage to ask Shen Wenfei, who was on the side, "What are you doing?" Want one too?"

Shen Wenfei looked at him with the same eyes as he looked at anyone else, cold and distant, and his tone was polite, "No need."

The short two-sentence dialogue, the usual inquiry and refusal made Song Ran annoyed for a long time.

He has never been a talkative person, so I don't know why he suddenly asked such a sentence. He has heard those three words many times, but they never made him feel tight in his chest. Maybe even he himself knows that the intersection between him and Shen Wenfei, At most, it's a dialogue like this.

Song Ran sells roasted sweet potatoes at the school gate during the day, and has a part-time job as a waiter in a fast food restaurant at night. He was only 15 years old when he dropped out of junior high school. Every day, his life is very fulfilling. In other words, when his peers are still receiving education in school, the very young Song Ran needs to worry about making a living.

Most of the people who are forced to give up their studies have a messy family, and so does Song Ran.

When he was five years old, his parents divorced, his mother remarried, and he stayed with his father. His father, Song Wei, was an alcoholic, and when he got drunk, he would beat others like crazy. Fortunately, his grandmother kept protecting him so that he would not be beaten. His skin was torn apart.

Song Ran’s grandma’s eyesight is not very good. When she was young, she worked in a factory and her eyes were damaged by poisonous smoke. As she got older, her visual range became smaller and smaller. It was this year that Song Wei left the old and the weak to run away late at night because he had borrowed a huge amount of usury for gambling.

The debt collector came to the door and saw only a blind old lady and a child who hadn't graduated from junior high school in the room. If they didn't have money, they could only pour paint on their door, but it was useless if they didn't have money. no money.

When Song Wei ran away, he only left them 200 yuan. This 200 yuan was their life-saving money. Grandma Song hid it in the insole, so the debt collectors could not find it.

What can 200 yuan do? It won't last long. The blind old lady has no ability to make money, and she can't afford Song Ran's education.

Not long after, Song Ran graduated from junior high school. His grades in the senior high school entrance examination were good enough for him to enter a good high school, but Song Ran still dropped out of school. Before surviving, receiving education seemed not that important. He found a factory and worked illegally there. , to install parts for people, the government came to investigate, and hid in the utility room with black workers of the same age.

The debt collectors came to the door every now and then, and Song Wei didn't show up for a long time. They couldn't really do anything to the elderly and children. When they learned that Song Ran was working part-time, they asked Song Ran to hand over half of his wages symbolically every month. It's good to deal with the people above.

The utility room was very dirty, and there were rats crawling around. Song Ran was afraid of being caught, so she could only cover her mouth tightly to prevent herself from making a sound..."Song Ran, Song Ran ?”

A clear voice suddenly broke into Song Ran's ears, and he opened his eyes in a daze. In front of him was no longer a pitch-black utility room with an unpleasant smell. Shen Wenfei's stern face broke into his eyes, like a A beam of light illuminates his world.

Song Ran sat up slowly, rubbed his eyes, the sky outside the window was gray, he realized that he had oversleeped, and murmured, "You're back."

Shen Wenfei sat on the edge of the bed and hummed.

Maybe it was the memories that made Song Ran feel too insecure, maybe he fell asleep, he stretched out his arms and hugged Shen Wenfei's neck without holding back, and buried himself in Shen Wenfei's arms. Hoarse, "Wen Fei..." Such a dependent gesture, it seemed that only Shen Wenfei could pull him out of the treacherous past.

Fortunately, Shen Wenfei didn't push him away.

The author has something to say: Reality and memories will be mixed in writing.