round spring

Another spring, waiting for summer.

——An Yuan's Diary

Like Beijing, Washington has the same sequence of seasons throughout the year, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Although one of them is during the day and the other is at night.

But such a small similarity will make An Yuan feel that they are very close, because he can feel the same temperature as Shen Xingchun.

It was cold in Shen Xingchun's place, and it was also cold in his place.

Shen Xingchun's place is warm, and his place is also warm.

The two send text messages to each other every day. They may not receive a reply immediately, but they will definitely say something to each other when they see it.

In the year of SARS, when An Yuan sent messages to Shen Xingchun, he would always think carefully. Sometimes in order to send a sentence, he would first type a long string of text, and finally cut and deleted. After reading it over and over again, he did not dare to press the send button.

I think that sentence is too much, but after deleting it, I feel that something is missing.

The former sentence may be in the wrong mood, and the latter sentence may make people think too much.

In this way, each piece of information was spent repeatedly in anxiety.

Now he can post whatever he wants, whether he is happy or not, he will tell Shen Xingchun.

Sometimes An Yuan himself felt that he was a bit wordy. He would tell Shen Xingchun the color of his bedroom sheets, the breakfast his parents made for him in the morning, and because he got up late, he missed the bus to the museum. Their school was at the museum that day. There is an event.

After Shen Xingchun returned to school, he was busy for a long time. He was basically working on projects all day long, and sometimes he would go on business trips with his boss.

Their project has reached the most critical stage. Originally, he had to go back to school on the seventh day of the new year. In the end, he was delayed for a few days. Responding to text messages, sometimes I am really tired, my fingers are still typing, and I fall asleep holding the phone.

It was only discovered the next day that he accidentally typed a long string of garbled codes the night before and sent it to An Yuan.

An Yuan knew that Shen Xingchun sent it by mistake after he fell asleep, because he had received such garbled characters several times, and felt sorry for Shen Xingchun, and told him to sleep well when it was too late, and he didn't have to answer him.

Although Shen Xingchun was busy, his mobile phone was never turned off, it was always tuned to vibrate, and it was kept in his trousers pocket.

Every time his phone vibrated, he knew it was An Yuan who sent him a message.

The vibration started from the outside of his thigh and went all the way to his chest.

Shen Xingchun had been using his PHS phone all the time, but the short message memory was full. One afternoon, he was eating in the cafeteria, but he could only receive a short message indicating that there were two unread messages, but he couldn't find it.

When he realized that the text message memory was full, he cleared all other text messages except An Yuan's, and he was reluctant to delete even one.

But after that, the SMS memory only lasted for a week.

His PHS can only make calls and send text messages, and smartphones that can take pictures have become popular that year.

Shen Xingchun knew that Qi Yunfeng used a mobile phone that could take pictures. When he went to the shopping mall to buy a mobile phone on the weekend, he called Qi Yunfeng. Qi Yunfeng helped him choose a better quality Nokia that could take pictures.

"Aren't you not fond of taking pictures?" Qi Yunfeng asked.

"Take a picture for Xiao Yuaner." Shen Xingchun fumbled for the functions on the phone, and after getting used to it, he tried to take a photo and sent it to An Yuan.

When An Yuan received the MMS message, she couldn't wait to open it. Before Shen Xingchun went to buy a mobile phone, he had already told him in a text message that he wanted to buy a mobile phone that could take pictures.

Before he opened it, he thought it was Shen Xingchun's selfie, but there was only a corner of a glass table in the photo, and it was a corner of a shopping mall counter, and the picture was taken very irregularly.

But there is half a palm on the corner of the glass table. In the picture are the ring finger and the little finger, and the back of the hand that is a little red from the wind.

An Yuan could tell at a glance that it was Shen Xingchun's hand. Although he didn't see the face, he was already content with seeing the hand.

He saved the photo in the phone album, and replied to Shen Xingchun: "Brother Chun, I want to see you."

Shen Xingchun didn't hesitate when he received the text message, he turned the phone over, the camera was facing himself, he touched the camera button from the front with his fingers, felt that it was almost done, and pressed the camera button.

When he turned over the phone to see the photos clearly, he deleted the photos without thinking.

In the photo, he has a numb expression. Although his eyes are looking at the camera, they are a bit hollow. He is still not used to the camera.

He took another photo, but it still didn't work. Although the expression was a little better than before, the eyes were missing in the photo, and only the lower half of his face was photographed.

Qi Yunfeng stood by and watched for a long time, took his mobile phone directly, looked around first, raised his hand and pointed behind him, "Dachun, you stand under the poplar tree outside, with your back against the tree, I Take a picture for you."

Shen Xingchun looked outside, the poplar trees in winter had no leaves, bare branches and trunks, he shook his head and said, "Just stand here."

"Trust me," Qi Yunfeng said, "Just stand there, just stop anywhere, and I will definitely take good pictures for you."

Just after Qi Yunfeng finished speaking, he felt the phone ring, and he handed the phone to Shen Xingchun, it was An Yuan's text message urging him.

After listening to Qi Yunfeng's words, Shen Xingchun walked outside the door, stood by the poplar tree, leaned his back on the trunk casually, and deliberately pulled down the zipper of his coat so that his collar would not cover his face, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at Qi Yunfeng.

Qi Yunfeng squatted on the steps of the door, facing Shen Xingchun sideways, causing Shen Xingchun to move his neck slightly.

Shen Xingchun tilted his head to look at the camera, Qi Yunfeng found a good angle, pressed the camera button, and took three quarters of Shen Xingchun's profile.

There were a few tree branches in the photo, and a few rays of sunlight shone down. Shen Xingchun's eyelashes and the bridge of his nose were covered with winter sunshine.

Looking at the photos, An Yuan felt warm in her heart, the sun was warm, and Shen Xingchun was also warm.

He touched the photo for a long time across the screen, and finally set the photo as the phone screensaver.

Except for text messages, their phone calls are usually fixed on weekends, and Shen Xingchun usually calls An Yuan when he guesses that An Yuan is already lying in bed.

He stood on the balcony of the dormitory, opened the window, and put his arm on the edge of the window.

Although Shen Xingchun didn't specifically tell Wen Le about his relationship with An Yuan, he didn't deliberately avoid it when he called An Yuan.

After a long time, Bunle has already felt it.

The text messages between the two have never been interrupted. Spring is after winter.

The winter jasmine is the first to bloom, the snow has just melted, and the little broken yellows in the school garden are already vying to bloom.

Shen Xingchun took pictures of winter jasmine flowers for An Yuan, all kinds of things that entered the spring, the green leaves of the ginkgo tree downstairs, and the buds of weeping willows just emerging by the small lake.

Those colorful, all say that it is a little closer to summer.

An Yuan's insomnia healed without medicine during the Spring Festival, and she laughed every day after returning home.

He almost wrote a few large characters directly on his face——

I'm in love.

An Guoqing asked An Yuan secretly, asking him to take the object home.

An Yuan hesitated every time, and then said no, because he hadn't figured out how to tell An Guoqing, and he didn't know if his father would accept it.

An Guoqing couldn't ask, so sometimes he asked Jiang Lan to ask.

Jiang Lan said every time that the child's own affairs, when he wanted to bring it back, he would naturally bring it back, no need to rush.

Until another Saturday night, An Yuan went to participate in a school activity, but left her mobile phone at home.

When Shen Xingchun called, An Guoqing answered it, and the caller ID was Brother Chun.

When An Guoqing wanted to answer for An Yuan, Jiang Lan said beside him, "It's best not to answer, it's An Yuan's call."

An Guoqing said: "It's nothing, it's Dachun's call, I wouldn't answer it if it was someone else's, and I can't speak English very well."

Before this phone call, An Guoqing knew that the screensaver photo on An Yuan's phone was Shen Xingchun, and he hadn't thought of anything else at that time.

An Guoqing pressed the answer button, but before he could speak, Shen Xingchun spoke first.

"Xiaoyuaner, what are you doing today? It's raining in Beijing today, so it's a bit cold."

An Guoqing heard that Shen Xingchun should be walking, his pace was fast, it might be in the rain, his voice was unsteady, and he was still panting.

Shen Xingchun didn't bring an umbrella, so he walked to the door of the library, stood under the eaves and continued, "Xiao Yuaner, I didn't bring an umbrella, just arrived at the library, I'll talk to you at the door, after you finish participating in the activities Go back to bed early, don't wait for my call, good boy..."

An Guoqing listened to Shen Xingchun's tone of voice, it was not the tone of an elder brother coaxing his younger brother, but a very intimate pampering tone, like a couple in love.

When this thought flashed through An Guoqing's mind, he suddenly remembered the screensaver photo on An Yuan's phone, and he suddenly looked up at Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan whispered beside him, "I told you not to pick up."

An Guoqing gave Jiang Lan a "do you know something" expression.

Jiang Lan didn't speak, and continued with the work in hand.

Shen Xingchun only heard Jiang Lan's voice on the phone, but he didn't hear what Jiang Lan said, didn't hear An Yuan's reply, so he called again: "Xiao Yuaner? Are you listening?"

An Guoqing coughed lightly, and said into the phone, "Dachun, it's me, Xiaoyuan'er forgot her phone."

Shen Xingchun was quiet for a few seconds, finally managed to calm down, and said slowly, "Uncle An, I thought it was Xiao Yuan'er, if he didn't come back, I'll..."

"Wait, don't hang up the phone yet," An Guoqing quickly interrupted Shen Xingchun, sitting on the sofa with his mobile phone in his hands, after he figured it out for himself, he rested his fingers on his forehead, and continued, "Are you free in Dachun now? "

"It's free." Shen Xingchun replied.

"As long as you are free," An Guoqing paused for a few seconds, he had already thought about it in his heart, but he still wanted to ask himself, and continued to ask: "If you are free, let's talk about it?"

Shen Xingchun knew that he couldn't escape today, so he said "um" to the phone, and said, "Okay, Uncle An, you can ask."

An Guoqing laughed when he heard Shen Xingchun's calm voice, and asked him: "Tell me, are you with Xiaoyuan now? What's going on?"

"It's just..." Shen Xingchun thought for a while and continued, "It's just what you think, Uncle An."

"What do I think?" An Guoqing stood up from the sofa, and finally sat down again, standing and sitting, not knowing whether to sit or stand, and finally sat across from Jiang Lan.

Shen Xingchun pinched his phone and looked outside, it was still raining outside, the air was stuffy and humid, the rain and fog were heavy, and he could only see a short distance clearly.

He pursed his lips, walked a few steps to the side, found a relatively quiet place in the corner, stood up, and called Anguo Day on the phone again, "Dad, I'm with Xiao Yuaner We are together, it started during the Spring Festival this year, we are serious, and I will take good care of Xiaoyuan in the future."

Shen Xingchun didn't listen to what he said about An Guoqing later, he was directly fooled by Shen Xingchun's first "Dad".

He stuttered at the electric point for a long time, and finally didn't know how to respond. He covered the phone, looked up at Jiang Lan, and his voice changed, "Dachun, he he he he he just called my dad, he called me Dad? He called me Dad..."

Jiang Lan put down the work in hand, looked up at him, and said lightly: "This is a change of mouth, it seems that you have to prepare a red envelope."