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Rocco laughed after hearing this, because it was too exaggerated, and he was choked by the remaining smoke in the trachea.

"Pull it down, I said, cough cough cough... Song Rou, you are really fucking thick-skinned." Rocco coughed violently, threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, and crushed it out with the sole of his leather shoes. "The night you came back from Vienna and landed in City Z, we were all in Hongta, and Tong Yu was also there."

Song Rou bent down and took out a bottle of water from the cab and handed it to him, and he hurriedly took it and poured it down his throat.

"Mengxuan that night...did a little high, and said a lot of nasty things to him."

Rocco drank half of the bottle in one gulp, twisted the plastic bottle in his hand until it creaked, and said cohesively, "It probably means that Tong Yu is not good enough for you, and you don't like him either."

Song Rou frowned, and just about to speak, Rocco waved him to shut up, and then recalled: "Tong Yu's umbrella broke that night, and he went back in the rain. I was trembling in the rain, and I drove behind all the way."

Song Rou's heart ached when he heard that, he remembered that Tong Yu was lying in the dormitory with cut marks all over his body and had a fever within a few days.After seeing him coming, he didn't say anything, just shed tears, and finally asked him so bluntly and timidly if he wanted to be with him.

Song Rou smoothed her throat, her eyes were a little hot, and he said, "He's fine, but I'm not good enough for him."

Luo Ke sneered, as if he had heard some shocking afterthought, and his expression was very contemptuous: "I know Xiaoyu, and I know Mengxuan even more. At that time, if you, Song Rou, had a clearer attitude, Mengxuan's words would not really hurt you. people."

"If you really cherished him back then, would you have known each other for so many years and still not been together? At that time, no one could tell that Tong Yu liked you."

As Rocco spoke, he took out another cigarette from the cigarette case, and directly reached out his hand to find the silver Zippo lighter in the outer pocket of Song Rou's jacket.

"Sometimes I just can't figure out that someone like Tong Yu actually fell in love once."

Rocco wiped the flintwheel a few times with his thumb, but it didn't work. He turned around and clasped his hands and continued to light the fire, "I pursued him there for four years. His younger brother, father, and stepmother all like me." The moment the flame rose, he pulled out a self-deprecating smile, "It's like he's like a log that can't be lighted."

"Later, many of my friends advised me to forget about it, telling me that some people are born with incapacity for love, indifferent, and won't like others. But I know he is not that kind of person at all."

Rocco bit his cigarette and leaned back on the car, tilted his head and said, "Later I also admitted that I might really have no chance to have him."

"But why do you, Song Rou, have it?"

"Do you know that back then, the first plane ticket he bought was actually not to Italy, but to Xinjiang."

"One-way ticket. He never thought about coming back from there alive." Rocco raised his head and exhaled a deep, long white line, pinching the cigarette tightly with his middle and index fingers. "I went and bribed his therapist over there."

"He told the psychiatrist that the river he was going to jump into could flow to the Arctic Ocean."

At that time, there happened to be a car passing by the door, and the headlights swept towards them. The green in Rocco's eyes was instantly illuminated, and he looked at Song Rou with a look of hatred and pity.

He said: "Maybe he really loved you, but you missed him."

Before Rocco left, he secretly pressed the cigarette butt on Song Rou's brand new off-road vehicle.

But Song Rou wasn't in the mood to care about him at all at that time. Ever since she heard that Tong Yu had tried to go to Xinjiang to commit suicide, Song Rou's heart continued to sink, so heavy that she almost dragged him down to his knees.

Of course he knew where Tong Yu wanted to go at that time, and the landscape picture sent in geography class is still saved in his mobile phone.

Tong Yu likes the Arctic Ocean very much.

Every time I open the map book, I will lightly touch the dark blue plate with my finger.

Once, while Tong Yu was touching the Arctic Ocean plate again, Song Rou suddenly teased him and said, "How do you drink the salty sea water?"

Tong Yu immediately refuted him: "That's not what you said when you were drinking crucian carp soup in the cafeteria at noon today!"

At that time, Song Rou thought that the little fat man's stubborn neck was really cute. He put his forearm around the little fat man's limp neck and told him that after the college entrance examination, they would go to the Murmansk seaside to drink, and whoever drank less would win. is the son.

Afterwards, until a while before the college entrance examination, Tong Yu's pressure was subdued, and he would often stare at the atlas page in a daze between classes.

When riots broke out in Russia after the college entrance examination, their trip to Murmansk had to be cancelled, and the two went to Hong Kong instead.

As a result, Tong Yu, who drank a mouthful of seawater by the Pacific Ocean that summer, vomited it out on the spot, and Song Rou asked him with a smile if he wanted to drink water from the Arctic Ocean.Tong Yu grabbed Song Rou's arm and said, then they will go to Kanas in Xinjiang.

Later, he went to Beijing to study. He formed a band, performed more and more, and had less and less free time.They also failed to become Kanas in the end.

Mingming had already agreed to go to the Arctic Ocean together.He forgot, but Tong Yu always remembered.

And when Tong Yu is determined to abandon him, Tong Yu will go alone.

That person was so sad that he didn't even want the pitiful quarter of perfection he said, and almost disappeared forever in that cold river without him knowing.

That bloated and light body was washed away by the ocean current, and then what?In three weeks it becomes sand in the riverbed, dust in the breeze, pollen in the steppes of Novosibirsk, air bubbles in the sea ice of the Arctic Ocean.

As for him, Song Rou, he could only be trapped in such illusory and hopeless dreams day and night, full of expectations, but he couldn't wait for that person to come back.

Just a little bit.

Song Rou drove back to her home in Haidian, and went to open the wine cabinet with her head depressed.

There are still a few bottles of Suntory Six Gin and a bottle of Hibiki left.

Song Rou stretched out her arms and pulled out the Hibiki in the corner. The crystal bottle body with 24 facets could be touched with a layer of dust on her fingertips.

The walls of the wine cabinet were covered with dust, Song Rou realized that he hadn't been back to this house for a long time.

Tong Yu wrote in his diary that he didn't like Beijing.So Song Rou moved out of Beijing.

After [-], except for necessary commercial activities, he refused to go north.Song Rou even hated Beijing for a long time.

Because when people are frustrated, they always like to assume the past.He couldn't help but wonder, if he had studied at the National Conservatory of Music instead of T University, and went to Shanghai instead of Beijing with Tong Yu, would all this have been different?

If he hadn't formed that band in Beijing at that time, would he and Tong Yu have already been together?

Song Rou has given up alcohol for many years, and this bottle of Hibiki has probably been kept here for a long time.Fortunately, the ten-year shelf life has not yet expired.

Unlike Scotch whiskey, Japanese whiskey does not have that strong peaty smell.He pulled out the cork, and the light wine rolled into the bright Orrefors City, bursting with a soft citrus aroma.

The moment the spirits entered her throat, Song Rou suddenly felt a little absurd.

He remembered that he used to always be angry because of Tong Yu's self-mutilation.He didn't dare to damage his body, hair and skin, and his family concept made it difficult for him to understand this irrational venting behavior.

As a result, although he didn't greet himself directly with a knife, alcoholism is obviously tantamount to self-mutilation.

Their hometown C City is located in a basin, cloudy and foggy, with high humidity.The North China Plain is mostly sunny and windy, and the air is dry.

The climates on the two sides are very different, and it is difficult for him and Tong Yu to adapt.

Song Rou used to think that she was waiting for Tong Yu in City C, and one day he would come back.If he doesn't come back, he will go on a global tour in a few years, looking for every city.

After the band disbanded, he became a singer himself, but Song Rou knew that he didn't like to sing, he never wanted to do it.

It's just that he wants Tong Yu to see himself.

Now he feels that he is a bit of a fool. If Tong Yu went to Kanas back then, everything he did would be a joke.

Because if people are gone, there will be nothing.

Song Rou thought in great pain that she was not qualified to beg Tong Yu's forgiveness at all, and the compensation he made might never help.

Because he will never be able to bear the weight of a life.Especially when it was the life of someone he loved.

Song Rou was holding the last half glass of Hibiki, lying on her back and falling into the sofa, the liquor was everywhere.He lazily licked and licked the remaining amber liquid on the rim of the cup and on his fingers, and saw the faint light on the screen of the mobile phone next to him from the corner of his eye.

There was a new message on WeChat, and he only set up a reminder.

Tong Yu: I'll go back tomorrow.

Song Rou felt a hot flow from his eyes, he put down the wine glass, rubbed his face hard to wake himself up, and then typed seriously:

Good night baby.