you come from the sky

"Bian teacher, Bian teacher."

Bian Yu was in a daze, he raised his head, and glanced around inexplicably.In the spacious and bright office, he was sitting at his desk, standing next to a rather young girl, wearing a red dress, her long black hair was permed into slight curls, she looked exquisite and fashionable.

"Teacher Bian," said the girl, "I have solved this problem."

She said and handed the notebook to Bian Yu, but Bian Yu was a little absent-minded, and he blinked his eyes, as if waking up from a big dream.While Bian Yu was in a daze, another female teacher in the office said, "Your skirt is so pretty."

"Thank you teacher." The girl smiled shyly, "I wear it like this in the movies."

Movie?Bian Yu interrupted and asked, "What movie?"

"Red Dresses Are Popular on the Street." The girl said, "Hasn't Mr. Bian read it?"

"No." Bian Yu lowered his eyes. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he raised his hand and looked at the calendar on the table. He stared at the date on the calendar, frowning tightly.

"You go back first." Bian Yu handed the girl's notebook back to her, his mind was in a mess, how could this happen...he couldn't imagine it at all, and couldn't understand it at all.

"Ah?" The girl refused to answer, she insisted stubbornly, "But you haven't read my problem yet, I really solved it for more than a week."

Bian Yu withdrew his thoughts. He paused for a moment without raising his eyes. He took back his notebook, reached out and took a pencil from the pen holder. After a second or two, he made a circle on it and handed it back again. To her: "This is wrong, go back and calculate again."

"Have you seen it..." The girl pouted and complained in a low voice, obviously very dissatisfied with Bian Yu's absent-mindedness.However, Bian Yu ignored her and was still staring at the calendar in a daze. Seeing him like this, the girl turned around angrily and left the office.

No, nowhere, nowhere.

Sitting at the desk, Bian Yu unconsciously drew circles on the notebook with the pencil in his hand.

That movie... Bian Yu has never seen it before, but why, when he heard the name of the movie, he could instantly realize that it was 1984.

1984 years.

Six years have passed since 1978?

How could it be possible that six years have passed in one fell swoop?

And... Bian Yu looked at his hands in disbelief. Although six years had passed, his memory and thinking didn't seem to be uncomfortable with the change of time...

For example, he clearly knows who the teacher opposite is, and the name of the student just now, but he doesn't know about his own affairs, only the key ones—or in other words, he knows but can't remember.

Bian Yu looked out the window, it was raining lightly outside.

"Mr. Zhang, do you still remember when I came to work here?" Bian Yu asked looking at the rain-drenched leaves outside the window.

"Three or four years ago?" The teacher sitting opposite him recalled and said, "Oh, it should be four years ago. I published the paper in the year you came here."

four years ago?

"Then do you know where I was before I came?" Bian Yu asked again.

This time the other party did not give the answer Bian Yu expected, she shook her head: "I don't know, every time I ask you, don't you always say you can't?"

"Teacher Bian," faced with Bian Yu's strange look, the colleague showed concern, "What's the matter with you today? Are you a little tired?"

"It's okay." Bian Yu shook his head, but when he lowered his head, he was stunned——

In his notebook, the pages and pages that he wrote unconsciously with his hands are all just a name: Fang Haochen.

Yes, Fang Haochen.

This name is like pulling out his heart and pouring a bucket of red paint on it, like the giant anchor of a cruise ship, anchoring his ethereal and hopeless world.

"I'd better go back." Bian Yu stared at the strokes of the name, thought for a while and said.

The place where Bian Yu lives is not far from the school, just outside the north gate of the school, on the fifth floor of the family building. Even in Bian Yu's consciousness, he doesn't remember that he has been here, but he knows very clearly that he really lives here .Walking to the door, taking out the key, Bian Yu took a deep breath and opened the door.

When he opened the door, he was even a little cautious. It didn't look like he was going back to his own home at all, but rather like a visitor who broke in by accident.

After confirming that no owner was at home, Bian Yu walked in and locked the door behind his back.

It was indeed a clean and tidy room, and it was indeed the style of furniture he would have chosen.Bian Yu first took a look at the shoe rack, there were several pairs of leather shoes on it, he picked it up to look, they were all his shoe size.

Directly opposite the door is the bathroom.Bian Yu took off his shoes and walked in. There were very few things in the bathroom. There was a toothbrush and half-used toothpaste in a cup by the sink. Next to the cup was a razor and a clean towel was hanging beside it.

Bian Yu didn't seem to be reconciled, he turned and walked into the bedroom, opened the closet, there were neatly folded shirts and meticulously hung suits, each piece of clothing was his own size.

He finally gave up.

Bian Yu sighed, and fell down on the bed a little decadently.

What the hell is he... looking forward to?

Could it be that Fang Haochen will really live with him after six years?

No matter how you think about it, Fang Haochen should be in 201.

By the way, 201.

Looking at the blank ceiling, Bian Yu also tried to fill in his own blank memory.He tried his best to recall the last memory he could think of. He could remember that he had left 201, and he could also remember who had captured him, but the memories after that were like an inextricable thread. No matter how hard I tried to think, there was only a hazy... a kiss.

Bian Yu touched his lips and smiled, and that smile changed from the sweetness brought by memories to self-deprecating helplessness.

Could it be that after he kissed Director Fang, Director Fang became furious and sent him to death row and expelled him from 201?

If this is the case, Yu over there feels that he has died unjustly.

He couldn't even remember what that kiss felt like, he only remembered that he was full of Fang Haochen's worries and concerns.

Bian Yu turned over and found his best letter paper and pen.

"Dear Director Fang..."

Bian Yu looked at these words, thought for a while, and tore them up.

The letter sent to 201 will definitely be opened for inspection. His overly intimate and frivolous words might cause Fang Haochen trouble.

Bian Yu paused slightly, then wrote on the paper——

"Researcher Fang..."

Not good, not good.

Bian Yu shook his head, and tore off this page of paper again. He and Fang Haochen may not have been in touch for a long time, and finally wrote a letter in such a business-like tone, no good, no good.

Bian Yu stood up and walked around the room a few times, how should I write?He was really in trouble.

Obviously he can recite so many love poems and say so many love words, but at this moment, he feels that none of the love poems can describe his mood, and no love words are worthy of Fang Haochen.

After deliberating over and over several times, Bian Yu finally sat down and wrote——

"Hao Chen:

Long time no see, how are you doing recently?

On the way back today, I suddenly saw a person who looked like you, although I knew it was impossible, but my heart was beating hard, my eyes couldn't help wanting to look, but I cowardly didn't dare to look.When I really looked up, I realized that the person was nothing like you, and I didn't know why I misjudged the person just now.

It's already winter, and it's raining lightly in the south of the Yangtze River today. If you want to come to 201, it's already knee-deep in snow.

I have always been afraid of the cold. At that time in 201, you would often bring your own charcoal to add to my room, and you were afraid that I would not be able to handle it, so you had to turn over the charcoal in my room for a long time every time.You see, you always feel that you don't have enough time, and sometimes you don't even have time to eat, but you waste time on me so recklessly.I still remember that one day your nasal voice was a little heavy, probably because you gave me all the charcoal fire, but you yourself were frozen.

It's a pity that at that time, I only thought of you being incomprehensible, only thinking of solving the problem, and only thinking of escaping from 201 as soon as possible. I saw some things, but I didn't pay much attention to them.Looking back now, I feel very uncomfortable.Maybe feelings are Lan Zhiquanhui, which will become fragrant after a long time, and maybe longing is like fine wine in a cellar, and it will be mellow when it is old.

Now the world is far apart, I don’t dare to ask you, I don’t dare to ask 201, I just hope to see your reply.

best friend:

side rain"

The letter was not long, but after writing it, Bian Yu felt depressed, as if he really hadn't seen Fang Haochen for six years.

Bian Yu was even a little rejoiced that he had lost these six years. If he had really experienced these six years, he thought about Fang Haochen day and night, but he didn't even have a letter or a telegram. what will become.

After all, it's only a day since I can't see him, and he's already worried about it.

Thinking about it, Bian Yu folded the letter neatly, put it in an envelope, and put a stamp on it.

He secretly prayed that no matter what Fang Haochen replied, he would be willing, even if he just read his words, he would still be willing.

However, in the spring four months later, what Bian Yu received was not a reply from Fang Haochen, but a call from Yuan Youbing.

Even after six years, the telephone is still quite an uncommon means of communication, but Yuan Youbing made a direct call to the school's Academic Affairs Office.

"Yuan Youbing?" Bian Yu asked tentatively.

"Is that Dr. Bian?" It was indeed Yuan Youbing's voice on the other side of the phone.

Bian Yu let out a long breath, looked at the ceiling, and closed his eyes with lingering fear.He absolutely had no way to describe to Yuan Youbing what kind of mood he was in right now.In the past four months, many letters have been sent out in a row, but there is no news of these letters; he went to the archives to find his own files, but his last resume was completely blacked out; He went to look for information on 201, and he even contacted Lu Yongan on purpose, and contacted all the people he could think of, but he couldn't get in touch with those people by coincidence.

No one knew about 201, no one knew about Fang Haochen, and someone even hinted euphemistically that Bian Yu should go to the psychiatry department to see a doctor.

He is not crazy, 201 exists... Fang Haochen is also there, even if he is thousands of miles away from him.

Bian Yu took two deep breaths to make his voice less agitated.

"Long time no see, how are you?"

"Dr. Bian, I'll just say this once, don't write any more letters." But Yuan Youbing's words directly poured cold water on Bian Yu.

"Why?" Bian Yu was extremely puzzled, and at the same time, a dangerous premonition surged in his heart, "What happened?"

"I can't tell on the phone." Yuan Youbing said hastily, "But don't write any more letters, my brother won't receive them."

"Okay, that's it, I'll hang up first."

"Wait a minute! Wait a moment!" Bian Yu said quickly, he was afraid that after hanging up this time, he would never hear from Fang Haochen again.

Fortunately, Yuan Youbing did not hear the sound of the phone being hung up.

"I just want to know what happened in the past six years." Bian Yu said, "Why did I leave 201? Why did I teach in the school? What happened to Fang Haochen, why didn't he receive my letter?"

Yuan Youbing on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and he seemed quite surprised by what he heard: "Dr. Bian, are you kidding me?"

"I really don't remember." Bian Yu said, "I won't make fun of Fang Haochen."

"I don't need to see him. You just need to tell me where he is and how he is doing now."

Bian Yu said: "Yuan Youbing, tell me, or I will really go crazy... I even now doubt whether this call is real."

"...Okay." I don't know if Bian Yu's entreaty had an effect, but Yuan Youbing finally said, "I will be on vacation next week, do you have a pen? Write down my address."

"I will tell you exactly what happened in the past six years."

Note:

"Popular Red Dress on the Street" was released in 1984, the first fashion-themed movie in China.