Late ripening

Song Bo sat next to him and watched him lying on the table, covered his stomach with the other hand, and said coldly, "Do you think that the most important and only thing you have ever had is just gone?" He saw Jing Yan clenched his hands into fists, but still ignored him.

"Or, you constantly torture yourself every day, why did you lose such an important thing, right?" Jing Yan took his other hand from under the table and put it on his head, covering his ears in defense attitude.

There was an empty glass on the table, and Song Bo poured some water into it.He knew that his words had a sharp edge, but Jing Yan had a sarcoma on his back that was oppressing him. It would be too slow to heal him with mild ointment, and the cancer might even worsen before the medicine took effect.

The weather in April is really good, neither the heat wave of summer nor the cold wind of winter.People always like to chase extreme and romantic feelings, but the most bland and soft days are often more rare, more fleeting, and better in retrospect.

He might just be an unfamiliar friend of Jing Yan's but often appears, maybe he's just a teacher of Jing Yan's, but he doesn't want him to lie on the table and dwell on the past and miss the beauty of the present or the future.

"Why don't you think about it, maybe what you think is precious is just what you think it is." A somewhat convoluted sentence made Jing Yan, who was thinking slowly now, think about it for a long time. "You have always been obsessed with why you separated from him, and never thought that the life with him is really so beautiful? Didn't you put a false filter on this relationship yourself?"

"Even if it is really the warmest thing you have ever had, it doesn't mean that there won't be something more real and worthy of your cherishment than him in the future. You haven't experienced the future, you haven't seen the world, why? Are you going to give up?"

Song Bo spoke for a long time in one breath, although every sentence was tinged with thorns, but Jing Yan could feel that he tried his best to avoid the places that were most prone to blood collapse, and gently lowered the knife a little bit.

Jing Yan lost the analgesic anesthesia that he brought with him when he was arguing with him in Beijing, but fortunately, he is in pain every day now, these words don't make him so restless.

He changed from lying on his stomach with his head down to resting his arms on his side. Passers-by continued to pass outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Winter was finally over. The beautiful girl who was afraid of the heat put on a skirt, and the skirt fluttered like a flower.The year of cold is over.

"Everyone has had the 'this is the only one in my life' illusion. "Song Bo said the last sentence like a sigh.

Yao Yihang rushed in with a bag of medicine, hesitantly took out two boxes and watched Jing Yan wondering how to persuade him to take medicine.Jing Yan took the medicine box in his hand, and swallowed it with the warm water that Song Bo just poured out.

They lingered for a meal from four o'clock to seven o'clock. Jing Yan drank two bowls of water shield soup and ate half a bowl of rice. Eat something easy to digest.

They sent Jing Yan back safely, and Mrs. Yu was waiting at the gate of the yard early, and forced a lot of fruit for the two of them. "Come and play with Jing Yan next time."

After they drove away, Mrs. Yu turned around and closed the door. Although it was already spring, Jing Yan was also prone to catching a cold at this time of year. "Are you happy going out today? Auntie washed strawberries for you. Do you want to eat some while watching TV?"

Jing Yan shook his head, "I'm going back to my room, I'm a little tired." It's just that he was very tired after going out for a few hours, and Mrs. Yu felt uncomfortable, but seeing that his face seemed to be better than when he was at home, she hurriedly brought him a change of clothes Clothes upstairs. "Then go and rest, I'll put the fruit in the house for you."

Not daring to stay in the bathroom for too long, he quickly took a shower and came out.Sometimes raising his neck and pouring water under the shower will make him want to cry conditionedly. Recently, he always lowers his head and wipes his eyes in a hurry before coming out to wash his face.

He took out the medicine Yao Yihang gave him, there was a box saying to take it half an hour after meals, and the water on the table was still hot, so he just swallowed the two medicines dry.

The sheets and quilts were replaced with new ones, and even the curtains were replaced with a light beige.Mrs. Yu seemed to take advantage of him to go out in the afternoon and cleaned the room well. There was a very fresh air in the room.

Everyone didn't dare to say anything or do anything in front of him, Jing Yan wrapped tightly in the thin air-conditioning quilt, which smelled of softener that Mrs. Yu used to use before.He buried his head in the quilt, and for the first time, he didn't go crazy thinking about the past.

Song Bo said so much, every sentence is very reasonable, and every sentence of Jing Yan has been listened to and thought about.But he was wrong about one thing.

This year and these five years with Lu Qian are not fake, they are not imagined by him, they are a real and splendid life, a life that is far away and fleeting.

When Jing Yan returned to school at the end of April, he had been absent for nearly a month.Fortunately, the homework in the previous classes was all report writing. The teacher also remembered this student with good grades, and severely criticized him a few times and asked him to make up the report before the due date.

It's just that his absence from class will result in a lot of deductions from his usual grades. Jing Yan lowered his head in the office and said that he will come to class on time in the future.Yao Yihang waited outside for him to come out, "The teacher didn't say anything to you, did he?"

"It's okay." Jing Yan lowered his head to look at the road, "I'll just go to class normally from now on." He looked at Yao Yihang and asked, "Do you still have beds in your dormitory?"

"Ah? Do you want accommodation? Yes, but you only have two days a week, adding up to five classes. Will it be a bit boring at school?"

It takes nearly an hour to take the bus from the small villa to the school, but it is actually not that far away.When he lived in Lu Qian's place, no matter how troublesome he was, he insisted on going home every day.But now he doesn't want to stare blankly at that small window alone.

On Monday Yao Yihang borrowed the family car to help Jing Yan carry luggage, "You already have a driver's license." Jing Yan was a little surprised. "Yes, I passed the exam as a freshman, but I seldom pass it."

Mrs. Yu moved the big box down, put a big luggage bag on it, and checked it again worriedly, "Do you have to live in school? You are not in good health now, so I can take care of you at home so you can rest better."

Jing Yan was agitated for a while, avoiding her concerned eyes, "It's more convenient at school, and there are a lot of lessons to make up." After hearing what he said, Mrs. Yu couldn't hold on anymore, watching them get into the car, and they were still in the car. The window kept telling him, "You have to eat on time at school. If you feel uncomfortable, call back and I will pick you up. You must go home on weekends."

"Understood." Jing Yan closed the car window and fastened his seat belt, Yao Yihang looked at him, "What's wrong with you, are you angry with Mrs. Yu? Aren't the elders like this, they talk too much but they are all worried about you. "

He didn't speak, but pulled the collar of the sweater jacket to the highest point, watching Yao Yihang skillfully reverse the car and drive away.Jing Yan suddenly realized that he was the only one who didn't have the ability to live independently. It had been many years, and he was still like the kid who was picked up at the age of 15, not knowing where he was going or what he was going to do.

Yao Yihang helped him move the box in and hurried to class, Jing Yan tossed and tossed for a while to put the sheets and quilts on his own, and after doing a little work, he sat down panting.Recently, he is always very tired. No matter how much sleep he takes, he doesn't seem to get enough sleep. Sometimes he just feels short of breath after walking downstairs for an extra 10 minutes.

He went to the bathroom to wash his face, raised his head and looked in the mirror subconsciously.He just had his hair cut yesterday and the bangs don't cover his eyes anymore.It's been a long time since I took a good look at myself. This face that was always pinched before became prominent cheekbones. Jing Yan stretched out his hand to touch it, and suddenly realized that his hands were like drug addicts, with distinct bones. poked out under the flesh.

He didn't want to look any more, dried his hands and walked back to the house from the balcony.The dormitory is very quiet, only the sound of students riding by outside.Jing Yan climbed onto the bed and sat hugging his knees for a while, set the alarm clock and wanted to sleep before getting up to do homework.

It began to rain patter outside, it was the lingering and soft drizzle in April in the south.Jing Yan was falling asleep to the sound of rain when his phone dinged.He grabbed it and took a look. It was a reminder from the memo.

It is the date that will be added every time he buys a new mobile phone since he bought a mobile phone in his second year of high school, and it is the date when he met Lu Qian for the first time.

But the weather was very good that day, neither rain nor cloudy, Jing Yan remembered it very clearly.He held the phone and didn't want to cry, because that day was a very lucky day, no matter how bad the ending of a story was, it couldn't easily erase the good beginning.

The alarm clock was ringing, and his period of immersion in the past had expired.Jing Yan rubbed his eyes and got off the bed to do his homework. The reality was that he was an abandoned, useless and incompetent college student, and because of skipping classes, he needed to make up tens of thousands of words of papers within a week.The reality is that beautiful things are destined not to belong to people like him.