Times of Our Lives

Ji Qinyang fiddled with his cell phone, Mo Suyuan changed his clothes and came out of the fitting room, stood in front of the dressing mirror and looked around.

"Does it look good?" Mo Suyuan asked his son, Ji Qinyang glanced and smiled, "What do you look bad on?"

Mo Suyuan yelled, "You're a little girl to your mother, your mouth is so sweet."

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow. He didn't speak. When Mo Suyuan asked the lady to wrap her clothes and open a note, she slowly asked: "When are we going back?"

"Isn't it okay before?" Mo Suyuan took out his wallet and said: "Play for another week ... help you look at the dormitory building of the Alto School, what you need to prepare in advance."

Ji Qinyang: "I may not stay in the house."

Mo Suyuan froze: "Can't you?"

"The place is too small to play musical instruments," Ji Qinyang explained. "It is better to rent an apartment by yourself."

Mo Suyuan gave him a sideways glance: "Don't you live with a little girl?"

Ji Qinyang said innocently, "Which little girl do I live with?"

Mo Suyuan snorted: "You know it." She blinked slyly: "If you want to rent a house, think of a way yourself, my mother won't help you."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan did not see Xie Menglai's school early in the morning, and the other party did not reply when he sent a text message. After the first semester of mathematics, Maitreya asked him to go to the office to help get the examination papers.

"Send them all." Maitreya took the corrected papers and stacked them on Zhuo Xiaoyuan's arm. The teacher next to the table just came back and greeted Maitreya: "This time Qidong's papers are difficult. What's the grade in your class? kind?"

Maitreya spread his hands: "It's the same."

The teacher laughed: "Xie Meng is No. 1 again?"

"Which time is he not the first." Maitreya sighed: "This child just has a bad life ... hey, this is almost a college entrance examination, and a family member is in trouble again, I do n’t know if he can't resist it . "

Zhuo Xiaoyuan dropped a few test papers on his arm, Maitreya saw it, and he shouted, "Be careful."

"What's wrong with Xie Meng's grandma?" Zhuo Xiaoyuan stared at Maitreya tightly, the boy's eyebrows coldly condensed into the Sichuan word: "What happened to his family?"

Zhang Xiujuan's funeral was very simple, most of them were helped by the neighbors. She was invited by the monk to do things, because the old lady was old, and she went to the hospital without pain and pain. Most of them came to mourn. Shy people don't seem to be too sad.

Xie Meng steamed the buns in the kitchen and took them out for everyone.

Master Jin of the Wuguan patted him on the shoulder: "Xiao Xie worked hard."

Xie Meng's face was not very good, and his eyes were obviously tired: "Nothing."

Master Jin nodded, he took a cigarette and lighted it, and took a few sips before Zhang Xiujuan's case: "What are your plans for the future?"

Xie Meng thought for a moment: "Go to college and continue studying."

"The college entrance examination is promising." Master Jin smiled, looking at the wreath in the yard: "Your grandma always hopes you are well."

Xie Meng did not speak, and after a long time, he hummed.

The two sat and talked for a while, and it was clear that the late guests would leave in succession. Xie Meng got up to send them away. Master Jin was gone when he returned. A white paper bag was placed on the table. Xie Meng opened and found There is 5000 yuan in it.

There was only one cigarette **** left on the cigarette on the desk. Xie Mengli cleaned the trash, and he lighted his own knees and rubbed three heads in front of Zhang Xiujuan's statue.

The incense burned out slowly, and most of the incense fell into the incense burner. Xie Meng stood up and looked at the black and white photo of the old lady in front of her.

No matter how old Zhang Xiujuan is, she can tell from the five senses that she was a beauty when she was young, with a pair of smiling eyes that are tender and affectionate. It is typical of a Jiangnan woman.

Years seemed unbearable to make her older, so she quietly carved a gentle period.

When Ji Qinyang received Xie Meng's phone call in the middle of the night, he confirmed it unbelievably. He got up from the bed and walked to the balcony.

"Why don't you sleep?" Ji Qinyang's hotel floor is very high, and you can see the bustling night view as soon as you lower your head. Unlike Suzhou, even after 10pm in Beijing, the lights are still bright and the gate is like a city.

Xie Meng's voice was a little soft: "Sleeping right away ... are you asleep?"

Ji Qinyang lied: "Of course not, just wait for your call."

Xie Meng breathed softly on the other end, he was silent for a long while, then slowly said: "Suzhou, thunder showers at night ..."

"Really." Ji Qinyang looked at the neon flashing on the tall buildings in the distance: "The weather in Beijing is very good, the wind is not wet ..."

"Ji Qinyang." Xie Meng interrupted him suddenly.

"Yep?"

"……When will you come back?"

Ji Qinyang froze for a moment, then laughed: "It's so rare that you can say such things ... Do you miss me?"

There was a thunderous sound over the phone, and even Xie Meng's voice seemed to be wrapped in tide.

The boy seemed to be helpless and sighed: "Who else can I think of except you." After a pause, Xie Meng whispered, "Come back soon."

"..." Ji Qinyang held his forehead, and after a long time he muttered, "I really want to see your face now ..."

Xie Meng was embarrassed: "... No more, it's too ugly."

"What a ugly thing? Are you crying?" Ji Qinyang joked.

Xie Meng did not speak.

Ji Qinyang thought about it, "You must be handsome when you cry."

Xie Meng's voice was a little dumb: "I never cried in front of you, how do you know."

Ji Qinyang was quiet for a while, then smiled softly: "There will always be opportunities in the future."

After hanging up Xie Meng's phone, Ji Qinyang did not return to the room immediately. He frowned and turned over the contact list for a while, leaned on the balcony and dialed Zhuo Xiaoyuan's number.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan's voice was sober and sober with coolness: "You wait for a while." He said to Ji Qin, who seemed to be comforting after turning and turning, and said softly: "We finished this The needle went back, sleepy, and my brother stayed with you ... "

Ji Qinyang waited for him to calm down before asking: "What's up?"

"I'm old, it's not urgent." Zhuo Xiaoyuan's tone was calm. "I was trying to contact you. Xie Meng hasn't been able to reach the phone these days, and didn't return text messages ..."

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow: "I just finished talking with him on the phone."

"..." Zhuo Xiaoyuan froze, and gritted his teeth, "Don't let the dog talk well ?!"

Ji Qinyang: "..."

"Forget it." Zhuo Xiaoyuan exhaled and murmured, "What did he say to you?"

As soon as Ji Qinyang opened his mouth, he heard Zhuo Xiaoyuan somber: "If you just say what you think and love, just shut up ... The dog abuser in the middle of the night beware of me!"

Ji Qinyang smirked and said, "I still won't say it."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan: "..."

"You are really ..." Zhuo Xiaoyuan gave a headache and said, "I really don't know if your relationship is good or not. Xie Meng doesn't want to talk to us, even if he keeps it from you ... But you took the exam in Beijing, He probably didn't want to trouble you. "

Ji Qinyang held back a smile: "What the **** is it?"

Zhuo Xiaoyuan brewed for a while, then slowly said: "Zhang Haopo passed away. Last Saturday, Xie Meng's leave came to the top seven. I was going today, but it was close to my body ... Tomorrow Zhang Bang and Qi Fei have made an appointment. When will you come back? "

Ji Qinyang clenched his phone.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan said for a long time that he didn't respond, and he gave a few doubts: "Are you listening ... Anyway, I can come back early and come back early, Xie Meng is very boring, I don't cry and I'm afraid he won't cry" Something went wrong ... "

"No," Ji Qinyang resolutely said. "With me, no."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan was very disgusted in his words: "... where are you confident? Nobody told you anything."

Ji Qinyang smiled: "It goes without saying, I also know."

The boy raised his head, and the neon light on the top of the hotel building fell on his face. Ji Qinyang's expression was quiet and gentle: "I know what Xie Meng thinks."

Since Zhang Xiujuan's death, Xie Meng's work schedule has not been regular for a few days. The first night of the night has not been adjusted, and the state of insomnia all night.

I was too tired in the morning and couldn't sleep at night. The only thing Xie Meng can do is to force himself to eat more, so as not to collapse.

After finishing the phone call with Ji Qinyang that night, Xie Meng finally froze for a long time while holding his mobile phone. The weather cleared up when he got up the next morning.

Clean the incense burner ash, Xie Meng wiped the photo frame again.

After October, the feeling of late autumn is getting stronger and stronger, the clouds are high, the wind is light, and the sweet-scented osmanthus in the alley can float to the yard all the time. Opening the door handle, he met the person who came.

Ji Qinyang raised his hand and seemed to be standing outside the door in a posture of knocking on the door. He dragged his luggage, and there was no image of a mess on his head.

Xie Meng: "..."

Ji Qinyang paused for a moment, then laughed: "Good morning."

"..." Xie Meng blinked: "You are not ..."

Ji Qinyang: "I bought a plane ticket in the early morning and spent the night in the train station. Fortunately, there was a train from Shanghai to Suzhou in the early morning."

Xie Meng was speechless for a long time.

Ji Qinyang's eyes lingered on Xie Meng's face. He looked for a long time before he opened his arms and smiled, "Come and hug."

The first thing after filling my stomach was that Ji Qinyang was anxious to wash his hair. The water heater was not turned on yet, so Xie Meng could only use pot water to use it. He prepared a water basin for Ji Qinyang. The boy wet his hair and washed his face by the way. Xie Meng took a scoop and stood behind, slowly pouring water on the other's head.

"Is it hot?" Xie Meng combed Ji Qinyang's soft hair.

The boy shook his head and said vaguely: "No hot ... give me shampoo."

Xie Meng rolled up his sleeves: "I help you wash."

Ji Qinyang hummed.

Xie Meng bubbled and rubbed his hair, massaged it several times before he washed it off with water.

"Don't move." Xie Meng instructed, he took a towel to Ji Qinyang, and went to the room to get a hair dryer. When he came out, he saw the boy wiping his hair.

Ji Qinyang hung the towel around his neck. He took Xie Meng's hand and sandwiched it between his legs.

Xie Meng looked down at him.

Ji Qinyang reached out and touched the boy's hair, then his cheek, and finally stopped on his lips. He pressed Xie Meng's neck, and the latter bent down, and they exchanged a kiss.

"... Dry your hair first." Xie Meng kissed Ji Qinyang's forehead.

After Zhang Xiujuan's spiritual position was finished, Ji Qinyang saw Xie Meng calling in the yard, and when he closed the line, Ji Qinyang asked: "Zhang Lian?"

Xie Meng nodded: "Well, he will come with Qi Fei this afternoon."

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow: "Afternoon ..."

Xie Meng: "?"

Ji Qinyang walked a few steps forward to Xie Meng, short, and hugged the boy horizontally.

"!" Xie Meng wanted to struggle subconsciously, but Ji Qinyang didn't let go, and even hugged him like a weight.

"It's light again." The boy turned his face and looked down at Xie Meng: "Let's go to sleep first?"

Xie Meng embarrassed, "What to sleep ... can't sleep?"

Ji Qinyang hugged him and walked to the room, said lightly: "Relax, I will let you fall asleep."