nostalgic

There was mist under the acacia tree opposite Jian’s house, and the street lamps illuminated the dark path. Tang Yun, who sent Zhou Shuyi to the Qingchuan Nursing Home and came back overnight, leaned on the old bench with her long messy hair, puffing. .

"Yun Yun, why don't you come in when you get home?" Jiang Nan stood in the porch of Jian's house in a nightgown and called Tang Yun.

"The house opposite Jian's is where I live. I live there these days because I don't trust you." Tang Yun searched Jiangnan Xingying across the three-meter narrow road.

The dilapidated courtyard door of Jian's house opened slowly, and a row of spherical lights on the top of the courtyard wall was lit, emitting an eye-catching light. Jiangnan, who was wearing flat slippers, made people feel a little more close and a little less distance. Among them, Tang Yun only likes the most casual image.

"I was so resistant to handing you the cigarette back then, but you still learned it elsewhere." Jiang Nan bent down and took a cigarette from the cigarette case beside Tang Yun and lit it.

"Smoking can empty the mind. I need to let the blankness occupy my mind. I don't have to think about anything, and I don't have to face anything." Tang Yun looked at the cigarette butt in her hand that was flickering with orange light.

"Qi Jing's business is done?" Jiang Nan stretched out his hand and squeezed the wide neckline of his nightgown.

"Well, I have invited Zhou Shuyi from Hengshi to treat Qi Jing. Do you recognize Zhou Shuyi? The psychiatrist who was in charge of treating Jane Lai ten years ago." Tang Yun tried to capture the instant change of Jiangnan's expression.

"After that incident happened that year, Jane Lai lived in Qingchuan Sanatorium for three years, and I also lived in Qingchuan Sanatorium for three years. I went to Qingchuan Sanatorium almost every week. The number of times Zhou Shuyi met me was second only to Jane Lai." Jiang Nan talked about this old story as usual, with a very indifferent tone.

"So you were really together during those three years?" Tang Yun pointed straight at the bull's-eye.

"Yes, no, this is something that can never be explained to you. I don't think you should ask any more." Jiang Nan tucked his hair that was blown by the night wind behind his ears.

"I'm cold, let's go back together." Jiang Nan threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and shook his shoulders twice.

Tang Yun snuffed out the small half of the cigarette butt in her hand after hearing the sound, and followed Jiangnan across the deserted streets that separated the two ends of the residence.

Jane's house was still brightly lit. Tang Yun opened the door and saw a familiar scene. Jane Lai was standing in front of the long table that ran across the north and south of the living room. The man had a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his nose and was bending over to play the piano. In a trance, Tang Yun began to miss the 14-year-old pure white boy with sawdust stuck to his head.

"Miss Tang, Mrs. Jane has prepared dinner for you." He Rujing's ethereal voice floated above his head.

Jian Lai put down the harp clip in her hand when she heard the sound, her eyes collided, and Tang Yun moved her lower lip.

The man then lowered his head and fixed the last piano clip, adjusted the screws without any haste, and the steaming brush deftly moved around the gap that needed to be adjusted like an animal's tail.

After Heqin finished the last steps, Jian Lai reached out and kneaded her tired shoulders and neck. When she looked up and saw Tang Yun still standing there, she froze for a moment, her quiet eyes gradually warming up.

"I'm hungry, eat something with me." Tang Yun left this sentence and turned to the restaurant.

There was the sound of the desk lamp being turned off, followed by light footsteps.

"It's been about ten years since the last time we sat around this dining table and ate together." Jiang Nan waited at the head of the table with a smile.

"Time flies so fast." Tang Yun hurriedly sighed, fearing the silence.

"When I first married into Jane's family, Huailin mentioned at the dining table that I was going to have a honeymoon, and the violinist dropped the plate angrily." Jiang Nan gracefully tore off a piece of bread from the plate.

There was a click, and the crisp sound hit the eardrums. Tang Yun realized in the next second that it was the sound of plates breaking. His skin was itchy with pain, and fragments of porcelain were scattered on the ground.

"Is this a reenactment of yesterday's performance?" Jiang Nan raised the corners of his lips in a good-tempered manner, as if teasing an ignorant child.

There was another click, and the bread on Jiangnan's plate was scattered on the floor of the restaurant.

Tang Yun sat at the side of the dining table and looked at the expressionless Jane Lai, and handed the plate in front of her to the man. The man took the plate and was taken aback for a few seconds, then put the plate back with a frown In front of Tang Yun.

"Come on, if it makes you happy." Tang Yun looked at the plate in front of her and then at Jane Lai.

Jian Lai frowned and kept her gaze on Tang Yun's hand for a few seconds, then her brows gradually melted away, and she passed by Tang Yun's side without making a sound, her slippers creaking and trampling on the broken pieces of ceramics.

He Rujing crouched on the ground like a heartfelt servant to clean up food residues and ceramic debris, Jiangnan always kept a mysterious smile on his face.

"I want to go back." Tang Yun spoke softly.

"Take me with you, please." The curve of Jiangnan's lips, which can be called a model of beauty, finally collapsed, and two lines of tears flowed out of his pale eyes.

"Okay." Tang Yun took Jiang Nan's hand and waded across the messy ground, stepping on the bluestone slabs, crossing the horizontal road.

Tang Yun came to the door of the residence, took out the key and inserted it into the lock, and with a slight twist of her wrist, the door lock was unlocked.

"Yunyun, why did you choose such a remote place to live?" Jiang Nan narrowed his eyes and looked at Tang Yun's room, unable to hide his doubts.

"I can't explain the reason." Tang Yun stood in front of the window, frowning slightly, habitually staring at the Jian's house opposite.

"Have you ever thought about why Jane Lai treats you like that?" Tang Yun hesitated and said after a long silence.

"I resent the teasing that I crossed the bottom line back then, I resent that I indirectly caused Huailin's tragic death in order to release the lust, but how can a person at that age full of buds avoid the lust that comes at any time? Get a little alcohol on your body It is as sensitive as a cut open wound, longing for closeness and caress." Jiang Nan talked about sex in front of Tang Yun without shy away.

"Jiangnan, leave here, leave Lucheng, leave Jian's house, and return to your original life, that would be great." Tang Yun leaned on Jiangnan's bed at night and murmured.

"Yunyun, I can't go back." Jiang Nan narrowed his eyes and caressed Tang Yun's long hair lovingly, his eyes were tender and warm.

In her long dream that night, Tang Yun vaguely heard the bedroom door knocking, she turned on the desk lamp, and the bed on the right side was empty.

While waiting for Jiangnan to return to her room, Tang Yun had another short dream, and then a woman's subdued cry suddenly appeared in her ears.