Good day and beautiful scenery

We were not far away, as long as Shen Yan thought about it, maybe he only needed to take a step forward, and it was effortless to catch me.Of course I didn't expect such a thing to happen, but I just looked at it so well, I didn't think he had that face at all, and he could stand in front of me leisurely, smiling and saying "Long time no see".

Shen Yan walked very slowly, and in my eyes, it was like a movie scene that was split into countless pieces, so that I had to think, maybe the distance between us is not the short distance of two meters, but the distance between us. It's mountains and rivers and thousands of mountains and rivers.

As heavy as Shen Yan's gait is my mood, I know very well that the reaction I should have is to look away from his face indifferently, turn around and leave lightly, and it is definitely not like now, as if stuck in a quagmire, panicking He waited intently for the approaching footsteps.

I closed my eyes in shame, hating and hating that I still had certain expectations for Shen Yan.

William's alert voice woke me up instantly. When I opened my eyes, I saw that he had changed his position at some point, using his body to block between Shen Yan and me, but he was still in the mood to tease: "Brother Jing, I I have a hunch that I'm fucking right to drink this wine tonight."

"William, it's going to be fine, don't be impulsive." I took his arm and tried to pull him behind me.

This kid doesn't know anything at all, he doesn't know that Shen Yan has practiced for real, if he really wants to fight, another William may not be his opponent.Besides, compared to the pain of flesh and blood, Shen Yan himself is a lawyer, and I am afraid that there will be more and more headaches in the future.

I tugged twice, but I couldn't move William, who was full of courage after drinking, so I had to take a deep breath, forcefully suppressed the faster and faster heartbeat, and walked to the front by myself.

Shen Yan is already very close to me, so close that I can clearly distinguish the cold light in his eyes, whether he is more angry or more disappointed, so close that I can still see that the wound on the corner of his mouth has almost healed, but The bruises left still looked a bit shocking.

He has obviously fought with others before, and it is definitely not a flamboyant fight.

This made me suddenly a little afraid of the obvious gloomy and cruel face on his face, and I couldn't help tightening the skin under the clothes that had already soaked in cold sweat, and even the fingers clenched under the cuffs unconsciously pulled even tighter.

I thought that as long as Shen Yan dared to make a move, I would swing my fist in his face without hesitation and unceremoniously.I am indeed afraid of pain, but I am even more afraid of acting like a stupid and soft persimmon in front of him.A persimmon that is too weak to rot.

Probably because of the unusual smell gradually filling the air, William called me worriedly: "Brother Jing..."

I turned my back to him and shook my head silently.

I think it's fortunate that it's such a position, William can't see my face, and naturally he can't see me concentrating and holding my breath, as if I couldn't take a breath if I wanted to.

After the heartbeat like a wild horse running wild for a while, it seems to have died down now, even the sight has become sticky and blurred because of the lack of oxygen that does not exist.

In a trance, I felt that Shen Yan was already standing in front of me, and even raised his hand unexpectedly. I instinctively wanted to back away, but the reason and pride left in my mind forced me to stand up even higher. , and ready to offer my fist at any time.

The air was literally thinning, and time seemed to stop.

Shen Yan's persuasive gaze suddenly turned cold, like a burning flame encountering cold water, without even the slightest lingering smoke.

But that cold gaze just passed over my face, and when I shuddered and suddenly came back to my senses, he had already turned his head and walked away indifferently.

My body swayed uncontrollably, and I awkwardly held William's hand that reached out in time.

"Are you okay?" he asked concerned.

I let go of William's hand, stood up slowly, turned my head and smiled at William: "It's okay. It's too cold, let's go back."

"Are you all right? Your complexion is not good."

William's untimely belch made the concern on his face comical, and I couldn't help laughing.

Suddenly I envied him a little bit, if I was also drunk, so drunk that I couldn't distinguish between reality and fantasy, even if I was so drunk that I watched Shen Yan walk away from me like a stranger, I probably wouldn't feel so heartbroken.

I was so wide awake that I knew that at this moment, in this moment, in this situation, in every pain I felt in my body, I deserved it.

Shen Yan has already let go, but I, who consider myself decisive, am still entangled in such a quagmire and cannot extricate myself.

The thing about my mother calling me, I remembered after a night of insomnia.Although I was not in the mood, I took out my phone and dialed it back.

My mother was making breakfast for my father. After the phone pinged for a while, she took the time to feed her and asked me with a smile if I got up.

"Get up." I stared at the ceiling like a corpse, and tried to smile, "Did you call me yesterday?"

"I'm calling. You haven't answered it for a long time." My mother said, her voice didn't sound angry, "Are you so busy, did you have a good meal?"

I touched my face and smiled bitterly: "Of course, I have gained weight recently."

"Just like you, it's not enough to be ten or twenty catties fatter. By the way, Xiaojing, I'm calling to tell you something."

"You say."

"It's a good thing. Let me tell you, your dad's brain seems to be loose these days. Didn't he read the newspaper yesterday, and he said something legal after reading it. I took a peek, and he It’s about the news about a foreign man getting married with a man.”

But in foreign countries, gay marriage is no longer news.My mother probably thought that my father was always dogmatic, and it would be easier for him to accept what was published in the newspaper, and he was finally able to accept the fact that I was with Shen Yan.

However, Shen Yan and I are no longer kneeling in front of my dad seven years ago, begging for a relationship that we must have with each other.

I covered my eyes with my hands, smiled bitterly silently, and said to my mother, "Did my father say anything?"

"He," my mother said in a tone that you know, "didn't say anything, but last night at dinner, he suddenly said something, saying that the weather is good these two days, let me take the quilts in your room. It should be washed and dried in the sun. It has been many years, and this is the first time your father said this."

"My dad isn't there?" I asked again.

"I'm on the balcony." My mother laughed, but her tone suddenly changed, and said, "Xiaojing, why do I hear you seem unhappy. Are you still angry with your father's old antique?"

In fact, I am not angry with my dad.I'm not unhappy either.

I am happy, at least in the dense bitterness, there is still a sliver of relief, my dad can still figure it out after so many years, it is not easy for me to kneel in front of him in order to come out.

But the problem is that this belated relief is like a bit of sweetness secretly pressed under the tongue after the thick soup and bitter medicine poured from Haikou, which makes the mouth full of bitterness and is unbearable.

I remembered that my dad hated me to the bone at that time, and while hitting me with sticks, he did not hesitate to curse viciously, saying to see if Shen Yan and I could last long, and saying that he would never have had me as a son...

Today I have to admit that my father has been a teacher for decades, and his ability to predict fate is as accurate as his prediction of test questions, so I can't help but feel sad.

"Happy, why not." I said with a smile, "The weather here is not bad today."

My mother was finally happy again, and she seemed to cherish the pleasure of talking on the phone more than ever before.

She always has a lot to say, from the fact that the millet she bought at home has bugs, to the one-year-old grandson of the old Li’s next door who got hand, foot and mouth disease a few days ago, and the old and the young, Li, Li, and Li, fought anxiously. She can talk about these trivial matters with warmth and enthusiasm.

Because of my mother, on this cloudy morning in the deep winter, I finally felt the ordinary but firm power from the word "home" while sweating coldly.

It's rare that I didn't hide from the boss's regular meeting every day, and was forced to listen to a few not-so-funny jokes. When the meeting ended, William asked me how I was with my neck held.

I looked at him teasingly: "I remember I only drank plain water."

"Are you all right?" William was not stupid, and after a pause, he said quietly, "It's best to think about it, that person is so rude, he is obviously not good enough for you."

Although this is not the truth, what William said is unworthy may not be because he is my brother, not Shen Yan's.But he was right. I can only think about it, and if I can’t think about it, I have to think about it.

At noon, I had dinner with William and several other colleagues, and received a call from the hospital during the meal.I didn't pay attention at first, and thought it was the customer. It wasn't until the other party reported his name that I suddenly realized that I couldn't help but put down my chopsticks and came out of the seat.

I didn't expect the director to call me again, but she didn't beat around the bush like last time, but directly asked me if I had time recently.

"There are a lot of things at the end of the year." I said truthfully.

The female doctor sighed, even her tone was a bit like my mother, and said: "You young people, no matter how busy you are, you don't want your health? Come here some time, and I will help you make an appointment with the doctor for a re-examination."

Review?If she hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten that she had said the same thing that day, and I myself had faintly agreed to go and so on.

I kicked the pebbles by my feet, and said apologetically, "There are still a lot of manuscripts to catch up at the end of the year. Everyone wants to finish their work and have a good year. I can't delay other people's work because of me."

After a long silence, the director finally said helplessly, "Come as soon as possible" and hung up the phone.