four o'clock

Tears slid down the side of her face, smashing to pieces as they fell.

The dream was shaken, disintegrated like a mirror image, the world that was struggling to support collapsed suddenly, and the memory picture turned into dots, and died like dust.

Wen Yuji suddenly woke up from the dream, he didn't look up, lying in his arms silently soaking the tears that had slipped down his sleeves.

The world has returned to perception. Well-dressed CBD men and women are talking in a decent and polite manner. The sound of the coffee machine is familiar. All the sounds are very slight. There was not even a trace of the dream, that beautiful dream was completely shattered.

This is the third time he has dreamed of him. In seven years, he strictly restrained himself from dreaming. He was afraid that Li Song would forget him. This kind of fear was engraved in his bones. He always had a stubborn thought, if If Li Song forgets him, the meaning of his life in this world will also disappear.

But he still failed.

The three dreams have passed, and the relationship between him and Li Song is over.

But this is not a bad thing, Li Song will be able to live well if he forgets him.

In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest, and I am greedy for joy all day long.It's good to have a moment of lust.The hot summer wind swept in, and some of the air-conditioning in the room was taken out, and then dropped down again with the door closed.

The weather in Beijing is too hot, it is hot in July, and the ground can burn people at noon. He has not been used to it for such a long time here.

Wen Yuji rubbed his eyes on his sleeves lightly, stood up, and said to the customer who just entered the store: "Welcome."

He has become very powerful now, he can wake up very early without being called by others, he can squeeze with people on the subway even if he doesn't like being touched by others, he can talk to strangers even if he doesn't like to talk .

These are difficult at first, but survival is even more difficult.

During the days when he was with Li Song, he had also seen the world, that world was peaceful and relaxed, and all people and things were kind, he used to think that was the world until he came out to live alone. Only then did he realize that it was the world that Li Song propped up for him, the world of Truman.

When he got off work in the afternoon, Qian Qian was in a hurry to change his clothes. He still had a job at night, so he ate some bread in a hurry, and told him: "After work, you take the bus back, don't walk, I have paid for the water and electricity, go back to you Just pull the electric switch at the door and there will be electricity."

Wen Yu sent nodded and said, "I also want to deliver a takeaway order."

During the seven years in Beijing, he rented a basement with Qian Qian as a foothold.

Qian Qian is an unlucky ghost. The first time he saw him was at the Beijing Railway Station.

At that time, there was only money, and he dropped out of school to work. He was less than 170 centimeters tall, wearing cloth shoes made by his mother, and walking through the crowd with cotton quilts from home.

Wen Yuji was also carried forward by the crowd. He was eighteen that year, and it was the first time he left home alone to a strange place. He didn't understand anything. He was more afraid of this strange city than curious. After leaving Li Song, he started to be afraid of people again, tightly hugging the backpack he had when he was studying, which was his only luggage.

He didn't look up at the road, he was in a hurry to get away from the crowd, then he collided with Qian Qian, and Qian Qian was knocked off his back.

Perhaps at that time, his emotions had reached a certain critical point, staring at Wen Yu's angry face, he gasped a few times, as if he wanted to quarrel, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he cried.

Sitting in the crowd, weeping loudly, he said: "Why is everyone bullying me, why am I so pitiful?"

The people who hurried past at most glanced at him, showing no intention of helping.

Qianqian cried very badly, hammering his flower quilt angrily, and cried very badly: "I lost my wallet, I lost my ID card, and I didn't leave my phone. Are all the thieves in the capital so dedicated?"

Wen Yuji was very embarrassed, he was thinking, in such a big city, if bumping into someone and slipping away is considered an escape.

In the end, he squatted in front of this handsome and thin boy, imitating Li Song's tone of coaxing him, and coaxed clumsily: "Don't cry, let me accompany you to the police station, okay?"

Qian Qian's eyes and nose were red from crying, he stared at himself for a while, then wrapped himself around him, following Wen Yuji wherever he went.

He remembered the first night in this city, he and Qianqian came out of the police station and had nowhere to go, so they walked along the road. The streets of the city were clean, the buildings were beautiful and magnificent, and there were bright lights everywhere, like a city that never sleeps.

The two of them didn't know where they were going, so one of them was holding a schoolbag, the other was carrying a flowered quilt bag, and they wandered aimlessly together, agreeing to settle wherever they went when they couldn't walk anymore.

The capital is full of high-rise buildings and heavy traffic. To the two young boys, the bustling city is like a monster that can devour them at any time.

Here, they dare not talk about their dreams, they just want to live.

The two of them took their bags, crossed the road, walked across the overpass, squatted down in the underground passage to rest for a while, and continued to walk forward. Neither of them spoke. They kept walking, as if they could really have an end.

At around three o'clock in the morning, Qianqian dragged him into a McDonald's on the side of the road, which was the only one that was still open.

Besides them, there were other people inside, a few boys and girls who looked like junior high school students, sitting together, talking and laughing, playing with their mobile phones.

There was a family of five, two old people, two middle-aged people and a child, dressed plainly and with dark and rough faces. They held the CT of the General Hospital on the belt in their hands and leaned together to rest tiredly.

A homeless man, his body was dirty and his hair was matted, went from table to table looking for the leftover food of the guests. When he couldn't find it, he clamped his army green padded jacket and fell asleep on the chair.

Qian Qian was also hungry. He hugged the already dirty cotton quilt, and suddenly burst into tears. He said, "Then who, do you think I will do the same in the future?"

Wen Yuji looked at him and saw the fear in his eyes and the despair of life. He was also afraid, but when the two of them were together, they both said that they were afraid, and there was really no way to go on that road.

He gave money to buy food, and said to him: "No, every day is new."

This is what he used to cheat money, and it was also what he lied to himself. He lied to himself, saying that every day is new, and every day has new hope. I have seen the □□flag raising.

Qianqian is very powerful, smart, and sweet-talking. These years, Qianqian always said that he took care of him by himself, but in fact, most of the things in his life were solved by Qianqian, such as finding a house or finding a job.

Qian Qian frowned, he rolled up his sleeves aggressively, and wanted to go to the kitchen: "Takeaway? What kind of takeaway are you delivering? Is the proprietress bullying you again?"

Wen Yuji held him back and said, "No, it's Uncle Sun. He is in a hurry to go home today, so let me take him there. It's not far away, it's in the building next door."

Uncle Sun is very kind to them, and often brings them something to eat. He is the dessert chef here, and it is said that he has learned French desserts. Wen Yuji learned a lot from him.

Qian Qian: "Alright then, if the lady boss bothers you again, just tell me."

Wen Yu looked at his full blood like a cockfight every day and wanted to laugh, but he was really envious of his lively and energetic appearance every day.

Wen Yu sent out the door with the dessert in hand, and the food delivery location was in an office building about 200 meters away from the store.

He had already changed his clothes and planned to leave work after delivery.

The people here are all high-end talents. He once thought, if he could go to university normally, would he be able to live such a glamorous life.

Later, he thought, no matter how life is to him, every day without Li Song is the same anxiety and boredom.

There were a lot of desserts this time, and he stuffed his hands full. When he reached the 36th floor, he called the person who ordered the food. A little girl ran out and picked it up with a smile. She ordered the food and said: "Can you give me the phone number of your store? Our company has just moved here, and it will be convenient to order in the future."

It seemed to be at a party, with bursts of laughter coming from inside, very lively.

Wen Yu left the phone, bowed his head and entered the elevator.

When the sun is about to set, looking from the Yongding River to the blue sky, the sun scatters colorful light and dyes the flocculent clouds, as if it is going to rain.

When passing by the subway station, Wen Yuji bought some fried noodles for dinner, after eating on the way, he felt a little sick to his stomach.

These years have always been like this, the scenery around him is bustling, the road under his feet is smooth, it seems that the world is very lively, except for him, his life is the same every day, it's not that he doesn't want to be happy, he won't be happy anymore.

He had a stomachache for a long time because of the half-cold fried rice.

Qianqian took half a day off for him, and when he went out, he vomited back, thinking that he would not vomit again, so he got up and packed up and went to the store.

It was very hot and stuffy today. As soon as he went out, the heat directly breathed into his lungs, and he felt suffocated for a moment.

His body was weak, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his body. After the dizziness passed, he continued to walk.

Qian Qian frowned and looked at him for a long time before saying, "You don't have medical insurance."

Wen Yuji knew what he meant, he didn't have medical insurance, and he looked down on seeing a doctor.

Wen Yu sent changed his clothes and said, "I'm fine."

Qian Qian: "..."

Qian Qian chased him and nagged, but Wen Yuji locked him outside the back kitchen.

Finally, when the staff took turns eating, Wen Yuji stood at the front desk for Qian Qian.

The opening and closing of the large glass door took a lot of the cold air from the room, and the lukewarm air made his stomach feel a little uncomfortable.

The door opened again, and he professionally raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Welcome."

When the voice fell, the whole world fell silent.

He stared blankly at the person in front of him, almost thinking that he hadn't woken up from his dream.

The man in front of him was tall, wearing a decent and expensive suit, with a stern demeanor, his long and narrow eyes were slightly cold and stern, with a faint sense of oppression.

With his dark and deep eyes, the curvature of his lips, and his three-dimensional and handsome features, even though some things have changed, he can still recognize him at a glance.

He is good-looking, the most beautiful person in the world, before and still is.

In the past seven years, I have described his current appearance countless times in my heart, but I have not been able to imagine a ten-thousandth of his temperament.

He stared at his gaze for three or two seconds, squinting his eyes slightly, which was a reaction of thinking, and then nodded his head lightly, with an indifferent expression, and said hello in a flat tone: "What a coincidence."

Wen Yuji lost his response.

Li Song just said hello in such a simple way, with a casual attitude as if he was facing an unfamiliar stranger, he looked away after saying those two words, and asked politely and gently to the girl following him: " what do you want to eat?"

The girl smiled coquettishly, and looked at him with a familiar infatuation. It was the way she used to look at him. She said sweetly, "I ate the cake from this shop yesterday and thought it was delicious."

Wen Yuji felt that his heart was going to die because he found out that Li Song had lied to him.

Li Song once said: If one day you want to leave me, it is to dig a piece of flesh in my heart, to pull out my bones with blood, and I will die.

But the reality is not like this, even if a piece of flesh is dug out of the heart, and the bones are pulled out like blood, the person will not die.

The memory of the past, it seems that only he is holding on to the memories repeatedly, he is always living in the past, Li Song now has his own life, he is living a very good life as he prays every day.

"Two cups of mocha, one cup of less sugar, and one of your signature desserts, thank you."

Wen Yuji watched Li Song's lips open and close, and his voice came into his ears, but he couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

He felt like he wanted to hide, but his whole body was cold and stiff as if filled with ice cubes, unable to react.

The girl tilted her head to look at Li Song, with a flowery smile on her delicate and beautiful face, and said coquettishly: "You still remember that I love mocha with less sugar, you are too careful."

Too careful.

Li Song looked cold, but he was actually very gentle and careful. This gentleness and carefulness belonged to him before, but they are no longer his.

He looked at Li Song, feeling as uncomfortable as a knife in his heart, but he still tried his best to maintain the professionalism he should have. He placed the order and said, "Okay, 369 yuan."

"Small words."

Qianqian came back: "Xiaoyu, thank you for helping me watch, you can go to the back and help."

Li Song glanced at Qianqian, and then looked at him, there was nothing in his dark eyes, just the attitude of talking to a stranger, he said lightly: "We are in a hurry, please hurry up."

There will be a feeling of suffocation when the pain is extreme.

It was a real physical feeling of drowning, like being submerged in an ocean called sadness, and it became difficult to breathe.

How can I not hurt myself so much?

He is not Li Song.

Yes, he is not Li Song.

Just think about it this way, he is a fake Li Song, the real Li Song is not like this, and he would not talk to himself like that.

He continued to hypnotize himself, stopped looking at him, turned to Qian Qian and said, "The order has been placed."

Qian Qian responded, observed his face while rubbing shoulders, and said in a low voice: "Your face is too ugly, does your stomach hurt again?"

Wen Yuji shook his head and said, "It's okay."

He entered the back kitchen without looking sideways, leaned against the door and panted hard, he needed to breathe, otherwise he would suffocate and die from the pain.

Qian Qian was nimble, and quickly made the coffee. When Wen Yuji looked out from the gap, he saw the girl holding Li Song's arm intimately, and Li Song didn't avoid it.

Qian Qian pushed open the door of the back kitchen, saw Wen Yuji crouching in the corner, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

Wen Yuji wiped his face, and said innocently, "It seems that I touched an onion just now."

They're a dessert shop, no onions.

Qian Qian stared at him speechlessly, and said, "Forget it, I'm working the night shift at the bar tonight, so you can go back after work."

Wen Yu sent nodded.

After a pause, he said, "Qianqian, I want to ask you something."

Qian Qian: "What's the matter?"

Wen Yuji pursed his lips and said, "Do I look good?"

Qian Qian: "..."

Qian Qian touched his forehead, put the other hand on his forehead, and said doubtfully, "I don't have a fever."

He looked into Wen Yuji's eyes, which were unprecedentedly serious. He frowned and said, "Tell me the truth, what's wrong with you."

Wen Yuji didn't speak, but looked at him stubbornly.

Qian Qian sighed and said, "You look good, you look very good-looking."

Otherwise, I wouldn't always be stopped to strike up a conversation. On the street, on the subway, and even a coffee shop appeared in front of me, so many girls surrounded me for pictures.

Wen Yuji continued to ask: "How is it compared to before?"

Qian Qian: "How long ago?"

Wen Yu sent: "When I bumped into you."

It's been seven years...

Qian Qian rested her chin and thought about it for a while, then said, "It was cuter then."

Wen Yuji lowered his eyes and said "Oh" lightly, he was not cute anymore, so Li Song didn't like it anymore.

Qian Qian: "Now I'm a little more attractive than before."

He also couldn't tell what kind of charm it was. He was a straight man, and his ability to describe boys was limited to this.

Wen Yu sent her up and said, "I'm off to work."

After speaking, he entered the kitchen.