Beauty across the cloud

【9 It's been too long, I can't remember it】

Before Shen Zengli left, she said that she wanted to take a look at Luo Yiyun, but Miss Luo didn't say anything, and Shen Zengli thought she was not happy, so she frowned slightly.

"I don't know how many years it will be when I come back next time," Shen Zengli said, "or decades later. What's wrong with me just looking at him?" At the end of the sentence, there was already a bit of crying.Today's weather is not too hot, the air conditioner in the coffee shop is turned on warmly, Shen Zengli shrinks her arms, feeling a little cold.She raised her head slightly and looked around, the windows were clear and clean, and there was silence, there was a faint fragrance floating around, but there was no one there.Xiao Suo, she inexplicably thought of this word.

In fact, this is probably just because no matter who is with Miss Luo, it is unlikely to feel warm.

Miss Luo lowered her eyes and finally nodded.

When they got to Ms. Luo's car, the two sat in the back row. Shen Zengli tilted her head and looked at Ms. Luo next to her. Her head was leaning against the window glass. The years that cannot be lost.The car drove through shades of trees, and people's faces were half-illuminated under the shadows.The road to the cemetery was long, and Miss Luo closed her eyes slightly, looking extremely tired.

Shen Zengli was suddenly curious about a question, "After Xiang Mengzhou died, have you visited him?"

Luo Miao shook her head.

"Not once?"

"No."

Shen Zengli suddenly sat upright at this moment, turned her head, and stopped looking at her.

Time passed by this woman very quickly like the shadow of a tree outside the window, but her face was not too sculpted by time, she was still beautiful and exquisite, and in return, the vitality and heat that was not much on her body It was also taken away by time, and she will gradually become so cold for the rest of her life.

It is unrealistic and unnecessary to ask such a person to be human.Thinking of this, Shen Zengli felt a little better.

People always have a special affection for their friends when they are young. It may not be regarded as a deep affection, but there has been such an irreplaceable period of time, so even the people who appeared in the years are of great significance.

This is probably the relationship between Miss Luo and Shen Zengli.Now there are only the two of them who have witnessed those years, and it will be difficult for them to see each other again in the future.This has nothing to do with whether Shen Zengli wants to go abroad, even if she is still in China, it will be difficult for them to meet.

I don't know why, but there is no need to say goodbye.Too many times, too many people, are like this.

Shen Zengli sat in the car and suddenly felt uncomfortable.She raised her legs first, then put them down after a while.He looked out the window, then turned his head to look at the driver's hand holding the steering wheel.She wanted to say something, but the words were spinning between her teeth, she coughed lightly, and swallowed them all.

There is always no reason to say something, but there are various excuses for not saying anything, such as inappropriate, such as unnecessary.

When she arrived at Luo Yiyun's tomb, she saw the portrait on the tombstone, and felt a sudden pain in her heart.What is "I can't recognize it after seeing it"?Isn't the person in this photo him?Isn't he the one buried under the cold soil?How could it not be recognized.Correct eyebrows, smooth hair, the most perfect young man in the group of them back then, Luo Yiyun who would provoke little girls to peek at him wherever he went.

Shen Zengli didn't know whether her heart ached for him or for the lost friendship between them.

The wind was blowing, she turned around, saw Miss Luo standing behind, and said, "Yi Yun didn't do it on purpose."

"what?"

"I didn't introduce that professor to you on purpose. He really didn't mean it. You didn't have a place to live at the time, so he just wanted to help you." Shen Zengli looked back at the portrait again and said, "It's just in front of you two today. Now, let me clear up your misunderstanding. Luo Miao, I know you won't take the initiative to ask, and he won't take the initiative to explain, right? Luo Miao, don't blame him again. "

Miss Luo pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose and said, "What did you say? It's been too long, I can't remember."

She looked at the tombstone.In fact, this photo was not chosen very well, not to mention that it was not clear enough, and the expression of the person was also a little rigid. Looking at the upward line of the corner of the mouth, it seemed to be an added stroke.But it's not her fault either.At that time, I searched all over Luo Yiyun's belongings, but found that there was not a single recent photo of him, and the only photo left was a group photo.

That photo came from a snapshot, and the expressions of the other people in the photo were not very decent, the light was dim, and they were stumbling around. Luo Miao still remembered that Xiang Mengzhou was smiling happily in that photo.This is not unusual at all, it is rare to see any unconfident or embarrassed expression on his face.And she was sitting upright in the back, looking at him without blinking, the corners of her mouth were always tightly pursed, thanks to her beauty, a good girl did not turn into a mean-faced dean.

Ms. Luo didn't send Shen Zengli to the airport, she suddenly remembered that Luo Yiyun had left some things in the old house where she used to live, and said they were for her.Although she could tell without looking at it, there was nothing valuable, it was just some books or paper for writing and drawing, she didn't care about it long ago, but anyway, it's better to deal with it.

Shen Zengli got into a taxi, and after the two said goodbye briefly, the window slowly lifted, and in the end, Miss Luo only saw her own reflection on the black window glass, a face that was always indifferent and expressionless .When the taxi turned the next corner, Shen Zengli suddenly lowered the window and waved out the window.The car drove away, but Miss Luo stayed where she was, remembering that she just forgot to wave.

She looked at the rolling traffic on the road, suddenly raised her arm, and waved to the non-existent old friend.

In any case, she was the only one left now.

【After 10, there will be many sunny days in your life】

Luo Miao also lived in this studio for a while before discovering that the owner of the studio is a serious pervert.

At first, she only said that she was a model, and after a few steps, she instructed her to move, but later she got closer and even touched her hand.But Luo Miao is not such a weak girl after all.She is not afraid at all, facing this situation, facing the desire in the man's eyes like a black hole trying to swallow her, she finds it very funny.

Nameless anger ignited her chest.When she touched it for the first time, she didn't speak, but just quietly looked at the male professor whose skin was like old bark.The professor thought she was forbearance, and when she was resigned, he stretched out his hand and touched it a second time, but he didn't know that her eyes were just calculating how to hit the old bastard on the head with the plaster statue under her feet.

After the bloodbath scene appeared, she knew that there was no place for her to stay here.

Luo Miao simply packed her clothes and stuffed them into her schoolbag, then turned to look for Luo Yiyun.

When returning from Luo Yiyun's residence, near the original cold home, she saw Xiang Mengzhou who had been away for a long time.

It was raining lightly at that time, and he was leaning on an intersection just like the last time the two parted, without an umbrella, without extra clothes, and lighting a cigarette that would never ignite.The raindrops rolled over their skin without making a sound, just like they looked at each other in the deserted street, and no one said anything.

This scene is much like the last time they parted, as Luo Miao was in a daze at the time, thinking that everything was yesterday, that he had never been to the United States, and that they had never been separated.

In terms of being more silent than anyone else, Luo Miao obviously doesn't need to fear anyone.In the end, he still spoke to Mengzhou first: "You don't look well, where did you just come back from?"

The rain was crawling wantonly on Luo Miao's face, her hair was like a large piece of dark kelp sticking lifelessly to her cheek, her face was gloomy and ugly.

Xiang Mengzhou waved to her, "Come here."

Luo Miao didn't move at all.

After thinking for a while, he said again: "Come closer, lean on me, you will be warmer, and I will be warmer."

Luo Miao really did.

She didn't know why she wanted to accompany this person in the rain, she guessed that she was really crazy.But thinking that there are still people going crazy with her, she seems to have the courage to go crazy.

She heard the madman next to him say very slowly: "Before I come here to wait for you, I went to see your father first."

"I told him that I like you and hope we can get married. He seemed very happy and agreed for you."

"Very angry, right? Do you really want to hit me? Luo Miao, regard this as a transaction, regard marriage as a commodity, you will only get a lot from me, and you will not lose money."

He paused, and then said: "I have brain cancer, and I won't live long. When the time comes, all my inheritance will be yours."

Luo Miao raised her head, and the eyes of the two met, like a war that saw blood before the knife could be drawn.

"Why?" Luo Miao did not give this presumptuous guy a little color as before. She leaned against him and slowly squatted down, with her thin coat sticking to his trouser legs, "Why did you choose me?"

"Probably...because you're pretty."

She asked the long-standing doubt in her heart: "Am I pretty?"

"Ah."

"How can you like me because of my appearance?" Luo Miao's education level is not high, but she still vaguely remembers the "inner beauty" taught by the teacher.She didn't ask "Shouldn't liking someone like him inside" because she suddenly realized that she didn't have such a thing as "inner beauty".Firstly, he has no good personality, and secondly, he has no good qualities. He is born to love to put on people's face, and he will hurt others every now and then.Her appearance was her reliance, she had always known; it would also bring her hardships, she had just realized.

"Otherwise why do I like you? The first time I saw you, I saw your hair, in the sun, with a touch of golden color. It's really hard to find, but I saw it. It's not that complicated, I like you , maybe just want to see that little bit of gold when the sky is clear."

Pointing to his own head, he continued, "Do you know what's in here? A tumor. I don't know how it grew, but before I knew it, it was already here. I like you That's it. The doctor said that the spread of cancer cells can't be stopped, so my liking for you can't be stopped either. Things in the world are not that complicated."

"If you really can't understand, as I said, this is just a transaction, you can just pretend that I am greedy for your beauty and willing to exchange wealth, okay?"

"Would people who usually do this kind of transaction say their true intentions so frankly?" She also thought that people would always name various purposes as true love.

And he just looked at him quietly, without any male desire for women in his eyes, just like a teacher treating a student who asked a question, "How do you know they don't know it?"

She thought for a while and said seriously: "You lied, the first time we met... That day was not sunny, it was very cloudy and very cloudy."

Xiang Mengzhou suddenly laughed happily at this moment. He coughed so much that he leaned against the wall for a long time.Sometimes he looked up at the sky, and sometimes he looked down at Luo Miao.When he lowered his head, he could see a stubborn young girl trying to raise her face, pursuing the continuation of his answer with an extremely serious expression.

He stretched out his hand, and stroked Luo Miao's head quietly and gently.

"So you even remember the weather on that day." He squatted down halfway, "It doesn't matter if you lose one sunny day. In the future, there will be many sunny days in your life."