I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

"Fall into a familiar arms."

Two years later.

He has already sent more than 100 postcards to Chu Tingdong, at least one a week, rain or shine, but still no reply.

He is no longer like before, every time he sends it out, he can't eat well and can't sleep. When he opens his eyes, he wants to check the courier information, and he is terrified when he is returned.

He is really talented in photography, and he is very good at learning. He often goes out with his teachers or seniors to participate in activities, go to photography exhibitions, and take pictures of many scenery in Beijing.

Especially that bird's nest.

"I have already sent you 130 six postcards, but I can't find any other places in Beijing to take pictures of, and I don't know how many you have received. Next time I will go to a place farther away.

Sometimes I think, how many letters should there be when I get old?

But will I still know your address then?You should have bothered me long ago, sorry.

I am admitted to university, which is the communication university that you said is very suitable for me. Now I wake up every day and go to class, every time I go to the exam, I have never fought with anyone, I have not gone to the bar, and I even eat breakfast on time , If you see it, you will probably be scared to death.

You asked me to sign up for the photo exhibition before, and I won the first prize in the newcomer group. The interviewer asked me how I thought of taking this group of photos. I said that it was because I thought of the person I like when I took the photo.

Beijing is really nice, although it is so far from Ningcheng.I love you……"

Unable to hold back, he wrote the last three words. Zhong Xun died of embarrassment. He stood up abruptly, but couldn't wipe it off. He was so regretful that his fair and beautiful cheeks seemed to be burning.

Finally, with trembling fingertips, he added a comma and two words at the end in a superfluous manner.

"Beijing."

It looked hopelessly stupid, but he sent it anyway, with secret anticipation.

When he returned to the dormitory, he began to regret it again. As if he was sick, he walked around in a circle, and couldn't help asking a few roommates, "Do you think I will be the first person to be dumped for being too stupid?"

The roommates almost rolled their eyes.

It's already the second semester of the sophomore year, and the summer vacation is about to start. They have known each other for two years, and they both know what kind of bad character Zhong Xun is, and they also know that he has an ex-boyfriend who is so obsessed.

It is said that they are top students in the mathematics department of the nearby university, but Zhong Xun has been vague and refused to tell them who they are.

They picked each other in the same class, and there seemed to be three or four boys who barely fit in.

After all, on the first day of living in college, it is no exaggeration to say that I was taken aback when I entered the dormitory.

I thought there might be a star in their dormitory, but it looked very strange, I don't know if it's not long since their debut.

Zhong Xun's complexion is very fair, even too white, but the ends of those peach blossom eyes are slightly upturned, even if he doesn't smile, his eyes seem to be smiling, and he doesn't look cold.

It's just that her cheeks are fair and delicate, dazzlingly beautiful.

Although it didn't prevent them from discovering later that Zhong Xun didn't know what he was thinking about all day long.

But in this way, just looking at the face can rule out a lot.

Until one occasion, the Department of Mathematics of University Q had a public speaking event. When one of the roommates went to the cafeteria to grab a meal, he couldn't help but glanced at the lecture hall.

It happened that Chu Tingdong was at school.

Chu Tingdong only wore a very ordinary black shirt and jeans, the cuffs were rolled up a few times, revealing a cold white and slender arm with conspicuous tattoos on his wrists.

He propped up the podium and leaned over to check the courseware. He couldn't see his face clearly, but his eyelashes were long but not curled up, covering his pupils slightly, his nose bridge was high, and he had a cold and introverted handsomeness. .

Just... in a daze, as if he had been opened up, the roommate returned to the dormitory and reached out to pat Zhong Xun on the shoulder.

Zhong Xun was still looking at the computer to edit photos, and a German song was playing in the earphones. He didn't notice the person behind him. He was startled, turned his head inexplicably, and heard his roommate say to him:

"Your partner is in their school today."

Zhong Xun was scared to death, he didn't know how he was discovered, but he didn't have time to think about it for a while.

He pursed his lips, his eyelashes fluttered, his fingertips trembled a little, and he went to ask Xue He if he could tell him Chu Tingdong's nearest address.

Then Xue He reluctantly sent him a voice message, saying what do you want to do, brother, you can see him in at most 10 minutes from the dormitory now, and he didn't hide from you.

Zhong Xun eagerly walked outside the school gate again, and the security guards took no surprise at him.

But he lingered until evening and didn't dare to go in.

He hesitated, waited for several days, waited until Chu Tingdong left the school to train again, and waited until he continued to go abroad to compete, but in the end he still didn't dare to meet.

Except for himself, everyone around him was too impatient. Xue He advised him, if you feel that you have done something wrong and make him angry, what is the use of just being sad and thinking about yourself? If you don’t ask, how do you know if he can forgive you?

Song Yijin didn't push him to change his partner, but urged him, "It's really impossible, you can't open your mouth, so I'll tell you for you."

Even his roommate is anxious to get angry when he sees it. Although he doesn't know what happened, but scare him first, and if you hang around for a few years, if he really likes someone else again, don't you regret it?

Zhong Xun was panicked and at a loss, with the baby gorilla in his arms, he woke up in the middle of the night, staring blankly at the mosquito net above his head.

Does he really have a chance?

He lied to others, fearing that Chu Tingdong would no longer believe in his feelings, and would not like him as much as before, and even these were all self-indulgent, maybe Chu Tingdong didn't like him at all.

But when he went to mail the postcard, he squatted on the side of the road stupidly, as if he couldn't bear it anymore, and when he realized it, he had already written the phrase "I love you".

-

When he received the postal text message, he thought he had finally gone crazy, and when he came back to his senses, the phone screen was drenched with tears.

He didn't know how he went to get the letter. He ran out of the classroom after class, his eyes were red and swollen, his hair was messy all the way, and he was shaking all over. He couldn't open the envelope. When he finally tore it open, he saw the inside Also a postcard.

But he didn't know where it was. At an altitude of more than 8000 meters in the summer night, the luminous clouds were slightly magnificent, like cracked ice crevasses on the night dome, and swayed like scales. Fall.

Turning to the back, there are only five words.

——I love you, Ning Cheng.

"Are you insane?" Zhong Xun cursed in a low voice with a hoarse voice, tears finally bursting into tears.

He squatted on the side of the road, clutching the postcard until he broke down crying, only to find that there was still something in the envelope, and he took it out with trembling fingertips. It was a map in English, and circled a point with a red pen.

He stood up abruptly.

Even though he has already sent 130 six postcards to Chu Tingdong, checked countless place names at home and abroad, English and German no matter what language, but he has never seen this one.

I can't understand all of them, only recognize the United States.

He looked it up word by word, his face flushed from crying, the final exam happened to be over yesterday, but there was no holiday yet.

He ran to the office to find a counselor, wanted to leave school early, looked up words while crying on the way, and cursed Chu Tingdong bitterly.

When I arrived at the office, my hair was disheveled, my face was mottled with tears, my eyes were swollen beyond belief, and my voice became hoarse as soon as I opened my mouth, and I was still choking uncontrollably.

The teacher was taken aback by him, thinking that something had happened, so he quickly granted leave, and told him to pay attention to safety on the road.

Zhong Xun held back all the energy and ran back to the dormitory. Before he could breathe calmly, he took out the suitcase and started to pack his things. Before he had time to tidy up, he grabbed everything and stuffed it in messily.

Before his roommates woke up, he had already dragged his suitcase and boarded the taxi he had just called, leaving only a wisp of exhaust fumes.

When he arrived at the airport, he found out that it was Minneapolis, which was more than 1 kilometers away from him across the mountains and across the sea.

Farther than Berlin before.

I haven't found any direct flights in the past few days. I don't know if there are any. There is only one connecting flight to Chicago, and I can leave at about one o'clock in the afternoon.

It was his first time to buy an air ticket, and he didn't know how to buy it. After a long time, he finally bought it. Fortunately, he had applied for a visa and passport before.

Wherever Chu Tingdong competed and stayed for more than half a month, he would apply for a visa once, but in the end he never used it and wasted a lot of money, but he couldn't help but apply for it next time.

He wore a mask to cover his crying face, his eyes were still red, and he sat in the waiting hall with his schoolbag in his arms.

There was still more than an hour to board the plane. He picked up his mobile phone and took a picture of the departure hall. In the morning, the sun passed through the entire hall and fell on the hurried crowd.

Then he sent a circle of friends, saying that I went abroad.

Song Yijin was frightened, it was too sudden, last night he heard from Zhong Xun that he would stay in the studio to help after the holiday, maybe he could only go back to Ningcheng to stay for half a month, but he didn't expect it to be a few hours , was already sitting in the waiting hall.

But he wasn't very surprised what happened to Zhong Xun, so he asked Zhong Xun, how do you feel now?

Zhong Xun raised his eyelashes and queued up behind the boarding crowd, as if he didn't feel anything.

But the closer he was to the boarding gate, the faster his heart beat, and it hurt his chest, as if it would overflow from his throat in the next second.

He bought a ticket by the window, put on his seat belt in a daze after sitting down, and then turned off his cell phone. Including the transit time to Chicago, the whole flight would take at least eighteen hours.

The plane taxied and took off, passing through the thick clouds at an altitude of 3000 meters, and he could no longer see any city in miniature.

He suddenly remembered that he only found out that the city was called Minneapolis, but he didn't know the exact location yet.

I was in such a hurry that I forgot to look up those few words.

He tightly held the postcard and the map that Chu Tingdong sent him, turned and twisted the map countless times, but still couldn't understand it even if he stared at the paper.

Street, house number, he knows nothing.

When he lowered his head, his eye sockets were redder than before. He couldn't help but pinch the mask and lift it up, rubbing the wet and red corners of his eyes. He had been running all the way, and his messy curly hair was soaked with sweat, sticking to his cheeks limply.

He slept all afternoon, and opened his eyelashes slightly in the evening, and the sunset outside the porthole was strong and beautiful.

He lowered his head, and it seemed that he was not flying as high as before. He could see the winding and steep mountains and the indigo sea under the setting sun. He was a little dizzy, and he couldn't help opening his eyes wide.

He had never seen such a magnificent scenery before, and the bewilderment and apprehension he felt after boarding the cabin were all suppressed at this moment.

The heartbeat fell into the chest, and even the cold palm that was covered with a thin layer of sweat gradually warmed up.

Zhong Xun finally felt hungry now, and began to have the strength to eat. He chose grapefruit juice and pasta for the plane meal at night.

After eating, hugging the small blanket given to him by the flight attendant, he nestled in the seat and continued to sleep.

Late at night, at 23:[-] in the morning.

The plane landed in Chicago.

The airport was brightly lit, and people were coming and going, as bright as day.

When he set off, he was surrounded by familiar faces, but now most of the airports are foreigners, with all kinds of skin and eye colors.

He couldn't understand anything, he was at a loss, picked up his schoolbag in a daze, and followed the instructions to transfer planes.

Passing by the covered bridge, he raised his head and glanced at the night. The night was as dark as water, and it was still the crescent moon. He breathed a sigh of relief.

When I got on the plane again, I didn't know if I was seated correctly, and I had to confirm it many times before I felt a little relieved.

He was still sitting near the porthole, and the plane was approaching the runway again, but he couldn't fall asleep, hugging the blanket, staring at the night outside the porthole without blinking his eyelashes.

Finally arrived at the airport in Minneapolis, his bones were weak from sitting, he dragged his suitcase and squatted outside the airport to search. After finding out the specific street and location, he raised his head in a daze to hail a taxi.

Minneapolis seems to have just had a rain, and the early morning air can smell a little damp.

-

On the day of leaving Ningcheng, Chu Tingdong stayed at the station for a long time, the tattoo on his wrist was rubbed until it became hot, and even his Adam's apple rolled very hard, and then he checked the ticket and entered the station.

The treatment in Berlin went more smoothly than expected.

The only tricky thing is that he has had an ankle injury for more than two years.

In re-operation, the area of ​​trauma is relatively large, the postoperative recovery is more difficult, and the time required for rehabilitation is also longer.

Chu Henglin wanted to accompany him to Germany for treatment, but he refused. He only left one nurse. On the day of the operation, the coach was still leading the team in China. It was a competition for the youth group. Xue He had already entered the adult group. I didn't go there the first time, and came to accompany him for the operation.

The effect of the anesthesia at night has passed, and after the pain pump was put on, Xue He was playing with his mobile phone next to him, and suddenly said, "Your brother is looking for me."

Chu Tingdong's lips were still pale, his brows were slightly frowned, and he silently reached out to him.

Xue He sighed and handed him the phone.

Zhong Xun was still typing over there. After five or six minutes of typing, he didn't utter a word. There was only a cautious and lonely period on the screen, which looked inexplicably pitiful.

Chu Tingdong stood up, his ankles were numb with pain, he almost lost consciousness, his waist and abdomen were covered with cold sweat.

His eye sockets were sunken, and the outline of his side face became clearer and sharper. His eyes fell on the screen, and he couldn't help rubbing his fingertips.

After waiting for a few minutes, Zhong Xun didn't say anything, so he asked him first: "What's wrong."

Zhong Xun told him awkwardly that he had sent the wrong message.

Strangely, Chu Tingdong asked him to take a photo of that problem and send it to himself. When Zhong Xunzhen took a photo and sent it, even though it was very ordinary, there was no angle, just a photo of a math problem.

But Chu Tingdong still felt sore in his heart.

The camera shakes slightly, and a corner of the photo is blurred. He feels that Zhong Xun is about to cry.

In fact, the penultimate question was already very difficult, so forget it if you don’t know it, and I don’t want him to cry because of it.

Reaching out for a piece of medical record paper that he didn't need, he lowered his eyes. After the operation, his fingertips still had no strength, so he wrote for several minutes before completing the steps of the whole question.

But even if it is so complete, even if the calculation process is written out, Zhong Xun should still not be able to understand it.

He couldn't help but tell him that it didn't matter if he didn't.

Three days before the college entrance examination, he hadn't recovered well. In fact, he couldn't be discharged from the hospital, but he went back to the country for the college entrance examination. He was not in Ningcheng for the exam, so he went to ask Song Yiling if he could pick up Zhong Xun.

Song Yiling sent him a message back, saying don't worry, he was going there.

When the results of the college entrance examination came out, Chu Tingdong didn't ask anyone about Zhong Xun's score. He reported to the school, and after waiting for nearly a month, he went to see the admission list of the whole class that Xu Chunhong posted in the group.

What Zhong Xun filled in was the Communication University.

He finished his treatment, experienced a long rehabilitation, and returned to the game.

In the first game after his comeback, in China, he wore the pair of skates that Zhong Xun gave him.

Every time he sees the ice rink, he can't help but think of Zhong Xun, and think of his clumsy and untalented ice jumping.

Thinking back to that summer night a year ago, in Ningcheng's dusty small ice rink, when he saw Zhong Xun jumping up on his skates.

After he was injured, the ice rink that he felt familiar for the first time seemed to be back, and it was a shining place.

He waited for Zhong Xun's postcard with anticipation that he didn't want to admit. He felt hot when he touched it. He couldn't figure out why some people love and hate so straightforwardly.

In fact, Zhong Xun doesn't play tricks on him every time he sends a postcard, or writes a sour love letter. He often starts to scold him in the middle of writing.

Either call him a fool, or call him a dog.

After scolding, I was quite wronged.

On the same day that the first snow fell in Ningcheng last year, Chu Tingdong had already started to resume training with the national team.

In the evening, he received the courier, and a brother in the team stopped by to help him pick it up.

He was drenched in sweat, and before he could change his skates, he sat next to the ice rink and unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, raised his head and took a sip, reached out to take the envelope, and opened it along the sideline.

All the brothers and sisters beside them were still hooking their shoulders. After the training, they gathered together to chat and laugh.

Chu Tingdong took out the postcard, turned it over, his eyes were as cold as ever, he only glanced at it briefly, then stood up abruptly, his ears were red, almost bursting the bottle.

It was rare for him to move a little too much, and the people next to him all turned their heads to look at him in astonishment.

"Uh..." Chu Tingdong's Adam's apple rolled, and he sat down again. He lowered his eyelashes, covering the emotions in his pupils.

After reading the dirty jokes written by Zhong Xun, I saw that Zhong Xun was deliberately angry and said that he wanted to find someone else to sleep with.

When he saw the last sentence again, he was also very sad to say that he was so angry, he turned his head and sneered lowly when he was so angry.

His expression was unpredictable, and it was rare to see him with such obvious emotions. The rest of the people were confused, curious and afraid to ask, only Xue He knew that it was from Zhong Xun again.

Chu Tingdong didn't know how to face Zhong Xun. He was indeed deceived by Zhong Xun. His parents, family, and old cases, he paved the way for him in every case, and tried to make up for every hidden danger.

Zhong Xun, on the other hand, secretly pushes to come out of the closet, wishing his relationship would be ruined on the spot.

But when Zhong Xun was a little more obedient, his heart softened, and there was nothing he could do with such a fool.

He sent a map of Minneapolis to Zhong Xun, and he couldn't restrain the hatred in his heart. He deliberately wanted to embarrass him, so he sent the full English version, but he was afraid that he would not understand it, so he deliberately sent it to Zhong Xun. All prominent signs are circled.

Then he checked every flight, the white pigeons flew by every evening outside the window, he didn't know which day Zhong Xun would come.

Maybe not.

He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep even if he wanted to, and forced himself not to think about it, but he couldn't help but think that the North Pole was impossible to go to, and neither could Africa for the time being.

But at least he was able to take Zhong Xun to see the waterfall in Minneapolis. It was the day he took the postcard he sent to Zhong Xun. When he flipped forward with his fingertips, he found the photo he took for Zhong Xun on the bus. In that photo, Zhong Xun was leaning on his shoulder and hugging his arm, his eyelids were flushed from sleep, and his lips were a little pouty.

At that time, he thought in his heart that if he wanted to see him, it would be nice if he could see him all the time.

He participated in a figure skating exhibition competition in Minneapolis, and had to close training for the whole summer vacation, for the next heavyweight World Figure Skating Grand Prix.

If he wanted to meet Zhong Xun, he would have to wait until the start of school in August at the earliest. He didn't want to admit it, but he really couldn't wait. He couldn't leave Minneapolis in a short time, so he had to let Zhong Xun come to find him. Before, I still had time to take him abroad to play.

But this is just his wishful thinking, according to his mother's words, a very worthless idea.

Chu Tingdong may not be able to post a Moments all year round, but Zhong Xun can post a dozen in a day.

Of course you have to send it when you go abroad for the first time.

Chu Tingdong saw his ticket time and went to search for that flight. Zhong Xun rushed to buy the ticket immediately after receiving his postcard. Shen Hei, who rarely cursed in a low voice, clicked on the familiar portrait of a puppy, and sent a message without hesitation:

[Don't run around when you arrive at the airport, wait for me to pick you up. 】

Who would have thought that the chat box froze for a moment, turned a red circle, and failed to send it out.

He frowned and sent a few more, finally convinced that he had never deleted or unblocked Zhong Xun's contact information, but Zhong Xun actually blocked him first.

He made a few more phone calls, but couldn't get through, and was also blocked.

In fact, Zhong Xun blocked Chu Tingdong a long time ago. He was afraid that Chu Tingdong would be upset, so he refused to send postcards.

Chu Tingdong couldn't imagine how someone could still give him a headache after more than 1 kilometers of anger. He went to Xue He to help contact Zhong Xun, but Zhong Xun had already boarded the plane.

Chu Tingdong hasn't slept since that flight took off.

When it was time to turn around in the middle of the night, Zhong Xun was sleepy and tired, and he was confused by the crowds in foreign countries with different eyes, and he didn't pay much attention to who sent him a message.

When he arrived at the airport in Minneapolis, he discovered that several people from Chu Tingdong sent him messages.

He lowered his eyelashes and clutched the phone in a daze, his eyes turned red inch by inch, but he stubbornly refused, he came to Chu Tingdong to apologize, if he found it, would he be able to forgive him?

Chu Tingdong didn't wait for him at the airport exit, fearing that he had already left, so he had to go back to the apartment and wait.

No matter how slow it is to take a taxi from the airport to the apartment, it would take less than an hour, but Zhong Xun's flight landed at [-]:[-] a.m., and nearly three hours have passed, and no one has yet appeared.

Chu Tingdong's expression became more and more serious as he waited. He went to look out the street from the bay window on the second floor of the apartment, and if he didn't see anyone for another half an hour, he wanted to call the police.

My heart beats uncomfortably.

He lowered his eyes and couldn't help but sent another message, but he still couldn't send it. When he raised his head inadvertently, his eyes suddenly froze.

-

The sky was blue and cloudless, as clear as glass.

Zhong Xun's eyes were wet, his coat was thin, and his sneakers were so dirty that he was standing on the street in a foreign country. The group of white pigeons around him were startled, and they took off in a rush. He could not understand the language in his ears. After repeatedly confirming the address in his hand, it took all the courage in his life before he stepped forward and pressed the doorbell.

The next moment, she was hugged tightly and fell into a familiar embrace.

The author says:

Not completely reconciled, but soon, hehe.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!