Strangers Ten Years Later

In Beijing, which is [-] kilometers away from Shanghai, there are also people who stay up all night.

"I changed the renter a long time ago? How is that possible! Didn't Lin Jin fucking live here for six or seven years? How could he change places?!"

"It's been several months? Why hasn't anyone told me?"

"When did you resign? Why didn't the people in the company stop you?! Come on, don't give me a fuck, go and find out where the other person went. If you can't find it, don't think about it. !"

Ye Ziyuan hung up the phone with a "snap", and in anger, kicked the head of the bed fiercely, and then swept all the things around to the ground, his eyes were red, as if he had stayed up too long.

Things smashed all over the ground, but still couldn't solve the hatred in his heart, Ye Ziyuan's whole body was like a suffocated urn, about to explode.

Finally, the door suddenly slammed softly and was pushed open, Ye Ziyuan turned his head abruptly: "Any news?!"

"It's me." Ji Cheng stood at the door, half leaning against the wall, looking at him quietly.

Ye Ziyuan cursed secretly, sat down on the bed, the veins on the back of the hand clutching the phone bulged, looking extremely hideous.

Ji Cheng folded his arms around his chest, and said coolly, "What are you so anxious about? He is such a big living person, could something happen to him?"

Ye Ziyuan's expression was uneasy: "Lin Jin's hard-headed man, once he is convinced of one thing, he will never let go. When he becomes ruthless and stubborn, he can provoke anyone, and it is not impossible to provoke himself!"

After a pause, Ye Ziyuan took a deep breath, and forced a smile at Ji Cheng: "Okay, I can handle his affairs by myself, you don't have to worry, go and rest."

"Who said I was worried?" Ji Cheng sneered abruptly, and said, "Ye Ziyuan, you don't really think that I will believe that you and Lin Jin are just good brothers, do you? Do you think I don't know that you chased me back then?" It's time to get out of bed with him. And give me medicine..."

Ye Ziyuan's face changed slightly: "How do you know?"

"Do you really think I'm stupid?" Ji Cheng looked at him deeply, taking him into his heart, "You like him——no, you love him, right?"

Ye Ziyuan jumped up suddenly: "What are you kidding? I will like him?!"

"Ye Ziyuan," Ji Cheng's tense face suddenly became tired, he looked at him deeply, and suddenly asked, "There is a sentence that I have always wanted to ask you. Back then, when I was in college , there are always people who think that Lin Jin and I are alike, have you ever felt that way?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ye Ziyuan was anxious and angry, forced to clarify his explanation, "I'm just worried that he will die! Being said by our group of people in person, and hearing that kind of misunderstanding, can I understand? Why don't you find him out and clarify for me?..."

Ji Cheng looked at him, the expression on his face gradually faded, and finally he twitched the corners of his mouth, and nodded almost indifferently: "I see."

Then turn around and leave.

Ye Ziyuan kicked the door hard, and the door bounced back several times before it closed with a "bang".

Ye Ziyuan sullenly said, "I like him, how is it possible?!"

Lin Jin found out that there was a room for rent in another house in that neighborhood, so he rented it out without saying a word.

There are very few things, so there is no need to move a lot. Just start shopping after moving in. Lin Jin doesn't have the heart to arrange it properly, but just wants to make do with it.

He doesn't have the strength he used to have. He has to arrange everything well and pay attention to delicacy. Now he can make do with everything.

Although Lin Jin would not go back to Ye Ziyuan again because of nausea and anxiety, Ye Ziyuan's influence on him was obvious, and he became able to make do with anything.

After everything was ready, Lin Jin began to distribute his resume widely. Because of his previous experience in Beijing, he received a lot of news asking him to go for an interview, but he gradually got on the right track.

Lin Jin also met Yu Yan and learned that he also planned to stay in Shanghai.

Lin Jin was a little curious: "Why do you suddenly want to stay in Shanghai?"

Yu Yan wiped the chocolate from the corner of Tong Tong's mouth, and said, "I'm originally from Shanghai, but I went to Beijing for Tong Tong's father. Now that there are no people or things I miss in Beijing, I might as well come back. It’s better to stay in your own place.”

Lin Jin was slightly taken aback, but he didn't expect that the other party had the same experience as him.

Even Lin Jin himself refused to mention that memory, so of course he would not ask Yu Yan what was going on without knowing what was going on. He just smiled and said, "Yes, Shanghai is very good."

Instead, Yu Yan opened his mouth and said, "I was originally a reporter, and I was running everywhere. Now I plan to rest in Shanghai for a year or so, so let's take one step at a time. I was thinking about it for her father. A husband and a child, but I never thought that he would actually... During that time, the sky was really dark, but after it passed, I calmed down, and life must go on, no matter whether it is good or not, we must live."

Lin Jin looked at her fixedly.

Yu Yan blinked at him and said, "This sentence is to comfort myself, and it is also a piece of advice for you."

It turned out that he could also see what he got but didn't ask for, and his frustration and pain.

Lin Jin smiled faintly: "Thank you."

After Lin Jin bid farewell to the two, he planned to go straight home, but after hearing Yu Yan's words, he turned a corner at the entrance of the community and entered the supermarket.

Yu Yan is right, life has to go on, no matter whether life is good or bad, you have to live.

In this world, nothing is more important than life and death, Yu Yan can even pass the test of life and death, and he is just a crush that has been in love for more than ten years without a problem, so what's the big deal?

One day it will heal and become a scar. It only hurts when I think about it, but it won't be hard to let go.

Lin Jin bought some daily necessities, as well as a few plates and dishes, and put away the ingredients that he would use on weekdays and put them away for a long time. He even ordered a treadmill when passing by the electrical appliance store.

The sun has gone down, and the lights of thousands of families are competing to set up. Although his house still does not have his lamp, he will not be homeless.

This is already good.

At the end of July, Lin Jin started to work, starting from scratch.He casually called Dr. Liu and asked him to help him list his house in Beijing, sell it as soon as possible, and the price can be lower.

He really didn't want to have anything to do with Beijing.

Doctor Liu sighed, and finally said: "He..." After a pause, he pointed more clearly, "Ye Ziyuan, I've been looking for you all this time."

Lin Jin smiled faintly: "Wish him a happy wedding for me."

Dr. Liu choked for breath, and suddenly his eyes were sour, and tears almost fell down.

Lin Jin calmly changed the topic: "Doctor Liu, your due date is coming soon, right? I guess I won't be able to come, but when you have the full moon wine, you must tell me and I will give you a big red envelope."

Dr. Liu didn't say anything more, he just said, "Yes, I see."

Hanging up the phone, Lin Jin looked out the window. The city of Shanghai, when sitting in the office and looking out, seemed not much different from Beijing. They were all skyscrapers, row upon row, rising steadily, heavy traffic, and people coming and going .

Perhaps, every city has such a scenery, which makes people tired to look at.

Lin Jin often went to visit his mother in the cemetery, and put a touch of red roses for her.

My mother has never received red roses a few times in her life, but she loves red roses the most. When they were still living in the villa, my mother had no shortage of food and clothing, but she always went to the flower shop to pick up the wilted ones. I bought back the lost rose, saying that someone must appreciate this incomplete beauty.

When Lin Jin was young, he often thought that if he grew up, he would give the other party a touch of delicate red roses with his own hands, but he didn't want to have such an opportunity again.

Nothing in the world matters except life and death.

Slowly, Lin Jin also thought it through. In fact, when father and mother took the last step, mother was not completely at fault. She was a leader, domineering, and possessive. She had to report all the phone calls, but Su Hua's mother was a soft and gentle Jiangnan woman, with two dimples on her lips when she laughed, but her father followed suit.

The only fault of my father was that he shouldn't have crossed the bottom line of cheating.

At the beginning of August, Lin Jin had to go to the hospital to hang a bottle because of a flu infection and a severe fever, but the person who came to bring him food was actually Su Hua.

Lin Jin asked him to put down the rice, and frowned at him: "How do you know I'm here?"

Su Hua cleared her throat, and said awkwardly, "I don't know, he knows."

Lin Jin knew who Su Hua was referring to.

He looked at the food in the thermos in a daze for a while, and suddenly felt something pent up in his heart dissipated. He sighed, and looked at Su Hua: "Which room does he live in?"

This is Lin Jin's compromise to a dying man.

He won't forgive him, not until he dies.

His sad past can't be disintegrated by "I'm going to die", but to spare some kindness is the greatest kindness Lin Jin can do.

So he chose to take a look at the man.

The advanced ward was very quiet. The man was lying alone on the hospital bed, his head tilted slightly, as if he was asleep, and the ventilator was still hanging on his face. The white mist shrouded it, blurring his face.

Lin Jin's memory of his face still stays in a long time ago. Since he visited him several times and was beaten away by his mother with a broom, he never came again.

Su Hua patted him on the shoulder, motioning for him to follow.

The door was just pushed open.

The man seemed to have noticed something, his half-closed eyes opened slightly, and he stared blankly at Lin Jin, as if he was reacting.

The hot wind outside the window took away the sound of cicadas, as if returning to the summer many years ago. The fresh earthy smell in the yard is a new smell that has just been turned over. The piano sound in the living room is gurgling and moving, flowing into people's hearts.

The man stretched out his hand, as if returning to the light, and shouted: "Xiaojin..."

Lin Jin sat down by the bed silently, looking at his already aging face, for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

There have been too many years between them, and it is not the kind of father-son relationship that can be talked about, and he has always been taciturn and not good at words. All he can do is keep silent.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, there was a long silence.