Seagull

Zhang Lan woke up again on Chang Ze's bed. When he opened his eyes, he saw Chang Ze sitting on the edge of the bed staring at him.

Zhang Lan was puzzled, touched his face, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chang Ze was unmoved, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that you are so beautiful that I can't look away."

Zhang Lan: "..." Got up to wash up.

Chang Ze followed behind and asked, "Do you have a headache?"

Zhang Lan shook his head.

"That's good." Chang Ze asked again, "Are you free today?"

Zhang Lan: "What's the matter?"

Chang Ze smiled, put one hand in front of the door, blocked the exit, and said, "If you have time, I will take you on a day trip to the boudoir."

Zhang Lan paused: "My mother's?"

Chang Ze nodded: "Well, are you interested?"

Zhang Lan hesitated: "Yes. But..." Even though he had already met Lin Fei and experienced it once, his mother's parents were different after all. Zhang Lan couldn't help feeling weak when he thought of meeting them.

Chang Ze took out a key and said, "Don't be afraid, I deliberately picked a day when my uncle and aunt are not around. It's just the two of us. I'm your only tour guide for the whole journey today."

Zhang Lan: "Where did you get the key?"

Chang Ze: "Brother Nan gave it to me this morning. He is busy today, so I have to take you there."

There is no risk, and you can enjoy the scenery you want to see. It makes no sense not to go on this one-day trip.

After a little tidying up, the two set off.Chang Ze is very conscientious. As soon as he is on the road, he starts to talk about where Sister Jiajia’s house is located, how the whole building is like, when he started to live in it, what are the landmark buildings near it, what road sections will be passed from Chang Ze’s house, and Zhang Lan’s house. What is the route from my school? I listed 3 or 4 routes in a row...

Chang Ze said that he was still proud, but he had already reached his destination.He was about to go up to open the door when Zhang Lan grabbed his arm.

Chang Ze: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Lan looked at the closed door, and looked at Chang Ze suspiciously: "Is there really no one?"

"There's really no one, don't worry." Chang Ze reassured, pointed to the building on the right, and said, "If you're afraid, you don't have to go in. My house is next door, and my parents are there. Why don't you go today?" see you?"

Zhang Lan: "..." With a contrasting choice, it is obviously better to go to my mother.Zhang Lan exhaled, and followed up with "awe-inspiring righteousness".

Chang Ze opened the door, led the way in front, introduced the layout of the house to him as he walked, and occasionally told him a few short stories with reservations.Finally, Chang Ze explained to Sister Jiajia's room.He pressed the handle, pushed the door carefully, motioned for Zhang Lan to go in, he followed, and then slowly closed the door.

Standing by the door, Chang Ze looked at Zhang Lan curiously looking around, stretched out his hand to touch but retracted it as if afraid of "electric shock", he had never seen Zhang Lan with such a cautious look.

Chang Ze: "This is Sister Jiajia's room. How about it? It's not badly preserved."

"kindness."

None of the furniture was new, but it was spotless.The whole room looks elegant and comfortable. A bed, a wardrobe, a wooden table, and a dressing table have basically enriched the whole room.There are still Chen Jia's clothes in the cabinet, and all kinds of books, notebooks and some gadgets are neatly placed on the table.It looks like the original owner never left.

Zhang Lan has so much he wants to know and see, but his eyes are dazzled for a while, and he doesn't know which one to look at.

Chang Ze took his hand, came to the desk, introduced while pointing: "These books are sister Jia Jia's favorite to read, those are the ones she just bought and haven't had time to read."

Zhang Lan listened carefully.

Chang Ze took out a thick notebook, feeling a little nostalgic, and said: "Sister Jiajia has the habit of keeping a diary, and this book is her diary. Sometimes I read a good book to read my thoughts, and sometimes I encounter something happy. It's over, sometimes when she encounters sad things, she will write them down. The last time she wrote it was Brother Nan's birthday was coming, and she wanted to buy him a gift..."

Zhang Lan: "Have you seen it all?"

Chang Ze showed a smirk as if he had done something bad and didn't get caught by his parents: "Except for the last time, the previous ones were all secretly watched when I was a child. You are not allowed to tell your mother."

Zhang Lan: "..."

Chang Ze picked up the toy piano again and said, "Sister Jiajia bought it after she won a prize in the piano competition. The three of us have one for each of us. Sister Jiajia plays really well."

Zhang Lan took it and stroked it gently: "I know, mom played it before." It's just that he didn't play it much, and he listened to it only a handful of times.

Chang Ze opened the drawer, took out this photo album, and the two of them sat on the ground and flipped through the photos.In the photo album, there are Chen Jia alone, some of his family, and often Chang Ze in the mirror.They turned over slowly, savoring each one carefully, and thoroughly studied the expressions and movements of the characters.

Chang Ze thought of the little Zhang Lan he saw at Zhang Lan's house, and sighed: "A Lan, your mother has been a beauty since she was a child, and you are the same. You looked like me when you were young."

Zhang Lan: "...I know."

They have already turned to Chen Jia's university period. It was a group photo, everyone was holding a book, and there was joy everywhere.

Zhang Lan: "What club does Mom join?"

Chang Ze said: "Yes, she participated in the reading club. She likes reading, and she is very happy to have such a group of like-minded people. Come back and talk to us several times."

Zhang Lan: "Reading club?"

Chang Ze thought of something, and said with a smile: "Yes. Every week they will choose a day to share their works with others. Sister Jiajia is afraid that she will not speak well, so every time it is her turn, she will be at home in advance Practice. Brother Nan and I are her audience. Sometimes I have to listen to her repeating it many times. I think I will recite it. Sister Jiajia is not satisfied. And we can’t desert. When we move, her mind will be deviated , I have to start from the beginning again. Brother Nan and I hated this reading club the most at that time."

Zhang Lan couldn't help laughing when she thought of that scene, but she didn't expect her mother to have such a cute side.He looked at the laughing mother in the photo and felt that he knew her again.In the village, mothers can also laugh, but there are always many emotions mixed in, unlike in this photo, which is truly pure and joyously smiling...

Chang Ze interrupted Zhang Lan's thoughts and said, "I remember the most profound time when she was going to introduce Chekhov's "The Seagull."

Zhang Lan: "Why?"

Chang Ze was a little embarrassed, and said, "Because Sister Jiajia said it many times, I didn't understand what it meant. I didn't understand what the hero wanted, and why the heroine died... I only remembered a story in it. "

"what story?"

"The writer said that a person who has nothing to do can ruin a happy and free girl, just like that seagull." Chang Ze joked: "That seagull is much more miserable than yours."

Zhang Lan ignored it and looked at the photo carefully.Chang Ze lowered his head resentfully, and followed him to watch.In the past, she only paid attention to Sister Jiajia, but today he took a look at the people around Sister Jiajia, and he was shocked.He picked up the photo album, carefully discerned it closely, pulled out the photos in disbelief, compared them, and double-checked.