Qingyang as promised

Chapter 12

The spring of 2007 in Feng Yan's memory faded, the sun was too strong at noon, like an old photo that was overexposed.Standing on the bus, holding the handrail, he stared blankly at Yuxi Primary School, three milk tea shops, a flower shop, and the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China at the intersection.Then the car turned onto Fanhua Road, at the intersection, fruit vendors squatted in groups of three or four playing cards by the side of the road, a thin layer of dust floated on the transparent glass doors of fast food restaurants and clothing stores, Feng Yan knew that the waiters inside must be bored is yawning.The car continued to drive, and then passed the medium-sized convenience store and barber shop. When they arrived, Feng Yan stared at the bookstore outside the window. The iron gate was closed. The white A4 paper was crumbling by the wind.The world is back to white again, and the white has no focus and no memory.

did not come back.Feng Yan thought silently.Then look away, close your eyes, and concentrate on listening to the English words in the earphones.

"Feng Yan, I'm going to Guangxi with my friends for a few days, take good care of yourself these few days."

"Feng Yan, my brother gets married tomorrow, and I have to go home for a few days."

"Feng Yan, a friend suddenly called and is planning to go to Mount Tai to play for a few days. The relationship is relatively good. I can't push it away. Study hard and take care of your body."

"Feng Yan..."

"I'm going……"

"take care of yourself……"

"Heh, my mother tried to confess once, and I scared you to run around the world, Ye Qingyuan, you are really capable." I forgot how many times Ye Qingyuan came to say hello before going out, forgot what kind of excuse, forgot He had to go for a few days, Feng Yan looked at Ye Qingyuan's dodging gaze, and various emotions of grievance, anger, and sadness were intertwined, adrenal hormones were secreted, the brain short-circuited, and he blurted out.

"What are you talking about, I really want to go out, don't think about it, go read a book", Ye Qingyuan hurriedly pulled up the suitcase, looked at the watch, "The car is about to leave, I'm leaving, goodbye." Then he turned around and hurriedly His footsteps were like stepping on Feng Yan's heart.Feng Yan remembered it clearly, after he watched Ye Qingyuan walk out of the alley, until he got on the bus, Ye Qingyuan didn't look back once.

Then didn't come back.

until now.

3 天

a week

Half a month

Missing is as dense as duckweed attached to the river.A large area, one layer after another, densely covered the entire outer wall of the atrium, almost suffocating.

Feng Yan looked at the red calendar in his hand, there are still... 23 days left before the two days circled in red

No, 22 days.Then draw a cross on "15".

Ye Qingyuan, you probably won't come back.

The night sky in early summer is full of stars.There is a faint fragrance of gardenias in the air.The landlady, Mrs. Zheng, waved a cattail leaf fan and held a rice bowl, and tremblingly called her grandson to eat in the three-row bungalow, while the latter was lying on the ground playing billiards with a few playmates at the end of the alley.The uncle who repaired the car squatted in front of his house and struggled with the firewood for the stove. The wood was dry and smoky because of the damp, and puffs of blue-white smoke came out of the stove mouth, making people cough. "I told him, Brother Wang, please turn on the stove and go away, I can't even eat here." Aunt Zhang walked out of the house with a plate of mushrooms and fried vegetables, and the smoke was unbearable.A plate of fried peanuts, a plate of shredded ham and potatoes, and two bottles of Tsingtao beer are already placed on the bamboo table at the door. "I'm sorry, it will be fine soon, it will be fine soon." Uncle Wang agreed vaguely, and moved the stove to a small corner where no one was around.From time to time, at the entrance of the alley, two or three off-duty workers came in pushing their bicycles, and there were children playing wildly on the side of the road and refusing to go home.Footsteps, conversations, laughter, bicycle bells, the alley that had been silent for a day came alive.

Feng Yan stood on the balcony on the third floor, leaning over the railing and looking coldly at everything under his feet.I am the loneliest person on this late spring night.he thinks.The white cat on the opposite roof flashed past, like a knight flying over the roof.

Feng Yan turned around and went back to his room, the Chinese and English test papers spread out on the table hadn't been done yet.

"Xiaoye, you're back, I haven't seen you for a while, where have you been?"

The hand pulling the doorknob stopped, Feng Yan turned around, lowered his head, and saw Ye Qingyuan standing under the Qionghua tree three meters away in a relaxed manner.

"Aunt Zhang, I'm going to Beijing for some errands. No, I just came back." Ye Qingyuan greeted the neighbors with a smile, and finally looked up at Feng Yan upstairs.

The two of them just went upstairs and downstairs, looking into each other's eyes.Ye Qingyuan saw Feng Yan under the starry sky with straight eyebrows and shiny black pupils; Feng Yan looked at Ye Qingyuan under the Qionghua tree with a tired expression, but clear eyes, small white Qionghuas fluttered down and landed on the leaves. On Qingyuan's jet-black hair, shoulders, backpack, and feet.Ye Qingyuan moved his lips, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say it after all.Feng Yan just kept silent, looked at him, looked at him for as long as a century, then turned around, opened the door, entered the room, and closed the door.