Northern Province, City C.

It was the hottest weather in August.

The temperature hovers around 38°C every day, and the straight asphalt road seems to be melted by the scorching sun, and the soles of your shoes stick to your shoes when you step on them. There is no wind, in fact, it is better to have no wind than to have it, and fashionable girls hurriedly walk through the streets, and colorful dresses do not arouse the desire to take a second look.

It's too hot, Guo Yang sat quietly in the office of the domestic newsroom of the Northern Morning News, blowing an electric fan, listening to the lecture of Sun someone, the short and fat deputy editor-in-chief in charge of the short and fat in front of him, but a sentence that was depressed to the bone marrow and incompatible with the current scene echoed in his ears for a long time -

"In 2017, at the moment when the paper media is declining, those who are transformed can live a few more days, and those who can't turn the corner are dying. ”

Guo Yang's face was complicated with a hint of weirdness, in fact, he hadn't turned a corner for a long time. From the moment Sun barged into the office and lashed out and chattered, his entire brain and soul state was in a state of blank shock that is difficult to describe in words.

How many years have passed, he has long wanted to clean up this dead fat man, but the years are not forgiving, and by the time Guo Yang became the editor-in-chief of the Northern Morning News, the fat man had already retired and went home to tease his grandson, and he was not given a chance at all.

The female editor Lin Meimei with big wavy curly hair on the opposite side - that's right, it's called Lin Meimei. The crux of the problem is that she has long since changed from the sentimental Sister Lin to the emotionally impermanent Aunt Lin, who was still complaining about the end of the paper media in front of Guo Yang a moment ago, swearing to resign and leave, and go to the sea to rejuvenate the second spring, but now why is she still pretending to listen carefully with her eyebrows lowered?

It's too good to pretend, but when the pretending × in his impression suddenly evolved into the pretending to be tender in his memory, Guo Yang was still difficult to accept for a while.

Time is really a pig-killing knife. If Guo Yang and Lin Meimei were not colleagues for more than ten years, and it would not be a day and a half to sit in the same office and quarrel, it would be really difficult to overlap the figure of the heavy makeup and the thickness of the waist like a bucket and the unbearable figure with the light sweeping moth eyebrows that are now within reach of the field of vision.

And back-to-back glasses. Leaning on his shoulders on a shabby beige desk pressed against a glass plate, he seemed respectful, but in fact ignored Humpty Dumpty's words. Guo Yang swept over at the first glance, and the biggest question was when did this guy's baldness become black and oily? At this time, he suddenly remembered that it seemed that in the early days when he first came to work at the morning newspaper, Zhang was still wearing a mysterious wig with glasses. As for why he didn't wear it later, he didn't pay much attention to it.

There were many figures in front of him, Sun Fatzi spat and stars splashed everywhere, Guo Yang raised his head, his eyes flashed. He has determined that this is basically the same as Charlotte's troubled movie montage, but he is not the protagonist of the frustrated and decadent time-traveling drama who made a big fuss about his ex-girlfriend's wedding scene and fell on the toilet to eat and wait for death, but a successful person who stands at the top of the industry, which one is this?

Temporal distortion, parallel universes, or both?

……

A slim figure suddenly appeared at the door of the office, silently.

Sun Fatzi immediately stopped talking, and his eyes were clearly a little straight.

Despite the psychological and ideological preparation for a long time, Guo Yang still felt as if someone had cut a hole with a knife in his heart, and he didn't know what color of blood was flowing silently. But he was immediately ecstatic again.

The emotion suddenly got out of control, and the enamel teacup that had just been picked up in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the side engraved with a red heart towards the sun rolled under Lin Meimei's table, splashing everywhere.

Lin Meimei and Glasses Zhang both turned their heads to stare at Guo Yang in surprise.

Zhou Bing stood at the door alive, looking at Guo Yang silently and not speaking.

Guo Yang couldn't help but stand up to meet him.

It's still the waist that is slender, and the thin shoulders outline the elegant arc. The graceful figure is hidden under the loose white T-shirt + denim sunny, the long black hair is casually tucked behind the head, and it is ended into two layers by a pink butterfly, casual, natural and tranquil, just like the light breeze of the clouds over the mountain spring.

On the delicate face that is a little tired, those big watery eyes still have the magic to make Guo Yang's heart palpitate. She looked at Guo Yang who was gradually coming over with affection, her ethereal and elegant temperament has not changed, but she can't deny that there is still a hint of capitalism. It should be said that the Americans still deeply influenced her. This is the key to her not being reconciled and mustering up the courage to return again.

Saying that it has changed, it has all changed, and it has not changed, but in fact, nothing has changed.

She stood there like a beautiful statue, neither advancing nor retreating.

Guo Yang walked closer, and the two stood facing each other, silent.

Although there were no tears in each other's eyes, they were still speechless and choked - for Zhou Bing, although this year's parting was not too long, the unforgettable pain and longing in her heart made her spend her days on the other side of the ocean, and for Guo Yang, this is the eternal secret of a lifetime, so that his life and life will forever lose its dazzling color.

The two of them left the office together and turned downstairs, walking together through the long, slightly eerie four-story corridor, neither of them speaking, but with a sweet smile from the bottom of their hearts.

Walking out of the shadow of the office building, suddenly in the bright sun, as if jumping into a high-temperature stove, the two couldn't help but sigh and complain at the same time.

"This hellish weather is really hot, Yangyang, when did our place become so hot?" this was Zhou Bing's first sentence.

"It's hot. This is also Guo Yang's first sentence after confirming that he was inexplicable but really reborn back nearly twenty years ago.

It can be regarded as a veteran media man and a legendary newspaper tycoon who died suddenly of overwork in a job that loves the party, the country and the country.

"Why is it so hot?" Zhou Bing said again.

"How do I know? ”

The two couldn't help but laugh at the same time again. They glanced at each other and continued to walk forward, walking under the scorching sun and in the overwhelming steamer, but they couldn't find the bitter feeling of the camel Shoko's sweat.

Everywhere there was a dazzling white light, which made people dizzy. The road was deserted, and the occasional car speeding by on the wide road disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Yangyang, if we continue like this, we have to roast it. ”

Zhou Bing stood under a French plane tree on the sidewalk, stopped, and tucked his hand into the pocket of his loose suspender jeans, a gentle smile floating on his delicate face.

This is Guo Yang's incomparably familiar smile.

Guo Yang raised his face and looked a little intoxicated.

Zhou Bing's hands swayed back and forth in his pockets, stomped his feet and said coquettishly, "Did you hear me?"

Guo Yang smiled: "Listen, but it's best to bake it, you eat me, I'll eat you again, we don't have to separate anymore." ”

"Poor mouth!" Zhou Bing pouted.

Guo Yang hesitated, but still reached over and tried to grab her little hand, Zhou Bing was stunned and subconsciously broke free. Guo Yang didn't give up, he went to catch it again, but Zhou Bing still broke free again.

"Yangyang, we've been breaking up for a year. Moreover, it was you who resolutely proposed to break up in the first place. Zhou Bing said quietly.

"I ...... Know. ”

"Now that you know...... What else do you want to do?"

"I ...... I don't know. ”

Zhou Bing was stunned when he heard this.

She took out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat, and slowly raised her hand to Guo Yang. Guo Yang grabbed her little hand, shook it heavily, and then subconsciously moved skillfully to gently run the nail of her thumb over the soft skin of her little hand.

Her hands trembled suddenly, her body shook, her entire shoulders trembled slightly, and tears filled her eyes in an instant.

Familiar small movements, the warm current of happiness rippled throughout her body. She seemed to have returned to a year ago, back to the two of them wandering side by side on the university campus on the shore of Swallow Lake, in the purple bamboo forest, listening to the waves, and back to every sweet day and night.

"Yangyang, you tell the truth, do you miss me?"

"Yes. ”

"Do you want me to come back? If you want me to come back, I'll come back, how about it?" Zhou Bing raised his feet and stared at Guo Yang, whose expression was gradually falling into a complicated trance, with a raised eyebrows, inexplicably sad and nervous, and eager anticipation.

"I do. In a moment's effort, Guo Yang took Zhou Bing into his arms with clear eyes and unswervingly, hugged her tightly, and let her lie on his chest and cry like rain.