Early morning. Qin Sihao was ready to go to work as usual. Zhou Ziwei called out to him when he was about to go out, "Doudou and Qianqian will have a holiday in a few days, I plan to send them to my mother, do you want to send me there." ”

Qin Sihao bent over to put on his shoes and replied to her, "Every year when I rush to the students for a few days on vacation, the company has more than usual, I just point to this month to make money, and I can't delay it for a day, you can buy a high-speed rail ticket." ”

"Then you go to the company today to help me book a high-speed rail ticket, and the two children have to buy a children's ticket, don't forget. ”

Qin Sihao let out a "hmm" and went out. The road where Qin Sihao lives is relatively congested, and the three-kilometer journey takes 20 minutes during peak hours, and when he arrives at the company, it is already half past eight.

Qin Sihao turned on the computer, just boarded QQ, and saw the avatar flashing. He clicked on it, and it was an expression from Ye Xiaoqian. Qin Sihao's chest trembled, and his memory was pulled apart like a flood.

Ye Xiaoqian is a classmate of Qin Sihao in college, and she is the girl he has had a crush on for four years. At that time, Ye Xiaoqian amazed the entire school, Qin Sihao felt humble and never dared to confess. In this way, four years after four years of college and eight years after graduation, Qin Sihao has never seen Ye Xiaoqian again, and occasionally only heard a little sporadic news about her from her classmates.

Qin Sihao has been calm as water for so many years, and it seems that he has long forgotten the original Ye Xiaoqian, and even, Ye Xiaoqian's appearance has gradually blurred in his mind, as if a mosaic has been put on it. And now, Ye Xiaoqian can take the initiative to contact him, which surprises and surprises him. At this moment, a ripple appeared in his heart.

Qin Sihao quickly replied with eight words, two punctuation marks and a smiling expression: Xiaoqian children's shoes, don't come to harm!

Qin Sihao anxiously waited for Ye Xiaoqian's reply, nervous and excited. It was like a little demon lurking in his heart, stirring his internal organs around. He looked at the chat window from time to time, so much so that he had no idea what he had done all morning.

waited until noon, Qin Sihao went from hope to disappointment, from expectation to hesitation. Maybe Ye Xiaoqian sent the wrong message, Qin Sihao was eating a boxed lunch while staring at the screen and thinking.

At this moment, Qin Sihao's long-awaited avatar finally flashed, like a jumping note. Qin Sihao's eyes lit up, and the Sichuan character pattern in the center of his eyebrows stretched out. He put down his chopsticks, grabbed the mouse, clicked on the avatar, and saw Ye Xiaoqian's text again for many years. Although Ye Xiaoqian only replied with the word "hi".

Qin Sihao typed on the keyboard: I haven't seen you for many years, are you okay?

Ye Xiaoqian replied with three words simply: I'm fine!

I feel that two people who haven't been in touch for a long time will seem so strange to greet each other. Qin Sihao replied cautiously: I'm also fine!

They simply asked each other some inconsequential trivia, reminisced about a period of passing years, and finally found a common topic.

Ye Xiaoqian: How old is your child?

Qin Sihao: Xiaosheng is not talented, the dog is six years old, the little girl is four years old, I don't know how many sons and daughters the goddess has?

Ye Xiaoqian: Hehe, a daughter, four years old.

……

The two chatted all afternoon without a word, exchanged mobile phone numbers, and added WeChat. It wasn't until Ye Xiaoqian said that she was going to pick up her children from school that the chat officially ended. Qin Sihao was full of emotion in his heart.

There is no result, and it is most easy to make people unforgettable, but in the past red dust years, some people and some things have been forgotten, while some people have long been engraved and will not be erased. For example, Ye Xiaoqian is deeply imprinted in Qin Sihao's heart, seemingly hidden in the depths of the clouds, seemingly fragrant grass and parrot islands, but now it is lush and happy.

May time not be old, to see the end of the prosperity, the lead is washed away, the comeback of the encounter, but is just a lingering breath after the bones are scattered, if there is still a trace of breath, in the endless hopeless years, every street scene, every corner, there is a little memory, in the flexible and silky breath, swallow like smoke, murmur like whining, hot like wine, like poetry.

However, when he wakes up from a dream, he still has to face reality, Qin Sihao has his own wife and children, and he has to have the responsibility of being a husband, some dreams are just done, life is not a dream, and he can't tolerate a moment of hypocrisy.

When he came home from work at night, Qin Sihao put his mobile phone on silent for the first time in many years. He was afraid that Ye Xiaoqian would be caught off guard and send him a message, and Zhou Ziwei, who was like a police dog, smelled the breath, although they were just chatting, but his heart was always uneasy, so much so that his mobile phone was in his trouser pocket all night. Go to the bathroom and take a bath, and take them with me, for fear of missing the news, and for fear of being discovered by Zhou Ziwei. Fortunately, until he went to bed, his phone did not vibrate. Qin Sihao breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt very disappointed.

Lying on the bed, Zhou Ziwei asked, "Did I book the high-speed rail ticket I booked for me in the morning?" ”

Qin Sihao was suddenly pulled back to his thoughts by Zhou Ziwei's words, and he patted his head, "Ahhh Look at my head, I've been so busy this day that I've forgotten about it. I'll book you a ticket right now. ”

Qin Sihao opened the 12306 booking website and listened to Zhou Ziwei's chatter, "Are you so busy, are you so busy, I haven't seen you earn a few dollars, I can't tell which is more important, I don't know which one is more important, I have time to help me book a ticket when I sit on the toilet when I go to the toilet, I guess I don't have any children in my heart, let you send me back to my parents' house, you push back to your parents' house, and repeatedly ask you to book a ticket for me, but you forgot about it, now the ticket is so nervous, you go and book a ghost ticket now!"

Qin Sihao really wanted to plug his ears, Zhou Ziwei's series of complaints like a machine gun instantly made him feel upset, he never thought it would be so annoying, if he hadn't chatted with Ye Xiaoqian and practiced too much, how could he have forgotten it. When he thought of Ye Xiaoqian, he sighed in his heart: If he had married Ye Xiaoqian, maybe he wouldn't be what he is now. Ye Xiaoqian has never talked much, and she will never be so noisy.

Qin Sihao searched for tickets while thinking about these, and sure enough, he was unfortunately said by Zhou Ziwei, and the tickets for the high-speed rail sent to Zhou Ziwei's house for the next week were gone.

Zhou Ziwei chattered for a while, twisted her head to the other side angrily, and didn't pay attention to Qin Sihao's persuasion until she fell asleep.

Qin Sihao was in a state of uneasiness, and at the end of the day, all he thought of repeatedly was Ye Xiaoqian. When Ye Xiaoqian was eighteen years old and just entered college, a photo of Ye Xiaoqian he secretly took was still hidden in the album, and Qin Sihao deliberately pressed it under other photos, so as not to ask Zhou Ziwei when he cleaned up, and he had to spend some time explaining.

Qin Sihao got up and got out of bed, and with the faint light of his mobile phone, he flipped out the album from the bookshelf. He tiptoed to the living room, flipped through the photo album, and found the candid photo.

Eighteen-year-old Ye Xiaoqian is like a lily about to bloom, smiling so sweetly, so pure, so beautiful, and so charming.

Qin Sihao fell into memories while watching, and unconsciously it was early in the morning. Qin Sihao was worried that Zhou Ziwei would find himself when he got up to go to the bathroom, so he carefully packed up the album, tiptoed into the bedroom, and put the album back in its original position.

"It's only because of the feeling that Jun Yi looked back, which made me think about Jun Chao and Dusk. Qin Sihao lay on the bed for a long time before realizing that he had insomnia.