On May 12, 2008, a magnitude 8.0 earthquake struck Wenchuan County, Aba Prefecture, Sichuan Province, with the deadliest earthquake since the 1976 Tangshan earthquake.

Zhou Jiyou sat in front of the TV every night to watch CCTV news, accompanied by aftershocks, landslides, landslides, and mudslides from time to time...... Various secondary disasters have been caused frequently, and even epidemics have appeared one after another.

This night, after waiting for a long time, I finally saw the person in the early hours of the morning.

He stood at a live broadcast point in the disaster area, with the gray and desolate night behind him, his hard face was hit by the light with a layer of dignified and blurred color, and every facial muscle was slightly tense.

Zhou Jiyou hugged the pillow in his arms, his arm unconsciously tightened a little bit, and the soft pillow was sunken in the middle and firmly against his chest.

Broken walls, rubble, shattered families, sudden loss of life.

She stared closely at the man's solemn face, the microphone in his hand was printed with the CCTV logo, she faintly noticed that he was clenching tightly, and he continued to finish in a solemn but rigorous tone: "...... This is the report sent by CCTV reporter Shen Feibai for you in the front......"

Immediately, the screen was transferred to the anchor station.

All the sounds seemed to be away in an instant, Zhou Jiyou suddenly felt a little trance, and when she came back to her senses, the mobile phone had reached from the coffee table to her hand.

Also, the number has been dialed out.

She was stunned for a moment before slowly putting the earpiece to her ear, and the beep continued for a long time before finally cutting off automatically.

The busy sound of the hollow disappearing suddenly pulled back all her thoughts, and the phone turned into a hot potato, throwing it aside, turning off the TV, and going back to sleep.

Not long after falling asleep, the living room bell rang, and she woke up from her bed.

Get out of bed, put on your slippers, walk out of the bedroom quickly, and turn on the chandelier in the living room.

The screen of the mobile phone flashed with a fluorescent light that could not be ignored, and before she could get closer, her voice suddenly stopped.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the small line on the screen [Missed Call (1)], and was about to pick up the pen and open the www.biquge.info, when the call came again.

Closing her eyes indifferently, she pressed the answer button: "Hey." I couldn't hear the slightest whisper.

"You're looking for me?" The other party's voice is also low and flat.

Zhou Jiyou recalled his previous behavior of dialing the phone, and his throat was blocked: "Oh, I made a mistake." ”

There was a heavy mechanical noise on his side, so loud that when he was silent, she couldn't even hear his breathing.

It's a terrible feeling, it's indescribable. In short, she didn't like it.

She said irritably, "You don't look at what time it is, didn't you think I might have fallen asleep before you called back?" ”

One second, two seconds, three seconds...... He was silent.

Zhou Jiyou hung up almost immediately.

"I'm sorry." He spoke, still without a turbulent tone.

"I accept your apology, goodbye!" She gritted her teeth and squeezed the call down with a fierce attitude.

Back in bed again, his ribcage heaving.

Annoyed, worried, dazed...... All kinds of emotions are mixed and intertwined.

It's weird, it's really weird, only he can upset her at any time, only he.

She took two deep breaths in a long, slow attempt, and then calmed down and thought back to how they had come to where they are over the years.

She didn't even dare to ask: Shen Feibai, why didn't you stay in the United States to study for an MBA, and why did you disobey Old Man Shen to apply for the broadcast host...... Why?

Zhou Jiyou had insomnia all night long, and his friend Jing Qiao, who was also teaching at the Lingfeng Central American Postgraduate Examination Institute, exclaimed after seeing her: "I said porridge porridge, did you go to the bank at night to step on it, look at the bags and dark circles under your eyes." ”

Zhou Jiyou took out a small mirror and said casually: "What kind of bank did I rob if I was good." ”

When Jing Qiao came up, she bought a can of eight-treasure porridge from the vending machine downstairs, she sat in the lounge and scooped a small spoon into her mouth, chewed it slowly and said, "I see that you have donated money to the disaster area, I wonder if you still don't feel enough." ”

It's not enough, she also wants to go to the front to volunteer.

It was just an immature idea, but as soon as it suddenly popped up, she was immediately struck by lightning and shook all over.

Subtle influence?

Bother.

So, one morning, the students of the oil painting postgraduate class deeply felt the restlessness of Teacher Xiao Zhou, they were painting and practicing at the bottom, and she was in a daze in front of her...... Idle...... Idle......

Zhou Jiyou went straight to graduate school after graduating from his bachelor's degree, and is now a graduate student in the Department of Oil Painting.

Teaching at Lingfeng CAFA is considered a part-time job, and she also has another job, which is also a teacher, a long-term worker, teaching younger children to draw in the studio introduced by the tutor.

She rarely lives in the school, Zhou's father left her an old house before her death, she was in Nanxiang for a few years, Zhou's father's friend Lei An and his wife rented the house all the year round, and the government vacated two years ago and got a lot of compensation, Lei An put the money together and handed it to her, she didn't want it, entrusted him to help buy a small apartment, no big requirements, just close to the school.

As a result, the apartment building was coincidentally bought in the middle of the Central Academy of Fine Arts and China Media, near Chaoyang Park.

That person, after that, always came to see her for various reasons, really for all kinds of reasons, all kinds of things, lame or subtle, he could always say without a trace of ups and downs.

***

Zhou Jiyou walked out of the supermarket with a bag of daily necessities.

The wind and sand in Beijing are more severe than her childhood memories. She squinted in the southeast wind, and walked home along the neon side of the road.

One ladder and four households, out of the elevator, but also turn left to push open a fire door.

The fire door was heavy, and it was very difficult for her to hold things in her hands.

Only then did he push open a small narrow slit, and the weight of the door seemed to suddenly become lighter, and it was suddenly a lot less labor-saving, and it was quickly pushed halfway.

She knew that someone behind the door was helping to pull it, and she looked down, but she didn't see her trouser legs and shoes exposed.

Whoever pulls a fire door that is so heavy that it is deadly, normal people use to push.

The community is strictly controlled, there will be no outsiders to mix, there is only one person, it can only be him. He had an access card but no apartment key.

He's back.

She stepped inside, her eyes looking behind the door, and it was him.

Tall head, casual and casual dress, as long as the same deep eye sockets, hands still on the doorknob, look very quiet, also ...... Burnout.

She wanted to choke and reprimand him for not saying a word and pretending to be scary, but seeing the faint blue and black under his eyes and the red blood on the whites of his eyes, she couldn't spit out the words when they came to her mouth.

Never mind.

She glanced at him lightly, then withdrew her gaze, took out the key, and stepped forward to open the door.

The sound of a fire door closing behind her covered her head as she turned the key.

I still remember that he was just not short back then, and then he was in the same class with her, and he was at the same table with her, and before he knew it, he was getting taller and taller, and the classmates sitting in the back were becoming more and more dissenting, but the head teacher didn't say anything, he picked up the desk and moved it to the corner of the last row without saying a word.

Oh, it seems like she had lost her temper at him once before that.

What is going on?

Zhou Jiyou opened the door and frowned unconsciously.

She has been receiving love letters since the fifth grade of primary school, some anonymous, some signed, some reserved and some enthusiastic and unrestrained, and she has never been indifferent to this, and she has treated them coldly.

After going to high school, she was inexplicably closed as a school flower, and inexplicably there were a bunch of boys and girls from other classes who wanted to be friends with her, and some people were even so bored that they ran to her class window with students from other schools to look for her, and then pointed to her to introduce - look, that was Zhou Jiyou, which attracted the whole class to look at her seat.

This is not the most annoying, the most annoying thing is that he told Old Man Shen about her situation at school, including the kind of Chen Sesame Rotten Grain that has three boys chasing her at the same time.

During the holidays, she returned to the Shen Mansion from the dormitory, and the old man scolded her in front of everyone for seducing people at a young age.

She didn't react much except that she was angry that she was beaten and reported, but it was him, under her angry glare, his face was even more ugly than hers.

That kind of ugliness does not seem to be empty-hearted, nor does it seem to be ashamed. His facial expression had always been lacking, and he could suddenly have such a strange look, and when she was angry, she had no intention of distinguishing it.

Immediately afterwards, she asked him to spread fire, and he took the initiative to apologize to her, but she didn't accept it, so he never said a word again, and let her sneer and sneer.

She couldn't remember what she had said at the time, and when she returned to school after the holidays and read in the morning, he spontaneously moved away from her amid the sound of reading aloud.

After that, there was an endless cold war, she didn't want to talk to him, he didn't talk much, and he didn't take the initiative to talk, and the two were so deadlocked for a whole semester.

Changing into slippers, Zhou Jiyou went directly to the kitchen, opened the bag, and stored the storage and preservation of the fresh.

She held a box of Korean hot sauce in her hand and was about to send it to the refrigerator, and as soon as she moved, he raised his hand to take it, and without her having to tell the purpose, the refrigerator was opened, and the hot sauce was placed on the side hanging shelf on the inside of the door.

When he put it away, he closed the door, turned his eyes to her, and stretched out his hand.

The meaning is clear: what else, together.

How to say this feeling......

If it was her a few years ago, she would have frowned and refused: I don't need your help.

But now it's different, why it's different, she can't say why, maybe ...... Maybe he is used to life.

Rummaging through the bags, he handed them to him one by one, and he stored them in the refrigerator one by one.

No one spoke first, and the silence continued to spread.

With everything in place, she folded the shopping bag neatly, tucked it into the closet above her head, and casually asked, "When did you come back?" ”

"Afternoon." His voice was a little hoarse, as if it hadn't been opened for a long time.

Zhou Jiyou closed the cabinet door and turned his head to look at him: "Cold?" ”

He stroked the Adam's apple with his hand, rolled up and down, and whispered, "Probably not." ”

"If there is, there will be, if there is not, what should be?" She rolled his eyes, "You wait." ”

You wait.

He paused slightly, then followed her to the living room.

She threw him a bag of cold powder with an expressionless face, and the long glass glass of water was placed on the coffee table, her tone was not bad, but she was really not gentle: "Brew it yourself." ”

"Hmm." He sat on the couch, torn open by the edges, dark brown particles rustling into the cup, leaning forward, his eyebrows lowered.

Even making cold medicine is serious and focused.

Zhou Jiyou stood on one side and looked at him with his arms crossed, he held the cup and got up to pour water, she pursed her lips when he walked past him, turned her back to him and said, "Leave the access card when you leave for a while." ”

In the afterglow, he obviously stopped, but he didn't say yes, he didn't say bad, and in a few seconds, he took another step.

Zhou Jiyou was very disgusted with his silent resistance, and turned around and asked, "Didn't you hear me talking to you?" ”

He bent over the water cooler, "No." ”

Zhou Jiyou: "......"