Liang Ju stared at Mao Dong, who was still facing the sea.

A gust of sea breeze rustled the plastic bag at his feet, and it took a long time for him to answer.

"It's not liking, it's envy."

"Envy?"

"Hmm. Her uninhibitedness makes me envious. ”

Liang Ju didn't understand his words, and didn't ask, just lowered his head and took a sip of wine.

Should I sue Mao Dong, that girl is her? How will he react?

"Thank you." Liang Ju held the wine bottle in his hand and said, "Thank you for saving me." ”

Mao Dong thought she was talking about the time at the bar, and also raised the wine bottle to touch her, "It's a gesture." ”

He raised his head and drank all the wine, and at the end, Liang Ju wiped his mouth, "Thank you, you didn't watch me crash." ”

After a pause in the hand of the wine, Mao Dong turned his head to carefully look at the smile on the corner of Liang Ju's mouth.

Liang Ju turned around, faced him head-on, and said, "Don't you say it, I haven't found out yet, it turns out that I live so freely." ”

She tilted her head and responded to Mao Dong's gaze with a clever smile, Mao Dong's eyes were dark, and she gradually appeared with surprise.

"You are"

"Well, I've not changed much, have I?"

Liang Ju opened his arms to let Mao Dong look at him, and Mao Dong looked at her with a smile.

After a few seconds, he smiled knowingly: "It's too coincidental." ”

"It seems that the two of us still have a lot of fate, come, for our fate, take a bottle!"

"Are you okay, don't drink too much, I'll have to carry you upstairs if you drink too much."

Looking at the snickering smile in his eyes, Liang Ju raised his chin, "Who resists whom, it's not necessarily!" ”

Two more bottles were opened by the 'click'.

Liang Ju lay on his back on the beach, his arms resting behind his head, "Fate is really a strange thing. ”

"Yes." Mao Dong took a sip of the bottle.

Liang Ju looked at him and asked, "Didn't you ask what I like about you?" ”

Seeing him look back at her, she said, "It's because I like you to be handsome, and I think you're a man." ”

Mao Dong sneered, "I'm not a man, how do you know?" ”

Liang Ju was stunned for a moment, knowing that he was joking, and deliberately choked him, "Give it a try, don't you know?" ”

Mao Dong laughed, hearty laughter echoing on the beach.

Liang Ju never knew that his laughter was so good.

I don't know how long I drank it, but what was sitting at the feet of the two of them and what was poured was all wine bottles.

The sound of the waves hitting the shore wave after wave, Liang Ju lay on the beach, his arms on his pillow, looking at the vast and boundless sky and the dotted stars.

Mao Dong crossed his legs, his arms propped up on his knees, staring at the dark sea in the distance.

She didn't know what he was looking at, so she kicked him in the foot, "Mention it to you, don't be angry!" ”

"You say."

She sat up from the sand with her arms propped up and patted the sand stuck to her palm. "Don't be so heavy in the future, it will bring pressure to the people around you."

Mao Dong was silent, as if he was listening carefully, and as if he was thinking carefully about her words.

"Are we friends?" Liang Ju raised his eyebrows and asked.

Mao Dong groaned for a moment and bowed his head.

"Okay, let's be friends"

"It's a friend, don't mention paying it back." He intercepted her words.

Liang Ju was stunned, laughed, and reached out to give Mao Dong a gentle punch and hit him in the chest. "Interesting!"

He looked at her, a smile growing in his eyes, and reached out to pick up the coat that had fallen to the ground and handed it to her.

"Thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for chatting with me tonight."

"Since it's a friend, then don't be so polite, it's a big deal that you invite me to dinner next time!"

"No problem."

Liang Ju was happy in his heart, this was easy to increase the chance for the two of them to be together.

Mao Dong took out his mobile phone and said, "I can't drive the car after drinking, so call a car back." ”

Liang Ju asked, "Then what about your car?" ”

"I'll come and get it tomorrow."

***

When Liang Ju was fine during the day, he took Duoduo home for a meal.

It coincided with the eleventh festival, and there were many relatives in every household walking back and forth to each other, Liang's mother said that she wanted to go to her grandmother's house to see, Liang Ju was a little tired and had to go to Beixing to work at night, so she took Duoduo back to her cousin first.

Eating a little supportively, Liang Ju led Duoduo along the garden of his cousin's community a few times, these days are not as cold as a few days ago, it is noon, the sun shines directly overhead, Liang Ju blocked his eyes with his hand, and looked up at the buildings of the entire community.

Mao Dong's house is only a few buildings away from his cousin's house, and before he knows it, Liang Ju and Duoduo are wandering downstairs in Mao Dong's house.

I didn't see Mao Dong's black Toyota in front of the building, maybe it was not at home, Liang Ju thought about it, and walked back along the path, but after a few steps, she came back again.

Duoduo was tired of walking, so he just sat on the ground and didn't leave, and his little ass pushed back vigorously. Liang Ju looked at the little guy and bent down to hold Duoduo from the ground in his arms.

"What a little ancestor!"

Liang Ju simply sat on the steps of the flower bed across a path in front of Mao Donglou. I don't remember how many floors Mao Dong lived on, whether the window was facing the front, Liang Ju looked up layer by layer, feeling that this house was not like it, and that family was not like it, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

After looking at it for a long time, her eyes were dazzled, and when she closed her eyes in the sun, her eyes were full of black frames with window shadows.

When Liang Ju opened his eyes again, he suddenly saw Zhong Ling, who was wearing a white knitted sweater, coming in from the entrance of the community, passing by the flower bed, and entering the entrance of Maodong's building.

***

Mao Dong was not surprised by Zhong Ling's arrival.

"Come in." He made his debut and let her into the house.

Mao Dong's house is a one-room apartment, the living room is large, and the beige sofa is clean and there is not even a cushion.

Zhong Ling changed her shoes, entered the house, sat on the sofa, and Mao Dong poured her a glass of water and put it on the coffee table in front of her.

Zhong Ling raised her eyes and looked at Mao Dong.

The two of them hadn't seen each other since the last time they sued him for selling North Star on her own initiative.

Mao Dong wore a gray short-sleeved shirt, probably just woke up, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and the whole person was a little vicissitudes.

She reached out and held the cup, the water was warm, and in her hand, the temperature was just right.

Mao Dong sat silently on the single sofa, drinking water with his eyes half-down, and did not look at her.

The noon sun shines from the window into a large circle of light throughout the living room, the windows of the living room are ajar, and from time to time the floor-to-ceiling curtains are blown up by the wind, and the curtains flutter gently at will.

Zhong Ling still put a card from her bag in front of Mao Dong's water cup.

"I hope you can take it."

Mao Dong didn't move at all, and he didn't even move his eyes to the card.

Zhong Ling bit her lower lip and lowered her head, "I'm sorry." ”

For a long time, she said.

"You can get the money back." He spoke lightly.

"Why? This money is obviously important to you. ”

"Isn't the North Star important to you?"

Mao Dong got up from the sofa and walked to the glass window of the living room with his back to Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling didn't want to see him like this, she would rather him scold her, even if it was a big scolding, she would accept it.

Zhong Ling got up from the sofa and looked at him standing in the sun.

"If your brother is here, I am your sister-in-law now, you have always said that you are taking care of me for Abei, but now, I am also taking care of you for him. If he is still alive now, seeing you like this, I believe he would rather give up his dreams to help you. Adong, listen to me, we can open it again when Beixing is gone, as long as the people are still there and the ambition is still there, we are not afraid that we will not be able to fulfill Abei's wish. ”

Mao Dong in front of the window stood there motionless, although so many years have passed, but at the mention of the word Mao Bei, Zhong Ling's heart can't help but ache.

Zhong Ling took a deep breath and forced back the tears in her eyes.

The living room full of sunlight was full of light, but she saw Mao Dong, who was surrounded by sunlight, the heat on his body was dissipating, and his back looked so cold.

There are many things about Mao Dong and Mao Bei, but Zhong Ling is actually not clear. She just knew that their brothers had a deep relationship, and she also understood that they were both brothers and lost their brother, but Zhong Ling didn't understand that Mao Dong's guilt for Mao Bei was not only because he died on his behalf, but also that Mao Bei was forced to become a victim of his younger brother Mao Dong's growth since birth.

"When my brother left, my brother never did a thing for him."

"Zhong Ling, you don't know that my brother once dropped out of school to work for me, and he gave up his dormitory and spent money to rent a house near our school. He gets up at 4 a.m. every morning to cook for me, and in order to prevent me from getting on the bus to school, he only sleeps a few hours and travels across most of the city to work every day."

Mao Bei moved to Mao Dong for a lifetime, but he failed himself for a lifetime.

"A week before the accident, he still smiled and said to me, 'Mao Dong, when you graduate and have money, let's open a bar together and have a good look at it' Now, you let me use the money from selling Beixing to save myself, but you know, that is my brother's lifelong dream" Mao Dong turned his head slowly, and when Zhong Ling saw his red eyes, she almost cried bitterly.

Zhong Ling squatted down with her hands covered her mouth, she really couldn't continue to listen to anything about Mao Dong, she couldn't stand it.

The sound of whimpering broke through her mouth, and Zhong Ling buried her face in the crook of her arm and cried.

It was the first time for Zhong Ling to be so out of shape in front of Mao Dong, and for the first time, she saw the pain that he couldn't hide.

Mao Bei once said to Mao Dong: "When my parents were alive, my biggest wish was to hope that our brothers would be able to make a difference in the future, I am not the material for reading, and studying is also a waste of money, but you are different, you have been smarter than me since you were a child, as long as you work hard and your grades are definitely in the top few, now our mother's bones are not cold, you came to tell me that you don't want to study?" ”

It was not long after his mother entered the earth, Mao Dong sat on a dirt slope in front of the house and thought about it all night, and told his brother early in the morning that he didn't want to study. He wanted to go to the city to work like Mao Bei, but before he finished speaking, he was slapped hard by Mao Bei.

That was the first time, Mao Bei hit him.

Mao Dong still remembers that in the first mock exam of the first semester of high school, he ranked third from the bottom of the class, Mao Bei took the paper and didn't say a word, Mao Dong felt that it didn't matter, but he still didn't dare to look at his brother. Mao Bei just sighed, returned the roll to Mao Dong, opened the door and walked out of the house by himself.

It was the first time that Mao Dong saw Mao Bei squatting with his back to him in the corridor full of bricks and smoking a cigarette through the closed door. Mao Bei leaned on his body, and his whole back looked skinny, and that scene, even if Mao Dong was lying on the bed and closed his eyes many years later, he could still recall it.

Mao Bei is like a father, he doesn't have much ambition, he just hopes to live a down-to-earth life with peace of mind. He hopes that his younger brother can have a good life, and he doesn't want him to be poor all his life like his parents, because he is bullied because he has no culture, so he would rather sacrifice himself to cultivate Mao Dong. For the sake of Mao Dong, Mao Bei was willing to die, and in the end, he really did it.

Mao Bei has a docile personality, and he can even be said to be a bit of a wimp, he is a little timid, Mao Dong will never dare to think about what the last scene before Mao Bei's death was. He had a wound on his back, and was hunted down by so many men with knives and iron rods on a winter night

He must have been scared to death.

Mao Bei ran several streets before he was hacked to death in a snowdrift, so how strong should his will to survive be at that time? In a few months, he will be the groom, and in a few months, they will save up to open a small bar

An accident can ruin more than just a person's fate.

Taking a deep breath, he felt like his lungs were filled with excess breath.

The person who died should be him, Mao Dong, not Mao Bei, who knows how to laugh and thinks about others all day long.

Mao Dong often hoped that if he hadn't gone to Harbin that day and hadn't listened to Mao Bei's words and left Qihai, wouldn't it be different now?

Five years have passed, he misses Mao Bei, and he hopes that he can live in a dream forever, dreaming that their family of four is around the hot kang in their hometown, eating hot dumplings made by their mother.

If his parents and eldest brother were there, wouldn't he be so lonely.

Zhong Ling asked Mao Dong to use the money from the sale of Beixing to pay off the debt, undoubtedly to sprinkle salt on Mao Dong's wounds, and he would be embarrassed of himself.

Reaching out to wipe away the tears left in her mouth, Zhong Ling stood up.

Mao Dong was still standing at the window with his back to him, and she saw his hands clenched tightly at his sides. She understood that he was angry with himself and blamed himself.

"Abei regards your younger brother as more important than his own life, and if he is still alive now, I believe he will do the same." Zhong Ling took out another card from her bag, "This money is what you have called me in the past few years, and I have been saving it for you, if you really don't want to use the money from Beixing, then you should keep it." ”

The door was gently shut, and the two cards on the coffee table were still there, and no one moved.

Mao Dong still stood there all the time, like there was some scenery outside that attracted him, he couldn't move, and when he moved, he felt like his whole body was cracking.

Some wounds, he always has to open in person, and the blood that comes out of the wounds is also the most difficult crime in his life to escape.

On Mao Dong's shoulders, there is a heavier burden than ordinary people.

***

Liang Ju had been sitting by the flower bed downstairs, and she didn't know what she was guarding.

Seeing Zhong Ling coming out of the building, she had the urge to step forward