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Hong Jian drove in the midday sun, and the highway emitted a gray and blazing light, making him feel confused for a moment, not knowing where he was.

When he first arrived in the United States, he found a 16-hour off-campus job every weekend in a small town far from the center of New York City, which was so remote that there was no subway connection, and every time he went to work, he drove along Interstate 87 along Interstate 87 with black singer rap music and staggered to his place of work.

Interstate 87 in memory is so gray, long and desolate. The study career in the United States was very difficult, especially in the first year, and faced the double test of material deprivation and spiritual loneliness. When I was a child, a brother who grew up in the yard visited Hong Jian when he traveled through New York, and was shocked when he saw his living environment, and then punched him in the shoulder, and scolded with a smile: "What the hell, what is the motivation that supports you to persevere?" Su Wu is like a sheep. ”

Hong Jian lowered his head and smiled, and the old man's stern face like a stepfather appeared in front of him. My father often said that "a good man has ambitions in all directions." It was because of this ghost that not only exiled him to the United States, but also did not give him money to return to China during the holidays, but he knew that the old man's move was of course to save money, but also because he thought that he was born in a family of eunuchs, and he was too "pampered" since he was a child (strange!). Let him endure hardships and see more of the external world.

Hong Jian has always had a kind of fear of his father, although he respects him, and his love for him is no less than the love of any son for his father, but every time he thinks of his father, he feels cold sweat, probably because he is too inferior. My father often said: "The Huns have not been destroyed, why do you want to be at home!" It is true that the relationship between father and mother is deep but also quite light, and the older generation calls their partners "revolutionary comrades-in-arms", and Hong Jian does think that this word is more adequate than the words "lover" or "husband and wife" to sum up the emotional relationship between parents.

But what made Hong Jian feel uneasy was that he was obviously not as strong and resolute as his father. When he got the OFFer from the New York School of Photography, for a moment, the nervousness and melancholy overwhelmed the excitement of being accepted into the school of his choice. He didn't know how to "confess" to his sister Qi Yun, who was only in her third year of junior high school in September, and with what he knew about her: when she heard the news that he was going to be gone for at least 4 years, she would definitely cry, and she would definitely take his arm and trick him from leaving—and worse, he found that he didn't dare to imagine her crying face in detail.

Qi Yun is still an immature child, he will do whatever he thinks, and it is not uncommon for joys, sorrows, and joys to be in shape. But what about him? How can a good young man in his twenties seriously have "that kind of thought" about the sister next door who grew up together? This kind of affection is enough to make him shy, not to mention, even if he can really admit that he likes Sister Qi Yun desperately, but he is just a big boy who has just graduated from college with no career and no foundation, what qualifications does he have to talk about likes and dislikes?

My father also said that if you can't shoulder the responsibility on your shoulders and don't have your own career and pursuit, which girl with connotation will take a fancy to you in the future? Father's words are difficult to refute, and Hong Jian also began to feel: Be an iron-blooded man as his father requested, create a career that stands up to the sky, and be the mainstay of society, only in this way can he say to a good girl in the future: I love you. Also, please give me your hand.

At that time, Hong Jian was afraid that he would never be able to leave after seeing Qi Yun, so he said goodbye. Qi Yun must have resented him, and refused to write to him for a long time, and then finally wrote a few words, with a faint sense of caution and alienation. Hong Jian himself was also dizzy and dizzy by the life of a kaleidoscope of colorful spinning when he first arrived in a foreign country, and he also neglected to connect with China, and later, with the integration of American society, his contact with relatives and friends in China tended to be more concise and formulaic. He was required to be masculine by his father since he was a child, and he was reluctant to emulate his children's affection, and gradually he thought that he had forgotten the people and things in China. It's just that I will dream a few times a year, and I dreamed that Qi Yun was still young, carrying a white princess dress, running behind him. As soon as he turned around, she stopped, her dark eyes staring at him without blinking, revealing a smile as pure and unflawed as that of a grass elf.

After graduating from university, he stayed in the United States to work for two years according to his family's wishes. As an Asian who went to study in the United States as an adult, Hong Jian worked sincerely with his colleagues at the newspaper he stayed in the United States, and finally won the Pulitzer Prize for the group, when he was only 25 years old.

When my father learned about this, he slapped his hands and laughed, and said the only big sentence in his life: "It is worthy of being the son of someone in my Hong!" Hong Jian only smiled faintly after hearing this, got into the cabin of the long-haul plane, got up and went to Afghanistan to serve as a war correspondent. I don't know how much my father knows, in addition to hard work and sweat, Hong Jian's honor is also exchanged for blood and tears: hiding in Tibet during the artillery fire, and watching several corpses that died due to the war and even began to give birth to maggots for more than 24 hours...... He has always had a photo of him and 5-year-old Qi Yun in the amusement park when he was 13 years old in his wallet. It was a black-and-white photo taken by Uncle Qi for the two of them, Qi Yun was riding on the merry-go-round, with some sparse hair just hanging down to his shoulders, and black and white fawn-like eyes, and he was standing next to Qi Yun, with a toothless smile on his face...... As an adult, he couldn't remember laughing like this again. Holding this photo, even in the trenches of the battlefield filled with the smell of gunpowder, he was able to sleep soundly all night, forgetting about life and death tomorrow.

Later, he finally returned to his home country, and the unit that landed was of course the China News Agency with the prefix of the national character - in addition to here, what other place could he match his Hong Arrow? After joining the post in Beijing, he was sent to run around the country and the world, he was like a spinning top that was involuntarily whipped by the whip of work.

Occasionally, it is not without the opportunity to return to his home province, but he is timid, and he is no longer a reckless teenager. He only had a few seemingly casual glances, and he calmly asked his past relatives and friends about Qi Yun's news, and no one heard the eagerness he hid in the depths of his heart. A classmate who worked as a teaching assistant at Qi Yun's university told him: Qi Yun has grown up, he is in the limelight in college, and I heard that he has a close boyfriend.

His heart sank, and it was as if his body had fallen into a bottomless abyss, a feeling he had never felt in even the deepest dreams before. But he can't say that there is anything wrong with her, after all, they have been separated for 6 years.

6 years is long enough for a man like him, who is drowning in study, work and struggle all day long; What's more, for a girl of Qi Yun's age, 6 years is more likely to be like a lifetime, she must have changed from a budding flower bone to a delicate rose that blooms in the morning dew...... What else can Hong Jian say? Even if he really loves her the most in the world, he has missed her most beautiful flowering period.

I met Uncle Qi twice in Beijing. In the past two or three years, I have heard that the two families are not as close as they used to be, but when Uncle Qi saw him, the relief in his eyes and the eager smile did not seem to be polite. Uncle Qi held his hand tightly and treated him as an equal adult to tell him about the various ...... in work and life Of course, there is no shortage of mention of his and Qi Yun's intimacy when they were young, Qi Yun's thoughts about him over the years, and her resentment against him when she was coquettish in front of her father.

He stared and listened carefully, then smiled and said nothing. Uncle Qi automatically understood this performance as a deep old man who had grown up, or that he had become forgetful, so he gradually stopped mentioning Qi Yun. It's just that Hong Jian later called Uncle Qi from time to time to ask about Uncle Qi's whereabouts.

On the day Uncle Qi returned from his trip to the United States, Hong Jian had just been appointed as the chief reporter of China News Agency in Province G for a week, and there were many official tasks to be busy in his new position, but Hong Jian thought about it and decided to wait for Uncle Qi at the airport.

Before going to the airport, he took a good look in the mirror, and the man in the mirror who gradually revealed a sense of vicissitudes was not what he thought he should have met with Sister Qi Yun. But what kind of men do girls in their early twenties like in the country now? He was completely and completely confused, in fact, even when he was in the United States, his experience with girls was really limited and bordered on shame. It seems that except for Zhou Mei, when he was helping in the gym near the school, a blonde and blue-eyed eleventh grade girl who often went to the gym had a few dates.

The so-called dating, in fact, is the AA system has eaten a few times in the fast food restaurant, just before the arrival of further "in-depth development", the fitness club suddenly came to a fitness coach with a more energetic body and a belly full of eight-bar chocolate ribs, and the eleventh grade girl immediately didn't hug the pipa, and this relationship ended without a problem. However, Hong Jian remembered that although the blonde girl looked tall and plump, and the ripe peach was as tempting, she was actually born in the same year as Qi Yun.

Arrow searched the dry intestines, trying to recall the memories of the girl that remained in his mind. Then, according to the girl's taste, he cut his hair close to her scalp, and deliberately kept a little stubble, he had sideburns and beard, and his chin was black and green if he didn't keep his determination, like a refugee who hadn't bathed for three days, and like he had just been beaten up. In addition, he was born with a dark complexion, put on a pair of big sunglasses, put on a tight black T, jeans with frayed trouser legs and a riveted wide cow belt, and then looked in the mirror, the cynical ** look of the person in the mirror made him have a headache no matter how he looked at it, but because he thought that this is probably what the young girl likes now, he did a long psychological construction for himself before stepping out of the house.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Qi's original flight was stranded at Narita Airport in Japan due to air traffic control, Hong Jian has been waiting at the airport, waiting tired, and exerting the "unique secret skill" that he can sleep at any time and anywhere in the difficult environment of Afghanistan, he took a backpack as a pillow on the airport seat, and sank into the black sweet country casually. He knew that if he went home at this time, he didn't know if he would have the courage to wear this to go out again tomorrow...... In fact, more importantly, I don't know that I don't have the courage to move forward and have to see Qi Yun.

It wasn't until nearly noon the next day that Uncle Qi's plane landed. Uncle Qi was very happy to see him, and heard that he was also going back to L City, and he had to go home to see his aunt and Qi Yun. Uncle Qi thought it was a chance encounter, but in fact he had been waiting at the airport for nearly a day and a night.

Later, he met with Qi Yun. 6 years have not necessarily separated the two much, only the only difference is that she has someone to care about. That's it, if she is happy, then he is willing to bury those feelings that have never seen the light in his heart forever, never show it to others, keep this secret by her side, and be a brother to care for her for a lifetime. Of course, maybe he will meet another girl again, and have his own love, even if it is a "revolutionary friendship" like his father and mother.

- He said, if.

Hong Jian has never understood why fate would play tricks on such a pure, kind and weak girl, making her go through so many waves of torture that seem to be endless. After Uncle Qi's illegitimate son was revealed, the aunt couldn't bear the blow and embarked on the road of no return, but in a sense, the aunt is blessed. Qi Yun was different, after that incident, she walked alone for a long, long time, and encountered many, many things, which were enough to defeat a girl like her.

But although she had moments when she was crumbling, but more time she smiled heartlessly, gestured to the sun on her chest, and said to him with a smile:

"No matter where you go, no matter who you meet or what, remember to always bring your own little sun!"

That bright smile broke his heart, and also made his love for her, from the childhood sweetheart of his youth, to a mixed love, love and respect, he began to feel that in his poor life, he could never find a SoulMate like her who could match him.

However, when he finally realized this, she was in deep danger.

Hong Jian will never forget that day for the rest of his life. With a sense of exhaustion and relief that he was about to end a major event, he returned to his small apartment. Because Uncle Qi's case was about to be prosecuted, and because they had conducted a series of investigations that were very likely to anger some dangerous people before that, he told Qi Yun to stay in his small apartment and not go anywhere in those days.

In order to be afraid of Qi Yun's boredom, he prepared a lot of ingredients, XBox game consoles and a large number of downloaded movies, but soon he found out that Qi Yun was actually a very homely person, sitting by the window reading a book, watering the flowers and spending a day with a smile, without feeling bored at all. But he, after being beaten by the overload, returned to his apartment in the spring sandstorm, pollen, and dust haze, and suddenly felt a sense of ease in removing all armor at the warmth of the room, the sweet smile, and the coquettishness of the teeth.

But when he went home that day, he found that Qi Yun was gone!

It would be fine if he just went downstairs to buy snacks or something, but he rummaged around the small apartment in a hurry, and turned out the note left by Qi Yun, and the note said that she went to Kuang Sisi's appointment!

Hong Arrow's skin was numb, and he only felt a cool breeze in the back of his head. Who is Kwong Sisi, that is Xiao Yang's woman. Needless to say, Xiao Yang and Deng Chang have a close relationship, especially now that they have reached the point where they are jumping off the wall in a hurry, they really dare not imagine what they will do. Although there is still a Lu Wei in that group, the matter has come to this, especially the fact that Qi Yun and he are walking together, although it has never been recognized by the two of them, it has long been gone. Hong Jian knew: Lu Wei would definitely believe that Qi Yun had betrayed him.

Who can save Qi Yun? He thought about it for a long time, but felt that the road was cut off. In desperation, he made a phone call to Zhou Hao, "Let Deng Chang come out to see me, and the price will be opened by him." ”

He drove his half-used SUV to a resort hotel in the suburbs to negotiate with Deng Chang, and although it was already afternoon, he also found a gray and blazing light on the road that day, making him feel like he was roasted under the scorching sun of Afghanistan, as if he could touch the door between life and death with his hand......

is so blazing and dazzling, and it is like when I was in high school, I acted in a school drama with Qi Yun, who was only in the fifth grade of elementary school. The young Qi Yun made the originally elegant and indifferent public actor particularly lively and joyful, making the teachers and students of the school laugh loudly. But in the final scene, she was extremely serious, closed her eyes and fell between the arms of Hong Jian, who played the knight, and the blood-red flowers on her skirt bloomed one after another.

Hong Jian softly called the princess's name, and she only had a frozen sadness on her face, and there was no trace of breath. I don't know why, maybe it's because the beam of light on the stage is too blazing, and the roasted Hong Arrow is dizzy; Maybe it was because he was too deep in the play, Hong Jian suddenly felt sadness coming from it, and the voice of gently reciting the lines was also stained with the astringency of tears:

"My lover once met me in the willow garden, and her snow-white slender feet passed through the willows. She wants me to simply love, like a tree spitting out new shoots. But I, young and foolish, did not listen to her;

My lover stood with me in the field by the river, and you put your snow-white hands on my leaning shoulders. She made my life simpler, like grass growing on a weir - but I was young and stupid, and now my face is full of tears! ”

Before seeing Deng Chang, Hong Jian was also full of tears. His father has always asked him to be an iron-blooded man and create a great career, and as he grows up day by day, these are also his own wishes. But for a moment, he was willing to exchange everything he had for Qi Yun, just asking fate to return Qi Yun to him, not to mention fame and fortune, even justice He could not want. He only hopes that his beloved woman will be safe and sound, and that they can live a dull life together forever in the future, and the years will be quiet and long...... For the sake of this wish, he would rather abandon the greatest cause in the world. His mind was hot and confused, and the road in front of him was crooked and uncomparably long.

You can't die, he said to Qi Yun in his heart, I can't die either. Because now there is such a sincere love in front of us, we must hold hands, cherish together, and walk through all the sweet or bitter road of life together. Life is an irreversible journey, we can't live up to the gift of fate, we can't be careless and let love go away before regretting it - at this moment, at this moment, Hong Jian wants to say three words to the most important girl in life: I love you. If I had to put a deadline on this love, I would like to hold your hand and kiss your toothless gums when we are gray-haired, until the final decay makes us have to separate......

Hong Jian parked the car on the second basement floor of the airport parking building, sitting in a faint darkness, and suddenly felt like he felt the passage of time.

In the blink of an eye, Qi Yun has been studying abroad for more than a year. This is the first time she has returned to China, and it is also the first time Hong Jian has seen her after Uncle Qi was prosecuted.

She's still young, has she changed? How is her life now? She...... Is there another person in her heart?

No matter how reluctant they were, more than a year of time and distance pulled them apart. Needless to say, Qi Yun is nervous about schoolwork, and Hong Jian is also an extremely busy person, although they occasionally look at each other's circle of friends every day, and sometimes praise each other silently, but the real communication is actually very rare.

The phone "beeped" softly, and the soft and non-dazzling light illuminated the interior space. Hong Jian fumbled for his mobile phone and took it to his eyes to look at it.

It turned out to be a photo sent by Qi Yun. Isn't the plane she was on not yet landed? Hong Jian shook his head helplessly, and was deliberately misreported by this elf's imp.

He stupidly came to the airport to pick her up, but she was already in the city. And leisurely, sitting under a verdant tushelf.

Wait, this one seems to be a little familiar, as if it was the one he and she used to hide and seek when he was a child. Every time her tiny body hid among the green leaves, he couldn't find her for a moment.

But what's so scary about that? He searched slowly, steadily, knowing that he would find her, snatching her from behind the leaves, and then taking his hand and sending a string of silver bells of laughter to the wind.

He knew that no matter how much she hid it, she would have to let him find it. At worst, he can wait.

When the autumn is cool, Secretary Hong, who is not working, will also sit under the tumi, look at the blue sky that is getting higher and higher, and teach the two children to read the Book of Poetry:

"Hold the hand of the son, and write with the son; Hold the hand of the son, sleep with the son; Holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son; Holding the hand of the son, what more can the husband ask for? ”