Chapter 33: Autumn Reunion

Wondering what this girl named Fu Wenxin looked like, I stared at the stage, waiting for her figure to appear. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

However, she appeared on the stage, and the white dress, as fresh and confident as in the old days, was as fresh and confident as ever.

When the piano sounded, I couldn't hear anything, and there were countless "whys" fighting in my head.

Seeing Yuan Zheng next to him, his eyes suddenly became fierce and terrifying, like a hungry wolf in the wasteland, he had never seen him with such an expression before, and it was so serious that it made people tremble. He straightened his eyes and said, "I have a hunch that this girl is my woman, I swear." ā€

I don't care what this guy says, my "self" just wants to rush onto the stage, hug this woman playing the piano tightly and ask 100,000 why.

I don't know when the piano stopped, she stood up, smiled and bowed, and the audience burst into thunderous applause.

"I'm the only one in a liberal arts university who deserves this girl." In Yuan Zheng's eyes, beauties should be reduced to her crotch, otherwise they will live in vain in this life.

I didn't bother to pay attention to him and quickly got up from my seat and left.

Yuan Zheng asked me where I was going.

I didn't say anything and went straight behind the stage.

A staff member stopped me, and I took out my press card and said, "Interview! ā€

He let me in, and I saw her sitting in front of the mirror and tidying up her hair.

I walked up behind her, and she saw me in the mirror, with a faint expression, and didn't turn around, continuing to comb her long hair.

Her hair wasn't very long, but it was black and gentle, scattered over her shoulders like a thin waterfall in autumn.

Reunited in such a way, my heart is as calm as water at this moment.

Maybe it's been boiling for too long, like a volcano that has just erupted, and the energy has been hidden, buried under layers of dust.

My opening line was simple and straightforward: "What's going on?" ā€

She said faintly while removing her makeup: "Wait until I'm done grooming and go for a walk." ā€

I said, "Okay." ā€

When I saw the two faces in the mirror, I suddenly felt extremely strange, and she and I, the two people in the mirror, didn't seem to know each other. I try to recall the bits and pieces of the past in an attempt to evoke some kind of connection between us.

The woman who thinks about it day and night is sitting in front of her, so close at hand, so unreal, is this a fucking dream?

It wasn't until I smelled the familiar faint fragrance of her that I was convinced that I was still alive, and that her youthful body was there, and I could reach out and touch it.

She ended up quickly tying a ponytail and saying, "Let's go." ā€

We stepped out of the dressing room and walked out of the auditorium side by side.

Yuan was looking for me outside, and when he saw me with Fu Wenxin, with an inexplicable expression on his face, he walked over: "What's the matter?" You guys? ā€

I said to Fu Wenxin, "This is my roommate Yuan Zheng. ā€

He said to Yuan Zheng, the second monk who couldn't touch his head: "This is my high school classmate Fu Wenxin." ā€

Yuan Zheng immediately pretended to be a gentleman, walked up to Fu Wenxin with his chest up, and said, "Hello, my name is Yuan Zheng, please give me more advice in the future." ā€

He stretched out his hand, and Fu Wenxin reached out and touched him with restraint, which was considered a greeting gift.

After speaking, the three of them were at a loss, embarrassed.

Yuan Zheng scratched his ears and cheeks like a child who made a mistake, this is the first time I have seen this cowardice, and I think it is fresh.

Fu Wenxin said to me, "You can send me back to the dormitory." ā€

Yuan Zheng realized that he was redundant at this time, and hurriedly apologized and said: "I'm sorry, you old classmates will talk first, I'll go back first to see what other wonderful programs there are, and invite you to a big dinner another day." ā€

With that, he strode away, and when I looked back at him, he gave me a strange look on my face.

She and I walked to the mirror lake of the school, and the cool night breeze blew, and people were a little sober.

Couples snuggled together by the lake, whispering and grinding their ears and temples.

Under the streetlights, our figures are sometimes stretched, sometimes shortened, sometimes glued together, sometimes very separated.

I watched them change very interestingly, and Fu Wenxin suddenly smiled: "Isn't it a surprise, it seems that I succeeded." ā€

She likes to play a little temper tantrum and play a little prank, and once in high school she said that she was sick at home and needed to be accompanied, and when we arrived at her house one after another, we found her busy cooking at home. His parents were on vacation and wanted us to try her handiwork.

It seems that this time she succeeded again.

I asked, "Why did you come back?" ā€

She said: "I actually took the college entrance examination and filled in the volunteers. When I arrived in the United States, I found that I was far away from the people I liked, and life was boring. I think this age is the time to share the good years with the people I like, and I have the opportunity to study in the United States at any time, I don't want to abandon some people at the most beautiful age, miss some people, and regret it for the rest of my life, so I'm back. ā€

She asked curiously, "What's wrong, unhappy?" I am not welcome to come to your liberal arts university? ā€

"No, the plot twist is too sudden and exciting, and I thought I wouldn't see you in the past few years." I hurriedly said.

"You don't want to see me anyway, and you haven't sent a message for so long." She feigned anger.

"I don't want to disturb your life."

"You've disturbed my life, and there's no way to escape it! Man! ā€

"This is Brother Mei's tone, and it really looks like learning."

"Stop talking, I want to kill this girl."

I said, "Tomorrow I'm going to gather everyone and introduce them to a new friend." ā€

"Speaking of friends, how's that girlfriend of yours?" She was suddenly a little depressed.

"Sister Wenxin, what are you kidding? What girlfriend? I immediately responded alertly.

She walked to the chair by the lake and sat down, with a playful face: "Don't admit it yet, everyone is making trouble downstairs in your dormitory, hum!" The whole chicken flies and the dog jumps, do you still want to hide from the world? ā€

I sat down next to her and said, "Oh, that...... That's all a misunderstanding, there's nothing between us, there's really nothing. ā€

So, I told me from beginning to end about the girl who gave me water on the basketball court and told me to meet my parents.

Fu Wenxin said: "You toss so much wherever you go. ā€

"I don't want to toss, how good it is to be quiet alone, I can survive with memories, I am a creature that feeds on memories, thank you."

"What if one day I don't have any memory left?" She asked.

I said, "I'll help you remember every day." ā€

"What a familiar plot."

We said in unison, "Adam? Sandler, "Fifty First Loves". ā€

I used to play games like this with her, one person told the story, one person guessed the main character and the name of the movie, and every time I won, she was unwilling.

Fu Wenxin said: "That day I stood in the bustling Times Square in New York, feeling very weak and strange, do you understand? ā€

I said, "I know, when I was a child, I once went to a nearby market with my grandfather, and when he was old, he didn't remember well and forgot about things, so he forgot about me and went to the teahouse to play long cards." I was alone on the street and saw strange faces, unable to find my way home, and was terrified, as if I was floating in the ocean, and at any moment a monster would emerge from the deep sea and devour me. ā€

"And then?"

"When my grandfather was playing cards and had back pain, he suddenly remembered something."

"With grandchildren?"

"No, I forgot to bring a dog skin plaster for back pain."

"Haha", she gloated at my childhood, "And when your grandfather came home to get a dog skin plaster, he found you wandering alone in the streets?" ā€

I said, "No, after he went home and got the dog skin plaster, he didn't know what he was doing with the dog plaster, and he fell asleep at home." ā€

"Poor boy." Her face was full of pity.

I said, "I wandered the streets watching everything strange for four hours, and finally was taken home by a neighbor." That was his last few months, and after that he never played cards again, sitting at home all day, staring at me 360 degrees. ā€

Grandpa was a taciturn man, and when I was a child, I was naughty and mischievous, and when I lost my temper and broke pots and pans, he would hit me on the head with his hand, and it hurt. If I didn't listen to him, he would knock again, and I had to hold my head and go to my father to sue him. When my father really wanted to teach me a lesson, he came and pulled me into his house to take refuge.

When I was a child, I went to the mountains with him to watch the growth of the crops; Let's go to the lush bamboo forest to cut bamboo; Let's watch the flies I killed with the fly swatter he made, please the ants; Sitting together under the eaves in a daze. Grandpa sat on a very shabby wicker chair, on which he sat expressionlessly, his eyes staring ahead, and constantly beating the paddle with the soles of his feet to keep his legs from tingling. Occasionally, when I asked him to tell a story, he paused, and slowly swallowed the words in his mouth: "Once upon a time, there was a talented ......" His eyes were still staring ahead, and his shoes were still beating.

Although he often forgets that Xiucai's story has been told hundreds of times, I hear something new every time I listen to it.

Perhaps, in the same way, Grandpa's grandfather told those witty and humorous stories to his children and grandchildren, each of whom was silently carrying on this cultural and emotional relay.

My grandfather's story is completely different, his eyebrows are flying, his hands are dancing, what zombies, Taoist priests, fox spirits, all kinds of children are not suitable for children, he is not afraid to tell me, sometimes he simply shows up to say, make himself the hero of the story, and mess with fox spirits and female ghosts.

When I think of my grandfather, sorrow comes from it. Fu Wenxin saw it and said, "I'm sorry to remind you of the past." ā€

"It's nothing, I've talked so much, I just want to say that the strangeness you said brother has also experienced. That bazaar is a little worse than New York, and to a little kid that's New York, people's rivers and lakes. ā€

Fu Wenxin smiled and said: "I don't belong to New York, I'm really afraid that I won't recognize you when I see you in the future, and the words I say are different from you, and the things I remember are different, I definitely can't stand being isolated like that." ā€

"Are we stupid ** really worthy of your nostalgia?" After saying the word "**", I immediately regretted it, I didn't say dirty words in front of her before, seeing that she didn't seem to care, I resumed my tone, "You should have a higher level of life than us, although I don't think there is any grade in life, as long as you live with true temperament and dignity, you do have the ability and conditions to live differently than us." ā€

She was not convinced: "You don't care how I live, why do you want to be with you guys?" I don't care what grade is not. ā€

I had no choice but to admit defeat: "Okay, good, you can come as you want." ā€