[Wide, like a sea]

In a foreign country in June, Li Jiaoran opened a package: two packs of instant noodles. The cheapest kind a few years ago. Her eyes immediately turned red.

It was her old feelings, too good to be like she never really had. They fought side by side, and the noodles they ate at the most difficult time were about to be discontinued on the market, and Du Wei painstakingly found them in vain to break the ice.

When I think about it, it turns out that so much time has passed.

Li Jiaoran first met Du Weibai when she was in her senior year, when she accompanied Mr. Zhuang, the head of the film and television department, as an assistant, to attend a film and television investment plaza salon, and he came over to hand over business cards during intermission. In the well-dressed crowd, he was simple and casual, T-shirt, jeans, and no leather shoes.

It is said that if a man has not learned to wear leather shoes by the age of 30, then he is either too bad or too good. That year, Du Weibai was just 30 years old, and he belonged to the latter.

He is very famous, he is a senior who is several years older, he was dissuaded from school due to serious absenteeism in the middle of the way, he had his first company at the age of 22, sold it a few years later, and made a fortune. At the age of 30, he had a second company, doing film and television, and his life was proud.

Li Jiaoran looked at him, his face was backed by the sun, and there were dark shadows, like a sketch.

"I don't have a business card," she said. ”

"Then you can write your mobile phone number on me." He spread out his palms—wide, like the sea.

【Young as a plump and fresh fruit】

It took a week to receive his first text message, telling her to go down to the girls' dormitory. He leaned on the black and gray sports car, beckoned to her, and took out a box of cakes from the car.

"I went on a business trip to Shanghai, and the girls there loved to eat this. I think the girls in Wuxi should also love to eat. ”

Li Jiaoran was puzzled, "I'm not from Wuxi. ”

"That beautiful woman loves to eat." He slipped the cake into her arms, slammed the gas pedal and drove away. In 2008, Du Weibai earned all the money to satisfy his ambitions and soaked all the girls he liked when he was in the good time of his life.

Li Jiaoran is just one of them.

Gradually, he took her out to dinner and to his friends' parties. The thin and small Li Jiaoran, following behind Du Weibai, was coaxed by a group of old men to ask her to drink. Du Weibai intercepted every glass of wine handed to her, called the waiter, and ordered a bunch of juice for her. Li Jiaoran sucked the juice through a straw and listened to these people bragging.

It was the height of summer, and she was as young as a plump and fresh fruit. Du Weibai patted her leg, she scolded him, but the corner of her mouth was a shallow smile.

Later, Li Jiaoran recalled more than once that if the variables of that summer had not happened, she might have been just a girl he had soaked, and then empathy, and then separation, and there would be no later thoughts.

But fate suddenly took a turn there.

[Superwoman from heaven to earth]

At the end of that summer, Du Weibai's company suddenly plummeted, and after a few days of chaos, the world around him suddenly became quiet, and at the age of 30, he returned to the time when he was 20 years old and had nothing. In addition to one more Li Jiaoran, he will deal with all the trivial matters of company liquidation and industrial and commercial cancellation; Drag him back from the bar door and put him in a clean, warm bed; Hide all the sharp things in his house, for fear he won't be able to open them......

Li Jiaoran that year was not a hero who saved the earth, but only as his superwoman who went to heaven and earth.

Du Weibai gradually eased up, thinking that there was still a property to sell and start over. He asked Li if he would like to stay and help him. When he asked, he was apprehensive, he couldn't offer attractive conditions, the only bargaining chip was just that he was good to her in the past.

Li Jiaoran was cooking porridge in the kitchen, and agreed without saying a word. They went back to Du Weibai's original business and set up a very small media company. The two of them ran around looking for an office location, and finally found a suitable house in a private villa area in the old city. It's broken enough, and the rent, water and electricity are cheap; Good location and easy access to public transport.

That early morning, Li Jiaoran and Du Weibai walked in here with the keys they had exchanged for all the money at the end. The house was bleak, and only the sunshine brought some vitality. She leaned against the cobwebbed door frame and watched Du Weibai walk into the sunlight. His back is solid. They stood one after the other, silent for a long time.

That may be the initial happiness in this old and gray-haired house, which is a flower blooming in a ruin.

In 2008, Li Jiaoran squatted on the ground, holding a brush, and wiped the ground clean and shiny.

[The sea in the palm of your hand]

The years 2009 and 2010 of her and Du Weibai can be recalled with some smells: Liushen flower water, instant noodles boiled late at night, white gardenias raised in tea bowls in summer, and bedding drying on the balcony in the middle of winter in December......

Later, of course, Du Weibai turned over.

In the first year, they moved their family out of the office building, and Du Weibai found a good place for Li Jiaoran to live. When her parents came to visit Wuxi, he specially borrowed a car from a friend to take the family of three to play happily for two days. Li Jiaoran had a good time, but Du Weibai felt guilty, "Xiaojiao, thank you for your hard work." ”

Li Jiaoran looked at him with his eyes, "It's my own pleasure." ”

When they were catching up with the progress of the project, they stayed up day and night, and Li Jiaoran was so tired that he lay on the ground to draw the design draft, and his waist could barely stand up when he finished it. He hurriedly came to help her. She was wearing his old T-shirt, and from a distance, the two looked like a brother and sister.

In those two years, they grew more and more alike, and the love that did not happen became another nutrient into their lives. Li Jiaoran sometimes looked at Du Weibai quietly, feeling sad. She knew they were missing. The summer when she followed him, full of the smell of beer, was gone forever.

In the second year, the company got better and better, and invested in a few more projects, Du Weibai gradually returned to his former appearance, and still liked the kind of girl who was as thin as a telephone pole. bought a car and occasionally took Li Jiaoran out for a ride. At that time, Li Jiaoran had some problems with her body, and the long-term insomnia made her fragile and sensitive. She looked out the window at the scene, and her eyes were full of desolation. She said: "Du Weibai, I still like you." It's been so long, and I still like it. ”

He was a little stunned, as if he had suddenly realized her thoughts, and was stunned for a while before he said, "Xiaojiao, it's already passed between us." I regard you as a lifelong friend, the most cherished friend, and a business partner. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today. ”

Li Jiaoran turned his head sideways and smiled slightly, "I know, I just want to tell you what is in my heart." ”

After that evening, they were embarrassed for several days, and then they were all right. Li Jiaoran still has insomnia, Du Weibai asked someone to bring back some natural ingredients* from abroad to her, the next day she looked much better, said: "The effect of the medicine is very mild, you can fall asleep after a short time after taking it, and you can also have a very beautiful dream." ”

The gentle and beautiful feeling was like being slowly covered by the warm lake water of that dusk, like a gentle quilt, like his broad palm, like the sea in the palm of his hand when he first saw it.

[The road cannot be traced]

Li Jiaoran is finally leaving, in the past few years, she has been like a lonely boat tied to a sad place, and now, the cable is finally loosened. Du Weibai sent her to study abroad, and she chose Brussels to study art and philosophy.

Before leaving the country, they made an appointment to have a meal together and chose a new restaurant halfway up the mountain. He arrived a little late and watched through the floor-to-ceiling window as she lay on the couch, watching a movie on her iPad, wearing a long white sweater and her hair growing much longer and scattered over her skinny shoulders. Du Weibai stared at her through the window for a long time, and she was also sad in her heart. Thinking of the past few years, he has been a teacher and friend to her, like a brother and a father, but he has no fate to be a lover.

She turned her head and looked at him through the window, tears in her eyes.

Even if you are nostalgic for the past, you also know that you can't trace the way back.

He shook her hand the most, and said in a soft voice: "Go upstairs, sleep well tonight, and I'll pick you up at the airport tomorrow morning." ”

He didn't leave that night, and sat quietly in the car all night, not feeling tired, thinking that this might be the last thing to do for her. He didn't know why he was so sad, as if he had sent away his entire youth.

In the four years after Li Jiaoran left, they had little contact, just a happy new year or happy birthday. Du Weibai didn't know if she had ever returned to China, but she never came to meet him again. He has also had a few relationships, but nothing came of it. But he gradually remembered Li Jiaoran, and his heart was like planting a fig tree with his hands, which had never bloomed, but the fruit had quietly ripened.

If it weren't for the doctor's statement that he was suffering from a disease of fading vision, he would not have made up his mind to contact Li Jiaoran. There was a thought in my heart, while my eyes were still clear, I wanted to see her again.

【After a long time】

After four or five years of meetings, Li Jiaoran was a little late. I saw Du Weibai sitting in a rattan chair not far away, his eyesight probably deteriorated a lot, showing the symptoms of presbyopia, so he held his mobile phone far away and spelled it word by word. After a while, she received a message asking where she had been and if she had lost her way.

She looked at him not far away, the face that had been in her heart since she was in her twenties, a face full of emotion and moving. The grievances of the past few years of ups and downs have been gently dissipated in that sound of whether or not to get lost, like morning mist. She walked up to him and sat down gently.

After all these years, what should we talk about?

Let's start with the first gray hair they each grew.