Guo Yanfang continued to say casually: "Oh, there's no need to run over specifically for me, you can develop wherever you want, don't imprison your own future for me, City A is not a big city, I'm afraid that you will affect your future in the future." ”

Xu Ping's eyes were a little sour, and he suddenly felt that he was very good at crying recently, I don't know how many times he had cried, "It's not that you don't know that I'm alone now, I don't run with my brother, I don't have to die alone." I can still take a look at you when I go to your place, and I can take care of you when your wife is busy. ”

Guo Yanfang debunked him with a smile: "The last sentence is your original intention!" ”

Xu Ping looked at him very seriously: "What I said is serious, you must tell me the address, you must write to me, remember!" ”

"Good, good, good! I remembered! Guo Yanfang withdrew his hand and rolled his eyes at him: "Now I'm really like a girl, more broken than my wife!" ”

"Talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I'll whip you!" Xu Ping raised his hand as he spoke, but when he saw the empty piece under the quilt, he felt his fingers heavy, so he slowly put his hand down.

Even this kind of casual joke in the past has become a little difficult, and the two of them are obviously still the same people, but they are inadvertently separated by a thick film. As long as they live together on the same plane, that barrier will always exist.

Xu Ping will always remember the moment when Guo Yanfang pushed himself away, the way Guo Yanfang was crushed under the rubble and dying, and the rest of Guo Yanfang's life will be spent in a wheelchair.

These things will be like a brand burning in the softest places of his heart, growing with their friendship.

After Xu Ping returned to the team, Guo Yanfang did not contact him again.

He waited for week after week, and it had been three months since the earthquake, and many disaster relief troops had already begun to organize evacuation, and the people who should have been evacuated had already been transferred.

Half of those who are reluctant to leave are the elderly, the older ones who have deep roots here.

There are also those who want to rebuild the city, hoping that the dead city will be restored to its pre-disaster vitality, or even more splendor.

The time for Xu Ping to retire from the team is getting closer and closer.

It's been almost four months, and he's sitting in the car and watching the scenery by the window a little distracted.

Some of the roads that had been cut off have been restored a lot with the support of support troops from other provinces, and these things are the most important.

The city's power supply system has also begun to be restored, the bridge is being rebuilt, and the original piles of rocks and waste on both sides of the road have been cleared and look a little cleaner.

It's just that a large area of barren and dilapidated buildings is still like that, and under the debris, there may even be many corpses buried deep in the depths that are difficult to excavate.

These things take time to calm down.

Time is a very omnipotent thing, it can calm everything, whether it is joy, or sadness, or pain.

Only memory will bury this horrific catastrophe deep in everyone's heart.

Xu Ping touched the pocket watch in his pocket, it was still ancient

Copper-colored, it's just that after so long, the shiny metallic luster is gone, and the second hand emits a crisp "tick" and "tick" when it moves.

He flipped through his pocket watch, which had a lid on the back. He pressed the lid down with his thumb and then gently pushed it up, and the lid would automatically and slowly pop open.

There was a one-inch photo of him and Guo Yanfang in it, which was originally rectangular, but it couldn't be clipped, and he cut it crookedly.

When he first took a group photo, he was quite reluctant, and he only wanted to take a handsome photo of himself alone. So when I took it, my expression was a little stinky.

Now that I think about it, it's a good thing.

Fortunately, the photo studio was more expensive, and fortunately they took a group photo.

When he arrived at the unit, someone behind him suddenly stopped him: "Xu Ping, there is your letter!"

The light that had been dark in his heart for months suddenly lit up.

Xu Ping's fingers trembled when he got the envelope, which was a very traditional and rough yellow paper, and he could smell it from such a distance.

He was very careful when he tore the seal, for fear of tearing the letter inside, and when he took out the letter, he deliberately shook the dust on it twice, and then flicked it with his fingers.

Guo Yanfang's handwriting is upright, with a bit of a pen, just like him.

The above content first condoled him, and then told him that he is very good now, don't worry too much, his daughter has gone to elementary school, and the address is the address on the letter, because it is an old house rented, or tiled, so the address is not too specific, but I can inquire about it.

Xu Ping read the letter over and over again, until every sentence was firmly memorized in his mind, and then replied quickly to Guo Yanfang.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and winter is already in the blink of an eye.

After registering for leaving the team, he was excited and reluctant to leave the unit, but he was even more excited.

At this time, City A was not that big.

After Xu Ping got off the train, Jiang Futing looked at the city twenty years ago.

There are not many high-rise buildings, but there are still some, and the city B on the side is a relatively famous big city, and I hear a lot of talk when I sit on the train.

At that time, Xia'an District was relatively well developed, and it was the center of Shanga City.

Jiang Futing looked at the streets on the left and right, feeling that it was about the same size as the old city twenty years later, and when he passed a familiar intersection, Jiang Futing paid more attention.

In the open space, there is a place for citizens to move, and it is estimated that in a while, the Nagai Department Store will be built.

Xu Ping fumbled for the address on the letter while dragging passers-by to ask for directions.

Just when he was figuring out the specific direction, a Volkswagen Santana came galloping from a distance, and Xu Ping and Jiang Futing looked over to the other side of the road at the same time.

The car scurried wildly along the road like a wild horse with the reins in tow, accompanied by the roar of the crowd fleeing in all directions.

The car didn't stop, but sped off the road to the sidewalk.

The driver probably did too

Frightened, he hit the steering wheel and began to rush towards Xu Ping's side.

It should be a brake failure! Jiang Futing quickly judged.

"Run!"

"Ahh

"Run! This car is crazy! ”

The frightened screams of men and women kept coming from my ears.

Suddenly, he heard the shrill cry of a child who was helpless and frightened.

Xu Ping looked over, the child was only five or six steps away from him, and the little boy was very small, only about five years old at most.

Looking further on, Santana was almost a blink of an eye away.

"Ahh Mom!!! "The child cried very badly, very sadly.

Jiang Futing felt Xu Ping's body rush out, and he didn't have time to feel the soft child in Xu Ping's arms.

"Bang!" The violent, earth-shattering sound of the crash ran through his mind.

The world suddenly went out and fell silent.

Most of the memories behind were unclear fragments, and Jiang Futing felt indescribable ethereal and lonely from Xu Ping's soul.

Wandering, homeless, cold, desolate.

Most of the memories were either black and blurry, or they were illogical, jumping from here to there, and by the time Xu Ping's memories and perceptions began to regain clarity, it would probably be a year later.

Jiang Futing saw that he would stand around there every day, and he couldn't see the light when he was weak at first, so he would always wait there all night long.

The memories behind are very monotonous, from winter to summer, and then from summer to autumn.

He saw that the place was changing rapidly, the bare branches were full of leaves, from the street it looked like rows of green, and then slowly glowed bright golden, and after each gust of wind, the large swaths fell, and everything around them became bare again.

The houses on the side began to be demolished, some were only renovated, some were built as new buildings, the vacant land at the intersection was overturned, high steel bars were erected, and the Nagai Department Store was erected every other year.

On the night of the opening, the area was brightly lit, and it didn't close until ten o'clock, and it was about until 12 o'clock.

The flow of people at this point in time is much better than the previous one, at least it is not crowded to the exaggeration of being unable to walk an inch.

Xu Ping, who was standing at the intersection, suddenly paused, and there was a woman with light makeup, pushing a wheelchair from the other side of the road, staying in front of the red light and waiting quietly.

Jiang Futing saw clearly the slightly haggard person in the wheelchair.

It's Guo Yanfang.

I haven't seen Guo Yanfang for nearly two years, and his complexion is not as good as when he left the hospital for the last time, he still looks so thin, his cheeks are dry, and his gentle eyes that used to be full of stars look a little dull at the moment.

Jiang Futing felt the excitement in Xu Ping's soul, and the surrounding scenery quickly moved back.

When he came back to his senses, he had already floated in front of Guo Yanfang's eyes.

Xu Ping's soul trembled, and he stretched out carefully

own hands.

Guo Yanfang was already staring at the traffic light, his eyes were far away, and yin and yang separated the two of them from afar.

He can't see himself, and he can't see it.

Now this place no longer belongs to him, and he has been reluctant to leave according to his obsession.

The hands slowly touched Guo Yanfang's thin cheeks, and finally penetrated through.

The green light turned on, and Guo Yanfang's wheelchair was pushed forward.

Then it goes into his soul and passes through it again.

From beginning to end, the two of them never let their attention and gaze on Xu Ping for a moment.

Obviously there was no body, Jiang Futing still felt that Xu Ping's eyes were a little sour, and his body had turned back, and he looked at the direction Guo Yanfang left, which merged with the brilliant neon outside the department store.

Guo Yanfang's body floated in a faint and colorful halo, and then squeezed into the crowd and disappeared.

He once again felt the numb blandness and coldness in Xu Ping's soul, and he could see that Guo Yanfang had not had a good life in the past two years.

But if you lose two legs, how good can it be?

Xu Ping's soul is still waiting there, in the same place, at the same time.

For a long time, Jiang Futing somewhat understood why Xu Ping didn't go directly to Guo Yanfang's house, and he felt the distance between yin and yang from these times.

This distance is as wide as a vast galaxy, like a parallel time and space separated by layers, which they can never reach and never touch.

(End of chapter)