(1) I remembered that in the past, when she was writing medical records in the nursing room, the pen she was writing would suddenly stop, and her eyes would unconsciously stare at the leaves outside the window, feeling that the new life in the future was like leaves blown by the wind, swaying on the branches.

His eyes used to be shining, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Finally, what was once a budding life has now become a reality, but how heavy and bitter this reality is.

Just as she stared at the rust-red curtain in a corner, there was a knock on the door, and Chang Xia turned her head, it was a white and fat square Ma Guang, reminiscent of a fat white silkworm with its head up.

The door was not closed, Ma Guang knocked on the door just out of politeness, he looked at Chang Xia who was lost, and quickly said a bunch of words, slurred, and curled under his tongue at a fast pace, but his expression and movements were clear at a glance, and the muscles of his whole body were shaking in order to match the need to speak.

He probably said that it was good for the two girls to live together, it didn't matter, Chang Xia would get used to it soon.

Chang Xia smiled reluctantly at his kindness, but he also felt some comfort in his heart.

The meal had already been served on the small table, and the two beckoned Chang Xia in the room to come out to eat.

"How? Serve a dish and spill it on the table! Make no mistake! Hearing Chunchun reprimanding Ma Guang affectionately and loudly in a long oblique voice, it looked like reprimanding a naughty and troublesome child.

Ma Guang shrank his neck, pricked up his head, and looked like he was listening to the lecture with his ears dropped, "Okay, good, it's all my fault!" I'll pick it up and eat it, no. Reaching out to pick up the food on the table, he threw it into his mouth, and ate it so loudly that he saw his black eyebrows squirming up and down on the white fat silkworm's face.

Chunchun stood at the table, holding chopsticks in one hand, staring at Ma Guang, who was sitting like a white fat bear, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was angry and helpless, his eyes seemed to be angry, and he seemed to have a charm.

Seeing Chang Xia come out, both of them smiled.

"How did you two meet?" During the meal, Chang Xia asked.

Chunchun and Ma Guang looked at each other and smiled, meaningful, as if in order not to surprise others too much, Chunchun deliberately said briefly: "We met on the Internet. The sound of "that" dragged longer than the other bytes, as if there were many stories hidden in it, and she could only stop there.

Chang Xia couldn't help laughing, this world is really coincidental.

Chunchun told Chang Xia that she was from Beijing and had only been here for more than a month.

But how could Chunchun give up her life in Beijing for Ma Guang, Chang Xia couldn't figure it out, so she secretly glanced at Chunchun again. An unfamiliar novelty shrouded the little white-collar worker from Beijing in front of him.

She is a small Sichuan girl, with a wide chin and single eyelids, and she is not very beautiful, however, when she rustles her eyes and smiles, with the swaying of the long earrings on her earlobes, it always makes people feel a vague style.

Ma Guang, he doesn't look like a department manager, Chang Xia thought secretly.

At this time, the department manager is the highest life model in Chang Xia's heart, who has just entered the city: high income, going out to work, eating restaurants, and being able to afford to buy a house in the city. Therefore, at that time, in Chang Xia's opinion, Ma Guang was not worthy of Chunchun.

Maybe lovers have their own inner mysteries between lovers, just like bees dancing a magical figure-eight dance, and that kind of inner symbol code is only known to lovers! Chang Xia smiled slightly, and then thought, just like her and Bai Xian!

"I made the beef." Chun Chun is eager to show off the results of her culinary skills. "Eating meat is delicious, that is, if you stew beef once, you will waste my gas for a few days." Ma Guang teased.

"What do you say?" Chunchun's eyes widened, his feet stomped on the ground, and he said coquettishly: "I'm going to waste gas, do you care?" ”

"Okay, okay, I don't care." Under the fire of her gaze, Ma Guang immediately surrendered, reached out to soothe Chunchun's forehead, and his palm gently slid from Chunchun's forehead to Chunchun's hair and fell on her shoulder. Chunchun immediately fell to the side softly like a wheat seedling in the field.

Both of them smiled at Chang Xia, as if to say, look, we are like this.

Chang Xia smiled and stretched out his chopsticks to clip their "love" beef, his eyes just now kept following the ups and downs of Ma Guang's palm, the action of stroking Chunchun's forehead, and the man's love and the father's love for his daughter.

After eating, Ma Guang said that he would rush back overnight. Ma Guang also came to "visit" relatives once after about half a month.

"When I first came from Beijing, I lived in Ma Guang's house, but the city was too small, and I couldn't get used to it, so I came to Fucheng."

"And what are you two going to do after that?" Chang Xia asked.

I can also think of Ma Guang's pressure to earn money in the small city below and raise a girlfriend who rents a house in the provincial capital.

"I don't know!" Chunchun replied, "Who cares about the future?" ”

She wore a checkered pair of suspender shorts, her hands still in her pockets, and when she finished the sentence, she smiled long, as if she were commenting on it.

(b)

In this vast city, there is only this room for their bodies to rest. And this city is still tightly seamed, and it will not accept her easily, beating her spirit with the harshness of survival. Only this temporary random search of someone else's house, like a shelter, temporarily took her in.

A large bed, pressed against the wall, above the door, was a window with a wooden grille, deformed over time, with rust-red curtains hanging from it. The curtain was not the landlord's, they had pulled it themselves.

Chang Xia was reluctant to tear the curtains, but the windows were not closed tightly, and when it rained heavily, water leaked into the house through the gaps; During the day, the sun outside was too hot. The use of this curtain made Chang Xia feel distressed. Now every penny spent, every time I pull out of my pocket, I have a restless reluctance.

A desk, a computer on the table, which Bai Xian took out his meager savings to buy for Chang Xia.

Chang Xia waited in this narrow space every day for Bai Xian to come back

Chunchun, a tadpole, has been swimming in Beijing since he was nineteen years old. Now, I came to Fucheng a month earlier than Chang Xia. Compared with Chang Xia, she is also an "old sparrow" anyway.

On this day, I heard Chang Xia say that she went out to look for a job in public every day, and the "old sparrow" immediately suggested that Chang Xia buy a bicycle, and calculated an account for Chang Xia, "It's more cost-effective to ride a bicycle!" Although it costs dozens of yuan to buy a bicycle, it costs at least two yuan to take a bus and go back and forth. ”

Chunchun said, cracking her mouth and smiling, the corners of her mouth were drawn into a long slit, and her small eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Now I ride a bicycle, and when I was in Beijing, I drove a private car!" Chunchun said, smiling again, his eyes narrowed, and there were thin lines at the corners of his eyes floating like a breeze blowing water waves.

I remembered that at that time, when they came out of the wine bar in the middle of the night, the traffic police stopped their car in a hand gesture, blocking the dazzling lights, and the traffic police saw several young girls in the car wearing bright baby millet-like lipstick, which was panicked and charming and smiled at him.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but take a deep breath and laugh hastily. His eyes narrowed.

Chang Xia didn't feel Chunchun's life story at the moment, and when she heard Chunchun say to buy a bicycle, she immediately said that she was going to buy a car tomorrow and let Chunchun accompany her.

Paying forty or fifty yuan at one time and spending forty or fifty yuan every month is still very concerned about this difference for Chang Xia. Going out and taking the bus feels like a lot of money, which is a dilemma for young people.