There was a time when I knew I was sick, and my mother thought she was hiding it from me, but I did.

It's been a long time since I've seen Jing Yao, and I haven't heard from her since the last time I said goodbye in Vancouver, where we used to chat online and sometimes she called me. There is a time difference of nearly 16 hours between City B and Vancouver, and if she can't reach me, she will leave me a message, and I will write back to her when I see it.

Jing Yao was my childhood friend, when I was a child, our two families lived close to each other, and the relationship was good, since I decided to come to Vancouver to work, I gradually lost contact with many people in China, and only she had intermittent contact with me.

We had a very close relationship in elementary school, but after we reached junior high school, we gradually talked about this intimate relationship a lot, firstly, because Jing Yao and I were admitted to different middle schools, and their families later moved to live elsewhere, so we spent a lot less time together. Second, because Jing Yao didn't like Mr. An very much, I was in a dilemma between the two of them, out of partiality, I cared about Mr. An's feelings a little more than her, so I naturally snubbed her.

Jing Yao's mother and my mother used to be alumni of the same university, my mother was a signal soldier, her mother was an intelligence officer, and they participated in military report performances together when the school art team was established, and they knew each other since that time, until later when both of them retired from the army and married, and the connection between them was never broken. Later, the two families moved to a community, and the relationship naturally climbed.

There are two or three families between our two families, and we often move around on weekdays, Jing Yao's mother I saw a lot when I was a child, she and my mother can talk very well, often two people sit together for a long time, but Jing Yao's father Chen Jiansheng I see very little, and I only see once or twice a year during the Spring Festival.

I heard my mother say that Jing Yao's mother and his father fell in love at first sight when they were young, a handsome and handsome man, a handsome son, a talented and beautiful woman, and a talented woman became a good story, only after getting married, Mr. Chen hoped that his wife would return to the family, husband and children, Jing Yao's mother gave up a good career and became a full-time wife. At that time, Jing Yao was almost full moon, and she was well-behaved and cute, and anyone who saw it was happy.

Speaking of which, Jing Yao is a few months older than me, and I should call her a sister in terms of generation, but when I was a child, she used to follow me, just like my little brother, so that for a long time I thought I was my sister. Later, my mother corrected me, but I still didn't believe it, thinking that she deliberately lied to me.

My mother was angry and laughing, pinching my nose in front of Jing Yao's mother and Jing Yao. Laughing, little clever ghost, you can take advantage of any advantage.

Although I have grievances in my heart, I never imagined that the one who likes to follow my ass all day long is actually my sister. And what my mother said was so unreasonable, I didn't think it was particularly clever, but I was a boy when I was a child. Second, I don't want to take advantage of others, but I am more competitive. However, when I grew up, I gradually understood things, and although I didn't call Jing Yao my sister, I had more respect for her in my heart.

In my impression, Jing Yao has always been a very well-behaved child, with a good personality, a good tutor, and a well-behaved and cute appearance. Although she is the only daughter in the family, she does not have the arrogant temper of the eldest lady at all, and she is too likable compared to me. When I was too naughty when I was a child, my mother always liked to move out of Jing Yao to compare with me.

Jiang Li also likes her very much, in the past, when we went to school together, he would propose that we go to Jing Yao's house together and wait for her. I didn't participate in this "threesome" for a while, and I always saw Jiang Li send her home several times and then come back. I even suspected that Jiang Li's liking and care for Jing Yao exceeded his feelings for a younger sister, but after I proposed to Jiang Li whether I could let Jing Yao be my brother and sister-in-law, and was roughly knocked by him, this reverie was naturally extinguished.

But now looking at Jiang Li, who is still single and unmarried, and then thinking of Jing Yao's fiancé, I feel that my original idea of wanting to match them is too right, at least if they can love each other, they will be happy for a long time.

In the middle of winter last year, I received a letter from the front desk staff at the Banff Resort that the postman was not at Rive based on the address

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Found my residential address, so I was forwarded here. I think the postman probably knew me too, so I asked the people in the neighborhood and found out that I was here. However, if I can write my address incorrectly, I don't think it was someone who contacted me recently, because I had a new residence a few months ago.

On the way back to the hotel room with the letter, I was thinking about who would write at this time, many of my current friends are not in the habit of writing letters, and my fan friends often write to me, but they usually send them to the Academy of Fine Arts. Knowing my address and contacting me by letter, I think the only possibility is my old friends back home.

Thinking of this, it can be regarded as a kind of "hometown timidity", I am both a little excited and a little nervous to retreat. I also had a shooting assignment that morning, so I didn't remember until I was sorting out the photos in the evening.

Jing Yao called me different, just like I used to call her Ah Jing, when I saw the envelope written "Ah Xi, Zhan Xin'an", I knew it was her.

She wrote to her that she was very happy to see my work in the exhibition at the Shanghai Art Exhibition Center. She is planning to get married and will return to City B when the project is finally completed.

I wrote back to her. The letter asked her well and wished her success in her work, but was surprised that she was planning to get married. Because I didn't expect her to get engaged early, and I didn't know anything about who she was marrying.

After I went abroad, we kept in touch the most for a period of time when I first went to the UK, and for three or four years we saw each other on and off for no more than ten times. The last time we had contact before receiving this letter was two years ago, when I had already started working and settled in Vancouver.

Jing Yao later wrote back to me that she was going on a business trip to North America after her work in Shanghai, and she could come to see me through Vancouver on the way, but I didn't expect Jing Yao to arrive at the same time as this letter. In the afternoon of receiving the letter, I suddenly received a call across the ocean, which was almost unexpected and pleasantly surprised, and I was almost moved to tears.

I haven't seen Jing Yao for two or three years, in P

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When I saw Ah Jing, I almost couldn't believe that the woman in front of me in a lilac evening dress was Jing Yao, who was as clear as a lily back then.

She has more of the charm of a mature woman than I remember, and it is a little more vicissitudes than I imagined.

Born from the heart, if the physiognomy of people records the transformation mode of the soul, I don't know if this is also suitable for Jing Yao. I couldn't peek into her heart. If eyes can convey human emotion, then I don't see a lot of happiness in her eyes.

At least for a bride-to-be who is about to get married, it's incredible.

I said, "Hey, are you okay?" ”

She stepped forward and hugged me, hugging my neck tightly: "Ah, Ah Xi. ”

When I was a child, I went to Jing Yao's house every year on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and Mrs. Chen opened the door with a smile, and I would hold up the chocolates and sweets I brought to her and say, "Hi, Happy New Year!" ”

She said, "Happy New Year, little princess! Then he called inside: "Yaoyao, look who's coming." ”

After a while, Jing Yao came out of the door, saw me, rushed over and hugged my waist tightly, and called me like this: "Ah, Ah Xi." ”

After I was invited in, Jing Yao would take me to her room, and Mrs. Chen was used to the two little sisters liking to hide and talk in their hearts, so she always smiled every time, went to the kitchen to prepare food for us, and then sent it to the room.

Jing Yao and I shared the chocolates I brought, and we also shared the dim sum that Mrs. Chen stayed up late to make. Once we've had our fill, we'll set up our easels and start drawing. Sometimes we talk and draw at the same time, and sometimes we are quiet and don't say anything.

Jing Yao always can't calm down when she paints, when we were in art class together, the teacher once criticized her by name, and she slowly realized it later, and changed it, but when it came to normal times, she was always slack. I remind her of this every time she paints with me, but she always says that it's not a class, and that there is no competition against others, so there's nothing wrong with being distracted. Once, twice, three times, and gradually I went as she wanted.

After painting, Jing Yao always said: "Ah Xi, you are better than me in painting, and I am not as good as you in any painting." ”

I could tell she was a little sad, but she wouldn't ignore me as a friend because it hurt her self-esteem. So, I asked her, "Ah Jing, do you like to draw?"

"I don't like it." She told me, a little frustrated: "Ah Xi, I'm probably not suitable for painting, I don't have this artistic talent at all." ”

I said, "Great artists don't dare to say that they are truly artistically talented, and painting is to follow their own hearts." ”

"I just don't like it," she said. ”

I could see that Jing Yao didn't like to draw, and not only that, but I also knew that she didn't like the piano.

She doesn't like the piano, she doesn't like art, but she will take piano lessons, take art lessons, and then participate in competitions, win prizes, and care about the ranking of competitions. Because Jing Yao said that Mrs. Chen and Mr. Chen liked it, and they wanted her to do it.

I always thought that she would soon be unable to draw, but until high school, Jing Yao still insisted on taking art classes every day. I think she's probably used to having art classes, or she's starting to get interested in art. But when I was in England, I received an email from her in which she wrote that she was going to a language school because she liked English translation.

I think I'm happy for her because she finally chose what she liked. It doesn't matter if I think you're a good fit, or just to meet your parents' expectations. It wasn't until she got her first job as a translator that I could tell on the phone that she was also very happy.

I always thought that Jing Yao had always had a good life, had a job she liked, a house she liked, maybe a relationship or two in the future, and then a few years later, when the relationship was stable, she would get married, and then have children, and live a perfect life in peace and happiness.