Mengling felt that the warmth from others, no matter how deep or shallow, would one day be exhausted - just like the people she once cherished after the age of 14 who gradually turned around to her in those two years. What is too depressing, and it is difficult to get answers for a long time, may be too heavy for Mengling's important feelings that she regards as treasures.

A few days later, the school finally had its summer vacation. In the corner of the cloudless blue sky, the sun leisurely sprinkled the light like ingots, shining on the smiling faces of the young people and girls who walked out of the campus with schoolbags on their backs, like countless cheerful little animals shuttling through the forest.

At the time of separation, Xiaoju handed over her Nikon S2500 camera to Mengling, who was looking at her helplessly.

Xiao Ju was confident: "I have to go and meet him." Bring my share and have fun with him. ”

"That's how you want to sell me?"

"But! Even if that, sue, confession is successful, you are not allowed to kiss him! ”

"Why do I confess and don't say it first. So why can't you kiss if you succeed? Success means that he and I are a couple, and I think it's normal for couples to kiss each other. ”

Xiao Ju puffed out her cheeks and said, "Anyway, it's not good!" ”

Meng Ling looked at her and said, "What about holding hands?" ”

Xiao Ju was depressed for a while, and pouted: "That, it's not okay to clasp your fingers tightly, just simply, if you gently pull it when crossing the street, you can barely pass the test." Oops, what a shame! Why do you want me to go into such detail? ”

"I still think it's subtle...... And I always feel like it's troublesome. Xiaoju, I want to stay in Jinhai City to work and earn some money during the summer vacation, so that you don't have to put me here, and you don't have to care about those subtle rules, we can also meet, right? ”

Meng Ling is familiar with Xiaoju's character, so she never pushes her up with anything. Letting her see a bright and happy future is the easiest way to get her to take the bait.

However, Xiao Ju took a step forward, looked at Meng Ling with a serious gaze that she had never seen before, and said, "Meng Ling, although we have known each other for a short time and my head is a little stupid, I know that you are hiding something from me.

I'm still very confident in my sense of smell - my dad used to hide cigarettes in his shoebox, and I was the only one in the family who sensed what my dad was hiding, and my mom rewarded me with 20 yuan for it.

I didn't say anything before because I knew Mengling that you were for my good. You're always gentle, and I like the way you think about others. But that's why I occasionally wish I could do something for you. ”

"Chrysanthemum ......"

"Mengling, you only mentioned your childhood sweetheart to me once, and it was the first time I saw you smile so happily - usually you just look at me and smile faintly, so many teeth but you can't even see a front tooth.

But then you smiled at least eight teeth, eight! Live like an advertising model for a dental hospital. I hate to admit it, but I'm a little jealous. That's not the point, though. Mengling, if you like him so much, it's better to meet him as soon as possible. ”

Olfaction.

Not long ago, the reporter who remembered that he was not very popular seemed to have said something similar. What the hell is this, Meng Ling estimates that she will not be able to figure it out in her life.

She can only rely on experience and what she sees to decide where to go next. And a lot of times, it's a passive choice. But there is one point, it may not be said by Xiao Ju.

Meng Ling silently held the camera, stroked it gently, looked up at Xiao Ju and said, "I don't dare to say anything about the beach and the aquarium, but try to take as many pictures of you as possible." The scenery is also possible, right? ”

Xiao Ju grinned: "Of course! ”

Meng Ling looked at her quietly, silently inserted her fingers into her short fluffy hair, and finally rubbed it. Xiao Ju blushed a little, but it seemed to be quite useful.

On the way home, after going to the supermarket to buy some cauliflower, green onions, cucumbers, and a bottle of salad dressing, Mengling took the tram back home. The building next door is an old three-story wooden house that seems to be inhabited by a family of three.

There are always clothes or quilts hanging on the balcony. Meng Ling looked over from the balcony of her house, and she could always see a towel lying on the roof, maybe someone's towel was blown away by the wind and happened to fall there.

After putting the ingredients into the Xiaoice box, taking a hot bath, and changing into a loose gray cotton T-shirt and yellow sports shorts, Mengling picked up her mobile phone and dialed the number she hadn't dialed for nearly two years while blowing a small breeze on the balcony.

Maybe he changed his phone number. Even if you don't tell yourself after the change, whether it's intentional or unintentional, it's understandable.

Wait, if Zhang Hang has a girlfriend and now happens to be with his girlfriend, and he happens to go to the toilet, and then her girlfriend answers the phone call for him, how can he explain it? Meng Ling shook her head and smiled bitterly, finding that her brain hole was not small.

Out of the balcony of the building next door was the figure of a slightly wealthy middle-aged housewife wearing an apron. She saw Meng Ling smiling and nodded, and Meng Ling also smiled politely. It seems that he came out to collect clothes. The weather forecast says rain in the afternoon.

Soon, the phone rang out, and after a short cacophony, a slightly muffled, and distinctly inaudible voice of irritation came. It seems that he is not in a good mood at the moment.

It was unlikely that he had just woken up, and Meng Ling remembered that he didn't get out of bed. Could it be that the number has changed? Oops, awful. Meng Ling thought silently.

"Hello?"

"Well, it's me, how are you doing?"

“…… Ah, Mengling! Is that you? There was a slight bump of panic on the phone, but the overflowing joy relieved her a little.

"Well, I haven't been in touch for a long time, and I don't know how you've been doing lately, so it's convenient to answer the phone?" Meng Ling grasped the sense of distance accumulated by the two and chose the right words.

"Of course, of course, you wait a while, you're busy with something else, and you answered the phone without looking at the number. Don't pay too much attention to the bad tone just now. ”

"If I'm busy, I'll fight later."

"No, one minute, oh no, 30 seconds."

"I don't care, I'm very idle, you take your time."

There was a sound as if many paper documents were hurriedly stuffed into a brown paper bag, and a strange feeling arose in Mengling's heart. She couldn't see what he was doing, so why put it away.

Maybe there are others around? Girlfriend? But is that document something that even a girlfriend can't see?

Meng Ling waited quietly, and sure enough, Zhang Han's gentle voice full of vitality immediately came over as if the soul had returned to its place.

"I'm sorry to wait a long time, so I packed something. I've been bothered by this stuff lately. ”

"It doesn't matter. But are there anyone else around you? ”

"No, I'm at home, I'm living by myself."

"Then why put it away, I can't see what you're doing." Meng Ling chuckled lightly after speaking.

There was a hint of hesitation on the other end of the phone, and Zhang Hang said a little mysteriously: "It's not a secret, I always feel that something is secretly observing me for a while, and I don't know who sent me a document anonymously not long ago." I flipped through and looked at it, and guess what? ”

"What's wrong?"

"This document ...... It's a copy of the long "Forbearance" you wrote. ”

Meng Ling was stunned, and a sentence suddenly appeared in her mind.

"When the echo resounds, pervading the world, all things will be affected, and no one will be spared. I can only endure and wait quietly for the echo to dissipate completely. ”

This is the first sentence written by Meng Ling at the beginning of "Forbearance".

"Forbearance" mainly tells the story of a 14-year-old girl who discovers one new world after another in a cave. It's not realistic.

However, because of the personal fetishness of the description, the absurd and eccentric style has caused a lot of waves in the literary world. The plot is choppy and fragmented – and if you don't see the end, you're likely to feel like you're snooping into the mind of a psychopath.

But after reading the last sentence at the end, people all feel that this film is so real that it is creepy.

If this is not her personal experience, it can only show that she is a true genius - "Forbearance" bypasses all logical thinking, cuts out all the cumbersome steps in a big way, grabs the real thing, and reveals it to people in a bloody way.

And the artist is probably such a person who has the qualifications to avoid cumbersomeness. The first winner of the "Minhua Literature Award", Kang Yun once said in an interview with the theme of "Forbearance".

Meng Ling held the iron railing of the sun-drenched balcony, frowning slightly, thinking about what Zhang Xuan's words contained that made her uncomfortable. It's like a grain of sand in a shoe.

She may be about to embark on a journey. At the finish line, she hopes to meet Zhang Hang. What can happen. So she needed to remove that grain of sand. Before Mengling was in a car accident, she liked to climb mountains of different heights and heights the most.

That's why I came across that cave. She knew very well how tired a grain of sand in her shoes would be during the long climb.

"Everything you think shouldn't be there – like shoddy gears being planted in precision machinery by a rookie craftsman. One by one, it is imprinted in my mind, no need to evaluate and judge, and the whole thing is stored in a drawer. All that's left is to wait and listen, and the time will come quietly. "The words written by Meng Ling at the end of the first chapter in "Forbearance".

I wasn't a genius girl, I walked into that cave, I saw real and strange things happening with my own eyes, and when I went back, I wrote it down as words according to the impression in my mind, and that's it.

The whole process did not pause at all, and a pair of transparent eyes guided me by my side, carefully reliving the events of that day on my behalf.

She was not in the cave at the moment, and her transparent eyes were also watching Meng Ling finish writing the last word, and then slowly melted into the air and disappeared. But the strange feeling when she first came back from the cave seemed to find her quietly again two years later.

Meng Ling hugged the phone and was silent. Zhang Hang sensed the atmosphere and patiently waited for Meng Ling to finish thinking.

"Zhang Hang, have you read that copy?" Meng Ling tried to find it.

"Of course. I read "Forbearance" once. I read the copy this time after it arrived. ”

"Is there any difference?"

"Do you mean content?"

"No, it's not just the content, everything is included, what do you think is different, if there is anything I want you to tell me."

"It's a bit tricky...... If you just talk about the content, I don't think there is any change, but if you insist on saying that it is different...... That may only be my subjective feeling, so don't worry about it - the content of the copy is always more comfortable and smooth to read. ”

More comfortable and smooth. Meng Ling repeated in a low voice.

"Well, but that probably has a lot to do with my reading habits. When I read books, I usually peel off the outermost cover of the book and throw it away, and I don't want any bookmarks or anything like that.

If there is anything like a guide or testimonials in the book, it will all be torn clean, leaving only the text. So this copy, although inexplicable, unexpectedly suited to my taste. By the way, that's how I handled the book "Forbearance". ”

Meng Ling nodded abruptly. Perhaps Zhang Hang is the person who understands the book "Forbearance" the most. His approach is similar to his own.