Just like we didn't say hello when we met, we didn't say goodbye when we parted.

The days of senior year seemed to be mounted on the accelerator zone, and we ran to the fork in the silence of our respective busyness.

Bean Sprouts was busy taking the graduate school entrance examination, and after I took the teaching qualification certificate, I took a bunch of various certificates that I didn't have. The bean sprouts said that it was very good, and the skills were not pressing. But I'm actually just looking for a like.

And An Luo and I are obviously in the same school, but there is no news of him. For the first time, I felt that this school was so big, and after countless turns, I couldn't reunite with that longed-for familiarity.

After graduating, I applied to teach in the mountainous areas.

In a small mountain village in the south, the school has only two floors, three classes, and four teachers.

The village is not big and there are not many children. Only grades 1 to 3. When the fourth grade children are older, they climb the mountain road and take a boat to the town's elementary school.

There are two teachers who are husband and wife, also locals, and their homes are in the village.

Another teacher is as old as the school, and for more than a decade, she has witnessed the growth of the children in the hills. Her husband is a cook in the school cafeteria. A diligent and conscientious uncle. Vegetables in the field behind the school, rice fields below. He planted it. It is also eaten by children.

I lived in a small vacant room in the school, which was originally intended for the teacher's dormitory. The room was cramped but had a great view and opened the window to see an idyllic view. In the mountains where the communication network is not good, the mobile phone is reduced to mp3. I used to sit in front of the window and listen to music, and I was used to having only one headphone with me, and the other dropping on my chest to listen to the empty heartbeat.

Sprouts would occasionally call me to talk about how she was doing, whether she had a new boyfriend or a breakup, and so on.

In the summer of the first year, I went to England to find my cousin. By the time of the winter vacation, he had already returned to China, and we spent the New Year with my aunt and uncle in City A.

I happened to pass by An Luo's house, but I couldn't meet him by chance.

The next summer, Bean Sprouts said that she had missed me to the point of going crazy, and I went to City B to confirm how crazy she was. It just so happened that my cousin went to work at a research institute in City B. Introduced Sprouts to my cousin, and then Sprouts contacted me again about how to become my cousin.

I happened to pass by many familiar streets, but I didn't meet him by chance.

The years in the mountains are easy, and three years have passed.

In the summer of the third year, I went on a trip with Bean Sprouts. The sprouts asked me, "Do you want to keep your future like this?" ”

"Isn't that good? I love spending time with my kids. ”

"Your youth passed away quietly in that hill like this, will you come back?" Bean sprouts hugged me, on the beach in summer, I don't know if the skin that hugged me was sweat or tears.

Bean Sprouts shared the trip on Moments, and then asked me, "Do you want to post a Moments too?" ”

I don't have many friends on WeChat. After graduation, I changed my phone once and never downloaded WeChat. I can't remember the password anymore. Fortunately, the mobile phone number has not been changed, and it can be retrieved.

When I log in to WeChat, I receive a lot of unread messages. Most of them are holiday greeting messages sent by friends. Only Wen Bingchen sent me a bunch of serious messages, and I didn't reply to him.

He's sharing his years with me. It turned out that he and An Luo opened a small company together to do packaging design. This has nothing to do with their majors at all. It was a real surprise.

I also posted a circle of friends, and under the sunset, I sat by the beach and listened to songs. The bean sprouts were secretly photographed, and I liked it very much. shared this photo in the circle of friends, with the text: Long time gone.

Likes and comments poured in.

"I thought you had logged out of WeChat"

"Finally bubbling"

……

Wen Bingchen came directly to a video chat, and happened to have dinner with bean sprouts, so he picked it up.

"Wow, you've finally reappeared."

"Hmm"

"Why did you become so talkative, I heard the bean sprouts say that you went to the mountains to teach, is there no signal in the mountains? Sending you so many messages and not replying. ”

"I didn't download WeChat when I changed my phone, and besides, you sent me a message, just treating me as a trash can," he sent me a message like he was writing a diary. Fortunately, he doesn't keep a diary every day, otherwise I am afraid I would not have the patience to read so many unread messages.

"If anything, it should be a monument, all of my great deeds in the past three years."

"Monuments should be used by deceased people."

"Sure enough, it's still you who can't spit out ivory from the dog's mouth."

A few noisy words with Wen Bingchen seemed to go back to that time, as if it was just yesterday, but it had been several years.

"You go to sign the contract tomorrow, I have something to do."

The voice came from the mobile phone, it was not Wen Bingchen's, it was his, I was familiar with it.

But if you don't see him, what is he like now?

"I'll tell you, I really regret starting a business with An Luo at that time, this guy is too desperate. I originally wanted to be my own boss and live a chic and happy life without being controlled, and he was a stumbling block on my happy road. Have you seen a company where bosses work more overtime than employees? Wen Bingchen complained at the end of the video.

"Are you sure your merry footsteps will be stopped?"

"With my efforts, he will definitely not be able to stop it. When are you coming to see me in City B? You can't be in the mountains for the rest of your life, right? Are you planning to become a monk? ”

I didn't answer his question. Bean sprouts also asked me. I've asked myself too. But there has been no answer in my heart.