When Wen Chen came back from Japan, it was Zhao Ying and Song Minyou who went to the airport to pick her up.

Wen Chen appeared at the exit gate with his luggage, and saw Zhao Ying holding an exaggerated "missing person notice" with Wen Chen's name written on it with a black marker, and it was obvious that the stroke order when writing the text was wrong. When Zhaoying writes the word essay, he always likes to write a dot, apostrophe, and pinch first, and then fill in the middle of the horizontal line. Wen Chen corrected her several times and told her that it was wrong to write like this, but Zhao Ying still didn't think so, she was such a modern woman who was wanton and willful and disregarded the eyes of others, just like she went to the airport to pick up Wen Chen.

Zhao Ying asked Song Minyou to hold the billboard, and she took a big horn herself, and she tried to look out on tiptoe to let her eyes sweep over the crowd. After no result, she turned on the horn and shouted: "The text of the article, the morning of the morning, where are you, Wen Chen?" ”

After repeating this three times, she finally saw Wen Chen.

The airport is crowded, and partings and reunions are happening everywhere. Wen Chen saw Zhaoying, a good roommate and good sister who had not seen him for many days, and ran to hug her excitedly. She found that many people looked at the two of them with strange eyes, and she didn't feel ashamed, but she didn't feel comfortable with this feeling of being noticed since she was a child.

Wen Chen pushed Zhao Ying away and found that this little girl had lost weight again. Thinking about it, when I held her, my bones hurt a little.

"Chenchen, I miss you."

"I see. Look at how thin I am getting thinner and thinner like this, I really feel sorry. Wen Chen pinched Zhao Ying's face, she felt that she had only pinched a layer of skin, not much flesh.

"You feel sorry for me, why don't you come back sooner? A guy who will only be false to me in words. Having said that, Zhao Ying still smiled at Wen Chen, revealing her big white teeth.

"You two don't just stand here either, go get something to eat?" Song Minyou, who had been standing by and watching the two of them without speaking, interrupted their reminiscences.

Wen Chen saw Song Minyou standing aside, without the embarrassment before going to Japan, but he was still a little uncomfortable. She found that Song Minwoo seemed to have lost some weight, and the lines of his side face became clearer and tougher.

"That's right, let's go eat something in the morning. Song Minyou has made a lot of money recently, and we will give him a good beating. ”

"You two go, I'm too tired today, I want to go back and get some rest."

"Then I'll send you back first." Song Minyou said.

"If Chenchen doesn't go, then I won't go either."

So, Song Minyou drove Wen Chen and Zhao Ying back.

Night fell quietly, neon lights lit up one after another, Wen Chen sat in the back seat of the car, watching the night scene outside the window flash quickly in front of her eyes, as if the movie was pressed the fast-forward button, and the moviegoers had already flashed before they had time to see the picture clearly.

Zhao Ying leaned on Wen Chen's shoulder, his eyes closed, as if he was a little lacking in interest because of the unsuccessful extortion.

Song Minyou looked at the two people sitting behind him from the rear mirror of the car, and said, "It's too quiet in this car, let's put on some music." ”

The melody of the music slowly flowed through the car, and a deep male voice began to sing in a low voice along with the music.

What is the suffering in this world, I'm afraid I won't be able to meet you. The world is a bit fake, but I fell in love with him somehow. Huang Liang has been dreaming for 20 years, and he still doesn't understand love or love, the people who write songs are fake and serious, and the people who listen to songs are the most ruthless.

"What kind of song is this? It's hard to hear. Zhao Ying opened his eyes and asked.

"Chen Sheng's "Outside the Peony Pavilion"."

"Song Minyou, you're about to turn it off, this song is not good at all."

The person sitting in front of the car listened to Zhao Ying's words and turned off the stereo. The interior of the car was quiet again. Wen Chen didn't speak, and continued to look at the night scene jumping outside the window, in fact, she knew in her heart that this song "Outside the Peony Pavilion" was not unpleasant at all, and it was even more unique to be sung by a person like Chen Sheng, who had gone through all kinds of red dust.

None of the three people in the car continued to speak, each with their own thoughts.

Wen Chen returned home, took a shower and went into his room to rest, even putting his luggage aside, too lazy to pack up. As she was about to fall asleep, she felt someone push open her door and crept into her bed. She rolled over and turned her face to the window, looking out at the shadowy, dim light outside.

The man quietly climbed onto the bed, stretched out his right hand and grabbed Wen Chen from behind.

"Chenchen, are you asleep?"

"Not yet, soon."

"Chenchen." Zhao Ying wanted to speak and stopped.

"Hmm."

"You...... Did you figure it out? ”

Zhao Ying didn't say what "that incident" was, but Wen Chen knew in his heart what she was talking about.

"Well, almost."

"So, what was your decision?"

"Tell you tomorrow, is that okay? Let's rest tonight. ”

"Okay, you must tell me tomorrow, so can I sleep with you tonight? I haven't seen you in so many days, but I miss you. ”

Time is like sand in an hourglass, passing little by little, the two people no longer talk, slowly falling into a deep sleep as time passes, and only the sound of breathing remains in the room.

Fate is such a thing as a really bizarre thing, and when you are still feeling wonderful about it, it is fleeting.

In the early morning, in addition to the birdsong, you can also hear the aerobics slogans shouted on the radio, and the cries recorded by the breakfast vendors themselves. Wen Chen only felt that these voices had been echoing in her ears. Probably because he had been exhausted during the trip to a foreign country, Wen Chen slept deeper than he ever in Japan after returning home. When she got up, she found that Zhao Ying was no longer visible to her.

Zhaoying, it's rare to get up earlier than her.

She got up to wash her face and brush her teeth, and saw Zhaoying standing on the yoga mat doing morning exercises, following the people on the TV doing the same movements, shouting in her mouth: "One, two, three, four, two, two, three." The washing machine on the balcony hummed, as if to express its dissatisfaction with its daily labor.

Wen Chen went to the toilet to brush his teeth. There wasn't much toothpaste left, and it took her a little effort to squeeze out a short strip of white paste on the toothbrush. She looked up at herself in the mirror, a good night's sleep, and the dark circles under her eyes seemed to fade a little.

When she was brushing her teeth, she heard Zhaoying's voice from the living room: "Chenchen, I'll help you put the clothes you took off last night into the washing machine and wash them." ”

Wen Chen gritted her toothbrush and said hello, and then she thought of something and immediately raised her head. She poured a mouthful of water into her mouth with a glass of water and spit it out, and before she could dry her mouth with a towel, she hurried to the balcony.

As soon as she opened the lid of the washing machine, the washing machine stopped automatically, and the clothes were hidden under the foam and sewage. She reached out and searched for a long time through the pile of clothes before she found the pair of pants she was looking for, which had twisted into a ball under the powerful turn of the washing machine. She frowned slightly, barely reverting her twisted pants back to their original shape, and pulled out the contents of her right pants pocket. The pile of things that were pulled out were some change and a white card that had been soaked in water.

She looked at the wrinkled business card in her hand, the printed font on the business card had already been blurred, and only one of the Ji characters was still missing and left on it, which was vaguely recognizable.

Wen Chen rubbed the surface of the business card that was no longer smooth with his thumb and fingertips, and stood in front of the washing machine for a moment before sighing slightly.

I'm sorry, Han Jixing.

Fate is so bizarre.

After Zhao Ying heard the movement, he also walked to the balcony. She saw Wen Chen holding a few soaked banknotes and a white piece of paper that she didn't know what it was, and she felt a little worried in her heart. Her instincts told her that she seemed to be doing something wrong.

"Chenchen, I'm sorry, I forgot to touch your pocket. Didn't wash anything, did you? ”

"No, it's fine...... Never mind. ”

Wen Chen said three words in a row, which made Zhao Ying more aware of her mistake. She walked up to Wen Chen's side and broke Wen Chen's fingers holding things one by one, and she saw the crumpled business card. She spread out the business card, and she only saw the word season.

"Season? Chenchen, what is this? ”

"Someone I met while traveling in Japan, he gave me this business card and said that he wanted to continue to contact him after returning to Japan, and then you saw it as well." Wen Chen smiled bitterly.

"So, don't you have his phone number saved?"

Wen Chen's tone was a little regretful: "Before I could save it, my phone number was washed away by the water." ”

"I'm sorry, Chenchen, I didn't mean to, I ...... I ......"

Seeing Zhao Ying's guilty appearance, Wen Chen instead opened his mouth to comfort her: "I said it's okay, it's just a passerby who met by chance in a foreign country and didn't have a deep friendship, and if the business card is broken, it will be broken." ”

She pulled Zhao Ying's bitter face: "Don't be sad, I'm not so sad, come, give my sister a smile." ”

Han Jixing, I'm sorry, this is providence.

Zhao Ying smiled at Wen Chen, but unfortunately laughing was more ugly than crying.

When Song Minyou took the initiative to contact Wen Chen, it was already a week after Wen Chen came back. At that time, Wen Chen had already told Zhaoying the answer.

Zhao Ying asked Wen Chen directly the day after Wen Chen returned: "Have you thought of the answer to Song Minyou?" ”

Wen Chen stretched out his left hand and gestured to her, and Zhao Ying instantly understood. In many people's consciousness, V is yes, but this is not the case between Wen Chen and Zhao Ying, V means 2. For them, 1 is yes and 2 is no, so Wen Chen chose no, and the answer was no.

After knowing Wen Chen's choice, Zhao Ying felt sad and sympathetic for Song Minyou, but at the same time, he felt faintly happy in a small corner of his heart. Her heart was like knocking over a spice bottle, with mixed tastes.

"I'm sorry."

Wen Chen refused very simply, without the slightest bit of mud and water. She clearly saw Song Minyou's expression change from expectation to indifference, and finally revealed a loss that could not be concealed, allowing it to jump from the bottom of her heart to her face.

"Can I ask why?"

"Sometimes when a person has been single for a long time, it is not easy to accept others intruding into her life. Or maybe I've been too deep in a previous relationship and haven't decided to accept a new relationship. Wen Chen took a breath.

"Although I am very disappointed that you rejected me, your explanation makes me feel that I still have a little chance." Although the words were said to Wen Chen, they were actually a period of self-comfort.

Song Minyou remembered that when he saw Wen Chen falling out of love, he went to the White Pigeon Park to feed the pigeons, and saw a girl squatting in the White Pigeon Park and hugging her knees and crying. She cried for a long time, so long that Song Minyou fed all the pigeon feed in his hand, but she still saw the girl squatting there and crying silently, as if she wanted to turn all the water in her body into tears and drain it.

He walked over and handed her a tissue, and after a few seconds, the squatting girl reached out to take the tissue and said thank you. Song Minyou didn't turn to leave, just watched her wipe away her tears with a tissue, then stood up and tightly squeezed the tear-soaked tissue with his right hand.

Only then did he see clearly the face of the girl who was crying in front of him, and he was stunned, because he was very familiar with this face, and he tried hard to search in his mind for the name that corresponded to the face-

No. 10, Wen Chen.

On weekdays, he often goes to a cake shop to buy cheesecake. One day, when he went to check out, the cashier, who was wearing a No. 10 badge with the word "Wen Chen" written on it, said to him: "Sir, don't you get tired of eating cheesecake every day?" Why don't you try our matcha cake, it's also delicious? ”

He looked at her with a serious and sincere look, a smile on the corner of his mouth, gentle eyebrows, and bright eyes, which were completely different from the indifferent cashiers he had seen in the past. He couldn't bear to refuse the honest girl in front of him, and then he changed the cheesecake to matcha cake.

Therefore, he thinks that some people have probably only seen one side, which is enough to make people's hearts move.

He wondered if it was true, as Wen Chen said, that she had invested so much in her last relationship that she couldn't leave it now. But if that's the case, he has enough patience to wait for Wen Chen to accept him.

Isn't that true to liking someone?

Silently by her side, asking for nothing in return or results.

Zhao Ying kept looking at the clock hanging on the wall at home, she silently counted the time, her heart beating to the rhythm of the second hand. Seeing Wen Chen open the door and come in, she got up from the sofa with a pout.

Wen Chen was obviously stunned when he saw Zhao Ying's reaction.

"Zhaoying, what are you doing here? Seeing me come back reacted so much. ”

"I, I'm just waiting for you to come home. You told him? ”

"Well, I said I don't want to be in a relationship yet."

"So, what did he say?"

"I don't say much, respect my prudent decision."

"He sent you back?"

"No, I came back on my own, and he said he wanted to go and relax alone."

As soon as Wen Chen finished speaking, Zhao Ying opened the door and ran out, she didn't even bother to wait for the elevator, and went downstairs with her high heels clicking. Fortunately, the floor where the two of them lived was not high, otherwise she was really worried that Zhao Ying would twist her foot.

Wen Chen ran to the window, pushed the window open, and shouted to Zhao Ying, who had just come out of the stairs: "Zhao Ying, where are you going so late?" ”

"I'm going outside for a little bit of something, you don't care about me, don't wait for me, go to bed early."

Then, after a while, Wen Chen looked out of the window and saw that she was nowhere to be seen.

Zhao Ying found Song Min-woo in White Pigeon Park, where Song Min-woo was sitting on the stone stairs in the park, and there were two Heineken beside him, one of which was empty. He sat there alone, bored, feeding the pigeons.

"I knew you were here, I'm so smart." Zhao Young grinned and walked over to Song Minwoo and sat down on the other side of him who didn't have a beer.

"yes, you're really smart." Song Minwoo's eyes were still fixed on the pigeon pecking in front of him.

"Anyone who is rejected by their loved ones will always want to go to the place where they first met to relax, and my radio listeners do that."

Song Minyou laughed out loud: "Your news is really well-informed, you will know it as soon as I was rejected." He picked up the beer next to him and took a sip, "Then what are you doing here to find me?" I don't want to see what I looked like when I fell out of love. ”

"Song Minyou, I'm angry when you say that. We've known each other for so long, am I that kind of person in your mind? Zhao Ying raised his hand and patted Song Minyou on the shoulder.

"Ahem, ahem!" Zhao Ying slapped the beer in Song Minyou's esophagus into his trachea.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, are you okay?" Seeing Song Minyou coughing, Zhao Ying quickly patted him on the back gently, and said while patting, "I'm a love expert Zhao Ying who has heard countless love stories, and I came here tonight to enlighten you." Hey, let me tell you a touching love story, let you know that there are so many distressing loves in this world, and you are just an inconspicuous one. ”

The love story that Zhao Ying said was about an elderly couple. The grandmother was terminally ill and lay on her hospital bed waiting for death to come. Suddenly, one day the old grandfather told the old grandmother that her illness could be cured, because the hospital introduced the most advanced treatment technology and medicines from abroad, and the old grandmother was very happy that she could spend more time with her wife. It didn't take long for the grandfather to take the grandmother out of the hospital, and he told his wife that her condition had improved and she didn't need to be hospitalized. After suffering from illness, the two old men understood that life is too short and they need to be happy in time. Two old men who have been frugal for most of their lives took out all their savings, and they traveled to the distant shores of the ocean, hired a chauffeur to drive them for them, boarded a luxury cruise ship for vacation, and were lucky enough to sing a song on the cruise ship with an orchestra.

The old man was happy when he saw the old grandmother, and he was also happy. He didn't tell his wife about her true illness, in fact, the grandmother's time was running out, and all the grandfather did was to let the grandmother spend the last days of her life happily.

"And then? Does the grandmother know about her condition? Or is it already ...... Passed away? Song Minyou asked her.

"I don't know, the person who called me was the old man, he didn't say what happened, he just wanted to order a song for his wife."

"What song?"

"I only care about you."

Song Minwoo didn't ask any more, he took a sip of beer and found that the last beer he had drunk was also drunk by him. He got up and threw the two empty cans into the trash, turned to look at Zhao Ying, who was still sitting there, put his hands to his mouth and shouted, "Hey, you can't leave, I'm leaving." ”

The pigeons in the park were frightened when they heard the sound, and they spread their wings and flew into the distant sky, but there were also a few bold pigeons, as if they did not hear the call, and still bowed their heads to peck at food.

Zhao Ying stood up when she heard the sound, she shook her legs that were a little numb, and ran to Song Minyou.

"Hey, did the story I told move you? Does it make you feel that you are too hypocritical compared to the life and death separation of the two old men? ”

“…… I don't want to talk to you. ”

"Then have you figured it out, you still have a chance, after all, Chenchen just said that she doesn't want to fall in love for the time being."

Zhao Ying lied, how could she not know after listening to so many love stories, Wen Chen said this, which meant that the possibility of the two being together was almost zero.

Zhao Ying looked at Song Minyou, who was much taller than her, and her psychology was a little complicated, but she never told him the cruel truth of love.

Song Minyou didn't respond to her, just looked at the night sky quietly for a while, and then said softly: "It's late, I'll send you back." ”