His hair was also stained with the smell of beef in the Japanese restaurant, and Liang Chan patiently took a bath, washed his hair, dried it, smeared it with essential oil, and came out of the bathroom.

The drunken Chen Xiaoyin hadn't slept yet, lying on her bed, her phone was against her mouth, and she didn't know who she was sending WeChat to, and her mouth was grunting. As I got closer, I could hear her slimy voice, calling out, "Kiss boyfriend." ”

Liang Chan knew that she was sending WeChat messages to her boyfriend.

She bent down and picked up her mobile phone from the end of the bed, wanting to ask Jiang Qishu if she was home, and when she opened it, she saw a small red dot on Jiang Qishu's WeChat profile picture.

Ten minutes ago, he sent a message announcing his safety: "I have arrived home smoothly." [Kiss]"

Liang Chan found the kissing little expression, gave him a back, then put down the phone, lay on the bed, and asked the drunken who looked energetic: "Chen Xiaoyin, aren't you still sleeping?" ”

Chen Xiaoyin yawned in response, the phone slid to the pillow, she turned over and faced Liang Chan, her chubby cheeks squeezed out a ball of meat, eating and laughing, and spoke without a beginning or an end: "Liang Chan, I still remember the first time I saw you, it was the day you transferred to Yida High School in your third year of high school, thin and weak, mournful and decadent." When someone talks to you, you will reply, and the rest of the time you are silent. The boy sitting behind us asked you something, and you were wrong......"

Liang Chan recalled the past according to her words, the third year of high school, it is a little far away from her current life, her memory has faded, it has become blurry, and she can't remember all the things.

"Are you really drunk?" Liang Chan interrupted with a smile, "I didn't stumble when I said so many words." ”

Chen Xiaoyin didn't seem to hear what she said, and said completely immersed in herself: "However, you are different now, you really look good when you smile, and you have a lot of words." ”

Liang Chan refused to admit it: "You have more words than me." ”

Chen Xiaoyin kicked her under the quilt: "Hey! ”

Liang Chan stopped messing with her, lying flat on the bed, the light in the room with the curtains closed was weak, she breathed shallowly, and waited for Chen Xiaoyin to continue.

After waiting for a long time, she didn't speak again, Liang Chan tilted her head slightly, Chen Xiaoyin was like a mobile phone that automatically turned off when there was no power, and she fell asleep in a second, smashing her mouth, and humming a strange and small snoring sound in her nose.

Liang Chan pulled up the quilt and curled the corners of his mouth silently in the dimness.

*

The biological clock was terrifyingly accurate, and after drinking alcohol the night before, he fell asleep almost in the early hours of the morning, and Liang Chan woke up on time at six o'clock the next morning.

Chen Xiaoyin was still asleep, the quilt was rolled up on her waist and abdomen like a finger cake, her legs were in a messy posture, and Liang Chan couldn't wake her up when she got out of bed to wash normally.

She went downstairs to buy two breakfasts, ate one for herself, covered the other with a hood, and threw the clothes she had changed from the previous night into the washing machine.

Liang Chan looked around, opened the curtains in the living room, and the summer sun came out early to work, swaying with a warm golden light without hesitation.

She had a free day today, wearing loose home clothes, entrenched on the carpet, unfolding the mat cloth and spreading it on the coffee table, taking out the stone that was said to be used for "archaeology", putting on gloves, holding the Luoyang shovel, and starting to dig the soil.

Time ticked by, the mat cloth was full of dust, Liang Cicada used a small brush to sweep away the remaining soil on the stone, and finally revealed the corner of the "cultural relics".

Why is it dark blue?

Liang Chan was too focused on digging the soil, and he didn't hear the door of the room open, Chen Xiaoyin walked out barefoot, his hair was unkempt, and his face was swollen after a hangover with a blank look: "Liang Chan, what are you doing?" ”

She suddenly spoke, Liang Chan was taken aback, and the Luoyang shovel almost poked her fingers.

"Open the blind box." Liang Chan was anxious to know what cultural relics were inside, so he only took the time to look at her, and pointed to the dining table casually, "Your breakfast is there, it may be cold, warm it yourself." ”

At ten o'clock in the morning, Chen Xiaoyin floated to the bathroom like a ghost, washed up, and then drifted to the kitchen to have a hot breakfast. She was so hungry that she took a big bite from the bun in her hand, her mouth couldn't contain it, she walked to Liang Chan's side and spit out vague words: "You haven't opened it yet?" ”

"It's coming."

As soon as the words landed, Liang Chan knocked out the remaining stones, revealing the original appearance of the cultural relics, which was a small boxy box.

Liang Chan was stunned and muttered to himself: "What is this, fragile product?" "So you need to wrap a box on the outside in case you damage the contents during the digging process?

Chen Xiaoyin swallowed the meat bun in her mouth and stared at the small box in her hand in surprise, which was different from the blind box of cultural relics she had seen before.

"Why is there a box? I saw that my boyfriend opened the enamel flower bottle without packaging. Chen Xiaoyin shrugged his shoulders, "The result can be imagined, because of his rudeness, the bottle shattered." ”

Liang Chan turned the box around, found the direction of the opening and opened it, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

On the contrary, Chen Xiaoyin gasped and almost choked on the food he swallowed.

What is the blind box of cultural relics, in the box is a diamond ring, not a very exaggerated style, very simple and exquisite, the octaclaw-shaped ring is embedded with a pure and shining diamond.

There was also a small rolled note in the box, Liang Chan's heart was beating fast, and his fingertips trembled slightly, and a line of familiar words came from Jiang Qishu's hand.

[Liang Chan, are you willing to marry me? 】

Knowing that she didn't like high-profile occasions, after careful consideration, Jiang Qishu finally chose to propose to her in such a secret way.

The blind box opened by her own hand was a surprise he gave her.

But this kind of marriage proposal, which did not have a crowd of onlookers, no flowers and kneeling on one knee, made Chen Xiaoyin, the only witness at the scene, moved, she covered her mouth and kept whispering: "Oh my God, my God...... Jiang Qishu is really good at it. ”

She was curious to see Liang Chan's reaction, and Liang Chan was already stupid.

Chen Xiaoyin asked softly, "Do you want to promise him?" ”

Liang Chan sat in one position for a long time, as if he had made up his mind, raised his head to look at Chen Xiaoyin, and asked a question that was not related: "Do you remember the tattoo shop you took me to at the beginning?" ”

She couldn't remember the way, and she couldn't remember the name of the shop.

Chen Xiaoyin touched the little rose tattoo at his collarbone, recalled it, and said uncertainly: "It seems to remember, what are you going to do?" ”

"Can you take me again?" Liang Chan demanded.

Chen Xiaoyin didn't know what she was going to do, but it didn't prevent her from meeting her request. She quickly finished breakfast, put on a beautiful makeup, and went out with Liang Chan.

They were sitting in a taxi, and Liang Chan opened WeChat and saw the message Jiang Qishu sent her.

Jiang Qishu: "Have you opened the graduation gift for you?" I forgot to tell you that the stone was going to be smashed open with the tools you brought inside, so be careful not to hurt your hands. Take your time and don't rush. ”

Liang Chan read it word by word, and he couldn't stop laughing with the corners of his mouth, he said that he was not in a hurry, but there was a nervous expectation between the lines, and he couldn't wait for her to see the gift immediately.

As long as it is not face-to-face, Liang Chan will not show his feet when he lies: "I slept too late last night, I just woke up, and I haven't had time to take it apart." ”

The person over there was silent for a while, and then replied with a "Okay".

Liang Chan lowered her head, and her eyebrows were also dyed with a smile, it shouldn't be her illusion, this dry "good" is full of someone's helplessness and anxiety. He must have had no intention of doing anything else all day today, until she opened the gift and gave an answer.

Chen Xiaoyin was attracted by her happy appearance, stared at it for a few seconds, and said leisurely: "It's rare that you and Jiang Qishu have been talking for more than three years and are still so tired. ”

Liang Chan put away his phone and the smile on his lips: "Why don't you say that you and your boyfriend have been talking longer than us." ”

"That's different." Chen Xiaoyin clasped his hands around his chest and snorted, "We have broken up a few times, and the longest one has not said a word for three months, and it almost broke up." ”

Liang Chan silently thought that she and Jiang Qishu had actually broken up, only that once. Because he ate Shao Linfeng's vinegar, he thought she was going to leave him.

*

The morning sun was shining brightly, not as violent as in the afternoon, and shone obliquely at the mouth of the alley. An aunt next to her sat under a parasol holding her mobile phone and watching videos, a white freezer in front of her, with a basket on top of it, containing all kinds of empty drink bottles.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the alley and stopped going inside. The alley is too narrow to make a U-turn.

Liang Chan looked out through the car window, overlapping with the picture in her memory of the evening after the college entrance examination, that is, yes, she has an impression of this alley.

The tattoo shop is at the end of the alley.

Liang Chan and Chen Xiaoyin walked across the rough stone road and stopped in front of the tattoo shop, which was very quiet and there was no sound. They walked up the stairs arm in arm, picking open the curtain of yellowed transparent plastic sheets.

The young man on the sofa heard the noise, raised his head from the tablet, put down the Apple Pencil and greeted warmly: "Tattoo here?" ”

Liang Chan remembered him, he was the tattoo artist who painted and tattooed her at that time.

The other party ushered in and sent every day.,Obviously don't remember her.,Routinely ask like an ordinary visitor.,Which of you two wants a tattoo.,What pattern is the text.,Where do you want the text.,You must think clearly before making a decision.,This thing is a lifetime thing.,It's useless to regret it.,It's troublesome to wash it off.,There will be traces.。

Liang Chan settled down, communicated with the tattoo artist about the needs, and the other party brought a tablet to design an exclusive pattern for her on the spot, and after her confirmation, she began to prepare for the tattoo.

When the tattoo artist saw the cicada and a few lines under Liang Cicada's abdomen, he suddenly said, "Eh, are you our regular customer here?" ”

Liang Chan calmly said "um": "It's troublesome, the new pattern covers the original lines." ”

"It's easy to do, trust my skills." The tattoo artist put on disposable gloves and removed a new needle to carefully sterilize, and seeing that her tense limbs were nervous, he smiled and said, "Relax, it won't hurt after applying anesthetic." ”

Whether it hurts or not is only known to Liang Chan, she closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and could clearly perceive the fine pain caused by the needle piercing into the skin.

Chen Xiaoyin was bored waiting, walked around the store with his hands behind his back, ran to the back, and just saw the finished pattern, the hem of Liang Cicada's T-shirt was lifted, and a cicada and a small tree were deeply printed on the exposed snow-white skin.

Chen Xiaoyin's footsteps slammed, and his memory quickly retraced, flowing through a turbulent river, and finding the source.

Also on the day of the end of the college entrance examination, she took Liang Chan to get a tattoo, and then they went to the class party, and in the box she asked Liang Chan: "Cicada is your name, it's easy to understand, what do those lines mean?" ”

Liang Chan refused to speak, only said: "You guess." ”

She said at the time, "I can't guess. If you want me to say, the cicada should stay in the tree, and you should write a small tree. ”

Please call her a prophet, she is right!

It was as if something was destined to happen in the dark, the cicada would meet the tree that belonged to her, shelter her forever, and would not let her die that summer.

A layer of fine sweat oozed from Liang Chan's forehead, and he slowly came out of the room with his steps.

The tattoo artist scratched the corner of his forehead and said with a little guilt: "Are you intolerant to anesthetics?" I see you're gritting your teeth and enduring the pain the whole time...... Well, I'll give you a discount. ”

Liang Chan hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, said that he was fine, paid the money, and left the tattoo shop with Chen Xiaoyin.

Walking on the bluestone slab when he came, Chen Xiaoyin asked knowingly: "Is the tree you wrote Jiang Qishu a tree?" ”

Liang Chan didn't say anything vaguely this time, and replied bluntly: "Well." ”

She couldn't wait to tell Jiang Qishu her answer in person, took out her mobile phone and dialed a call, the person over there seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and it was connected in a second, and the first thing that came into her ears was the boy's slightly rapid wheezing voice: "Hey! ”

Liang Cicada stopped, the sun above her head hit her face, she squinted slightly, the sun shone through the pale cyan veins under the thin eyelids, and her lips were pale after a pain.

Jiang Qishu seemed to anticipate what she was going to say and held his breath.

There was silence on both ends of the phone.

Liang Chan heard the cicada song coming from the old locust tree at the mouth of the alley, and she said to her beloved boy in the middle of summer, "Jiang Qishu, let's get married." ”

Jiang Qishu's breathing that he had been holding back for too long was released, and the panting sound was like a 100-meter race, and he couldn't wait to ask, "Where are you?" I'm going to see you! ”

"I'm ...... I'm in your heart. ”

Liang Chan's eyes were full of smiles, and the haze above her head was long gone, replaced by a towering tree to shade her for her to perch on in the hot summer.

Her tree, her Jiang Qi tree.

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2023.4.12—2023.6.3

It's over.

As I said in the previous article, it is a healing little story. Although throughout the whole article, most of them are abusive, but you can still taste a hint of sweetness! Needless to say, the latter part is of course quite sweet!

This is the first time I've tried to write this kind of emotional pull, emotional description and psychological analysis are more pen and ink, relatively speaking, the narrative of the story is weakened a little, and after reading it, I found that this is actually a very, very simple little story.

All in all, a fresh attempt.

Because it doesn't take much effort to write a short story, I can write as much as I want, and I'm quite happy. There will be various attempts in the future, and I hope you enjoy it.

Okay, next I want to prepare the next big book, set the framework, write the outline, write the outline, write the outline, and save the manuscript...... Ah, there's a lot of work to do, I'm going to try to meet you as soon as possible!

We'll see you in the next book, bye~

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