Z-03: Thank you
Refused Xiaoqing's request to send him back to the dormitory, sent Xiaoqing to the car, and walked alone in the direction of the unit, in fact, it was not too far, and it took twenty minutes to walk at his speed.
He covered the wound on his left hand with his right hand and walked briskly. It's not that I'm afraid that those people will chase after me again, but I can't walk on the street! And he believed that those people simply didn't have the guts to catch up again. Only the oleander leaves on the side of the road were blown by the evening breeze, as if they were wailing.
Although this is a main road, because the economy was not very developed in the era, there was nothing on both sides except the fence, so there were not many pedestrians at night, and it was very clean. But he found that his hunch this time was not quite right, because there were very rapid footsteps following him, and he listened carefully to the sound of high heels, could it be Xiaoqing's crazy girl following him! He turned around and said, "I told you to go back to ......."
As soon as the words came out, he saw that it was not Xiaoqing, but the familiar but unfamiliar face in the "Mengyun" hair salon. It could have been that his voice was so loud that it startled the girl. Seeing her frightened look, he quickly said, "I'm sorry, I thought it wasβI'm so sorry, I didn't scare you!" β
The girl took a sip and said, "What do you think it is, your girlfriend?" β
He looked at her suspiciously, his eyes full of puzzlement, wondering how she could have thought of this.
"It's that girl just now! Isn't it your girlfriend? β
"Just now?"
"I've seen it all."
"Oh. That's not, just a friend. After saying that, he turned around and walked away, although the weather was not very cold, but the night wind at night was still a little biting, and he shed a lot of blood, he couldn't help but shiver.
"Slow down, I couldn't catch up with you just now, and I have to run."
"What are you doing with me?"
"No, I'll go back to the store. I went home today, and I just came back and got off the bus to see what had just happened. β
"Oh, hurry up then." He remembered that her accent was not from the city, but from the suburbs or a nearby county.
"It doesn't matter, go to the hospital. You see a lot of blood! The girl's tone was a little nervous.
"Nothing, get used to it." Indeed, for him, such a reckless and non-defeating personality in society in recent years has really made him accustomed to it, and his height and body shape determine that he must be more able to bear it than many people.
"But that's not the way to go, orβ" The girl hesitated, "or don't go to my shop, I have disinfectant and cotton yarn somewhere, and sometimes I scratch my hands." β
He thought about it, turned his head to her and smiled and said, "Okay, then bother you!" β
"Count it in return for the last time I bothered you." The two shallow dimples were as clear in the moonlight at night.
The girl disinfected, medicated, and bandaged him, and although she was careful, it hurt him, but he could bear it. But he saw a trace of tears flashing in the girl's eyes. Looking at her figure as she cleaned up, he suddenly wanted to know what kind of person she was, and why he always felt that she was so different from him.
"Thank you so much. But I don't know your name yet, what should I call you! β
"The name of my store is my name." The girl smiled, and the two shallow dimples showed up again, which was really beautiful.
"Dream Cloud"?
"Right"
"What a beautiful name, as gorgeous as a dream, as free as a cloud"
"Illusory like a dream, drifting like a cloud." Mengyun was a little resentful, but still smiling.
"The understanding is different." While Mengyun went to pour water, he looked around at the 30-square-meter boudoir upstairs in her hair salon. The room is very simple, the whole room is arranged in a simple but beautiful layout, which shows the delicacy of the owner. On a bed of white sheets was a light purple lace pillow, a double-sided cabinet, a dresser, a three-seater sofa, a 21-inch television, a table, and several high stools. On the wall hung an 18-inch color photograph of herself, and the guitar in the corner caught his eye because it was almost brand new.
Mengyun came back from pouring water, interrupting his eyes as he was looking around. "I don't know your name either, I just heard others call you Xiaohua, is that your name?"
"Yes. My surname is Wang, and my single name is a Chinese character. Very common name. As he spoke, he loosened his bundled hair, which he liked to feel like was falling smoothly over his shoulders.
"But people are not ordinary, as if many people are afraid of you."
He smiled helplessly, how could she know that he was not tall and a little thin, and at that time, some Burmese students could even bully him when he was studying. But he didn't want to do this, which is one of the reasons why he chose to work instead of studying, he was too eager to have a world that was recognized and respected by others. He didn't want to tell her this, after all, it was in the past, and there was no need for it. So he turned the subject, pointed to the guitar and said, "You can play guitar too?" β
"No, I just wanted to learn, but I couldn't find anyone to teach me, so I sold it and kept it as an ornament, and it was almost an antique."
"That's younger than me, my guitar has been with me for more than three years."
"Teach me when you have time, I didn't know that you played the guitar very well that Xiao Yang got a haircut that day."
"Okay, no problem if you have time." He stood up and walked over. Grab the guitar and sit on the couch to adjust your position.
"I didn't mean now, your hands?" Mengyun hurriedly said.
"It's okay, I didn't teach you at this time, I just played it myself, and my hands were a little itchy."
He put his two hands on the strings and played it gently, and his slightly low voice also sang to the sound of the piano: "I thought that if I could keep the moon, I could keep you, all the sincerity is handed over to you, and you decide the direction, whether it is chasing the sun or the beauty of the night, I am the eternal cloud by your side." I thought that if I could leave my true feelings, I could not love you enough, and waiting for you every day was my happy loneliness. But I don't know why it rained that day, why your long hair can still be so chic. Watching my heart stay in the rain, let the rain erode me, let the rain cover me, and extinguish my love and not breathe. You're still so beautiful! β
Mengyun has been sitting next to him in a daze, looking at him blankly, waiting for him to finish the song. Not a word was spoken.
Falling the last note, he turned his head and saw the two crystal tears in the gloomy eyes on the focused face that were particularly dazzling under the light, and couldn't help but reach out to the corner of Mengyun's eyes to gently wipe the amorous teardrops, gently rubbing her face. Seeing Mengyun close his eyes and meekly accept his hand, he couldn't control his emotions. Just as his lips were close to Mengyun's, Mengyun opened his eyes. Those bright eyes, although completely obscured by the strands of hair that had slid to the front, still shone with charming warmth, and his hair was tightly pressed against Mengyun's face, surrounding her face, staring at each other like this.
When Mengyun closed his eyes again, a pair of hands wrapped around him from his waist and rested his head lightly on his chest. After a long time, he gently pushed Mengyun away and said, "It's late, I should go." Thank you! β
After speaking, he didn't dare to pay attention to Mengyun's surprised expression and soft exclamation, stood up and walked to the door, opened the door, walked out, and then closed the door smoothly, and then let out a long breath and shook his head. At night, it was quiet and a little empty, and I walked through the street to wake up the uncle who was guarding the door, opened the door, and slowly walked up to my dormitory on the 8th floor, where the colleague who lived with me had already slept. He sat down in front of the window, lit a cigarette, and the old tree in the distance became blurred in the moonlight under the dark curtain, far, far away......
The night breeze blew into the house through the window, and the air was a little damp and a little dull.