Neon Weather Section 48
"Ahh
In her old apartment in Yau Ma Tei, You Xuezhen let out a loud sneeze.
She covered the back of her hands in time, and did not destroy the table, but they had all finished eating, and were already fruiting after eating.
Grandma was very concerned and pulled a piece of paper for her and asked her if she had a cold.
You Xuezhen pinched her nose and said with a smile: "It's okay grandma, maybe who's talking bad about me behind my back." β
Meng Shilong came out of the kitchen, his fingers were stained with the smell of dish soap, squatted in front of the TV cabinet to take the disc that he didn't see last night and asked Grandma, "Do you want to watch it today?" β
Grandma yawned and put on a lazy look.
"Well, the beauty sleep should not be interrupted. If you are a year older on your birthday, you should pay more attention to maintenance. You can play with the two of you. She got up and walked back to her room, "The three of us took a selfie. β
You Xuezhen took the initiative to ask: "Use my mobile phone, I have a lot of beauty software!" β
Grandma smiled: "Okay, good." β
You Xuezhen took the initiative to stand in the front row with her mobile phone, with Grandma in the middle and Meng Shilong next to her. Seeing from the camera that everyone was posing, she said one, two, three, and pressed to shoot.
After it was taken, the worst-looking person in the photo was actually Meng Shilong......
The contour of his chin is sharp enough under ordinary lenses, and he looks a little deformed when he puts on his beautiful face, and he can be ridden away as a bicycle saddle.
Grandma didn't care whether Meng Shilong lived or died, she saw that she had taken a beautiful picture, and said with satisfaction that she was going to wash this picture out and put it in the photo frame that You Xuezhen gave her.
When Grandma entered the room, You Xuezhen looked at Meng Shilong apologetically: "I knew that I had made my beauty smaller......
This photo is washed out and put in the frame, which is really a bit of a black history.
Meng Shilong didn't care: "I'm uglier than this." β
"Your picture?"
"When I was a child, I took a photo with my grandmother, in my room." He tilted his head slightly, "Do you want to see it?" β
"Yes, yes, yes!"
When Meng Shilong was a child, she was quite curious.
Meng Shilong pushed open the half-hidden door and motioned for her to come in.
You Xuezhen stood by the door and looked in, this was the first time she had stepped into the boy's room except for Ye Wanbai, and it felt very novel. The room is very narrow, her dormitory is cramped enough, this small room is only about half of the dormitory, but it is inevitable on Hong Kong Island, where every inch of land is expensive, fortunately, there is a shutter next to the bed to relieve the dullness of the room, but the window is also very small, the shutter is pulled halfway, and you can vaguely see the street scene of Yau Ma Tei.
The smallest is his bed, which can't fit Meng Shilong's feeling at all, and the four-piece bedding set is actually a round-headed and round-headed Anpanman.
Meng Shilong noticed that her gaze wandered on the side of the bed, sat down and patted the pillow with only one: "This is the bed I used to sleep in Grandma's house, and then Grandma kept this room for me, and I didn't come back much, so I kept using the bed I slept on before." I remember I was ...... tall at the time One meter six. β
"One meter six?!"
You Xuezhen was stunned, unable to associate the person who was about to break through the room in front of her with the number of one meter six.
He smiled lightly and said, "yes, the short boy who was called for three years in middle school." My body opened a beat slower than others, and it didn't grow until high school, which scared my old bean. β
Those three years of being ridiculed were such an understatement in his mouth.
You Xuezhen walked into the room, pulled the rattan chair by the table and sat down, and mentioned an incident when he was a child with him in a casual tone.
"I think I've told you before...... One evening, the radio channel suddenly connected to Hong Kong Island, and then I heard the information about the departure of the boat in Victoria Harbour, and the cable car ticket information in Victoria Shan and so on, some numbers, I heard very vaguely. Do you remember? β
He nodded, not understanding why she had suddenly talked about this.
"Then I told my classmates, and none of them believed me, saying that I was a liar who made up stories to get everyone's attention, and kept calling me a braggart."
The person who was still smiling just now frowned slightly after hearing her words.
The expressions of the two people were reversed, and now the person who was smiling became You Xuezhen.
"And then I couldn't get angry, I did something big!"
"What is it?"
"I secretly wrote a postcard to the radio station on Hong Kong Island, saying that I accidentally connected to your radio signal at 6:18 p.m. on November 3rd, and then wrote down a few numbers that I heard and remembered, and I wrote at the end, hoping that you can testify for me! Write me a reply! β
Meng Shilong's eyes unconsciously appeared in front of a bean-sized child, puffing out angry cheeks, spending a lot of effort to find an address thousands of miles away, saving pocket money to buy postcards, and then writing a long list of articles that may also have pinyin.
For a child, this is indeed a big deal.
Thinking of this, his locked brows unconsciously loosened, the corners of his eyes curled, and he couldn't help asking, "What happened later?" Did the radio get back to you? β
You Xuezhen proudly puffed up her chest: "Of course! And the day I received it also happened to be Christmas. Those people admired me later. She took it step by step, "Those who laughed at the beginning will definitely admire you when they see you now." β
Meng Shilong laughed completely, and finally understood where the end of her big circle was.
She was comforting him.
You Xuezhen looked at him and smiled, and the smile she just talked about when she was a child were two completely different feelings, without a little whitewash.
As if noticing that he was smiling a little too much, he retracted it slightly and continued to ask, "That's why you like to listen to the radio so much now?" β
"There's a reason for that." You Xuezhen remembered the announcement she saw before, and her mood suddenly fell, "It's a pity that the radio station I'm listening to now is about to be closed." β
"Why?"
"I don't know the specifics, but radio is a niche hobby, and it's really hard to generate electricity for love. I would log on to the website every day to take a look, and they would stop at that announcement and not update it. Although I really want to continue listening...... "I'm afraid that he will feel hypocritical after hearing it like Yuan Jing, so she added, "It's not an important thing to say." Okay, run away! You said you wanted to show me the picture! β
"Right on the table behind you."
You Xuezhen turned around and saw the ugly photo he said.
It seems to be in a cable car, and there are three people in the photo, the little Meng Shilong, Grandma, and a woman, whose eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Meng Shilong.
Meng Shilong walked over and pointed to the woman in the photo: "This is my mother." β
"She'......"
Meng Shilong fell silent, and in his silence, You Xuezhen heard the answer.
She was about to say something to change the subject, but he pulled back his sleeve, revealing the tattoo she hadn't been able to see in its entirety before.
It was a red camellia.
"It's her favorite flower." Meng Shilong recounted very calmly, "She is the opposite of Grandma, she doesn't like to take pictures, except for the wedding anniversary photo with my father, she left such a photo, so the photo was left for Grandma as a souvenir, and I simply tattooed her favorite flower on her body." β
You Xuezhen was at a loss and said, "...... I'm sorry. β
He shook his head, rubbing his thumb against the frame: "This was taken when they took me to Taiping Mountain, although I don't remember much." Later, when I looked back at this photo, I vaguely remembered that the dusk of that day was particularly beautiful. β
In the photo, the backdrop of the cable car is a dazzling sunset. Although the color is slightly dull after the New Year, the overly dazzling dusk seems to be able to spark and ignite the thin photographic paper with the touch of a hand. It's so beautiful that it's like the distorted weather that only happens in old movies.
For the next half hour, she sat in his wicker chair and he sat in his single bed, facing each other, half a carpet apart, chatting about his past through the things in his room. The neon billboard outside the street was lit up, turning from orange to dark blue to deep purple, and then orange again after a circle, and the blinds came in and spread out on the bed, lining the round blush of Anpanman on the sheets even more shyly.
There was a hedgehog breeding manual on his desk, and under the bed there was a box that no one could open at the time but himself, but even Meng Shilong himself had forgotten what was in it now. He took a sneaky glance and hesitated before opening it in front of her.
It contained a philatelic card from a fish ball shop, two sticky chocolate bars, a geographical magazine, and an essay paper on page 16 with a volcano called Bromo, and the essay title on that paper was: My Dream.
You Xuezhen took a rough glance at the first line: "My dream is to see Mount Bromo with my own eyes, it is rumored that it is the most moon-like place in the world......"
He quickly closed the lid.
You Xuezhen smiled and asked, "Do you like volcanoes?" β
He was embarrassed: "...... Childhood. β
"Don't like it now?"
"It's not ...... I just feel as if this can no longer be called a dream, and my old bean commented that it is nothing compared to other people's dreams. β
You Xuezhen pouted disapprovingly: "Why do dreams have to be ambitious, I think it's good to just want to see a volcano." Dreams, dreams and thoughts, obviously they are all very soft things, but they will fall down with some heavy burdens, so everyone talks about dreams, but in fact, they are all discouraged. β
He listened to her serious nonsense, and thought very seriously: "Then what is your dream now?" β
You Xuezhen was stunned.
Her first instinct was not to graduate, not to find a good job, not to get ahead, but ......
Meng Shilong looked at her: "Let that radio station come back to life?" β
She was stunned: "How did you guess ......?"
"Even though you just said it wasn't very important, that's not what your eyes told me."
You Xuezhen lowered her head and hummed softly: "But I don't know how to help, it seems that this is the only way." β
Meng Shilong raised his eyebrows and put on a thoughtful expression.
After a long while, he gave a bold proposal that she didn't expect at all-
"Why don't you start a new radio station?"
You Xuezhen was stunned: "Do you know that this sentence sounds like a new rocket...... It's hard and complicated! β
He laughed, "Isn't that cooler?" β
You Xuezhen hurriedly waved her hand: "No, no, no." β
Unfazed by the rebuttal, he commented, "It's me who doesn't know enough, so you can tell me nonsense." Then he got up and went to the kitchen to bring two cups of homemade frozen lemon tea, and he still held a plate in his handβ
"The God of Food?"
"I flipped it out of the bottom dish, want to relive it?"
"Look!"
He opened the old-fashioned laptop, put the DVD in it, sat down on the carpet again, patted the place next to him and invited her to come.
You Xuezhen got up from the nested rattan chair, looked back at the door he hadn't closed, and pointed, "The door is not closed, I'll go close the door." β
"Let's make a crack." Meng Shilong said, "I deliberately didn't close it." β
"Huh? Why? β
"The first time you came to the house, it was still my room...... Strange enclosed space, I'm afraid you'll be uncomfortable. β
After he said this, she really felt a sense of security properly tightened in this open room.
She nodded wordlessly, let the door continue to open, walked over to the carpet and sat down against him, using body language to tell him that she was not at all uncomfortable.
It's just that the distance from which he sat down was not grasped well, and his knee slammed into him very slightly.
This time, she immediately returned to the seashore where the open-air movie was sitting next to her. It's just that now there are walls on all sides, there is no crowd, and the world is compressed into just him and her, as if they are embedded in the film and become a certain frame, which is watched by someone off the screen at the moment.
You Xuezhen grabbed the wall of the cup of frozen lemon tea, the water vapor from the melting ice cubes wet her fingertips, she put it away, and secretly rubbed off the sticky touch with her clothes behind her back.
Meng Shilong was already fully engaged in the movie, and he didn't notice that she had quietly moved away a little.