After Mustache left, there has been no news about him. All I can do is wait. My phone is on 24 hours a day and is never left. Even when I sleep, I will put it next to my pillow. Maybe I always imagine that one day
At a certain moment, Mustache's phone call will come suddenly.
But no, never.
The monk is still doing his business in Nanjing, and sometimes he will stop by to see me. One of his legs is completely gone, and it is very difficult to walk. When he gets old, he will definitely be unable to do without a cane. But now, relying on his youth and strength, he persists
Reluctant to use any external force, he ran around dragging one leg by himself.
We drank and chatted, and as we talked, the topic would turn to Mustache. Whenever this happened, his and my tone and eyes would involuntarily darken.
"It's okay, he must be okay, don't worry." The monk and I looked at each other in silence for a long time, and we said these words to each other almost at the same time.
After Mustache left, some things happened, all trivial. One of the most important things to me was that I was getting married. I always regarded myself as an ordinary normal person, so starting a family was essential.
A step. But my situation is still a little different from others. Lei Duo’s family has never had any contact with my family. Lei Yingxiong agreed to the marriage. I knew in my heart that if I talked about this with my mother, she would definitely
I wouldn't object, but I still went back to her in a serious manner, told her face to face, and asked for her opinion.
My mother saw Lei Duo's photos. Her emotions seemed to have deteriorated in the past few years, but I could tell that she was very happy.
"Live a good life, don't worry about me, I'm fine. When you get married, be nice to others. No matter what happens, don't lose your temper. Others raised their daughters so big, and I married you because they wanted you to be nice to her.
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My mother rarely said a lot, and I nodded and listened. When she said this, my aunt was always beside me. Although she kept smiling, I didn't dare to look her in the eyes.
The matter was settled like this, and the specific details were arranged by Zhang Houhou. Lei Yingxiong had officially washed his hands, but his face was still there, and there were many guests. The people on the road were not fastidious, and some people deliberately made trouble and toasted everyone.
I had to accompany him to drink at the table, and after a lap, I started to drift.
But I like this feeling of elation, this is the life I want.
The only thing I regret is that the phone in my pocket didn't ring and I didn't see Mustache. I planned to get married only once in my life, but he didn't come.
After getting married, the bookstore was converted into a flower shop. I thought I would truly become an ordinary person, working, resting, buying groceries, cooking, and watching TV. There is a kind of quietness in ordinary life that makes me addicted, and I am very happy. It’s just that
There is still a knot in my heart, and the longer the mustache is away, the more worried it becomes. Such worries will disturb me, and sometimes I will be in a daze involuntarily while doing one thing.
I firmly remembered the specific time when Mustache left. When it reached three years, I suddenly had a panic. Will things always be like this? Will he never show up again?
Many people have said that no matter who leaves the other person in this world, it is not impossible to live. Maybe this sentence is right. But sometimes, the departure of a person seems to have stripped away a very important thing from his life.
A part, these stripped parts cannot be bridged, it will be missing forever, so that life will no longer be complete. Although as time goes by, this feeling may gradually fade, but as long as someone inadvertently mentions it, then
It's like letting myself passively open the door of memory.
If he never appears again, it can only prove that he is dead. I don't know what will happen to me, but I know that the worry and knot may not be solved for the rest of my life.
Three years is enough to change a lot of things, and my life has completely entered the track I expected. Just holding the phone and being lost in thought has become a habit.
Late one night, I was awakened by the ringing of the phone. The nerve that had been broken for three years suddenly seemed to be broken. My sleepiness disappeared without a trace in an instant, and I grabbed the phone. On the shining screen, it was
It was a very strange number, and my hands were shaking a little. Because very few people knew this number. At this moment, this strange number gave me an indescribable feeling.
I quickly pressed the answer button and said hello.
"It's me."
I only heard two words, but I suddenly jumped up from the bed. This was Mustache's voice! It was his voice!
I was a little incoherent, and I was rambling a lot because I was too excited and could not control my excitement. After a few minutes, I adjusted my mood and started talking to him normally.
Mustache said he was in Changsha, and if I was free, I could go see him tomorrow. But I couldn’t wait until tomorrow, so I asked for his address and started getting dressed in a hurry. The excitement in my heart still hadn’t completely subsided.
, I even forgot to turn on the light, and was just scrambling to find my clothes.
"Is this his phone number?" Lei Duo turned on the light and handed me my clothes. She knew me well and knew that no one could make me lose my temper like this except for Mustache's phone number.
"You go to bed first, I'll go see him."
Like a 100-meter sprint, I rushed to the address where Mustache left as fast as possible. It was a hotel that was neither big nor small, and the location was relatively remote. I was really a little bit embarrassed, because the glass door of the hotel was closed.
But I actually hit it head on. But the swelling on my forehead made me very happy. The mustache was back, really back. I was not dreaming.
But when I first saw him, I was a little surprised. Is this a mustache?
Suddenly, it seemed that he was still the same person, his expression remained unchanged despite the overwhelming weight, and he maintained that calmness and composure at all times. Even during the time when he and Lei Yingxiong's team disappeared from Ali, there was nothing obvious about him.
changes. But this time, he seemed to have lost some weight, his face turned bronze, and there was a healed scar from his forehead to his cheek.
What surprised me was actually not the slight change in his appearance, but the look in his eyes. I felt very familiar with him. A person's appearance can change, but the look in his eyes is difficult to change.
.I felt that his eyes had changed, and there was something in his eyes that I couldn't understand. I couldn't tell what it was.
However, when we sat face to face, I could feel that there was a hint of warmth in his seemingly calm eyes. I did not rush to ask him what he had experienced during this period. Now that he is back, what will happen in the future?
There is plenty of time to talk about this.
"Are you okay?" Mustache slowly lit up a cigarette, which surprised me. He used to smoke occasionally, but he didn't have a craving for it. But this time, although his smoking movements were slow but skillful, the two of them smoked slowly.
The fingernails on the fingers holding the cigarette have been smoked yellow.
"Everything is fine." I smiled and said, "I'm married."
The hand holding the cigarette with the mustache paused, albeit briefly. He stopped talking, as if he was thinking about something. When he finished smoking one cigarette, he lit another one and said to me: "If you are free,
Do something for me."
"Say." I agreed without hesitation, without even asking what he wanted me to do.
"Before that, I want to chat with you, it will take a long time."
"Okay, let's talk."
In fact, at this time, I was already very sure of the feeling I had before. The mustache had changed, and he made me feel a little strange. This strangeness was induced through something.
What made him change?
He took a few bottles of highland barley wine, and then gave me a not too big bag, which contained many photos and several thick notebooks. I flipped through a few of them. These things should have been taken during the trip and
Recording it, I felt that he wanted to tell me some of his experiences in the past three years.
However, I guessed wrong, and I never imagined that the starting point of this chat would be Xiaozi’s past. I knew that he almost never mentioned the past to anyone, so even though I was familiar with him, I always felt that
I felt there was something mysterious about him. I was very confused and didn't know why he was talking about his past at this time, but I didn't interrupt him, and the two of them drank wine and started the conversation.
Mustache is lonely most of the time. This loneliness may be related to external reasons, but the more important factor is himself. He walks in silence, as if he is walking on the other side of the world. He does not want others to understand him,
There are even some things that he himself doesn't want to think about. Only when he has to use his ID card occasionally will he think of his name, Xiang Tengxiao.
His mother is an independent woman, a bit aggressive, even a bit strong. His father is taciturn but gentle. In his impression, his father has never argued with his mother over anything, no matter how domineering or accusatory his mother is.
My father always had a faint smile and put everything in this faint smile.
It wasn't until he grew up that he truly understood his father's gentleness and tolerance, which made many women unable to resist. Perhaps, if it weren't for his father's character, his mother might not have been able to resist him at that time.
The courage to completely break with his family.
His father was a down-to-earth man who loved his wife and son very much and tried his best to protect them. He didn’t have many friends or hobbies. In his spare time, his only pleasure was to go to a house in the back mountain that was built in an unknown year.
He Yue went to the small temple to drink tea and chat with the only old monk in the temple. He often took his young mustache with him and let his son play around him.
Mustache's childhood was happier than mine, at least that's what I think. He had a father who truly loved him, and this kind of love was enough to make up for his poor life.
But this happiness did not last. When he was eight years old, two things happened in succession. To some extent, these two things affected his growth trajectory and even his life.