The second fifty-fifth chapter is in love and lost in love
In the snow, on the silent road, and among the cars, orange lamps were revealed, the only light spots in the dark night.
"I think we need to find a place with air conditioning..."
"I don't want to leave, my feet are weak."
"Without the air conditioner, it will get colder and colder."
"It's colder outside, so I won't go out!"
"..."
In the sports car, a man and a woman were sitting side by side boredly. Jia Ming had taken off the disguise on his face and was looking back and forth to see if any vehicles were passing by. Yahan took off her shoes and wore a fur coat.
Her stockinged legs were bent up on the seat, and the frozen parts of her body still felt stiff. At this time, she gently rubbed them, looking at the ordinary appearance of the boy next to her who had not seen him for a long time, and praised with a smile.
"It looks much more pleasing to the eye like this, classmate Jiaming."
"I also think it looks more handsome like this...but obviously it's not as handsome as this car..."
"I think this car is very good." He smiled and fell on the back of the chair that had been reclined as far as possible. "I'm so sleepy. I want to sleep. Don't turn off the light..."
"The electricity is about to run out. It will definitely go out by then. I think we can hail a car... Americans are very hospitable."
"So you chased us from New York to here with airplanes and cannons?"
"Oh, stop making trouble."
"No car!"
"You can walk over there. There will definitely be a place to stay in front of you." Jiaming looked at her, "I'll carry you."
"No, you are shorter than me..."
"..." curled his lips, Jiaming showed a helpless smile, "I know I'm a little shorter than others, but I'm still a little taller than you."
"You have been shorter than me since I met you." Yahan lay there, looking at the roof of the sports car, "When did you grow taller?"
"..."
"I have always treated you like a child, but when did you stop... In fact, you stopped a long time ago..." She lay there quietly, her eyes blurred, and her voice was as soft as a dream.
"We should still be friends... Gu Jiaming..."
On the side, Jiaming smiled: "Of course... we have always been best friends."
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"...When I was very young, my father was always working and rarely came home. So in the villa, the only one who accompanied me around was my mother. Now apart from looking at the photos, I can no longer remember her appearance clearly.
"Lying there, Yahan's voice sounded softly. "When my mother died, I was only eight years old... My father and mother were actually married and had no feelings, but of course I felt strange in my heart.
My father never spent time with my mother properly. After the funeral, my father came home a lot more often, but compared to a normal family, of course it was still very few. From that time on, I always had hiccups..."
"I don't know what the problem is. I've been hiccupping for several years since I was eight years old. Did you know? It's like having a cold, every ten seconds or so. I have nephrotic syndrome, and my family has been having it.
Find a doctor here. By the way, I can show it to you when I get back. In order to send it to some hospitals, I took a video and brought it with me: a little girl in a princess costume was sitting there. Her mouth opened a little, and every other
He burps after a while and looks silly..."
Recalling the scene in the video, she was lying there, imitating her sluggish expression when hiccupping. The grown-up girl looked mature and delicate, and her appearance was particularly attractive and unique.
"Of course, hiccups don't happen all the time. It's better when you fall asleep. You can hold it for a few minutes. However, people who have never experienced it will definitely not know the horror of that feeling. There is a sudden bounce on the stomach.
, I suddenly bounced. After a long time, it really hurt, but I probably exercised more. Now my belly has become very strong. Every time I look in the mirror, I feel very beautiful, haha..." She smiled,
He turned his head and looked at Jiaming, "Want to see it?"
"Uh..." The two looked at each other for a moment, and Jia Ming shrugged, "Uh, you continue..."
"Hmph." Yahan wrinkled her nose proudly and lay on her back in a more comfortable position, "Heart disease... After checking with the doctor, he said it was a heart disease, but in fact it is mental illness. It cannot be cured. The key lies in the heart. It is said that it is a heart disease.
Maybe my father came back too little, which was caused by my mother’s death. Later, my father came back more often, but it still didn’t get better. During that time, I was very unfamiliar with my father... A year later, my father got married.
It’s my little mom.”
"Dark, thin, with a serious expression, that's how I felt when I first saw my little mother. The stepmothers in fairy tale books are all bad people. At that time, my little mother was like a black widow. I was scared to tears by her several times.
The second time... In fact, my father and my little mother have no relationship. They are like friends, not lovers at all. From then on, my little mother took me with me every day, and then I looked for a doctor somewhere here, in Beijing or Changsha.
, even flying around Europe, I didn’t talk to her, and she didn’t talk much to me. She just followed me around at all times. More than a year later, I woke up one morning, brushed my teeth and washed my face in a daze.
, while drinking milk, I suddenly discovered that I no longer hiccup..."
"The doctor said...my heart lacks a sense of belonging and it is easy to identify with one thing.
I won’t forget it. During the years when I went to Cambridge, I wrote a large diary every day, rain or shine. Sometimes everyone went out to play, but at night I had to go back and write a diary. As a result, everyone called me the diary girl, haha..." She
He laughed cheerfully, and then the car became quiet, and both of them seemed to be able to hear their own breathing.
I don’t know how long it took, but Jiaming seemed to come to his senses, and said "hmm". Yahan turned her head and pursed her lips: "What about you, Jiaming?"
"Uh? What?"
"You said you had something to tell me clearly."
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After saying this, the car became quiet again.
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After a long time, Jiaming said: "I don't know what to say."
Yahan on the side looked at him quietly.
"I have been thinking about it for half a year, and I have been thinking about it for the past half month. Since I was ten years old, I have three friends in the world, Lingjing, Shasha, and you, but...but..."
He hesitated for a long time, the lights in the car flashed a few times, and the power finally ran out, and then he fell into darkness. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said: "But... I don't know what I can say.
...Anyway, I am wrong about some things, and I am right about some things, but even if it happens again, I can only be like this. I can't explain it, I'm sorry...These things are really difficult..."
After a long time in the darkness, Yahan's relieved chuckle suddenly came from over there: "That's enough, Jiaming... If you explain a lot, I will be angry."
"Well?"
"This is the kind of you I know. You don't care about anyone else's opinions. You always do what you think is right. You can even come to the United States to kill so many people, but you never defend yourself... What I like the most is
I hate people who just want to defend themselves, because in this matter, I was actually wrong, because..."
"Well, can I take that as a compliment?"
In the darkness, Yahan's laughter was fleeting. After a moment, her voice was soft and low: "Because... Jiaming, I'm jealous. I'm jealous of Lingjing and Shasha. Although they are also my good friends, they are extremely jealous.
Sometimes when I think about it, I am so jealous that I can’t even eat, can’t breathe, and just cry... In the past half a year or so, I have been making trouble unreasonably, but you have been accommodating me..."
She took a breath and her voice became cheerful: "I have been thinking about my own affairs these days, and suddenly I feel that women really cannot be pampered. Just like before, you always said that I am like a child.
You bullied me, and you were always unreasonable and unforgiving. As a result, I didn’t dare to say a word, so I could only be bullied to death by you..."
"How can I have it?" Jiaming protested.
"Yes, who is the one who throws me on the floor every time he comes to the office? Who is the one who takes over my sofa? Who is the one who always calls me an idiot? On Christmas Eve last year, I had a nice talk with you, but you still took the quilt
He beat me up while covering my face, always kicked my butt to take advantage, and forced me to call you Brother Jiaming..."
"Hey, I remember that time, you hit me first and then I fought back, and you called me brother yourself."
"Why would I scream if you didn't hit me..." Yahan paused angrily, then calmed down, "Anyway, when you are bad, I am afraid of you. When you feel guilty, say nice things to me.
I felt that I was right. If you had scolded me at that time, maybe I would have been frightened, and what happened in the past six months would not have happened... It's all your fault..."
This statement is of course an unreasonable joke. At the beginning, Yahan's knot was still unresolved. Unless she was captured and raised as a sex slave, there would inevitably be a cold war for more than half a year. Jiaming curled his lips and nodded: "Look.
Get up and I'll hit you more in the future, I'm good at this..."
"How dare you! You have to be nicer to me in the future. In return for my forgiving you, you have to be as good as...well..." She thought for a while, "It has to be similar to how you treat Lingjing Shasha."
"Then what are we now?"
"Teachers and students."
"Not best friends?"
"What kind of friend do you want to be with me?" At some point, Yahan gently leaned her head over and placed it on Jiaming's shoulder. Some ambiguous questions blurted out. After a while, she smiled and said, "Well, okay
I'm sleepy, please don't disturb me, I'm going to sleep... Is it okay to lend me your shoulder?"
"Whatever you want." Jia Ming looked at the darkness outside the car window. There were no cars coming either side of the road. "But it will be really cold at night. Are you sure you want to sleep in the car?"
Without answering his overly pragmatic question, Yahan just reclined her body into a more comfortable position. After a long time, a voice that seemed calm but also had a hint of sadness sounded in the carriage.