The huge roar of the plane resounded outside the window. Amidst the farewells of the captain and flight attendant at the exit, a beautiful oriental woman and a handsome white man walked out together.
"Teacher, you don't actually need to come."
"What does it matter? I have always been interested in China. I can also see where you grew up. Isn't it great?"
The woman remained silent.
Suddenly, a shout came from a distance: "Hey Lingjing! You are finally back!"
The woman raised her head and recognized the other person's identity: Dongfang Wan. Looking at Dongfang Wan's full of energy, time seemed to go back to four years ago, or even longer...
After a while, the woman was surrounded by people waiting to pick her up.
"Lingjing, you are so awesome! You are now known as the 'Mozart of the East'!" said an envious voice.
"Hahahaha! I've known that Lingjing is extraordinary since I was a child, and it's true!" This is pride.
"It's been really hard for you to stay abroad alone for so many years..." This is caring.
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Ling Jing's eyes scanned the people picking up the plane, trying hard to identify everyone: there were many people picking up the plane, including former classmates, distant relatives, very close relatives, and even neighbors.
Naturally, Mom and Dad were among them, but no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find Shasha or the man. I felt a little painful in my heart. Am I not willing to pick them up even when I return to China...
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It has been three days since I returned home. In the past three days, I have visited all my former acquaintances, including the Dongfang family. I also took the time to visit the Sacred Heart, of course, just for that small building.
I also visited Yahan’s family and saw Taotao. At that time, sister Yahan seemed to be preparing to take her children to register in kindergarten. Naturally, she still chatted a few words and talked about what happened in the past four years, but for some reason,
Always intentionally or unintentionally avoiding the topic of Jiaming and Shasha.
Or should I say, everyone is avoiding this topic.
As a result, not only have they not seen either of them since they returned home for so many days, they have not even received any news about what happened to them in the past four years. It is as if they suddenly disappeared from the world. Of course, Shazhu
She still found out about the gang's disappearance, but she knew that as long as Jia Ming was there, Shasha would be fine, so she didn't take it to heart.
Finally, after her patience reached this point, she finally couldn't bear it anymore. At the party hosted by Dongfang Wan in the evening, Lingjing asked Dongfang Wan her doubts with a smile: "How are Shasha and... Jiaming and the others?"
Why? It’s been so long since I’ve been back and I haven’t seen them come to see me?” There was a hint of bitterness in the smile.
Hearing Lingjing's question, Dongfang Wan's hands trembled involuntarily, and the corners of her mouth were a little bitter, but when she raised her head, what hung on her lips was the most elegant smile: "Liu Huaisha? I heard that she also
She went abroad, it seems she also went to Europe, didn't you see her?"
Hearing Dongfang Wan's answer, Lingjing was a little surprised: "What, Shasha has gone abroad too?" Her heart couldn't help but be full of sadness: Has even Shasha left? For some reason, Taotao's smile flashed in front of her eyes, and her heart ached again.
…
"Yes, yes! I went abroad four years ago. Didn't anyone tell you? I thought you already knew it!" Dongfang Wan continued.
"It's been four years..." Lingjing lowered her head in thought. After a while, she raised her head again and asked the question that the other party had just avoided: "So, where is Jia Ming? Why haven't I seen him?
Isn’t he also going abroad?”
Dongfang Wan, who originally thought she had successfully escaped from danger, couldn't help but turn into a bitter face when she heard this, and quickly changed the topic: "Why are you talking about him! You finally returned to China, have fun for a few more days! I have thought of a lot
What a fun place!…”
"Dongfang Wan, tell me what's going on!" There was a hint of anger in Lingjing's tone.
"Uh..." Dongfang Wan's bitter look became even heavier.
As a result, facing Lingjing who was already a little angry, Dongfang Wan finally sighed, then raised his head and stared into Lingjing's eyes: "You really don't know?"
"What do you know?" For some reason, seeing the other party's serious expression, Lingjing felt a little panicked, as if what she was about to know was terrible news.
Dongfang Wan stared at Lingjing's eyes for a long time, and finally sighed for the second time tonight and lowered her head: "Forget it, let's not talk about it for now. I'll just take you there tomorrow." There was a trace of emotion in his voice.
Tired, "But you'd better be mentally prepared first."
Psychological preparation? Lingjing had a trace of doubt in her heart, but more importantly, she was nervous: What happened in the four years when I was away?
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At noon the next day, Dongfang Wan drove to the entrance of Ye's martial arts school in person.
She leaned half out of the car window and stared at Lingjing for a long time, and finally sighed: "Get in the car!"
The car drove very fast and smoothly, and soon it had left the city and headed towards the back mountain.
Lingjing looked at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, while Dongfang Wan was driving the car intently. As for the others, they either didn't know the situation or were unwilling to speak. Silence filled the car.
After a long time, Lingjing's voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence: "Jia Ming is very good at choosing a place to live, but I remember there are no houses on the back hill. Is it a new one?" She still looked out the window without turning her head.
"That's right..." After a moment of hesitation, Dongfang Wan replied.
Then there was silence again…
The car continued to drive, and soon it reached the back hill and then drove towards the cemetery.
Outside the cemetery, the car stopped. "We're here, get off the car." Dongfang Wan said softly, then got out of the car and walked towards the cemetery.
"Jia Ming lives here? Dongfang Wan, what's going on?" Lingjing hurriedly chased after him.
Dongfang Wan just remained silent and did not speak.
The uneasiness in my heart continued to expand, making me somewhat breathless.
As if to verify the uneasiness in her heart, Dongfang Wan stopped in front of a tombstone and said, "We're here." The tone was light, as if coming from a long distance, with a little bit of unreality.
Hearing this, Lingjing's pupils dilated for an instant and she stared at Dongfang Wan, trying to see that this was a joke. However, she failed. In the other person's eyes, she only saw unbearable
And sadness.
Turning his head, he looked at the tombstone next to Dongfang Wan. The smile and those five words on it were so unreal, yet so real that they could not escape...
"This... how is this possible... how could he die... this... this is impossible..." The messy sentences were filled with reluctance to believe.
"He has been dead for more than two years, or maybe longer. It is said that he died of a brain tumor. I didn't know about it until two years ago..." Dongfang Wan said slowly.
"This...how is this possible...how could he die...this...this is impossible..."
For some reason, the song Zeng Jiaming sang for himself for the first time rang in his ears:
"A lamp of separation and sorrow stands alone at the window
I'm pretending behind the door that you haven't left yet
…
A pot of wandering wandering around the world is hard to swallow
After you left, the wine warmed my memories and I missed you."
It seems that you can see Jiaming looking out the window alone after he left...
…
"Who is playing the song Dongfeng Po on the pipa?
Time is peeling off the wall, I see you when you were a child
I still remember that we were still very young at that time.”
"Hello... hello, my name is Gu... Gu Jiaming." The slightly shy boy stretched out his hand...
"But now the sound of the piano is faint, you haven't heard my waiting
Who is playing the song Dongfeng Po on the pipa?
Maple Leaf dyes the story and I can see through the ending.”
You actually know everything, right... you've seen everything... That's why you sing this song...
"I will lead you through the ancient path outside the fence."
I still remember your embrace on the Star Dream that year...
"In these days of smoke and grass, even breakups are silent"
Recalling that last glance, my heart throbbed with pain, and the endless sadness seemed to completely drown him...
I know that you have something very important, so I always believe in you! But why don’t you tell me such a thing...
My legs were so weak that I finally sat on the ground. I pressed my cheeks tightly with my hands, but I couldn't stop the tears from pouring out...
Looking at the sad and crying Lingjing, Dongfang Wan hesitated whether to go forward to comfort her, but finally shook her head, turned around and prepared to leave. When she raised her head, a figure came into view. She couldn't help but be stunned, and finally shook her head.
With
He walked past the figure: "Are you here? Fortunately, with you here, you should be able to comfort her... Then, please..."
"I would have done it even if you didn't tell me..." the clear female voice replied.
A slender hand gently placed on Lingjing's back.
"Can you please leave me alone for a while..." the woman said with a choked voice.
"Let's have a good cry..." A once very familiar voice sounded from behind.
Hearing this voice, Lingjing finally burst into tears and threw herself into the arms of the visitor.
"Jia Ming...Jia Ming, he...he...is dead..."
"Ok, I know……"
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Lingjing cried for a long time and finally held back her tears and raised her head: "When did you come back?"
"It's later than you. When I know you're back, I'll be back."
"Yeah……"
Looking at the two people under the sunset from a distance, Dongfang Wan sighed again.
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Yuanfang, Yujiang, vegetable market.
Behind the chestnut stall, the man raised his head and looked up at the fiery red sky under the setting sun, not knowing what he was thinking about.
There are not many people who still come to buy chestnuts, so there are not many people in front of the chestnut stall.
At this time, a figure appeared in front of the chestnut stall, just blocking the man's gaze looking up at the sky. It was a woman. Although she was wearing sunglasses, she had beautiful long black hair, a beautiful oval face, and a petite figure.
The nose, the slightly upturned corners of the mouth, and the extremely rich oriental temperament make people have no doubt that under the pair of sunglasses, there must be a pair of extremely beautiful eyes.
Sure enough, at the next moment she gently pushed up her sunglasses with two fingers, and a pair of extremely beautiful eyes appeared in front of the man: "I want to buy a pound of chestnuts."
Then she stretched out her right hand and smiled. At this moment, it was as if flowers were blooming: "When we first met, Gu Jiaming. Or should I call you 'another me'?"