Lin Xiaoguang rubbed his eyes and made sure again before he doubted that he had seen a phantom.
Anyang originally planned to give him a surprise, but now he saw that his face was sickly pale, his face was a little swollen, his beard was unkempt, and he looked tired, and his eyes immediately turned red.
"How did you become like this?"
"Hi..." Lin Xiaoguang smiled and said casually: "I just have a cold."
"Good boy, lie down quickly, or you'll be frozen again." An Yang quickly helped him back to the bed, pushed him back to lie down on the bed, covered him with the quilt, then stretched out his hand to test his forehead, and then he felt relieved: "
Fortunately, I have a slight fever, but it’s not a fever.”
Lin Xiaoguang thought to himself that the fever had gone away long ago.
He didn't speak, he just lay on his side on the bed, smiling and looking straight at Anyang without blinking.
"Why are you looking at me like that? You have a cold and you don't even know how to take medicine. If I don't come, you don't know how many days you will have to lie here alone. No one will know if you die." An Yang glared at him angrily.
Then I got a towel and a washbasin and prepared to wipe his face.
After saying that, she hurriedly said three times: "It's really unlucky to celebrate the Chinese New Year."
"The hot water kettle is empty and there is no water at all. I really don't know how you survived?" An Yang glared at him again before carrying the kettle downstairs. Lin Xiaoguang shouted behind him: "Hot water is on the first floor.
If you don’t know the room, ask the concierge, Uncle Li.”
"I know." An Yang's long final voice came from downstairs.
After the hot water came up, Anyang put the hot water and some cold water, put the washbasin next to the single bed, knelt on one knee on the ground, and wiped his face with a hot towel.
This scene seems familiar.
Lin Xiaoguang hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time, and suddenly he remembered that it was probably a few years ago when Yang Wenshu took care of him like this after he fell ill.
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What are you laughing at? You're smiling so weirdly?" After wiping his face, An Yang caught the smile on his face and rolled his eyes at him.
"Why are you here?" Lin Xiaoguang scratched his head.
"Stop talking, listen. Your throat is stuffy, and you're still talking?" Anyang glared again, turned around and poured him a glass of hot water, then sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed his hand, and started talking.
"On the 24th, you said you couldn't come back to celebrate the New Year this year. At that time, I had actually wanted to come to Xiangjiang for a long time, but the procedures were not completed. The most important thing was that my father refused to let me go until the third day of the lunar new year. I finally couldn't stand it anymore.
I just ran out secretly."
"Did you sneak out on your own?" Lin Xiaoguang was anxious.
The process must not be that simple. From Peking to Shenzhen, it takes more than fifty hours, two days and two nights, and then to the Huarun Dormitory in Sham Shui Po, Kowloon, Hong Kong. She is a girl. If something goes wrong along the way,
That would be the end, and it would be too late for him to feel distressed.
"if not?"
"My cheap father-in-law can't even look down on a person. Wouldn't it be troublesome if he got lost?"
"How is it possible? How can I lose it for such a big man? I'm already twenty." An Yang's eyes widened, his mouth bulged, and he was very unconvinced. After saying that, he thought of something again, stretched out his hand to hit him, and said angrily: "Why?
Yes, don’t scream! Why are you so cheap to my father-in-law?"
Lin Xiaoguang's throat felt uncomfortable. After saying a few words, his throat felt like being cut with a knife, so he stopped talking and just kept looking at her.
Not only the eyes are watching, but the hands are also watching.
Although he was weak, he still had the strength to stretch out his hand. He secretly stretched out a hand from the quilt, wrapped it around Anyang's back, and slowly groped along his hip. Then, before he reached his destination, he was discovered by her.
The slap was knocked off and he was tucked back into bed.
"You're already sick, why are you doing anything?" She glared at Lin Xiaoguang.
"Hey!" Lin Xiaoguang acted like a scoundrel, neither admitting nor denying. He looked at her face with his eyes, and his eyes gradually dropped, landing on her slender neck, slightly sized chest, and flatness in turn.
lower abdomen, etc...
"How long has it been and you still haven't gotten into shape yet?" An Yang complained, his face couldn't help but turn crimson as he spoke.
Lin Xiaoguang said nothing, enjoying a moment of peace.
Suddenly, Anyang sighed: "When I think of you in Xiangjiang and me in Peiping, thousands of miles away, so what if I send telegrams and make phone calls every day? I can't even see each other. When it's the coldest in Peiping, I hide under the quilt in the dormitory.
, I cry while thinking about you, and after crying, I have to continue reviewing for the exam, and I feel like dying just thinking about it.”
"Sometimes, I really want to give up my studies and come to Xiangjiang to see you. We will never be separated again."
There was a moment of silence.
"Xiaoguang, if you don't speak, you are expressing your objection, right? Why do you have to be so rational? Can't you be more impulsive? Why can't you be like others? Love is inherently romantic and impulsive, but now we only have to obey
The promise is too heavy and I can't bear it anymore." Anyang stared into his eyes.
At this moment, Lin Xiaoguang knew that no matter how much he said, it would be in vain.
So, he lifted the quilt, held her in his arms, held her tightly, and lay quietly on the bed.
"Xiaoguang, you?" Anyang was shocked.
"Do not talk!"
Realizing that he made no other movements, Anyang calmed down and lay quietly on the bed, feeling his powerful heartbeat on his back and the hot temperature spreading to his entire body. His hands were tightly grasped and intertwined.
"Have you really thought about giving up your studies?" Lin Xiaoguang asked after a long while.
Anyang was silent.
"I will stay in Hong Kong for three years at most and two years at the earliest. I will go to the United States in 1983. This is my plan and no one can change it. Now I am relatively close to Hong Kong. By then I will go to the United States.
What should you do?" Lin Xiaoguang asked.
Anyang never planned to have a conflict with him at this time, especially on such a major matter as planning for the future, but the torture of the past six months made her unbearable.
For the first time, she asked this question: "Wouldn't it be better to stay at home and let's be together?"
Her voice was soft and her tone was tactful, but the meaning behind her words was firm.
"What can I do if I stay in China?" Lin Xiaoguang shook his head.
Anyang knew from the beginning that he was not the kind of peaceful person. Her mother also told her that a man is a bird that longs for freedom. A woman can let him fly, but he must hold on to the thread, otherwise the man will
flew away.
But she didn't know what her thread was, and she didn't want him to fly. In other words, if she wanted to fly, she had to fly together.
Finally, she made up her mind and said, "Then take me away!"
"Are you serious?" Lin Xiaoguang was surprised.
"Really, I've decided."
"No regrets?"
"No regrets!"
"Where to take you?"
"You can go wherever you want, Xiangjiang, the United States, it's all up to you." Anyang simply broke the jar.
"I'm in Xiangjiang, so of course you're here, but you're in Xiangjiang. You can't speak Cantonese, you don't have a diploma, and you can't find a job. What can you do in Xiangjiang?"
"I don't care, you are my man anyway, you support me."