"I've heard of you in time"

Wen'er Dongtu

2016.07.10

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In early spring of 2016, Yajiang City.

Xieshan Cemetery.

At the end of February, it is the cold and cold spring. Everything sings together, the south wind warms the window, the air on the mountain is thin, the mist is everywhere, surrounding towering trees, and the earth is blooming in spring.

In the early morning, the weather is not good, and occasionally a few raindrops float down, and the floating stops.

Between the clouds and mist, you can vaguely see the ninety-nine steps of the cemetery, and you can't see the end at first sight, as if you were at the other end of the clouds, as if you were about to connect with the sky. As Su Zhan walked, he almost mistakenly thought that this was a small forest path leading to heaven.

The spring breeze in February is like scissors, and this sentence is absolutely true. The wind in the south is still a bit like a dull knife squirting on his face at this moment.

She put on the hat of the down jacket, held the flower in her arms, covered her hands and sniffed, rubbed it hard, and the heat slowly came from the palm of her palm. Then she picked up the flower again and continued walking.

Every time she went up the stairs, she was chanting:

"."

Love is forever patience.

“loveiskind.”

And kindness.

She lowered her head and stepped up the steps again, her thin lips opened and closed, and silently chanting:

“viousoorrude.”

Love means not jealousy, love means not boasting, not being arrogant, not doing shy things.

She walked slowly on the endless steps, occasionally looking up and continuing to recite;

“itsownway.”

Don't seek your own benefit.

“ful.”

Don't get angry easily, and don't calculate human evil.

...

“ds.”

Love never ends.

...

“enterye:,andbroad,and.”

You must enter the narrow door, because it leads to destruction. The door is wide, the road is large, and there are many people entering.

Finally climbing to the last step, Su Zhan stood still in her arms, turned around, looked down at the high and steep steps, breathed a long sigh, and said the last sentence slowly:

“beca, andnarrowilife, and few therebethatfindit.”

To lead to eternal life, the door is narrow, the road is small, and there are few people looking for it.

She found the tombstone and it seemed that she had just cleaned it. At this time, a bouquet of fresh chrysanthemums were placed in front of the monument, proving that someone had come before her.

Su Zhan didn't care, so he squatted down slowly, put the flowers next to him, and gently stroked the photo on the tombstone with his hand.

He spoke softly: "Long time no see."

The cemetery was quiet and there was no one else. Su Zhan put the prepared flowers, took out a small bottle of red wine from his bag, poured it around the tomb, squatted back to the tomb, and spoke homely words. Her voice was soft and delicate, and gently echoed in the cemetery, like the drizzle at this moment, which made people feel melancholy and at ease.

After a while, what should be said was finished. Su Zhan looked up at the gray sky, stood up, and said to the person who was smiling like a flower in the photo: "Let's go, I'll see you next time."

She got down from the cemetery along the same road. Sheng Qianwei was sitting in the car playing with her cell phone. When she saw her coming up, she threw her cell phone up and sat up straight. She couldn't wait to ask what she wanted to ask as soon as she saw her:

"Why did you cut your hair?"

Sheng Qianwei graduated from university and worked with Su Zhan. She worked in Guangte in a company that can eat people and don’t spit bones for more than half a year until Su Zhan left. Both of them were still young girls who had just left society and the only girl in the department. In just a few days, they were already in a shopping relationship.

"It was cut three years ago." Su Zhan said calmly.

She is already thin, has a small skeleton, a standard height of 1.66 meters, a small round face as big as a palm, is naturally white, beautiful, has delicate skin, and looks very well-behaved with a lower eyebrows and pleasing eyes. Her big eyes were shimmering. She used to be long hair and waist-length, and she looked like an obedient porcelain doll.

Now I have cut my hair short, and I am three-pointed and 70% feminine.

But you can still vaguely see the shadow of the girl with long hair and waist back then.

Sheng Qianwei looked at her with melancholy eyes and sighed: "Sister Su Zhan, you have changed a lot."

Su Zhan was leaning against the co-pilot and watching the scenery outside the car. After hearing what she said, she turned around and looked at her, and then turned back, "People will always change, they will grow up and grow old." Her words were filled with infinite sighs about the past.

When I said this, "The Past Time" was broadcasting in the car.

It happened to be the sentence: "...The sound of the accordion is floating, and now we have changed our appearance, and we are busy every day for life, but as long as we think of the past, your eyes will shine..."

The atmosphere became very silent in an instant, and the two little girls sat quietly in the car, each with their own thoughts.

In fact, Sheng Qianwei didn't understand. Their people were obviously so good, so ostentatious, so open and so chic.

Why did it become like this now?

Sister Su Zhan is gone.

The boss has changed.

"... Now that we have changed, our lives are still full of desire. If we can go back to the past, even if there is only one night..."

The drizzle suddenly turned into a downpour. Su Zhan withdrew his gaze and patted the little girl next to him on the head, "Hey, what are you thinking about? Why don't you leave?"

Sheng Qianwei looked at her carefully, and saw that her face was not strange, then she said in a low voice: "Actually, I saw it. When the team held a retirement party for the boss that day, he pressed you on the bathroom and kissed..."

Su Zhan glanced at her silently.

Before meeting Sheng Qianwei, she had done some mental construction. Even though she knew she would hear these two words, she said it straightforwardly from her mouth, Su Zhan was still slightly shocked. If she hadn't been training outside for so many years, she would have been heartbroken at this moment.

Sheng Qianwei hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean it, I met it by chance."

In fact, that day, Sheng Qianwei wanted to take the opportunity to confess her love, to express her admiration for him for the past ten years, and to be the idol worship. Her spiritual pillar when she was confused, unfortunately, she encountered such a erotic scene.

“…”

"I have been a fan of him for ten years and have never seen him like this." Sheng Qianwei was still a little excited at this time, because the kissing method was really domineering and affectionate. Then she smiled again, "No matter what, if you have been in love with such a person, is your life worth it?"

It's worth it.

Had such a thrilling love story.

Later on, no matter who she meets, she feels boring and ordinary.

I can't forget him, nor can I fall in love with anyone.

*

Su Zhan’s new drama started filming, and as the screenwriter, she went to more than a dozen places to pick scenery, and Yajiang was her last stop.

On the third day, the producer also came. Su Zhan was taken to drink. There were a series of leaders sitting in the room. The juniors performed their unique skills of flattery and flattery. Su Zhan was famously unable to speak, so he sat quietly, held the storefront, and ate a few cups. Su Zhan was already a little drowsy.

After finally picking up a gap, he hurriedly asked the leader to go to the toilet. After going to the toilet, Su Zhan didn't want to return to the luxury private room. His chest was slightly itchy. After thinking about it, he turned around and walked to the hotel door to smoke.

She fell into the private room with her coat, wearing only a loose thin shirt, trousers, short boots, and her legs were long and straight. She leaned against the stone pillar at the entrance of the hotel, lit a cigarette, raised her head, and let out a breath of smoke, and looked at the pedestrians passing by coldly.

She is good-looking and beautiful, and anyone passing by can't help but take a look.

At this time, a car was parked on the side of the road, surrounding three men.

Su Zhan saw the figure at a glance, just a silhouette. She must have been him.

Yajiang is not big, it is a matter of time before we meet.

She turned around, pressed her shoulders against the pillar, took a sip of cigarettes, spit out smoke, squinted her eyes, and began to look at it carefully. It took too long to see her, and her eyes looked greedy, as if it was a deep duckweed in the deep sea.

The man leaned against the car door, facing her, and was talking to the two boys in front of him.

The hair seemed to be a little shorter, and there were a few broken hairs hanging slightly on the forehead, but it could not cover the full forehead. His facial features were handsome and gentle. He was wearing a clean and slim white shirt on his upper body, his collar was flipped in a regular manner, revealing a piece of white neck. His shirt sleeves were rolled up by him a few times and put them on his elbows. His trousers and leather shoes were full of abstinence.

He is probably the only one who can wear a white shirt so abstinent.

The three of them didn't know what they said, so they bent down the corner of their mouths, leaned over and leaned into the car window, took out a pack of cigarettes, smoked a piece and squeezed it into their hands, gently knocked it on the cigarette case, touched the pants twice, and found that the lighter was in the suit pocket.

A boy took out his lighter and sent it to his mouth.

He tilted his head slightly, and the fire lighted in the darkness, which made half of his face clearer, and the curve on the side looked softer. He held the smoke in his mouth, then leaned back to the car, pulled the first button on the collar, raised his head and spit out the smoke.

It was just like the man who was a little bit ruffian at this time.

Su Zhan wringed out the cigarette, threw it into the trash can, turned around and returned to the private room, unable to look at it anymore, recalling this thing, it was poisonous and could not be touched.

In the past, he rarely wore white shirts, liked to wear hooded shirts or sweatshirts, and then he always wore a hat with a hoodie and a mask when walking on the road. But now, he is wearing a serious slim suit, which makes him look so energetic and handsome, but he is less rude than before and has more glamorousness.

*

After sitting in the private room for more than two hours, the leaders were excited to leave.
To be continued...