Early the next morning, the sky was covered with clouds. Qin Mo opened the curtains and stopped to watch for a long time, and added two umbrellas to my suitcase. I kicked the quilt in the middle of the night, and my nose was a little blocked when I woke up in the morning. He found out about this situation and frowned and added a large bag of medicine to my suitcase. The bottles had English instructions on these medicines, which made it difficult to understand the usage and dosage and function. When I was eating, he realized this problem and used paper and pen to translate the instructions into Chinese. Before leaving the door, he told me all the ways to eat them from beginning to end, and asked me to repeat them. Then he nodded and took the car to the station.

After getting into the car and fastened the seat belt, Qin Mo started the car, suddenly stopped and turned to ask me, "Is the care liquid with contact lenses?"

I hurriedly jumped out of the car and turned to get the care solution.

After returning hurriedly, Qin Mo leaned against the car door with his hands in his arms: "Have you brought the facial cleanser?" I thought about it and nodded. He turned around to open the car door and said inadvertently, "It should be quite cold in the countryside, and I have also brought the gloves?"

I put the care liquid in my arms and then folded it back to get my gloves.

After taking the gloves back, everyone sat in the car. Qin Mo was silent for a while: "Are you sure you have finished the things?"

I nodded: "It's over."

He turned and got out of the car: "Forget it, I'll check your suitcase again and count if there are still things I don't bring."

I said anxiously: "I had almost finished it last night. Really, I almost forgot about one glove, but I didn't forget it either. Don't be too late, the train is about to leave..."

He had already opened his suitcase and said casually: "Your train is at half past nine, what time is it now?"

I touched my pocket and looked for the time of the phone, and my heart skipped a beat: "Ah, what, I forgot to bring my phone, haha, wait for me for a while, and I will go back to get a phone..."

He looked up and smiled: "You didn't bring the travel toiletry set I bought yesterday, by the way," he lowered his head and flipped it over, "Where is the sanitary napkin?"

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The cold wind blew. We crossed most of the city and finally arrived at the train station before nine o'clock.

Zhou Yueji curled his neck and led Yan Lang to wait for me in the waiting hall. Yan Lang had not finished his sick leave and didn't have to go back to school immediately. Since he knew that I was going to teach in the mountains, he clamored to experience life with me. Qin Mo asked a doctor to check him. The doctor believed that he was so lively and capable of various short or long-distance journeys. And it was actually beneficial for children to open their horizons and children to teach in order to help them. Qin Mo did not object or agree. The student union meant that with a child, he could better reflect the humanistic care spirit of this activity. Not only did he not object, but he also spared Yan Lang's back and forth.

Transportation costs. Zhou Yueyue thought that this was cheap and not white. If it was not covered, it would be taken by the progressive young people of the Student Union to eat and drink with public funds. Such things must not be allowed to happen. Her hero and I had the same view. Yan Lang's obsession with him succeeded without spending half a cent. He was very happy. Zhou Yueyue and I were also very happy. Everyone basically got on the train with joy. Qin Mo frowned slightly. When the car started, he raised his phone at me. I thought about it for a while, understood what he meant, took out the phone in my bag and saw it, and received a new text message: "Remember to charge, don't let me find you."

The train moved slowly. Looking back, even at such a quiet speed, it had already driven far away. The sky above City C was always gloomy. Qin Mo stood on the platform and could only see a blurry shadow. There seemed to be such a parting scene in my memory, but I imagined it for a long time, and I only felt that it was rare to encounter such a literary scene once in my life, and it was really rare to encounter twice. Most of the time it was in the past, the scenes were impressive, but I watched it for too long, and the impression was still there, and the images were gone.

The train quickly left City C, and outside the window, a row of dark factory buildings whizzed past us.

Yan Lang sat next to me, feeling drowsy. Yesterday he sent him to Zhou Yueyue's house and forgot to get him a scarf. When Qin Mo was at the station, he untied his scarf and tied it around his neck. However, because it was too long, he had to go around it several times. At first glance, his neck was wrapped like an inverted gyro. Yan Lang shrank into the gyro and gradually fell asleep.

Zhou Yueyue sat opposite me, completely ignoring Yan Lang and me, and staring at a place with his eyes fixed on him.

I shook my hand in front of her: "You bring playing cards, let's play cards for a while."

She pushed my hand away calmly and continued to look at somewhere. I looked back along her gaze and saw a slanted back seat with headphones stuffed intently listening to music, with long hair... I turned around and asked Zhou Yueyue: "Is that a girl or a young man?"

Zhou Yueyue looked at me in surprise, raised his fingers and whispered: "Don't you see who he is? Cheng Jiamu, a pioneer novelist, you are still a literary scholar."

I resisted the urge to ask Zhou Yueyue if he knew what the avant-garde was, and turned his head to secretly look at the young man who looked out the window. The train was about to pass the tunnel, which was a silhouetted side, both angle and clarity were too silhouetted. In an instant, the train entered the tunnel, and I whispered to Zhou Yueyue in the dark: "How do you know that it is Cheng Jiamu? Didn't it mean that Cheng Jiamu is quite low-key, she lives in a quiet place, does not sign and hold a discussion, nor does she post her own photos on her blog..."

Zhou Yueyue interrupted me and said, "You can't believe in the wisdom and power of the media, but you can't believe in the wisdom and power of the people of Tianya. Last time there was a building on Tianya who was speculating on handsome male writers. I don't know which rapeseed flower was released with a photo of Cheng Jiamu. Because it was so amazing, I remember it. It's so handsome, a bit like Naoto Fujiki when he was young."

Zhou Yueyue continued to lament the beautiful men. In fact, just judging from the silhouette just now, Cheng Jiamu may not be very outstanding. However, after experiencing the destruction of batches of beautiful writers, the people have generally taken a relatively tolerant attitude towards the writer's appearance.

I recall reading a book by Jiamu last year, writing a talented and cute little girl who loves painting. The little girl has a childhood sweetheart. They lived a miserable study life in a small coastal town where they went to cram school to tutor for day and night on weekends. Everyone yearned for the reduction of the burden of quality education to blow into this small town, but in the midst of exploring, all they could wait for was the bad news of the three major comprehensive 1 of the college entrance examination. The little girl's parents carefully studied the model of the college entrance examination in the past two years, and then studied the girl's grades. They felt that she had to take the S Academy of Fine Arts, so they specially hired a tutor to tutor her.

Drawing. The tutor is the son of her mother's friend, a young painter. The little girl learns painting with her teacher and separates her boyfriend. Her boyfriend gets closer and closer with another girl, and even agrees to go to the same university. The little girl cannot tolerate it and is deeply hit. In order to divert her attention, she desperately draws. In the process of learning painting with her teacher, she has an ambiguous relationship with her teacher. But this is destined to be something that cannot end up well. The little girl cannot accept that she actually has immoral thoughts about the teacher and always suppresses herself. The boyfriend soon realized that she wanted to be the same

The one who was in college was definitely not the other girl. She returned to the little girl, hoping to get her understanding. In order to prevent herself from going further and further on the road of incompatibility, the little girl tried to accept her boyfriend again, but she could not pass her own level. The two broke up and got back together. The teacher was always a teacher, but it was also a thorn between the two. Finally one day, the teacher left this small town, and the little girl watched him leave, hesitant, but did not say anything to keep him. The little girl who loves painting and her little boyfriend returned to the peaceful days of the past, and even secretly tried the ban.

As a result, with a child, the two of them were worried and excited, as if the shadow of the young painter had disappeared from them. At this moment, news of the person's death in an accident came from the other side of the ocean. The next day, the little girl also disappeared. The little boyfriend thought it was a premeditated disappearance, but she still couldn't forget the teacher who had never spoken out of love. But three days later, the police came to their house and brought the news that the little girl died in a murder. The story came to an abrupt end. No one knew whether the little girl loved her boyfriend or her former teacher at the last moment of her life.

The book is called "The Girl in Red Dress", which is his new book last year. It is very low-key and has basically no publicity. The style of writing has changed the coldness and sharpness of the past, and the pen is affectionate. There are also two inscriptions written on the title page, "For me, the girl in heaven." I have not forgotten this story for a long time. I didn't realize that high school students can be so vigorous, but when I think back to my high school, it seems to be more vigorous than others, so it's not easy to say anything. Zhou Yueyue and I read the book at the same time, she was mainly confused about why the heroine felt that she was incompetent for the teacher. Her view was: "It's just a tutor. What's incompetent for both of them? It's incompetent for both of them. It's incompetent for a marriage that both of them are boring. You have a mistress and I have a little white face. It's incompetent for you. True love... It's incompetent."

The train had already passed through the tunnel and the carriage was bright. I asked Zhou Yueyue: "Do you want to sign with him?"

Zhou Yue thought for a while and said, "I brought a white fur vest in my pocket. You said I asked him to sign the name on this fur vest. According to market rules, how much can I sell it to his fans?"

On the one hand, I think Zhou Yueyue is very economical, and on the other hand, I think it is really hard to estimate, so I can say: "The price of derivative products of celebrities is the same as the price of supporting stars. They basically do not follow the market rules. I think this mainly depends on how stupid the person who buys your fur vest can be. Generally, they can sell for one or two hundred yuan. If they are particularly stupid, they may sell for one or two thousand yuan."

Zhou Yueyue's eyes suddenly lit up. Two seconds later, he thought: "Bu Cheng Jiamu is a novelist, a literati, there is still a difference between literati and artist, it can't be sold that high, right?"

While helping her get her travel bag, I comforted her: "In this society, literati are famous for being artists, and artists are famous for being literati. There is no big difference, please relax."

We found the fur vest, turned our heads to observe Cheng Jiamu's movements, and tried to find a suitable time to come forward and ask him to give him a letter. He still maintained his posture of looking out the window, and raised his right hand to press the earplugs.

I kept my eyes open and said to Zhou Yueyue: "Girl, go up bravely."

Zhou Yueyue said, "Okay, I'll be..." Before he finished speaking, Cheng Jiamu suddenly turned his head. Suddenly he saw his front, I pressed Zhou Yueyue's upper body, which was about to move.

Zhou Yueyue said: "What are you doing?"

I said, "Can you speak Japanese?"

Zhou Yueyue said: "Ha...ah...one...one he..."

I said, "Is there any normal one?"

Zhou Yueyue thought for two seconds: "Eight grids are on the way."

I stroked my head and said, "You'd better not to embarrass people. People are obviously Naoto Fujiki. You can't even say a few words in serious Japanese words. Go and ask someone what signature they want."

Zhou Yueyue was shocked and said, "No, look at him, it looks the same as the photo posted on Tianya. Tianya said that it was Cheng Jiamu."

I waved my hand and said, "The emperor of Tianya said that Han Han and Guo Jingming are a couple. If you believe that Tianya is worse than Tianya, you shouldn't be too naive. Maybe who is spoofing it? Put the photo of Naoto Fujimu and fool you said that it was Cheng Jiamu. Can there be someone who looks so similar in the world? Isn't it of the same nationality?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he sat a distance from us five seconds ago. Naoto Fujiki, who was listening to music and watching the scenery, was sitting next to Zhou Yueyue in a flash.

Zhou Yue opened his mouth wider, and I also opened my mouth wider.

Zhou Yueyue said nervously: "Chong, you are so angry."

Naoto Fujiki did not respond.

Zhou Yueyue continued to say nervously: "Oh Dad, I'm so happy."

Naoto Fujiki still didn't respond.

Zhou Yueyue said in a desperate situation: "Can, can youuspeak English?"

Naoto Fujiki was finally moved, but he didn't look at Zhou Yueyue. He grabbed my right hand and glanced at it quickly, and his fingers slashed across the black mole in the palm of his palm.

Zhou Yueyue said in a lost voice: "Youwantdowhat?"

Naoto Fujiki used pure, based on northern dialects. Zhao Zhongxiang died of hatred after hearing this. He greeted me in standard Mandarin: "Egg tart, it's gone for eight years."

Zhou Yueyue looked at me in horror, and I also looked at her in horror. Everyone was speechless in an instant. For a long time, I said, "You are not Naoto Fujiki?" Zhou Yueyue also cooperated and added: "Is it really Cheng Jiamu? Pioneer novelist Cheng Jiamu?"

Cheng Jiamu ignored us and looked at me firmly. Except for his frowning, his expression was basically calm. After a while, he lowered his head and played with a matchbox, muttering: "Eight years, I don't believe you are still alive. How big the matter was at that time, the police took the ring to us to identify it. Your mother fainted on the spot. Your father could not accept that you were the victim of the corpse dismemberment case. After Stephen returned to China..."

I didn't understand what he was saying at all. Yan Lang woke up slowly, rubbed his eyes and called me: "Mom."

I responded vaguely, and the matchbox in Cheng Jiamu's hand dropped off the table with a snap: "Your son?"

I pushed Yan Lang: "Call uncle quickly."

Yan Lang called out to Uncle, but Cheng Jiamu did not answer. Yan Lang felt that he had been swept away and looked out the window angrily.

About forty seconds, Cheng Jiamu said, "You are still alive and have a son..." After that, he picked up the matchbox and turned it around twice, suddenly looked up, "No, I haven't heard of Stephen getting married, you are still alive, this child..."

I said, "Ah?"

He looked at me: "You and Stephen..." He stopped talking for a moment, and I was confused.

I think he might know me before he was sixteen, but the information he stated was too high, which caught people off guard. I said, "That..."

He smiled sadly: "After you disappeared, everyone was trying hard to find you. At that time, I told your father that if Stephen insisted on breaking up with you, then after finding you, please give you to me and I want to marry you."

My mouth opened into shape.

He continued: "Later, Stephen returned to China, and I told him that if you were still alive, you would definitely choose me. Although neither he nor I could accompany you until the last moment, at least, when you were the saddest, I was with you, and when he did not show up at that time, he would not be worthy of appearing again in his life."

I was still confused. He pursed his lips and didn't say anything. The atmosphere was cold for a moment. Zhou Yueyue looked at us with a confused look.

I felt that I couldn't be a mess, so I said the word "ah".

The matchbox was lying quietly on the table, and he laughed and said, "Egg Tart, I would definitely make you angry. Of course you wouldn't choose me, you like him so much." He lowered his eyes and said, "But you are already engaged, he is stingy with you to give you the minimum trust and look down on your love like that. When you need him the most, he listened to rumors and left. He is not worthy of being your fiancé. How painful you were at that time, I just wanted him to suffer the same pain." After a pause, he raised his head and looked at me: "Those words really make him very painful. But, if the misunderstanding between you is caused by my reasons, you will live a bad life now, Egg Tart, I..."

He didn't continue talking anymore, closed his eyes, and another row of factories flew past the window, disappearing at the end of his sight in a flash. Zhou Yueyue finally found his voice and said tremblingly: "You guys are..."

I coughed and looked at her innocently.

Cheng Jiamu smiled, and even if I can't look at people, he could see that he was smiling reluctantly. He said, "But you are too cruel. Since you are still alive, you haven't contacted me for eight years."

He looked at me with a sharp look. I shivered by his sad tone and thought: Then I must know that there is a person like you...

Before I could reply, he smiled bitterly: "Yes, we actually have nothing to do now, it doesn't matter whether you contact me or not."

I said, "Actually, that's not what I said..."

He adjusted his sitting position and interrupted me lightly: "Why did you suddenly return to China? How are your uncle and aunt in good health? They have immigrated since you disappeared, and I have never seen them again."

My heart skipped a beat and looked at him blankly. His smile froze: "Don't tell me you're not with them."

I didn't say anything.

He put away his smile and frowned: "You ran away from home because you couldn't accept the fact that your uncle and aunt were not your biological parents. But even if they were not your biological parents, you raised you until you were twenty years old. Do you know how much the news of your death would have hit them?"

I heard a bang in my head, and I didn't know what I felt in an instant.

In the past, I imagined that my life must be complicated and tortuous before I had amnesia, but I didn’t expect that there would be such complex and tortuous twists and turns. Love is Qiong Yao’s love, and family affection is blue love of life and death. No wonder Feng Xiaogang said that life is far deeper than art. But in this love and scene, everything Cheng Jiamu said clearly has no logical errors, and it feels very reliable, but I don’t have any sense of reality.

Looking back, I only looked back for eight years, but these eight years have lived to the core. When I heard about the years eight years ago, it seemed like I heard about the past life. Of course, it was also possible that in his explanation, my life that I had been forgotten for several years was too many dramatic conflicts, which could not make people feel approachable, and it was more like an exaggerated novel that was above all else.

I said, "Don't worry, I've been with them all the time. I'll marry Stephen, I'm living a good life. The past is over, ah, by the way, I heard you're married too?"

He looked at me carefully for a while, probably studying my words to be somewhat credible, but I was so upright that he couldn't help but believe me.
To be continued...