Another two months passed by in a hurry.

Spring is gradually fading away, and summer is lush and lush. This is a vibrant and vibrant season. There is a bright sun in the sky, crossing the dazzling sunshine to the world. Every cicada chirping between the branches carries a rolling heat wave, and occasionally there will be thunderstorms.

I almost forgot that I was a graduate student in the second year of graduate school. The homework this semester was undoubtedly a mess, but even if I was a mess, I could still fly over the pass line at a low altitude, which made Zhou Yueyue, who had been hiding two subjects, and was puzzled.

Yan Lang looked at Zhou Yueyue's transcript and was silent for a while and said, "I heard that your "Marxist Philosophy" is an open-book exam. In this way, you can still fail. You really have some IQ flaws."

Zhou Yue looked at him more and more coldly: "Believe it or not, I will hit you?"

Yan Lang hurriedly hid behind me and accused Zhou Yueyue: "You can't tell me now that I'm going to hit me!"

Zhou Yueyue continued to look at him coldly: "Don't think that you can disobey me if your mother comes back. I can also hit you when she hides behind your mother. Your mother can't beat me."

Yan Lang pondered for two seconds and immediately hugged Zhou Yueyue's trouser legs: "Yueyue, I was wrong!"

I looked at Yan Lang sadly, not knowing what the child who now knows how to change the wind has experienced in the past few months following Zhou Yueyue.

Life seems to be back to its original appearance, as long as you don’t think deeply, but it’s different after all. Those differences are hidden from regrets and vague injuries, but I think one day they will be forgotten. I will accompany Lin Qiao to exercise every day, supervise him to take medicine on time, and make nutritious meals for him, and live a step-by-step life.

But for several days at noon, I received a strange call during my nap, starting with 001, but there was no one on the other end of the line after it was connected.

I went to check the international area code list and learned that the locations of these phone calls were from the United States, New York, USA.

City C and New York are thirteen hours apart. The call I received in the noon sun was called late in the night in New York.

After that, I didn't take the phone call again and again, and the ringtone rang again and again. The irony was that my cell phone ringtone was the a cappella of the caller, an old song by You Hongming: "Time is very strange, and you have love and then separate. Outside the sky, who is calling me, looking through the dictionary of memories, can't explain love clearly. After the first thousand days and nights, I suddenly woke up." I didn't seem to mention that Qin Mo was good at singing.

I bit my nails nervously in the ringtone, but I didn't think about turning it off. I wanted to hear him sing "The first thousand days and nights, suddenly I woke up", as if I was dreaming and would wake up soon.

When all ten nails were bitten to pieces, I changed the ringtone and ended my imagination.

As the saying goes, "The worst is coming." After repeated bad luck, it seems that a good day has finally come. Many good things happened during the summer vacation in 2008.

For example, my mother performed well in prison and her sentence was reduced to eight years. For example, my grandmother got a folk remedy from a newly moved Chinese doctor in the town, which completely cured her old problem that had not been cured for many years. For example, Yan Lang won the first prize in the National Primary School Mathematics Olympiad Competition. Their class teacher asked me to discuss it and said that the child was very good at learning and was considering whether he was considering letting him skip the grade. For example, Zhou Yueyue's calculation was wrong during the safety period, and when he was with Mr. He, he accidentally won the prize.

Regarding this last thing, Zhou Yueyue’s idea is that after artists cannot have children, giving birth can easily make the artist normal, and once it is normal, it is difficult to have deep artistic creation. In the spirit of dedication to art, she plans to get rid of the child. Although I comforted her that you can still do performance art without doing architectural art. Performance art does not have high requirements for spiritual level, she still insists on taking away the child.

There is no airtight wall in the world. This matter is naturally known by Mr. He, and it soon turns into a family knowing it. Mrs. He is single-handed for five generations of the family. Mrs. He is so happy that he almost fainted. He immediately prepared a generous betrothal gift and went to Zhou Yueyue's house with Mr. He to propose marriage in person.

Frightened by the power of the He family, Zhou's father and mother agreed happily. The parents of both sides reached a high consensus. Zhou Yueyue has since been taken off school and placed under house arrest. He has served delicious food and drinks every day, and only waited for the good day of next month to marry Mr. He. Although he had tried to resist, there will be suppression wherever there is resistance, and he was suppressed thoroughly every time. Zhou Yueyue finally raised the white flag and Mr. He was very satisfied.

Zhou Yueyue came to me to discuss: "Song Song, you will be my bridesmaid on the day I got married."

I said, "That won't work, I have a son."

She insisted: "It just so happens that your son will come to be a flower girl for me."

I said, "This is really not true, there is no precedent."

She looked at the young master He next to her: "If Song Song doesn't become my bridesmaid, I won't get married."

Mr. He said: "Yan Song, okay, okay?"

I said, "Okay then."

Just as Zhou Yueyue’s wedding was in full swing, I went to the TV station as often that day.

There were no people in the desk, and there were only Jiang Tian and Chen Ying in the office. They seemed to be discussing something. Seeing me pushing the door in, they were stunned for a moment, and after being stunned, they continued to discuss their heads.

I had already handed my resignation letter to the boss a few days ago. After finishing this semester, I didn’t plan to do it anymore. On the one hand, I had to be busy with internships, and on the other hand, I had to be busy looking for a job. The boss agreed and planned to let Jiang Tian take over my class. In the last few times I came to the office, I had to hand over the work with her.

I sorted out the materials for a while, picked out the useful ones and handed them over to her.

She took it casually and suddenly raised the volume and said to Chen Ying: "This is the case in the entertainment industry. You see, some little celebrities want to marry into wealthy families all their lives and want to climb high branches to be phoenixes, but they just don't look at how much they weigh, and take the initiative to put it on for others to play. In the end, after they get engaged, they still get engaged, get married, and they think they can do anything, but in the end they are just given a few dollars."

Chen Ying laughed: "Who can you blame me? I made myself too cheap."

They were discussing enthusiastically, and I was inconvenient to disturb me. After sorting out the information, I was about to leave. My hand was already holding the door. Jiang Tian called me: "Hey, Senior Sister Yan, do you know that Teacher Qin is engaged?"

I turned to look at her.

She opened the magazine in her hand and stood it up to show me: "You won't know, right? It's all published in the magazine. His fiancée is a painter, beautiful and talented, and has a good family background. The media commented that it was a good marriage for the century. Legend has it that the pink diamond engagement ring he gave to his fiancée costs more than 200,000 US dollars."

Five steps away, Qin Mo in the magazine was no different from nine months ago. He had a proper shirt and a suit, and a Western beauty with deep black hair and deep eyes in his arms. The beauty was wearing a green skirt that dragged the ground, and the smile on her face was pure and beautiful.

I have said earlier that he will find a good girl with a simple family background and a well-behaved appearance.

Jiang Tian asked me with a smile: "Senior Sister Yan, what's wrong with you?"

I moved my eyes away from the magazine and smiled: "It's nothing. A handsome man looks good, and he looks like a perfect match."

Didn’t I expect such a day? Didn’t I say I would bless him?

He must live a good life, be lucky than anyone else, and have the most perfect marriage in the world.

The next afternoon, I was looking at a topic given by the professor at home. I received a call from Lin Qiao in the middle of the way, saying that I was waiting for me in a cafe next to the school and had something to say to me.

Yan Lang copied the text aside. Seeing that I was about to go out, he was ready to move: "Mom, my text is about to be finished. Can you watch "Naruto" for an hour?"

I thought about it and felt that he had nothing to do after copying the text, so I assigned him another text for him to copy. Yan Lang bit the pen and looked at me sadly: "Mom, is Lin Qiao asking you to go to a cafe to propose to you? Do you don't love me anymore after you get married to him?"

I said, "What stupid things are you saying?"

He kept sad: "You asked me to copy the text, you didn't let me read "Naruto".

We confronted each other for a long time, and I said, "I'm afraid of you, the computer password is 555555."

He said: "Mom, I'm discussing our future with you!"

I said: "There is no automatic lock screen set up this time, so you can watch it as long as you want."

He said, "Mom, be careful on the way."

I don’t know why Lin Qiao wanted to see me in the cafe, but strangely, I didn’t care about this. Even Yan Lang told me that he might be proposing to me in the cafe, but he didn’t cause much ripples in his heart. He just thought, is this day finally coming? Is this established thing finally going to happen?

Recently, I have suddenly developed some Taoist style of following the trend when it comes to people and things.

The reindeer cafe was sparsely populated in the afternoon. I hurried over with an insulated bottle. Lin Qiao was sitting by the window and looking at a magazine. The cover was so simple that it was almost simple that there was a long list of English characters printed on it. The paper page was quite thick in my hand, so it could only be a medical magazine.

Lin Qiao put a glass of lemonade in front of me. I quickly unscrew the thermos and poured pear juice for him. The waitress in a short skirt came over and asked us what drinks we wanted. Lin Qiao looked up from the magazine and ordered a caramel macchiato for me. In nine months, I developed the habit of bringing an insulated bottle. I always had lung-moisturizing drinks in the thermos. I never forgot to carry it when I went out with him. Zhou Yueyue saw the big ones from the small ones, and praised me with emotion several times: "Song Song, you are simply the rhythm of a professional nurse. How many girlfriends can do you like this?"

I am actually too much like a professional nurse, not very much like a girlfriend.

The waitress brought my macchiato up, and Lin Qiao's eyes were still focused on the magazine. I held the cup and took a sip with the foam, and asked him: "Do you want me to accompany you to study? Let me make it clear on the phone, so I can bring the topic that the professor gave me."

Lin Qiao closed the magazine in her hand and looked at me quietly. After a long time, he said, "Song Song, let's talk."

I mumbled vaguely, and when I sipped Macchiato in the direction, he said, "You are not happy."

I was stunned and looked up at him.

This sentence sounds familiar, I can't remember where I heard it. I am indeed unhappy, but I have been trying to make myself happy. Even if I try hard, I can't fill the corner of my heart. At least I try to make myself cheerful. I laugh a lot every day.

I retorted him with a stiff face and smiled dryly: "What's wrong with me? It's not like this, you're thinking too much."

He looked straight into my eyes, and suddenly I couldn't laugh.

After a long time, he turned his head and looked out the window and whispered: "There is a word called "Bullying on the weak". Have you heard of it? It means that he is unscrupulous in his own weak posture, demanding others everywhere, making things difficult for others, and even," he paused, "using this to kidnap other people's feelings."

He smiled and said, "I hate such people the most, but I didn't expect that one day I would become such a person."

I instantly understood what he meant, held his hand and said, "No, Lin Qiao, you did not kidnap my feelings. Making many choices in life is not just about following feelings. There are many reasons why I choose you..."

He held my fingers back and cage them in his hand: "But it's not for love, right, Song Song?"

I was speechless. I was just too honest because I was too honest and couldn't speak.

A layer of dimness slowly rose in his eyes, but he comforted me softly: "Don't care, Song Song."

He was born to be a doctor and could stay calm at any time, whether it was to comfort himself or the patients.

His voice was still very calm, but exhausted. He said, "Do you know Song Song, if you were not by my side, I would definitely not be able to get better. You don't know what you mean to me. I was holding a boat in the storm, and you have always been my lighthouse." He closed his eyes, "When I was sick, I only thought about you as my lighthouse, and when I got better, I thought a lot. I still want to be with you. Although you are not happy, I... I even tried to convince myself that even if it was out of mercy at the beginning, as long as we were together, one day you will fall in love with me again, one day you will be happy again, after all, you used to love me."

He has always been prudent, but he said so many words today, and such emotional words have compared me to a beacon. His heart jumped up violently, and I had a premonition that he would say something else.

He looked at me: "I want you to live a good life. Whether in the past or present, this mood has never changed, but... your happiness is not with me."

Autumn is coming, and the sunshine outside the window is the last sunshine of this summer. It seems like I want to keep something, and there is a kind of lazy enthusiasm.

Lin Qiao approached me in such sunshine, and I looked up at him slightly. This was the first time I had looked at him so seriously since he was discharged from the hospital.

He had recovered almost the same time, with black and soft hair, black and silent eyes, and handsome and upright wearing a black shirt.

His lips brushed against my cheeks and whispered in my ears: "I missed the best time to get you. I let you go. What you did for me is enough."

I looked at him blankly, not knowing why things suddenly turned so fast. There was a sadness in his eyes, but his voice was very calm. He asked me: "Song Song, you used to love me, right?"

I nodded blankly.

His hands were on the table, hesitated for a moment, and his lips tapped on my forehead.

When the glass door opened, it touched the wind chime beside the door, and a tingling sound was heard. Outside the glass door, Lin Qiao's back gradually faded away and merged into the street scene like oil paintings. I only realized that the sycamore trees on both sides of the street that shone in the sun all had heart-shaped leaves.

I sipped the macchiato in the cup bit by bit and found that this drink became more and more sweet after it cooled down. There were layers of emotions in my heart, sad, confused, and then relaxed. It was like a three-layer cake, neatly folded and bitten down, with the most primitive sweetness and bitterness.

This is Lin Qiao I first met. I liked him. In my most ignorant youth, although we each experienced a lot of pain because of this love, at that time, I did not like the wrong person.

We are still over, maybe deep down, I had already expected this to end.

It was like hearing a train of years, roaring by my ears.

I held the cup and retracted into a huge chair.

I sat in the reindeer cafe for nearly half an hour and was about to leave when someone suddenly blocked the sunlight in front of me.
To be continued...