Chapter 53: Time of Reincarnation

Now Minghan is in the winter vacation. Those who once left this campus one by one also came to an end. Life is like a play. Only when we know that death is coming can we really walk off the stage.

Today's Minghan is no different from when I left. Whether it is a star garden or a mermaid's tears, the so-called human is not like this. Every living body is slowly drifting with the tide, touching every building here, walking through those roads, and those people and those memories will be swept uncontrollably.

But those memories with him lost their temperature over time, faded in color, and gradually diluted into white paper.

As Liu Ziyang said, avoiding all possible opportunities to meet can make all this end as everyone wishes. But why am I dodging every time, but they are happy? What else do I have to be afraid of now? What else do I have to hide? Those that I can't afford and should give up have long been abandoned thousands of miles away.

Now when I hear his name, I have neither pain nor hatred in my heart. There are no more feelings for him. So empty and powerless.

"You don't have to care too much about my whereabouts. I'll leave soon."

A day passed, and I finally calmed down and replied to the morning text message.

"Speak what you lack. Don't use actions to threaten me and threaten yourself. Playing with fire will set yourself on fire."

is still a second-fast reply.

I'm not replying to these meaningless conversations. Many things are tacit to each other.

I stayed in Beijing for a week and went shopping and ate with Yuan Meng almost every day. And Liu Ziyang has been working every time for the reason that he can't get rid of himself and doesn't show up.

"Zhao Lin, I don't know why, I feel that Ziyang is deliberately avoiding us. He is just a life committee member. There are so many things in a day. Yuan Meng looked like a woman.

"Maybe he is really busy. Don't be suspicious all day. You think the world is as happy as you. As long as you play basketball and travel, you can rest after playing games everywhere.

Yuan Meng was directly sent to Minghan's private university after graduation. She said that it was closer to home, and Liu Ziyang was a little male chauvinist who didn't care where Mengmeng went.

"Actually, we just quarreled yesterday." Yuan Meng suddenly said.

"For what?"

In fact, this is something I have been worried about recently. Liu Ziyang intends to avoid me, and Yuan Meng is with me all day long. It is inevitable that the two of them quarrel because of me. I'm also more afraid that Liu Ziyang will tell the secret I have always wanted to hide in the quarrel.

"Actually, it doesn't matter. I haven't been with him much since you came back, and I refused to ask him to come with me every time. Maybe he is jealous." Yuan Meng said with a silly smile.

"Actually, you don't have to stay with me all the time. I plan to go back to Hangzhou tomorrow."

"So fast?"

Yuan Meng's reluctance was not revealed at all.

"There is no water or heating in my house. Don't you think it's a miracle that I can hold on until now?" I teased her.

"Actually, you can come to my house."

"Do you think your light bulb is not bright enough? If I really go, your gentle and lovely doll is bound to kill me." I looked at Yuan Meng in horror and said.

"Just talk nonsense!" Yuan Meng's face turned red and hammered my shoulder shyly.

Yuan Meng's strength is not small, but compared with the slight pain, the little shy look makes my spine more chilly. In my eyes, she is like a strong woman, and she can actually do such a girl's behavior. I couldn't help admiring Liu Ziyang.

Late night, the snow slowly floated in the sky, as lingering and fine as ice. After falling to the ground, it turned into a drop of water, like a girl's pure tears. It's lovely but can't have it.

I am used to wearing glasses only at work, and I have also learned to find a remote shop to sit alone on empty nights, occasionally drink a small glass of beer, and drink as happily as my mother.

People say that daughters should be like fathers, but I want to be more like you, whether sad or happy, can be written on your face without concealment. There is no need to hide anything, and you will not suppress yourself from grievances.

Looking at the dim lights in the distance, the vague and flashing light spots are warm. This is a colorful world. People are used to avoiding in the night and like to tilt all the fragile side to this endless darkness.

Life is like the gray-black wax core in the candlelight. Whether you are willing to burn yourself or not, and the light finally shines on the magnificent palace or the wet and cold pipes. It can't resist the fact that we are gradually consuming ourselves, those we keep chasing. Light is the hope that illuminates the road ahead, and it is also the phantom of the inner desire.

Even if people are loyal to delivering their vulnerability to the night, they still have to rush back to their own candlelight on such a cold night. The hope that the candlelight illuminates the road ahead is also the phantom that confuses the inner desire.

There are fewer and fewer people in the store. Several drunken men collapsed on the table, but their thoughts still tend to pretend to be sober and don't even know what they are. I look at them and myself in the reflection in my cup. My pupils are hollow and my long hair is loose on my shoulders. I always look at them like this. I am a familiar but strange self.

I poured this cup of yellow, transparent ** called wine into my body, and my seemingly happy face could not hide the sadness in my heart.

There are too many small us living in this huge city, and everyone who passes by seems to move forward and live with their own stories.

How many of the hurried people keep running with their dreams, and some of them are unable to withstand the pressure of dreams and throw away the heavy burden that has always been regarded as a treasure.

And I, mixed with this group of people, have nothing left.

Love, hate, family, friendship.

As long as those people use their mouths and moves their own wealth, they can plunder these things.

Maybe I'm drunk, and I seem to see the lights on at home, which is both true and fantastic. As if going back to five years ago, as long as I opened the door, Dad would smile and say, "You're back." Then he took me to the room and handed me a box of my favorite ice cream.

That's not an illusion. The slightly yellow light in the window really comes from my house.

"Dad!" Open the door happily.

No one responded to me. The light in the living room was on, but empty.

Just before I stepped into the door, I had countless fantasies about my parents coming back, and we could live the previous life.

"luo, Luolin..." A trembling voice called my name.

I turned my head towards the source of the sound, which was my room.

"It's really you."

In the dark room, his figure slowly came out with the trembling sound and came out of my memory more and more clearly.

"Why are you here?" The figure in the room came to me.

His body faded away from the darkness and appeared in front of me.

He looks much thinner than when I left two years ago, but he is stronger. Although the face has not changed much, the pupils like black coral are still as deep as a black hole, and they devour people and invisible.

The brown hair is soft and shaggy, and it seems that he has been sleeping until I came back. The black deep V-neck sweater looks whiter and makes the collarbone more beautiful and charming.

Situ Lei, he is no longer the regal teenager in my memory.

"This is my home." My voice is very calm and even cold. Even talking to a complete stranger should not be like this.

"When did you come back?" He walked to the sofa and sat down feebly.

"A week ago."

"Are you still leaving?"

"Tomorrow."

"Where to go?"

"I don't need to report to you."

For the first time, I felt that my body had not stopped shaking since I saw him.

He hasn't spoken for a long time, and I haven't moved in a wheelchair.

"Do you hate me so much?" He closed his eyes and poured his body on the sofa waiting for my answer.

"Yes, would you please leave?" I answered him without any hesitation.

He didn't say anything more, but picked up the diameter of the coat on the sofa and walked to the door.

"Wait a minute..." I suddenly stopped him.

"Give me your key. I don't want anyone to step into my house at will." I said calmly and tried to control myself not to tremble, waiting for him to give me the key.

"I'm sorry, this house is mine now. If you need to see the property certificate of the house, I will ask a lawyer to bring a copy tomorrow. I won't change the door lock. If you don't hate this house, you can live here at any time. With that, he smiled at me, smiling politely and strangely.

"Bearby, you have to leave again tomorrow. Leave me a contact information, and I will ask the lawyer to mail you a copy of the property right certificate. If you still plan to come back to live, I will ask a lawyer to send the rent payment notice and the contract.

I sat there, and my mind was blank.

"Is there anything else?" Situ Lei said and half squatted down to look at me.

"No, you can go." My voice is weak, and I can't bring out the sharpness just now.

"I hope we will see each other again." He looked at me with a charming smile and then rushed out of the door.

I lived in Austria in isolation for a year. In this year, I had no friends, no relatives, and lost contact with everyone. Now I come back, can't find my father, and inexplicably lose my final destination.

I repeatedly thought about every word he just said. I don't know what else happened during my absence.

"How far do you have to destroy my life to be satisfied?"

I seemed to smile, looking at his distant back palely and talking to myself. And I don't know where to pick up those scattered memory fragments to piece together the lost time.

The snow outside is getting bigger and bigger, just like on the night of my birthday three years ago, Situ Lei and I were in the garden of the community, accompanied by snowflakes falling in the air, saying words that are colder than winter and hurt each other.

But today, we still repeat the same thing as then.

Yes, as early as when we took that step, we were destined to have such a result, which is exactly what I want. He hates me, and I also hate him...