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Chapter 12 Ch12 The Cool Kid

To comfort, meaning to settle, to soothe, to relieve, soothe, or encourage with amusement, hope, reassurance, and sympathy.

Shen Teng never comforts people.

But if you look deeper, carefully recall the corners and corners of the 26 years of memory, and do everything possible to relax the restrictions required for the search, then when he was Shen Jiaying, he did try to comfort the hearts of others.

The specific situation of comfort happened a week after he was dismissed as a parent for “beating” a classmate. Shen Jiaying, who declined all his classmates’ help and suggestions, finished the last day of cleaning the swimming pool, with a backpack on one shoulder, step by step Jumping the steep slope and walking on the only way home, he found the back of his grandmother on the narrow long steps between two buildings near his home.

Shen Yuru was waiting for him.

Everyone knows that Budapest is composed of two cities, Buda and Pest, on the banks of the Danube. Pest is flat, but Buda is full of hills. But in fact, Buda can be divided into Buda and Old Buda further north, and their home is in In the ancient Roman period, the old capital of Old Buda, which had garrisons on a high terrain, settled down.

When she was young and ignorant, Shen Jiaying asked Shen Yuru more than once, why she finally chose such an old city that even the king gave up as her permanent foothold after traveling thousands of miles away from home and traveling most of Europe.Shen Yuru, who is a grandmother, usually said that she was too lazy to answer this question that was obviously asked by a child who lacked life experience, but very occasionally, she also revealed the slightest reason.

As the capital full of Hungarian legends, Budapest's fascinating charm naturally does not need to be described too much, but the reason why it can make a girl born and raised in an ancient oriental country finally choose to settle here is also very simple - she traveled to There is no money here.

The reason is extremely helpless and realistic, and among the three options of staying here, trying to evade fares to the next station, and contacting family members in China for help, Shen Yuru made the choice easily—she didn’t do it here from the beginning. The luthier is now, and Ms. Shen started by washing dishes.

This is not an answer that sounds fateful, no wonder Shen Yuru seldom mentions it, but it is also dramatic enough, and with this as a starting point, many stories from generation to generation will be created in the future.

The steps between the two buildings were covered by the shadow of the building, and they were extremely cool. Walking a dozen or so steps forward, in the rectangular field of vision limited by the blue brick and stone walls on both sides, the warm and bright sun was shining without a trace. Spread it on every speck of dust flying in the air without mercy.

One morning many years later, the grown-up Shen Jiaying unexpectedly saw a similar scene in Barcelona on the other side of the world.

—do you miss him?

The young Shen Jiaying turned to look at the woman sitting beside him.

--certainly.Shen Yuru, who came out from home with a cup of hot tea, replied lightly.

Shen Jiaying was thoughtful: The end of death is oblivion.

Edwin is dead, but he's still alive.Shen Jiaying said that this is really fucking cool.

Shen Yuru leaned forward with a smile.

——Then I wish someone will remember you in the future?

- It doesn't matter if there is no one.The boy bit the Sprite straw and raised the corners of his lips.

——For the deceased, death is death.

--oh?You don't believe in souls?

——Has doubt?

Shen Jiaying pursed her mouth, and looked around at the environment that seemed a bit too cool.

——To be honest, if Edwin's soul is really beside us at this moment, would you feel terrible?Or do you want to say something to him?

Shen Yuru seemed to have never considered this issue, raised her eyebrows slightly, and finally set her eyes on the street lamp on the side of the road that hadn't had time to light up.

Many times, before Edwin pursued her and they fell in love, men often stood there quietly waiting for her.

——Do nothing.

she said finally.

——As it is now, continue to spend every day in an ordinary way.

If people really have spirits after death, she hoped that Edwin could be reincarnated as soon as possible.Life is wonderful, and he doesn't have to waste time waiting because of the short-term fetters of this life.

—Hey, grandma.

--uh-huh.

- You are so cool.

You are so cool.

This is Shen Jiaying's comfort.

"I don't comfort people."

Shen Teng, who was very self-aware, moved his shoulders back helplessly, while keeping the distance between the two of them, he tried his best to look at Qin Zheng with sincerity.

Perhaps people can really be changed. This time, not only did Shen Tom not bother with Qin Zheng about him calling himself "Shen Jiaying", but even Shen Tom didn't notice that he was under the siege of Qin Zheng just now. Xia Ye just tilted his body backwards with his hands behind his back, and the soles of his feet remained motionless as if heels had been quietly nailed to his heels by an invisible fairy.

But as cunning as he was by nature, he easily moved himself out of Qin Zheng's breathing range with his instinctive reaction.

Objects that can be approached by bowing their heads quickly disappear from the lips and teeth, and the remaining fragrance lingers in the air under the dome.

Qin Zheng blinked slowly, unhurriedly straightened his back again, and calmly looked at Shen Teng, who was already smiling gracefully at the corner of his mouth.

It was another game where the field was only a square inch, and the outcome was not divided.

The No. [-] contestant, Shen Teng, has always liked the tactics of attacking late and waiting for changes, while the past performance of the other No. [-] contestant made him look more impetuous and impatient, but maybe it was because of his short-lived high position in Jiangcheng. After tempering Qin Zheng's will, since the reunion, he unexpectedly showed unprecedented patience and composure.

"I have a secret, I want to tell you." Qin Zheng said slowly.

The second young master's secret is not something that can be heard at will, and no one knows what price they will pay for it.But the gambler Shen Teng has long since lost his hole cards, and he never cares about winning or losing. At this moment, he just smiles fearlessly to show that he is all ears.

Qin Zheng: "I lost your wallet."

Shen Teng blinked.

Although the backpacks of the two of them were kept by each of them along the way, when they were exchanging currency with strangers outside the church just now, Shen Ma handed over his wallet to Qin Zheng at the suggestion of Qin Zheng... Huge mistake.

Qin Zheng lowered his eyelids, with a rare humble attitude: "Is there a lost and found place here?"

Shen Teng frowned: "Are you taking revenge on me?"

"Why?" Qin Zheng asked in a low voice, "Is this wallet very important to you?"

"Of course—" Shen Teng dragged his voice angrily, and couldn't hold back his laughter, "It's average, it's just that I'm used to it."

His smile is beautiful, and his eyes are also curved, but there is a moment of hesitation in his gaze, which makes Qin Zheng catch a glimpse of fleeting regret with sharp eyes.

"I'm really taking revenge on you."

Under the confused gaze of Shen Ma that didn't react, Qin Zheng took out the "lost and found" luxury old wallet from his jacket pocket that looked like a Doraemon pocket, and tapped lightly on the man's smooth forehead. Knocked.

"Aren't you very good at catching thieves? You almost got robbed without knowing it." The second young master satirized lazily.

The wallet was half exposed in the pocket of the windbreaker, and the thief fumbled for it. Fortunately, Qin Zheng quickly picked up the guy's collar a few meters away and brought it back, while Shen Teng was so slow." Qin Zheng walked back and put the wallet back into his pocket, and then patted him on the shoulder from behind to ask him to hand over the wallet to him." He was completely unaware of the previous text.

"When am I good at..."

Uh, at the Copenhagen airport, he seemed to have stopped a thief for Qin Zheng.

"Okay." Shen Teng took his wallet again with confidence, opened it and subconsciously checked whether something was properly stored.

That thing is so obvious, it can even be said to be extremely eye-catching, even Qin Zheng, who didn't plan to explore deliberately, accidentally saw it.

There is a picture of a woman in Shen Teng's wallet.

It's not Shen Yuru, but the eyes of Shen Yuru and Shen Teng are very similar.

"A beautiful woman is heaven for the eyes, but hell for the soul."

Shen Teng smiled and shook the wallet in his hand: "It's more... the purgatory of the wallet?"

There are nine world-famous bridges on the Danube River in Budapest, the most famous of which, like Tower Bridge in London, is the landmark of the capital, the oldest chain bridge of Széchenyi.

When Shen Teng and Qin Zheng walked to the bridge along the river bank, it was the clearest time in the afternoon. After the rain, Budapest was cloudless, weaving circles of blue-green dreamy waves on the vast river.There are many tourists on the bridge. The stone lions at both ends of the bridge have witnessed the past and today of Budapest. The concentric locks hanging on the bridge are younger than it, but they are already in Under the wind and sun, there are traces of time's ruthlessness.

Budapest is beautiful.

It has a rich, splendid and bleak history. Although the castles, churches and even the bridges connecting Buda and Pest in the city are almost all rebuilt after the war, every corner of the city will not make people feel that it is different from itself. A thick historical disconnect.

With both arms resting on the bridge that he had crossed countless times when he was young, Shen Teng took off his hat, and felt the moist fragrance of the spring breeze blowing on his face after a long absence and nostalgia.

Qin Zheng on the side was very quiet until Shen Teng barely opened his eyes from the crow-like wind in Budapest, only to find that he seemed to have been staring at the direction they came for a long time.Following his gaze, Shen Teng saw that Qin Zheng was staring at some people who stopped by the bank to offer flowers.

"That's the Holocaust Memorial Sculpture." He squinted his eyes and looked at the invisible dots between the Chain Bridge and the Margaret Bridge, and introduced to Qin Zheng as tactfully as possible, "There are 60 pairs of irons in total. Shoes, children's, boots, high-heeled shoes... are used to commemorate the large number of Jews who were taken to the banks of the Danube and shot when the Arrow Cross Party staged a coup."

Every time he passed by there when he was a child, Shen Yuru would lead him to send a bouquet of flowers.

Budapest is beautiful.Shen Yuru is very beautiful.So is Shen Yuru's daughter.

Sometimes, Shen Teng felt that his female elders were indeed very similar to Budapest.

With the damp water vapor on the river in his nostrils, Shen Teng took out the wallet that he had lost several times in the cathedral, and leaned against the bridge in an extremely dangerous posture to open it at will.

The photos in the wallet are a bit old, but the picture is still very clear.The young girl wearing a pink beret has long curly hair that looks malnourished, and her slender fingers are lazily holding a cigarette. Her originally clear eye sockets are sunken due to staying up late, and her eyebrows are light. It can be seen from the indifference in her eyes that she should be the kind of girl who is used to looking directly at others.

"This is my mother, her name is Shen Ning (nìng)." Shen Teng introduced.

Qin Zheng's gaze was taken back from the bank of Pace from the moment he took out the wallet.He is very smart and careful, his listening posture is quiet and appropriate, and he does not interrupt Shen Tomato's rare initiative to share stories.

"Actually, it can be said that I have never seen her, but I am familiar with her. When I was at home, I lived in her room."

Shen Ning didn't leave too many traces at home. The biggest object was an old computer. There was not much information left in it, but there were still some files in the recycle bin that hadn't been shredded in time.Shen Jiaying learned to play computer when he was seven or eight years old. The trash can icon full of waste paper could be seen on the desktop every time he turned on the computer, but it was not until he was 13 that he finally had the courage to right-click to restore the data.

It was a video of Shen Ning when he was a child, learning ballet, singing, and pasting cakes on Shen Yuru's camera at a birthday party.

"Maybe because of her young age, her voice is very thin and sweet. It's a kind of cold sweetness."

When she grew up, Shen Ning's rebellion exceeded everyone's imagination.She fell in love with someone she shouldn't love, and eloped with him in a foreign land at a young age, but after a few years of no news, she came back pregnant with another person's child, and then turned around and ran to the next unknown person. People know the distance of the future.

Sometimes, Shen Teng would secretly guess that maybe what Shen Ning fell in love with was not a specific person, but the wind in the Gulf of Naples, the heat of the sun, the rainbow in the dark night, the air that she concretized, which was completely different from the Danube. The love song of the drunkard who drifts in...

He can probably understand, because many times in the past, he also responded to other people's invitations entirely out of such original intentions.

"Do you miss her?"

Qin Zheng asked the question that Shen Jiaying asked Shen Yuru many years ago.

"It's hard to answer," Shen Teng lowered his eyelids amusedly, "I don't know her well, and I don't have the emotional basis for the word 'missing'. But I think of her often, which is true."

But he would only think of Shen Ning when he was a child in those videos. Shen Teng never thought about what his mother was doing now, or what would happen if she was by his side.

Shen Teng is an artist who lacks romantic thinking, he rarely thinks about impossible things, and when he thinks of Shen Ning, he thinks that Shen Ning is a person who is obsessed with pretending to be cool, rather than seeing her as his mother. Little kid.

There is not much difference from Qin Zheng.

"So you often think of me too?" Qin Zheng, who kept silent, grasped another completely unnecessary point.

His question was too sudden and unexpected. With an inattentive hand trembling, Shen Tengzhen dropped his wallet into the rolling waves of the bottomless Danube.

Shen Teng: "..."

Qin Zheng: "..."

The two adults leaned on the railing in unison and stretched their heads down the bridge.

Qin Zheng: "Is this my fault?"

Shen Teng: "..."

Qin Zheng: "Photo, I, I'm sorry, Shen Jia..."

"It's okay." Shen Teng chuckled and interrupted Qin Zheng's helpless apology.

When he stroked his long hair and raised his head, Qin Zheng was surprised to find that, rather than being sad, the helpless arc that appeared on this man's lips was more genuinely funny.

"The wallet should have been changed long ago, the photo is a reprint, the original is on the computer, and thank you for giving me a wonderful day. And..."

The spring breeze of Budapest, which is gentler than the wind in all places in Europe, kissed his long hair tenderly. Shen Teng turned his head to look at Buda on the other side of the Chain Bridge, exhaled like a sigh, and said softly: "I didn't want to Going back... But, since we've all come here."

"Let's go," he held out his hand to Qin Zheng, "I'll take you to my house."

His home is in the north of Budapest, on the hills of Old Buda.Walking on the bluestone brick road, passing by tourists with backpacks full of flowers, he habitually bought a huge whole-wheat baguette from the nearby bakery that has been open for decades, and handed it to Dai After putting on sunglasses, Qin Zheng, who looked like a thug, carried it with him as a weapon.

Straight streets, crooked alleys, bakeries, corner flower shops behind newsstands.

On the way home he and his Vienna classmates pointed out step by step on Google Maps in the log cabin in the snowstorm in Oslo, after many years, Shen Teng’s increasingly blurred memory finally stepped on the shadow of him sitting and chatting with Shen Yuru When he was on the stone steps and looked at the golden sunshine in front of him, which he had traced from Barcelona, ​​all of them came back to his mind in an instant, like waves.

A dozen or so steps below the stone steps, there is a very beautiful door plaque hanging on the second mahogany shop door of the building on the left. It was written by a Chinese girl for 20 years many years ago. After that, I used the Hungarian I just learned to carve it for the small shop I entered later.

"I would like to be a torrent / a small river in the mountains / pass over rough roads and rocks"

By her favorite poet.

"Hey cool kid."

Under Pei Duofei's poems, Shen Yuru, who was wrapped in a shawl, was leaning against the door frame with her head tilted as she expected, toasting the returning guests and his friends from afar.

"Back?" she asked.

Standing under the lamp a few steps away from the woman, Shen Teng curled the corners of his lips, nodded to her after a long absence, completely out of muscle memory, and said what he used to say to Shen Yuru every time he came home from school The first sentence: "I miss you so much, grandma."