still water deep sound

Chapter 136 Streets

Although the sunshine in early spring is very bright, it is not warm enough.Fine dust floats in the sun, and the air is dry and turbid.The green plants on the roadside seem to be sick, without the vitality and prosperity of spring.

There are very few pedestrians in the huge city, and everyone wraps themselves up like a soldier ready to fight. They are in a hurry, and no one wants to look at anyone more.The new epidemic situation is continuously broadcast on TV, and life and death are parted scene after scene.This is the spring of [-], which left many people with painful pain.

The blue sky is still the blue sky in my memory, and even the daytime floats silently on it.Life used to be in a hurry, and it was too late to appreciate the emptiness of the blue sky and white clouds.But now that there was time, the crowd suddenly became empty.In the long good morning and good night, you will always miss many things involuntarily.Jing Ze couldn't remember which day it was, Qu Jingshen poured him a glass of water, but he forgot to drink it.There are many other small details like this, which I didn't feel precious until now.

When Jing Ze woke up, it was already late at night.The faint light coming through the window shines on the glass beside the bed, the water in the glass has already cooled down.He picked up the glass, and the cold water slid down the throat, which temporarily relieved his congested chest.

As if thinking of something, Jingze hugged his head in pain.He thought he would cry bitterly, but what awaited him was only suppressed hissing.He didn't know how to express himself so that he could vividly engrave the pain in his heart.Everything seemed clumsy and uninspired.

The wound on his wrist has already been bandaged for him, and borneol and other pain-relieving herbs are thoughtfully added to the medicine. It feels cool like autumn rain falling on his face, and the previous pain can even be ignored.

There are two ways for people to express extreme emotions, one is crying bitterly and the other is silence.I have cried bitterly, and the only thing left is silence.As much as you want to say to him, you need to be silent for as long as possible.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the sudden creak broke the original silence.The lights in the room were turned on, and the sudden light blinded people.Jing Ze covered his eyes with his hands as if evading.

Jing Sen stood in front of his bed coldly: "Look up at me."

Jing Ze didn't seem to hear his words, and buried his head lower.Jing Sen wanted to pull his hand, but Jing Ze swung it away vigorously.That wasn't the usual grumpy gesture, it meant a disgusted rejection.

What Jing Sen brought was colder than the glass of water Jing Ze just drank.He said calmly, "He's dead."

Jing Ze pursed his lips in silence, then suddenly raised his injured hand, pointed at the door and shouted, "Get out! Get out!"

Jing Sen was not affected at all, even calmer than before: "This is the truth, I have no reason to lie to you."

Jing Ze turned his head away and stopped looking at him.But Jing Sen could clearly see the tears on his face, and the thin figure from his back unconsciously appeared in his mind, smiling and saying thank you to him.That smile was like sunlight in March in Yangchun, with just the right temperature, making it impossible to refuse.

Jing Sen wanted to reach out and pat Jing Ze on the shoulder, but Jing Ze waved it away viciously: "Get lost!"

Jing Sen stood up and said in a deep voice, "He doesn't want to see you like this."

Jing Ze swept the quilt to the ground in pain, and he rolled off the bed like a rotten leaf: "I beg you to tell me...tell me where he is...he also said that he would spend the rest of his life with me..."

Jing Sen paused as he walked out, and then walked out of the room without looking back.

The door was mercilessly shut.Jing Ze clenched his fist and put it to his mouth, biting it hard, as if this was the only way to relax.I don't know how long it took, until the wound on the back of his hand had stopped bleeding, and he calmed down.It was as quiet as the sea after the tsunami, as calm as every evening in the past.

Jing Ze lay flat on the cold ground, he raised his left hand mechanically.The ring shone coldly under the light of the incandescent lamp, which hurt his eyes a little.The words I said before are still echoing in my ears, and I can still feel the temperature of his body when I close my eyes.Qu Jingshen was smiling and said to let him live a good life, but why did he open his eyes again, everything changed beyond recognition?

Only then did Jing Ze realize that without him, everything would be fart.Not anymore... not anymore.

The sky brightened in the blink of an eye, and the morning sun was still dewy, dampening the corner of the curtains.Jing Ze put on his clothes and went downstairs in a daze.Jing Sen looked up at him, but didn't speak.

Jing Ze was walking aimlessly on the road, and the pedestrians beside him were all wearing masks, so he couldn't see a complete face.I don't know how long I walked, and finally stopped at the entrance of the hospital.The hospital was lifeless, filled with the smell of disinfectant, both doctors and patients had panic and fear written on their faces.

Jing Ze caught a nurse and asked, "Where is the person who was sent to the emergency room a few days ago?! Where is he now?! Please tell me where he is!"

The nurse hurt from being scratched by Jing Ze, and asked him to let go with a little fear.These days, she has seen many such people, either losing relatives or friends.She was also afraid because her aunt had just passed away in the emergency room two days ago.

Seeing that she was silent, Jing Ze let her go in a daze, and continued walking inside.The nurse called to him from behind: "There are a lot of patients entering the emergency room these days, but very few come out."

Jing Ze's tall body could not help but tremble.He suddenly went crazy and ran rampant in the corridor, looking at every ward.Without that familiar figure, I will never see that familiar smile again.The light in front of the emergency room was still on, as if it hadn't been dark since that day.Some people are crying, some people are moaning and groaning because of illness...Among the thousands of voices, only the person in his heart is missing.Thousands of faces, but none of them were the one he wanted to see.

Jing Ze rushed out of the isolation area regardless of the nurse's obstruction.The sun outside had climbed to the mid-heaven, and the light was dazzling, but it failed to bring warmth.Jing Ze ran on the road without a clue, causing the horn of the car to honk.He ran forward desperately like a madman, with many holes in his coat.But he is not a lunatic, and the memories in his mind flooded like a flood, making him unable to tell the direction of reality.

Until his heart was so heavy that he couldn't run anymore, Jing Ze knelt down on the street exhausted.He looked up at the sun that had been following him, raised his mouth and smiled, but tears fell unexpectedly, and he knelt down on the street and cried bitterly like a loser.The nurse told him that all the bodies of infected people had been transported to a special place for cremation, and he couldn't even see him for the last time...that was the person sleeping next to him, how ridiculous, and he couldn't even see him for the last time.

——Can the fire burn that ring?Like all bones burned to ashes, mixed with different people.Even if I love you, can I find you at the first sight?It turns out that all love is destined to be fragile from the moment it is afraid of losing.It turns out that the winner who is strong everywhere is the loser who takes him as the yardstick.

Now that I lost you, I admit that I lost everything.With red eyes, Jing Ze carefully looked at the city where he grew up. All the happiness collapsed overnight.Only when you have been happy can you experience the feeling of loss more clearly, just like a thorn stuck in your heart forever, and it will stay there forever.

Goodbye, see you again.

The day Jingze left was cloudy and windy.The wind in March is not mild, and it is still chilly when it blows on the body.He tidied up the things Qu Jingshen had left behind and took them away with him.He was wearing a black windbreaker that day, with the collar turned up high, covering half of his face.

The plane took off, and there was an endless buzzing in my ears.Jing Ze looked through the window, wanting to take a last look at the city, but unfortunately, dense clouds gathered together, completely blocking his sight.

——He probably hasn't been on a plane yet, and he probably still has a lot of things to do.

Jing Sen suddenly asked him, "What are your plans for the future?"

Jing Ze said, "Is there anything too busy to finish?"

Jing Sen said, "You are running away."

Jing Ze glanced at him and said with a sneer, "Forget it, how can someone like you understand?"

Jing Sen repeated his words coldly: "A person like me... yes, a person like me, you are quite right."

Jing Ze sighed, half leaned on the seat discouraged, and said to Jing Sen: "I don't want to argue with you about this now." After Jing Ze finished speaking, he closed his eyes and stopped looking at Jing Sen.

Jing Sen smiled wryly, a person like him... no matter how many secrets he pretended in his heart, he would not reveal them.Regarding Fang Qicheng's matter, he was sorry for not being able to help him.But men, if you dare to act, you must dare to act, right?He and Jing Ze are brothers who grew up together. If he had a choice, he would be the first one not to make him sad, and even wanted him to live a peaceful life.

——It would be great if the plane could be abandoned along with the memory after flying over the desert ocean.

After the intense sadness, there are scars left in the bottom of my heart.In the following days, Jingze devoted himself to work day and night.He didn't dare to let himself stop, and sometimes he was so tired that he just lay down on the table and slept for a while.He didn't want to prove anything, he just wanted to have something to do, because when he stopped, he couldn't help but think of Qu Jingshen.

After a month, Jing Ze lost a lot of weight.No matter who works so hard, there will always be some results.But Jing Ze never cared about these things, he just needs to be busy with work now.Jing Sen didn't say a word of persuasion, but just threw all the things in his hands to him, and he was happy to drink tea and watch the news.

But even though he was as tired as mud, Jingze couldn't help but think of him.Especially in the middle of the night, when one is lying in bed.Jing Ze turned on the bedside lamp and took off the ring on his hand to play with.He didn't tell Qu Jingshen that there were actually words engraved on the inside of the ring.As for what is engraved, it doesn't matter now.

Later, Jing Ze became a well-known figure in the company not only because of his outstanding performance.He doesn't take the initiative to talk to people, and many colleagues call him an overtime madman behind his back.It seems that the purpose of his existence is to work.

Jingze would often feel a thin figure standing aside and looking at him.He didn't speak, but his eyes were full of smiles.He hoped that he would live a good life, but he could not accompany him for the rest of his life.They had spoken a lot before, but now, although they had a lot of words, they had nothing to say.

In the days when missing and busy are intertwined, half a year has passed in a blink of an eye.It's already summer, with the same scorching breath, but without the human touch of City B.Jing Ze suddenly wanted to go back to China for a visit, but immediately dismissed the idea.He sent a text message to Jing Sen: I want to rest for a while, and I will come back when I have enough rest.

Standing on the street in a foreign country, I don't know where to go.Jing Ze got into the car and drove around aimlessly.The sun followed all the way, and the silhouette reflected on the car window was like the road he walked.He played a song casually, a very soothing English song, a bit like Qu Jingshen.Qu Jingshen said: Live well.Jing Ze raised his head, squinting at the bright sun above his head.

——I live a good life like you said, but I miss you.

But, I miss you.

The phone rang suddenly, interrupting his contemplation.Jingze pressed the answer button casually: "Hello..."

The signal was intermittent, and there were bursts of noise in the ears. The sound was a bit like an old radio. Although it was old, it was very textured.Seeing that no one spoke, Jing Ze asked suspiciously, "Hello?"

There was another murmur, and someone spoke later, and the person said, "It's me."

Jing Ze was stunned for a moment!The hand holding the phone couldn't help shaking, but his voice was shaking more than his hand.How many days and nights, I have imagined the scene of seeing him again, thought of countless lines, but at this moment I don't know what to say.

I always feel that what I say is superfluous, and I feel that there are too many things to say, and I don't know where to start.

Seeing that Jingze didn't respond, he asked again: "Can you hear it? Huh?" It was still such a gentle voice, like a calm lake.

After Jingze choked up several times, he couldn't cry anymore.He hastily wiped away the hot tears on his face, sniffed hard, and said softly, "Honey, I'm..."

——I have always been here, thinking of meeting you unexpectedly every day, even in a dream.

Qu Jingshen had just put away the clothes to dry, and the fragrance of washing powder was still wafting in the room.Leaning on the sofa, he couldn't help the red circles under his eyes: "I miss you very much." The pain in his heart was no less than that of Jing Ze, and the miss was the same.

Jing Ze opened the car door and rushed out, standing on the street like a kid and shouting, "I miss you too! I miss you so much!"

He couldn't wait to call and book a plane ticket back home, and then drove home to get his passport.