Shen Shu

Chapter 6

"Ha, you actually told me that you're afraid you won't even be able to be friends? If you're not a friend, at least you're a senior brother. If you can't be friends, are you kidding me?"

Shao Zixun sat cross-legged on the inside of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding his mobile phone, looking at the seasonal heavy rain outside the window with an embarrassed expression, and at the other end was Lin Luo's loud laughter.In the background, apart from the sound of rain, there are also dull sounds of people chatting, and the indistinct sound of the chef turning the pan.So he changed the subject stiffly: "Aren't you afraid of getting fat if you eat like this all day long?"

"I'm hyperthyroid, you care about me?"

"Oh, frequent bowel movements, proptosis and edema."

"Go and see my cousin."

At the same time as Lin Luo hung up the phone, Zhou Tong, who had just taken a shower, also came out of the bathroom wiping his hair.Even though the air conditioner was turned on, the air in the room still gave people a cramped feeling.Shao Zixun turned his head and saw that Zhou Tong, who was not wearing glasses, was still surrounded by hot air, which reminded people of the familiar smell of hot water and iron pipes from the shower in the university bathhouse several years ago.But this feeling is just a moment.

He asked, "Do you remember where you put your clothes?"

Zhou Tong nodded, and went straight to the wardrobe in the room.

This is not the first time for Zhou Tong to stay here - when he first encountered a bottleneck at work, he felt that he had no clue staying in the old place, so he ran to find his senior in the middle of the night, and the person he was looking for didn't mind staying with him One night - in the living room together, one sat on the floor facing the literature and computer on the coffee table, the other leaned on the sofa drinking coffee for himself, holding urban emotion or entertainment gossip magazines, eyes Facing the worker's back.The two stayed up until dawn without talking for a while, until Zhou Tong submitted the final results to his superiors, and was dragged to the guest room by Shao Zixun to catch up on sleep.

Also, when they moved later, the new house under renovation was uninhabitable, so they naturally accepted Shao Zixun's invitation to come and live there for a while.In short, Zhou Tong is also considered a frequent visitor to Shao Zixun's house - not one of them.

Shao Zixun originally wanted to find an opportunity to blow-dry his junior's hair to show his closeness, but it failed. When Zhou Tong walked over again, his hair seemed to be almost dry.

But I didn't lose my chance: I read the notes left by my predecessors together, coexisting tragic and romantic.Of course, when they start to read on, they basically only remember the former and forget the latter.

This time they changed the method: while reading, they used a computer to enter the content, which is also equivalent to backup.After all, if they finally have to return it to the surviving owner, or to a custodian with corresponding power and more suitable means, they can also satisfy their curiosity in another way, and it can be regarded as allowing themselves to read a paragraph. story.

"Is this large paragraph blank?"

"Yes, it should be marching for days, and I don't even have time to write a diary."

"Oh, it happened again after four days."

——It rained for days and the road was muddy.Fortunately, it was not a rugged mountain road.After all, it is considered flat land. Although the road surface is so damaged that only people and horses can walk, cars will definitely not be able to catch up.We're okay, but it's difficult to handle the luggage.We may need to help later, too.

——At night, I often see the faces of comrades who fell beside me in that battle.Not just that one.But in the dream, there were no bullet holes on their bodies, the military uniforms on their bodies were new, and there was no mud from the gunfire on their faces.They were smiling, to me, and to the people behind me.I don't know who is standing behind me, but judging by their expressions, I must have seen relatives.Maybe they also saw the fertile soil in their hometown, and saw the scene of wearing old farm clothes when the wheat was ripe, harvesting with their wives and children; When he was a child, he read books loudly, and when he came home from school, there were already meals on the table. His father asked him to endorse the book with a straight face, but his mother smiled and persuaded him to stop.

—By this time, I feel that I know every one of them, though I still don't know their names.

——Before coming here, I have seen them countless times.Everyone who fell to the sound of the charge, like you, like me.

"Do you feel that this author is indeed growing?"

"It seems that it can be seen without talking about it. But my understanding is a little different from what you said about 'growth'."

"Tell me." Shao Zixun watched with interest as Zhou Tong stopped typing on the computer keyboard, turned around to face himself, and habitually pushed down his glasses.

After briefly confirming what he was thinking, Zhou Tong said: "Rather than 'from nothing' or 'from little to more', his fighting spirit, or a spirit and awareness, is more like Gradually revealed. Not discovered from a hidden state, but we only now see it in the text. He is probably what he was originally, but the changed background, the events experienced made these points come out in the most obvious way. Well, that's my opinion."

——It’s still the same ending for several years.Shao Zixun laughed secretly in his heart. "What you said is indeed reasonable. But we are not the real object of his writing, let alone himself. Intuition?"

"Intuition indeed."

"Is there a resonance?"

"I dare not say there is, but I understand a little bit." Zhou Tong carefully took the diary, flipped forward to the place where another reader who should have existed for the first time appeared, and his finger was on the word "you". "I tried to substitute this person."

"Who is the author writing love letters to?"

The moment he heard the word "love letter", Zhou Tong was really startled.On second thought, this also seems to make sense.

"Looking at this style of writing and the level of narrative, if it's not written for myself and to tell my family about my experience, then it's for my family."

"Senior, don't mislead me," Zhou Tong changed the topic in time, "Best friends and confidants, I think it's okay."

Shao Zixun looked at the other party with his body tilted and his cheeks propped up: "Could it be that the little classmate is shy, this level is a little weak."

"How is it possible? We should be average thick-skinned."

"Then there is no need for additional options."

"No, I just think it's important to have more, reasonable, reasonable ideas."

A call for food delivery interrupts their barely nourishing conversation.Although it is no longer important to "eat without talking", talking with food in your mouth is not a good choice.

While eating, Zhou Tong still didn't forget to think about issues related to the diary.In terms of eating speed, Shao Zixun was slightly better, second only to Lin Luo who had been hungry for ten hours.After finishing eating in one step, he pushed the lunch box aside, propped his chin and watched Zhou Tong clean up the mess with a smile.After the other party settled the rest of the meal, he asked: "You just said that you replaced another person?"

"Oh, yes."

"Then tell me what you would think if you were that person."

"It can be inferred from the author's character that he will value the person so much," Zhou Tong wiped his mouth with a tissue, "plus my own imagination—of course, it is also influenced by various literary works—two possibilities. "

"Oh?"

"It's also on the battlefield, but it's not in the same area; or for various reasons, they still live in an area where there is no fighting. Of course, it may be the rear area or the enemy-occupied area. But looking at the author's family background, I always feel that he is in a relatively developed area. area, so I prefer the latter."

Shao Zixun interrupted with a smile: "I thought your brain supplement would be written for your little girlfriend in your hometown."

Zhou Tong pushed him: "Don't make trouble, I think I have no romantic feelings. But no matter what it is, the two people should be very similar in mentality."

Shao Zixun's smile carried some indescribable sense of teasing: "So, I still think they are friends of the same sex? - Or even couples?"

"...Senior, the focus is on 'best friend' rather than 'same sex'." Zhou Tong avoided the second half of the sentence.

"You care?"

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