Qingyang as promised

Chapter 2

The warm sun made people drowsy, Ye Qingyuan thought in a daze, how many years have you been in this small southern city?Four or five years?Seven or eight years?meet……

Ye Qingyuan is not sensitive to numbers, and has been like this since he was a child.I remember a teacher’s home visit when I was a child, and asked his home address. When I answered the house number, I frowned for a long time, but I still didn’t remember it.Finally, in a hurry, I simply took the teacher home.Brother Ye Qingyao scoffed at such excuses and said: "The rain in the south almost soaked your body and mind. Do you still remember how old you are? You are going to be three years old! Don't fight when you should fight, go to the sun and soak in books Heap, dawdle all day long. You will definitely regret it in the future!"

Ye Qingyuan sat at the door of Xianyuan Bookstore, staring at the passers-by in a daze.

Parents died young, leaving behind a medium-sized investment company and several properties.I remember that he was still a 13-year-old child at that time, and his brother was only 18 years old.Every time there is a great change in the family, people can't help but grow up.As the elder brother, my elder brother shouldered the burden and gave him a material life that was not luxurious but worry-free.He also obeyed the words of his only family member. Following the life trajectory planned by his brother, he was admitted to a famous domestic university and studied the most proud major in the university.Originally, he was going to keep moving forward according to the established path of life, but on the way off work that time, there was an accident. The person who fell from the sky, to be precise, changed from a living person into a bloody body in just a few seconds. The dripping corpse gave him a heavy blow.It seemed that the person did not fall on the hard concrete floor, but fell into Ye Qingyuan's dull and stagnant heart.When he vomited on the side of the road full of brains and blood, he had a real fear of death for the first time. When he was 13 years old, he learned that his parents had died in a car accident. To him, death was just the loss of his relatives forever and the difficulty of living with his brother in the future. Facing death again 10 years later, if the person who jumped off the building was a little bit more biased, the person lying on the ground as fragmented as a torn pocket would be himself.

If one says no, it's gone.

If I just die like this, and a person named Ye Qingyuan disappears from the world forever, what about those ideals that have not yet been realized, what about those beautiful longings for the future that have appeared in my mind many times.Ye Qingyuan sat blankly by the side of the road, fear and nausea made him tremble all over, and he couldn't stand upright.He looked up and saw that the sky above his head was getting smaller and smaller by the high-rise buildings made of concrete and steel bars. The crowds came and went in a hurry and regularly. Everyone had something to do or was doing, and no one was looking for the corner tens of meters away. The disappearance of a life here stopped.For the first time, Ye Qingyuan felt that the city he had lived in for more than 20 years was so strange.

After resigning from a coveted job in a well-known company, Ye Qingyuan didn't discuss it with his brother for the first time, and didn't even say hello.By the time Ye Qingyao got the news and contacted him, Ye Qingyuan had already been a substitute teacher in a remote mountain village in the southwest for more than a week. "Brother, I got admitted to university and found a good job as you said, but I still don't know why I live. But I know that I have to find it myself, and what you said doesn't count. I will take care of myself outside ,do not worry."

Finally, Ye Qingyuan said firmly: "Brother, your life ideal is different from mine. I want to live the life I want to live."

During Ye Qingyuan's two-year teaching tour, he traveled around most of the country, and finally came to this rainy southern town, where he opened a small bookstore with his savings.Drinking tea, reading books and basking in the sun every day, sometimes playing chess with the uncle across the street, and gagging with the little girl in the hairdressing shop next door.One time is three years.Brother Ye Qingyao said that he was waiting for the elderly to die, which is indeed a bit like that.People say that one stands at thirty, and Ye Qingyuan, who is about to turn thirty, still doesn't know what he wants in this life, but he knows what he doesn't want, and he is living a relaxed and comfortable life now, so that's enough, he thought.