night fire

Chapter 30 Sad Movie

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The ticket to go home will have to wait until evening at the earliest. While waiting, Zhao Qiyan went to the commercial street outside. He bought a brick red T-shirt and khaki overalls. He also went to the roadside for 20 yuan to wash, cut and blow. Cut my hair short at the barbershop.

He didn't cut off a lot, and the remaining hair can still be tied into a small braid on the back of his head. The master of the barber shop generously gave him a black rubber band.

He also ate a bowl of wontons. The soup surface with tiny oil droplets were sprinkled with a few emerald green scallions, which were steaming hot. sweat, and the lips have become more bloody.

A bowl of wonton won't make his skinny cheeks instantly fleshy, but it does look healthier.

He wasn't sure how long this apparent health could last. He only hoped that at least when he saw his brother, he wouldn't be too worried.

He thought that he had made quite complete preparations—the dress and appearance were exactly the same as that day many years ago, so that the relationship between him and Zhang Zhiyan would not be too tidy, and Zhang Zhiyan would not feel strange to him.

This confidence completely collapsed the moment they met, Zhang Zhiyan turned his head to look at him, and it took several seconds for his eyes to warm up a bit, with a joyful expression.

"Yanyan." He called him, his voice was hoarse and harsh, like the sound of an old spinning wheel that hadn't been used for 20 years when it was forced to work.

Zhao Qiyan was speechless for a while, and just choked out a meaningless word from his throat as a response: "Yes."

The following plot was like a sitcom. He walked to Zhang Zhiyan's bedside, his mother was wiping tears, and his elder brother asked him how he was doing in a soft voice.

Zhao Qiyan felt that his soul had flown away—that young self had escaped.

For the young Zhao Qiyan, his brother still hasn't woken up, his life is still incomplete, and he is always trapped in endless regret and fear.

But it shouldn't be like this, he said to himself, his brother woke up, he should be happy, he should be relieved, he should be happy.

Instead of leaving like this as if staying out of it.

He was so sad that tears fell down in big drops, and the crystal tears formed a tortuous stream on his cheeks. Zhang Zhiyan was a little flustered, not knowing what was wrong with him, so he held his face distressedly, and wiped it away with his fingertips tears.

"Don't cry," he said.

as before.

"I miss you so much, in the morning when the snow is falling, or in the evening when the campfire is lit..."

When Lu Xiujin came home, Lu Xiuyan was watching an old movie. The hero lost the ring given to him by his fiancée during the war-torn era, so he narrated his thoughts to a brass-colored tin ring as a substitute every night.

The ring he lost was finally found in the grass in front of his fiancée's grave.

Lu Xiujin didn't have the slightest liking for this kind of sad old movie, so he weakly took care of Lu Xiuyan and went back to the bedroom.

He didn't realize that he hadn't been repaired by Lu Xiuyan until he woke up at night, so he went downstairs in fear. Lu Xiuyan was still watching a movie, and the smart light in the living room consciously jumped to low brightness mode. Light.

Lu Xiuyan's back melted into the dim light, as if she was about to melt.

"sister……"

Lu Xiujin called her softly.

Lu Xiuyan turned her head, her untucked hair slid down her cheeks, her black hair made her face look softer, and those invisible and intangible sharp edges also softened under the dim light.

Lu Xiujin walked over and sat down next to her.

"Are you angry?" he asked.

"Why am I angry?" Lu Xiuyan asked back.

Lu Xiujin said honestly, "Because I sneaked out and didn't tell you."

"You're an adult, it's up to you where you want to go," Lu Xiuyan said calmly, "After all, your feet grow on your body."

Lu Xiujin looked at her expression carefully, and said firmly, "You're not angry."

What he said was so childish that Lu Xiuyan couldn't laugh or cry: "I wasn't angry in the first place."

Lu Xiujin smiled briefly, the dimples on his cheeks looming.

A not-so-awkward silence followed.

The plot of the movie is still being staged, and the songs are melodious.

After a while, she pinched Lu Xiujin's cheek and said quietly, "It's not that I'm angry..."

"...Why didn't I know that you are so incapable of dating?"

She hated iron for being weak, and even had some sincere doubts.

She's not bad-looking, and she's not stupid. Although she's annoying at times, she's better at acting like a baby than anyone else—why is it so difficult to fall in love?

Lu Xiujin froze and pretended to be stupid: "It's not difficult for me to fall in love! What kind of sister-in-law do you want? I'll find it for you in minutes."

Lu Xiuyan didn't speak, but leaned back on the sofa, and stared at him with a half-smile on her face, which made his heart shudder.

He pulled out a smile and jokingly said, "Why, believe it or not, with just one call from me, a hundred hot girls will come to our downstairs to dance in the square immediately?"

A hint of cunning flashed in Lu Xiuyan's eyes: "Which one is included in the hundred?"

"!"

"?"

"..."

"Say it."

"I don't want to talk to you."

About 10 minutes later, he turned his head and said angrily.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Lu couldn't see the tragedy.