Unbroken Love Trace Intermittent Records

Chapter 17

Afraid that Qi Jinming would find out about this, I quickly stuffed the phone under the pillow, and he looked at me suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

"You can't play with your phone while sleeping." I said seriously, "Radiation will affect intelligence."

"Not next to each other." He patted the pillow, took off his weather-beaten leather jacket, "Sleep if you want."

"You won't go swimming again while I'm sleeping?" I asked him in the posture of the little mermaid lying on the rocks.

He shrugged: "I am relatively young now, and my body is still at its peak, so I don't need to practice. Holding my breath is something I will only pay attention to after I am 35 years old-my cardiopulmonary function is too bad at that time."

I was speechless for a while, I was thinking how many 35-year-olds Qi Jinming experienced before he could sum up this rule.I didn't expect to ask myself: "How many 35-year-olds have you experienced?"

He looked up and thought for a while, then said, "Five?" Then he laughed, "The 40-year-old you will die, I think the biggest reason is the aging of body functions. So the second time, you are only 26 years old, I will I took you to the Nine Water Dragon Palace. I thought there were physical benefits to being young."

"How was it when I was 26?" I asked knowingly.

"Fucking around with the mechanism, you're dead." He stopped laughing, "You were stupid when you were young, but you are old when you are mature. Let me tell you what you want."

"so--"

"So I told you to go in after the age of 30. This is a more appropriate age." He nodded with a serious expression, but also a little helpless.

I was also helpless: "I'm not too young to be ignorant, and I'm not too old to be impotent. It's a good age."

Qi Jinming threw his coat on the chair opposite the bed, patted the ashes he brought on the bed, then lay down, grunted twice, and said, "Okay, go to sleep, don't babble. Now that you have decided to Let's live together, and get up early tomorrow to exercise."

I lay down too, the two of us lying side by side on the rough bed, I could hear the wind outside the window, and it started raining again.I sniffed it, and the smell of the bedding can't be said to be good or bad, it's just unfamiliar.This is not a familiar place.But we have fallen asleep in many strange places. This kind of instability has long been written in our lives.

Before I fell asleep, I said the last sentence in a daze: "Why do we always have to go back to the Nine Water Dragon Palace? If we don't go back, we'll just keep avoiding it, okay?"

In the dark night, Qi Jinming's lines appear and disappear, only the protruding places are plated with silver.He pondered for a long time before saying, "Actually, I keep it from you every time, but every time you see that light, you will follow to the Nine Water Dragon Palace." Go back quickly, I clearly promised him that the flowers on Moshang would bloom, and he could return slowly, but I was still worried, and followed to Guilin... I suddenly felt afraid, thinking that this was a kind of destiny.

"You got the lamp five times before by chance, but last time, I asked Bai Yuntian to send it. I want to know if this is fate."

"You think so?" I murmured.

"I'm superstitious—maybe it's true." He laughed. "Maybe we can't resist, but we can go to the place where it ends and fight it to the end."

I was still thinking about words, but he said: "Okay, stop thinking about it, go to bed quickly, and wake me up at six o'clock tomorrow for a morning run."

Waking up early in the morning, the distant sky is very dark, and the rain hangs on the countryside outside like a densely woven curtain.Seeing this kind of scene, people are inevitably melancholy.I sat on the bed and looked out the window, and glanced at Qi Jinming from time to time, trying to figure out his thoughts and see if he would be so inhumane, and this situation forced me to go for a morning run.

Sure enough, after experiencing so many things, Qi Jinming softened his heart. He said, "Don't keep looking at me. If you don't go, you won't go. Anyway, you are still young at the moment."

I laughed, but it was hard to keep laughing, and I got that precarious feeling again.

After returning to Hangzhou, the first thing I did was to call and tell Lin Yucun that I was getting married.He was quite shocked, and said over the phone: "When you were in graduate school, you still looked like you were going to die alone. No one liked it. It's only been a few months, and you are going to get married? Who is the other party?"

"Hmm..." I thought for a while, "It must be a sudden fate."

"Okay, you, keep quiet." He smiled, "When will it be over? Do you want to make a big deal? I'll give you a big red envelope."

"Come on. I just want to tell you that if I have a chance to meet you some other day, I don't need the red envelope." I thought to myself that I might not be able to bear the red envelope, so I might have to burn it to me.So he sighed and said, "As for the banquet, we won't do it for the time being. We will do it when we come back from our honeymoon trip."

He asked again: "Where are you going on your honeymoon?"

"Guangxi, Guilin." I told the truth.

"Okay, the original ecological health honeymoon, my brother is very envious." He said with a smile.

I laughed bitterly a few times, but it sounded like he was tired of planning the wedding, so he didn't suspect it.He said something happily again, such as giving birth to a precious child early, I was distracted, and I promised, but I didn't listen to it at all.

After hanging up the phone, I looked up at the "West Lake Picture Scroll" on the wall. At this time, this authentic painting has not been destroyed by my signature and seal.

I went to the balcony, and Qi Jinming was almost lying on the deck chair, with a beach umbrella on the wooden floor.He smokes under the umbrella, with his limbs hanging down, it is rare to see him so effortlessly.

I walked over and asked, "What are you looking at?"

He picked up the cigarette, pointed to the West Lake with a sneer, and some tourists came to take pictures despite the rain.The children are okay, they can run around with a red plastic bag on their heads; the adults stand on the bridge to take pictures, and after taking pictures, they bend over and run, thinking that this will prevent their hair from getting wet.They were embarrassed and funny, which made me laugh.

The sky was very dark, the wind and rain were turbulent, and the falling rain was like splashed ink dots. Qi Jinming and I withdrew into the house.He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, with one leg back on the glass, and asked, "Did you finish the first thing?" I told him that we had three things to do when we returned to Hangzhou.

I am right.

"What about the second one?" he asked.

I said, "Exercise, make a plan."

He said yes, none of this is a problem, and asked the last one?

I looked at the desk and said, it will take a long time, and with my talent of relying on horses and words, it will probably take about two months.

Qi Jinming went over to look, and there was a half-written piece of paper on the table—our love is so complicated that it is impossible to explain it to Gu Songnian at the moment. If he knows that Qi Jinming and I died together in Guangxi in the future, he will be at a loss. .So I decided to write a story, spending hundreds of thousands of words, to record our experience.According to the Qi family's way of processing and naming their own stories, my story is called "Love Trace Intermittent Record".Afterwards, if we are all alive, this story serves as a bedtime reading; if we are dead, this story is my last words to explain my short life to those close to me.