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2018, summer.
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Meng Yun regretted it.
At five minutes past six in the afternoon, the sun seemed to be nailed to the sky, and there was no sign of setting.
The red clouds in the west rolled, as if the mountains and forests were on fire.
Luxi Town is located halfway up the mountain. A dilapidated cement road runs through it. Along the road, there are several low brick buildings of unknown age. The door panels are old and mottled, and there are plastic signs such as "Rice, Grain and Oil", "Xinxin Haircut", and "Seeds and Fertilizers" on them.
There is a "convenience store" at the end of the street, which is neither convenient nor a supermarket. The store only accepts cash, and I dont know what mobile payment is. An hour ago, Meng Yun went in for a walk and then missed the Lawson downstairs.
Meng Yun set off this morning, from Shanghai Hongqiao to Kunming Changshui, a three-and-a-half-hour flight;
From Kunming to Dizhou, the high-speed rail takes two hours;
From the state capital to Ruoyang County, the green train takes one hour;
From Ruoyang County to Luxi Town, the minibus takes half an hour, and then the horse carriage takes half an hour.
This is the first time Meng Yun has ridden in a horse carriage in his life.
A chestnut horse, with a saddle and a large tent. The tent was narrow, with two benches placed against the wall on the left and right, cramming a dozen passengers and a dog.
Except for Meng Yun, the rest were locals wearing ethnic costumes.
The old man and the old woman were wrapped in headscarves, and the middle-aged womans face had aged prematurely due to work and sun exposure, and her age could not be identified.
The small baskets and small baskets of fruits and vegetables purchased from the county were piled in the middle of the carriage.
The wheels were bumpy, and a basket of small pumpkins squeezed to Meng Yuns feet. She immediately shrank back, but her shoes were still dirty.
The owner of the basket noticed something, hurriedly moved the basket away, and said something. I dont know if it was a Yunnan dialect or an ethnic language, Meng Yun couldnt understand it anyway.
The horses hooves in front of him clattered, the horses butt twisted, and the long horsetail swung, flies flew. With two puffs, two pieces of shit came out from the base of the tail, and were caught by the sack hanging on the butt, steaming hot.
Meng Yun wore sunglasses, and his cheeks were puffed up like a pufferfish.
The Gucci jacket embroidered with gold thread looked very dim in the canopy.
She supported the wobbly box and swayed forward in the caravan filled with the smell of sweat, horse manure, fish and vegetables.
After getting off the carriage, Meng Yun felt dizzy and her feet felt soft when touching the ground. When she stood firm, she thought she had arrived in Vietnam when she saw the desolate surroundings.
The destination Qinglin Town is still some distance away from here, and it is foreseeable that it will be poorer and more dilapidated.
This is where she will stay for the next three months.
She couldnt think straight for a while and signed up as a volunteer teacher.
She couldnt move forward or backward at the moment.
Just like her chaotic life these days.
She was really tired. She took out a few tissues from her bag, sat down on the steps by the roadside, and dialed the number given to her by the head of the charity association - the person who was going to pick her up was named Chen.
Beep-be ... Meng Yun was annoyed and thought the call was going to be disconnected, but it was finally connected.
The wind was so loud on the other end that it was about to blow over her ears.
The other partys voice was clear and deep, as if he could control the wind, and he said, "Hello?"
Meng Yun asked, "Is that Mr. Chen?"
The other party said, "You... Meng Yun?"
Meng Yun said, "Its me. You came to pick me up, right?"
The other party did not answer immediately and asked, "Have you arrived in Luxi?"
Meng Yun had a bad feeling and said slowly, "I, have, arrived."
The other partys tone slowed down and his voice became lighter, saying, "Sorry, I was delayed by something here. Can you wait for me for a while?"
Meng Yun was like a basin of cold water poured over her head, restrained herself, and said in a cold voice, "How long is a while?"
The other party pondered for a moment and said, "Try to be within forty minutes."
"Oh."
Meng Yun hung up the phone and buried his face in his palms, his temples throbbing.
At 5:20 pm, the sun was slanting over the hilltop.
The heat from the whole day was piled up on the cement ground, and Meng Yun was sweating all over.
Lin Yiyangs agent Yaling sent a message: "Are you there, baby? (Kiss)"
Meng Yun wanted to reply to your mother, but his hand was rational: "Waiting for someone to pick me up."
Yaling didnt bother to interpret the implication of "waiting for someone to pick me up" and sent an ok emoticon.
The conversation ended.
The screen went out, and Meng Yun saw from the black screen that she was sweating profusely, and her mascara was almost flowing down her face.
She took out a wet tissue, wiped her face clean, and didnt forget to apply a thick layer of sunscreen, and drew her eyebrows.
Anyway, she was bored, so she just put on some makeup to relieve her boredom.
She was applying mascara with her mouth open, and she caught a glimpse of two ethnic minorities, one old and one young, in blue cloth shirts, staring at her on the side of the road.
Being discovered, the old lady was embarrassed, her face was like a wrinkled paper flower, and she went into the house with her silly grandson in her arms.
It was a remote place with no tourists. Occasionally, a few locals passing by looked at her curiously.
Meng Yun didnt care at all, playing with her phone to kill time.
Unconsciously, she logged into Weibo, which she hadnt logged into for a long time.
Her Weibo name was a string of letters with no regular pattern, and her followers and fans were once in the single digit (the number of fans increased some time ago).
There were no acquaintances on the account, except for Lin Yiyangs small account - also a string of letters, but with a regular pattern mynytbrwsqnhs
"Meng Yun, you will die if you dont make me angry for a day"
Meng Yun hasnt made him angry for two or three months.
Login successful, a bunch of red dots.
She set Weibo messages not to be reminded.
No need to look, you know its a greeting from Lin Yiyangs fans.
Its not that she didnt think about logging out. But when I was about to cancel the account last month, I found that this account had accumulated hundreds of Weibo posts, all of which were about his secret love affair.
She is not as free and easy as she thinks.
Todays charity night, the hot searches are very lively.
"Wang Yuxis slicked-back hairstyle"
"Zhang Qiushis sea-blue starry fishtail skirt"
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"Lin Yiyangs gold-rimmed glasses"
Meng Yuns thumb hovered over the screen, shook it twice, and clicked it.
Lin Yiyangs studio posted a nine-square grid with multiple angles and styles.
I have to say that he has a good appearance.
All the comments are fans calls.
"Brother is so handsome!" 33,000 likes.
"I am praising Lin Yiyang as the most A without explanation. Can I praise him until next year?" 31,000 likes.
"Welcome to follow Lin Yiyangs latest single "Timer". You deserve to be the number one on the XX music chart!" 39,000 likes.
A series of likes and picture recommendations are very boring.
Suddenly, Meng Yun saw his name, a new comment with only 2 likes:
"Are those two couple accounts really directed and acted by black fans? I reasonably suspect that the post is true! The translation of the boys account is, my, you will die if you dont make me angry for a day. This my is probably Meng Yun, the composer of "On the Sea". Lin Yiyang is disappointing for dating a colleague and behind-the-scenes producer in the company!"
Fan A replied: "The studio issued a statement, Single, hype. Dont you understand? Its the rivals who are playing tricks! Brother has become more and more popular in recent years, and his songs have begun to go viral. At this time, he broke the scandal with the behind-the-scenes. Cant you see such ulterior motives?"
"Haha, you fans didnt say this when you asked the studio not to have songs written by Meng Yun in the new album."
"Because her level has declined, the songs she wrote are ugly and unworthy. Lets talk about the facts! Our "Timer" is created by Wu Sixian, a top producer in the industry!"
Meng Yun put away his phone and looked around.
Opposite was a rice shop, an old woman was sitting on a small bench eating peanuts, the shells were scattered all over the floor.
A few chickens pecked at the shells in vain.
The town was as quiet as death, a ghostly old man came back from working in the fields, carrying ears of grain, hunched over, panting with every step, and passed by Meng Yun almost silently.
Meng Yun seemed to be looking at them, but his eyes were empty.
She sat quietly for a long time, occasionally lifting her eyelids, showing some signs of liveliness.
It was eight minutes past six, and the man surnamed Chen had not come yet.
The boredom in her heart had reached its peak. She stood up suddenly, pulled up her suitcase and wanted to leave.
But where to go?
Going back to the company, the situation was embarrassing, and there was no place for her.
Going home, enduring her mothers humiliation.
She paused.
There was a hurried sound of footsteps behind her, and when they came behind her, they slowed down.
A young man walked up to her, stood at the bottom of the steps, and looked at her.
The man was wearing a baseball cap and looked exhausted. He apologized: "Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
Meng Yun immediately asked: "Why are you like this? You are not punctual at all!"
She forgot that the foundation said it was five or six oclock.
"Im really sorry, something urgent happened." The other party looked a little helpless and said, "Do you... drink some water?"
He handed her a bottle of water, but Meng Yun didnt take it.
He was a little nervous and whispered: "Are you hungry? How about having a meal first?"
Meng Yun didnt say anything at first, but she calmed down and said, "Hmm."
He tried to hand her the water again, and she took it this time.
He had unscrewed the bottle cap beforehand, and she opened it easily and drank half a bottle in one breath.
The man quickly picked up her box and walked forward.
Seeing this, Meng Yun was relieved and said, "My box is very heavy, I can drag it."
"Oh." He finally reacted, pulled out the handle, dragged the box and walked in front.
There was no decent restaurant in the town, only a home-style stir-fry restaurant, which didnt even have a sign, but had two or three tables of customers.
An aunt squatted in front of the big bathtub at the door, stirring her hands in the full basin of foamy water, rolling the bowls and plates in the rag and throwing them into the water.
Foamy water stains were all over the ground.
He dragged the box past, and the rollers splashed water on the box.
He picked up the box to avoid getting it dirty.
Meng Yun saw this and didnt comment.
The mans back was tall, and his body looked thin, but he was strong. He carried the box and his steps were easy.
The restaurants front was not big, and it could only accommodate three tables, which were already full.
There was an open refrigerator in the store, and the washed and cut dishes were placed inside - this was the menu.
He stood in front of the refrigerator and ordered food, then turned back to look at her: "Come over and take a look, what do you want to eat?"
Meng Yun was frowning at other peoples greasy tables, and turned his head when he heard the words, and met the mans dark eyes. For a moment, both of them were a little stunned.
At that moment, he was thinking about where there were other restaurants in this town, and Meng Yun was caught by him at that moment with a look of disgust, and recognized him.
She was worried just now, her brain was not activated, and she didnt look at him carefully.
Dont blame her.
He was more mature than in college, his shoulders were wider, and his facial lines became deeper.
Whats more, he was wearing a hat, and the brim of the hat covered his eyebrows and eyes several times.
Meng Yun covered it up in an instant, strode to his side, and said casually: "Chen Yue, Im losing weight, can I only eat vegetables?"
Chen Yue heard her calling his name, looked at her slightly, and said: "Sure."
Meng Yun glanced around the refrigerator,They were all unusual green vegetables. In addition, there were a bunch of strange bugs, which made her frown.
She had never been physically active since she was a child and didnt know the difference between grains. She stood in front of the counter for more than ten seconds without making a decision.
Chen Yue didnt rush and waited patiently.
"Is this the tip of peas?" She pointed.
"Yes."
"Is this pumpkin seedling?"
"Yes." Chen Yue suddenly asked, "Why do you say the dish name with a double character?"
Meng Yun said: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. I saw on the Internet that people here talk like this."
Chen Yue smiled faintly and said: "You are talking about Sichuan, right?"
Meng Yun suddenly remembered that she was not doing her job properly when she was studying. She didnt know what other meaning his smile had: "Oh. These two, and this one." She pointed to the unfamiliar vegetables and said, "Looks full."
Chen Yue said: "This is a bitter vegetable. Im afraid you cant bear bitterness."
"I can bear bitterness, how can I not bear bitterness?" Meng Yun suspected that he had a hint, but looking at his quiet face, it didnt seem so.
Chen Yue said: "Then try it, it clears away heat."
There was no room in the store, so he set up a small table and sat on the roadside.
The mountain road was inclined, so Chen Yue picked up two small stones to jam the wheels of the suitcase. After fixing it, he washed his hands with the tap, sat across the table, took off his baseball cap, and grabbed his hair.
The mans full forehead flashed by.
He noticed that Meng Yun was looking at him, and his eyes paused on her face for a second before he put on his hat again.
They were silent.
Meng Yun took the lead in breaking the awkwardness, and his tone was hard to say that he was not dealing with it: "What a coincidence. Old classmates, I actually met here, what are you doing here?"
Chen Yue didnt speak for a while.
Meng Yun said: "Graduation... Its been four years, I havent contacted for a long time."
Chen Yue seemed to be hesitating whether to say what he really thought, or pretend not to know.
In the end, he still said: "You didnt recognize me just now."
He raised his eyes, his eyes brushed the black brim of the hat and looked at her, smiled stiffly, and said, "You forgot me."
