matchmaking

Qiao Jing didn't like Luo Youning for a long time when they first met.

I don't like it, but I can't say I hate it.Just a classmate not far or near, or an insignificant passerby.

Perhaps as Yu Bingwen said, their personalities are too similar, like two parallel lines. If it weren't for Yu Bingwen, I am afraid that it would be difficult for them to meet in this life.

Of course, even if there was that point of intersection, it was just a nodding acquaintance at first.

Excellent students and poor students, being able to fight is probably the only thing they have in common.

Qiao Jing's biggest impression of Luo Youning at that time was that he was ruthless.

Even though he is so small, he never shows mercy when fighting.As long as Yu Bingwen stood behind him, even if he was injured or stabbed, he would not say a word, he would just stand in front of him, punching and kicking like he was dead.

Yu Bingwen has a bold personality and a sense of loyalty. He has always had a bunch of cronies inside and outside the school, and he always causes troubles.But he rarely let them have contact with that group of people, only once after the midterm exam he casually mentioned, do you want to play with us?

Qiao Jing inexplicably agreed.

Later, all I could think of was the dull leather smell mixed with the smell of smoke and wine in the KTV box, which made me feel drowsy, as if I had strayed into some grotesque magic realm.

Someone grabbed the microphone and sang vulgar love songs on the stage. The sound was turned up to the loudest, and the rumble made the ground tremble.

Qiao Jing couldn't stand it for the first time, so she went out to breathe after a while.

Yu Bingwen was drinking and punching with a few buddies, while Luo Youning was sitting next to him with his head bowed and playing a handheld game console.

He was playing vigorously, and suddenly a person came over and breathed alcohol at him, "Look at this thin skin and tender meat, it looks like a bitch."

Luo Youning put away the game console and gave the man a hard look.

The man drank upside down without any fear, he giggled and stretched out his hand to hug Luo Youning's shoulder: "Brother Yu, you take him with you everywhere, don't use it for other purposes."

Luo Youning's face changed drastically, and he clenched his fists unconsciously, refraining from causing trouble for Yu Bingwen.

But Yu Bingwen had already stood up, with a rare gloomy face, he held Luo Youning's hand and pulled him behind, blocking the front and saying, "You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk! I don't get drunk so easily." The man knew that Yu Bingwen was a showman, and when he saw this, he said that he was subdued, and he became more energetic with the strength of alcohol, "Brother Yu, do you think we are buddies? Are you buddies? Just share and share..."

His voice was getting weaker, and Luo Youning couldn't hear clearly, but he saw Yu Bingwen suddenly picked up the wine bottle on the table and slammed it on the man's head.

The crisp sound made the surroundings quiet, only the singer in the video was still singing hoarsely.

The glass wine bottle blossomed on the man's head, and the blood mixed with the wine and the fine shards of glass splattered all over his face.

The man stood there staggeringly without reacting for a moment.

Holding the glass wine bottle in his hand, Yu Bingwen glared at the man in front of him viciously and said, "If you have the guts, can you say it again?"

When Qiao Jing went outside to breathe enough and returned to the box, the inside was already in a ball.

Yu Bingwen was beaten up and down, all relying on Luo Youning to block in front, and the remaining few buddies were not on either side, and they were also involved in the chaos after persuasion and persuasion.

Qiao Jing didn't remember exactly how it was resolved that day, but Yu Bingwen drank a lot of wine, and the fight was at his limit, and he was helped by the two of them to take a taxi by the side of the road, and went back to his rented room and spread it on the sofa Sleep soundly.

Yu Bingwen had been punched a lot, his body and face were bruised and purple, one after another, and the corners of his mouth were scratched, looking a bit miserable.

Qiao Jing went to cook mung bean soup to sober him up, while Luo Youning scalded a wet towel and squatted on the side of the sofa to apply hot compresses to the bruised areas on his face to dispel the stasis.

There is only one lamppost in the living room, and the warm light curls up in the corner like a lazy orange fat cat, its fluffy fluff is scattered horizontally and vertically between light and dark.

The two of them worked half the night, finally cleaned up the drunk Yu Bingwen, and then went to wash up and go to bed.

It was the early summer of June, and the wind and thunder rumbled in the middle of the night, and the lightning shone brightly and sometimes darkly in the house.

The pedestal fan shakes its head and sends a cool breeze.

Yu Bingwen insisted on sleeping on a bamboo mat on the ground, and within 3 minutes of lying on it, he started snoring loudly.

Luo Youning couldn't sleep, so he simply sat up and said in a depressed mood, "Am I..." He was stuck for a long time, and finally came up with a word, "Is it really out of gregarious?"

He was depressed all night like a dog in the water. Qiao Jing saw that he was in a bad mood, so she asked, "Will you be happy if you get along with the group?"

A rare hesitation appeared on the young face, Luo Youning shook his head: "No, I'm not happy. I just hate being with those people."

Qiao Jing also sat up, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch Luo Youning's face, the touch was smooth and cool, he paused for a moment before saying: "Bingwen is born to like to be lively and naturally has many friends, you and I are born to be quiet, and not being gregarious also hinders No one. Everyone has his or her own place, so why bother yourself with such trifles. If you don’t like it, let’s not go in the future.”

Luo Youning thought so too. In fact, he also knew that there was no need to worry too much about those people, but he felt much more comfortable being comforted by Qiao Jing. together?"

Qiao Jing didn't expect him to ask back like this, "Of course I don't hate it." He hesitated for a while, and then added, "I'm quite comfortable with you."

He can remember that night, when the light of the street lamp was blurred by the rain into hazy circles of light, Luo Youning raised his head to look at him, the young man's eyes reflected the light of those stars, like a starlight that refused to be extinguished in the vast rainy night, bright and stubborn .

After graduating from university, they haven't seen each other for a long time, but the phone calls have not been broken.

Yu Bingwen seemed to want him to experience the feeling of the two of them being around, and would send various photos every now and then.

Most of the photos are of their daily lives, and most of the photos are about Luo Youning's various embarrassing things, with explanations added, such as "Luo Ningning is trying to make fairy grass cake, and almost burned the bottom of the pot," "Luo Ningning is drunk , Insist on taking the rocking cart on the side of the road.”

Sometimes there are some scenery photos of the streets and alleys, and the accompanying text is even more casual, "A pair of cats came downstairs, and they brought a group of cat sons." Or "The longan tree in the community is bearing fruit, and this tree is the sweetest." What else is there, "The wind was so strong last night that the papaya tree at the door was blown down."

At that time, Qiao Jing was in the early stage of starting a business. When she was busy, the sky was dark, and when she was free, she was feasting and feasting.

When Yu Bingwen sent the group photo they took when they went to see him when they were in college, he was chatting with a subordinate who was able to talk to him in a bar.

The photos hidden in the point-and-shoot camera are somewhat distorted, and the light and shadow are intertwined and chaotic.

The sunlight is like soft vines climbing the gap between the roof of the station and the golden vines are hanging down. The faces of the travelers coming and going are blurred and turned into phantoms. In the middle are three teenagers standing side by side.

He stood in the middle, with Luo Youning on his right side, standing stiffly and smiling shyly, Yu Bingwen was on his left side, with his right hand stretched out and resting on his shoulder.

He could remember the scalding temperature coming from the side of his head, it was the scorching heat of summer, and it was also the scorching heat of his heart.No one knows how nervous he looks on the surface, but inside.

The subordinate pointed to the shorter boy in the photo and said with a smile: "This is the person Qiao Dong liked before."

Qiao Jing looked in the direction he was pointing, and was slightly taken aback. He pointed at Luo Youning.

Qiao Jing asked strangely, "How could it be him?"

The subordinate laughed. He looked sloppy, but his smile was always bright, like the friend he hadn't seen for many years hidden in his bedside photo album.

"Qiao Dong, didn't you pay attention to yourself?" The subordinate seemed to have glimpsed some hidden secret, and said triumphantly, "The companions you have found all these years are all like this."

The movement in the room shattered the numerous memories.

Luo Youning had just woken up from a nightmare, and was struggling to sit up from the bed with his forehead supported.

"Are you awake?" Qiao Jing casually wiped off a little gray on the side of his face, "Is there any discomfort?"

Luo Youning looked around in a daze and couldn't recover for a moment. He shook his head to shake off the drowsiness, trying to wake himself up: "This is...Dayu's house?"

"It's another family in the village," Qiao Jing said, "Da Yu's family has all moved out."

"How could it be?" Luo Youning looked at Qiao Jing inexplicably, "I was at their house just now, and I was talking to Grandpa and Grandma Dayu."

Qiao Jing was silent for a rare moment: "You misremembered, didn't the two elders of Bingwen's family both pass away when he was in high school?"

Luo Youning was terrified, and suddenly recalled the strange feeling in the Yu family's ancestral house just now, how could he forget... How could he forget that the two old men of the Yu family died when they were in high school.

Yu Bingwen's sad eyes flashed before his eyes.

The two elders of the Yu family left on the same day.

In late summer and early autumn, lightning flashes tear through the gloomy sky like a dragon, and thunder roars deafeningly.

They skipped class and hid together in the abandoned teaching building of the school to avoid the rain.

Yu Bingwen was in a bad mood that day, like a helpless animal that kept spinning around in place.

At first, Luo Youning thought that something was wrong with him, but the more he looked at him, the more he looked wrong, so he could only ask someone, "Da Yu, what happened to you today?"

"I received a call from my dad at noon, saying that my grandparents are going to die soon." Yu Bingwen looked up at him with red eyes, "I really want to go back now...go back and see them one last time."

As the dusty memories were unsealed frame by frame, Luo Youning looked a little absent-minded.

Qiao Jing didn't ask any further questions, but said, "We found you at the side of the village near the cemetery, and you..."

Before he finished speaking, the door curtain swayed, but a middle-aged woman came in with a small pot of soup and lifted the curtain. Seeing Luo Youning, she was overjoyed and said repeatedly: "It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up. Come on." , drink some chicken soup to pad your stomach, and come out for dinner later."

Qiao Jing thanked her and went to pick up the plate of food in her hand.

Luo Youning followed suit and said, "Thank you sister-in-law, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's just about extra sets of bowls and chopsticks. There's no need to bother." Seeing that Luo Youning was still in good spirits, the woman didn't rush to leave. She moved a low chair and sat aside, as if having a long talk, " But you guys are really, why don’t you come back after asking clearly?”

Luo Youning glanced at Qiao Jing, he was serving soup from a small pot for him, two leg bones protruded from the edge of the bowl intertwined, and the chicken legs might have been put in his bowl: "It was... a temporary idea," he pulled his gaze back , smiled at the woman in front of him, "I didn't expect them to move away."

"You're really lucky." The woman didn't think too deeply about it, so she gossiped, "That place used to be a mass grave, and some people who were expelled from the family or committed serious crimes would be buried there in the old days. Usually there are many wild dogs. On the day of grave-sweeping, even people from this village dare not go there. How dare you, a person from another village, go there.”

Luo Youning apologized: "The fog is too thick. I didn't expect to get lost like this. It made you search for a long time."

"It doesn't matter if you look for him, as long as this person is fine," the sister-in-law wanted to say more, but she accidentally saw the pair of shoes at the foot of his bed from the corner of her eye, and she seemed to see a poisonous snake. She stood up suddenly and asked with a strange expression, "You Where did you get the shoes on your feet?"

Luo Youning wanted to talk about the Yu family's grandma, but when the words came to her lips, she suddenly turned a corner: "My grandma gave it to me."

"You'd better take it off and burn it," the woman hurried out of the house as if avoiding the plague, raised the curtain and came to the door before quickly throwing a sentence, "In our village, only the dead can wear these shoes. "

She left in a hurry, but Qiao Jing didn't care too much, and brought a bowl of chicken soup for him to eat.

"Yes... Grandma Dayu gave it to me," he said, not wanting to hide it from Qiao Jing any more, after briefly explaining the things in the dense fog, "That person found me, and Grandma Yu asked me to go, but in the end When I came out, I slipped and accidentally rolled down the hillside, and I don’t remember what happened after that.”

Qiao Jing comforted him: "Since it was given by the old man, then keep it. Maybe it protected you."