near and far

Le Mingxin was the same as in high school, holding the candy in his hand and heading home all the way.When I got home, I put the sugar on the table, looked at it again and again, and I started to blush when I saw it, and threw the sugar into the drawer again, and the drawer just closed, then opened it again, took out the sugar, and quickly Eaten, as sweet as remembered.

Those bits and pieces in high school are like small seeds that have survived the winter. In the spring at this time, they break through the soil and grow green shoots.There was a voice in Le Mingxin's heart whispering that maybe He Cheng'an also liked him in high school, but before the voice was amplified, he was vetoed by himself.

When liking someone, you can't help but get close to him, with a sticky face, He Chengan treats him the same as a classmate who has been reunited for a long time, only with a layer of bed relationship than a classmate who has been reunited for a long time.

Thinking of this, Le Ming felt regretful and ashamed that she was blushing just now.

He calmly rubbed the candy wrapper and threw it away.

Although the two exchanged mobile phone numbers when they were parting, they did not contact each other, and just let the names and numbers stay quietly in the address book.

Although there is no contact, Le Mingxin often hears about He Chengan. First, Kang Xiaoqin talked about her Uncle He all day long, and Uncle He pinched a rabbit for me. Uncle He came to my house for dinner last night.Then there was Kang Chen, who posted a photo of the dinner in Moments. The dish was the protagonist of the photo. A hand was exposed from the corner of the photo, resting lazily on the table, fingers curled, and the edges of the nails were neatly trimmed.Kang Chen also posted a photo of He Chengan traveling during the Chinese New Year in Moments. I don’t know where the beach is. It is a sea that changes from light blue to dark blue. He Chengan is shirtless with his back to the camera. Dry drops of water, a little bit of white sand, holding a surfboard taller than a person in his hand, without looking back, he gestured his middle finger to the camera.

Kang Chen's subtitle is that the older man is lonely in the boudoir, and wants to rely on his tall and handsome brother for the rest of his life.

Not knowing whether he was talking about himself or He Cheng'an, Le Ming joked back with a raised hand expression.

All the pottery works made by the children during the spring outing were fired, and they were brought back to school in a box. No matter how strange the shape was, it was considered a harvest.All the works made by the teachers were also brought in, wrapped tightly with several layers of newspapers one by one, but Le Mingxin's works were not inside, and when all the teachers picked out their own works, the boxes were empty.

Le Mingxin went to ask the person who sent it over, he was an employee of the pottery studio, but he said he didn't know, and said he wanted to ask Le Mingxin.Le Mingxin said: "Let me ask myself, I know your boss."

He took out his mobile phone, stopped at the moment he pressed the dial button, put the mobile phone back into his pocket, and stepped on the school bell to go to the first-grade physical education class.After two consecutive physical education classes, it was already time for school to leave in the afternoon, so Le Mingxin took out his mobile phone to call.

"Hi, hello." He Chengan answered his call calmly and politely.

Le Ming felt a little nervous for no reason: "Hello, that...why didn't my vase come here?"

"No," He Cheng said pretendingly, "Wait and I'll take a look for you."

It's time to get off work, the children in the school are out of school, and the teachers are leaving get off work one after another. Le Mingxin stays in his seat, holds the phone that has been hung up, and waits for He Chengan's reply.He leaned back on the chair, and his colleague who was off work asked him, "Xiao Le, why are you still not off work?"

Le Ming replied heartily: "I still have something to do."

After a while, the phone vibrated, and Le Mingxin immediately picked it up and asked, "Did you find it?"

"I found it, maybe it was left behind when I packed it."

With so many works, why did his little vase fall behind?

"That……"

He Chengan's voice came through the phone, deep and mellow: "When are you free to come and get it?"

Le Mingxin stood up with her mobile phone, put her bag on her back with one hand, pushed the chair into the table, and said, "I'm free now, is it convenient to come over?"

He Cheng'an's tone was reserved: "Yes."

Le Mingxin hung up the phone and walked outside. It has officially entered spring, the temperature has warmed up a lot, there is a light rain in the sky, and the street trees have sprouted green buds, which is a refreshing green.Le Mingxin did not bring an umbrella. He put his mobile phone in his pocket, pulled up the hood of his hoodie to cover his head, walked quickly, then almost ran, and squeezed into the rush hour just before the door closed. In the bus, I staggered to the gate of the Creative Park.

There are not many people in the Creative Park on weekdays, and even fewer people are there when it rains lightly.Le Mingxin pulled the hat on his head, and walked quickly in the dense rain.The door of the studio was open, and Yu Xiaolin was squatting with a small red umbrella, cutting the rose flowers in full bloom.

"Hi." Le Mingxin greeted her.

"Cut a few flowers and put them at the front desk." Yu Xiaolin smiled at him, with an umbrella on his shoulders, a few cut flowers in his hand, and the flower scissors, clumsy and a little embarrassed.

Le Mingxin stopped, and took her little red umbrella in a gentlemanly manner, and when she finished cutting the flowers, he supported her back.

Yu Xiaolin put the flowers in the big vase at the front desk and said, "The boss didn't say you were coming. If you want to find him, he will make pottery in the building behind."

Le Mingxin thanked her, but didn't take the umbrella that Yu Xiaolin handed him, and ran to the back in the rain in three or two steps.The bowl lotus in the big blue vat outside the door grew round leaves the size of copper coins, floating on the water surface, and there were a few sporadic lotus leaves curling up. When the rain hit the water, there were small circles of ripples. The red koi raised in the water was cooked, and when they saw the ripples, they thought someone was feeding them, and they floated on the water, with their round mouths opening and closing.

The door was only ajar, and the hum of the casting machine could be vaguely heard.

Le Mingxin knocked on the door politely, but no one answered, probably he didn't hear him, so he pushed the door directly.He Chengan was sitting by the window, stepping on the pedals of the drawing machine to control the speed. In front of him was an arm-long vase that was already formed. With a slender body, he held a flat paintbrush in his hand. After dipping the paint, gently touching the rotating vase blank, a circle of smooth patterns immediately appeared on the bottle body, because the ceramic blank was rotating at a high speed, it seemed like magic.

Seeing him concentrating, Le Ming didn't dare to disturb him, didn't make a sound, just took two steps forward, trying to get a closer look, but He Chengan had already seen him from the corner of his eye, stopped immediately, and moved the brush aside Throw, stop the machine, stand up.

In this warm and cold weather, He Chengan was only wearing a black T-shirt, which was already short-sleeved. He even rolled up the sleeves to his shoulders, exposing his entire arm, which seemed to be more beautiful than when he just came back from the beach. Erbai went back a little bit, and there were some dried clay on his forearm, his hands were dirty, there was dried clay, and some freshly painted paint.

"Is it raining outside?" He Chengan asked.

"It's just light rain." Le Mingxin took off the hood of his hoodie, and reached out to brush his slightly damp hair.

He Chengan pointed to the wooden shelf by the wall, and said, "I brought your vase over here."

Le Mingxin saw her own little vase at a glance, it was really conspicuous, not much bigger than a palm, but the colors were rich, colorful and complex, and when put together with He Chengan's works of different sizes and colors, it looked childish and cute.

He walked over, first touched it with a finger, then took the vase in his hand, and said, "Thank you, it's very pretty."

He Chengan walked up to him and asked casually, "Eat?"

Le Mingxin just looked at the vase in his hand, pretending to be serious, but in fact he wasn't looking at it at all, he replied: "Okay."