Chasing Tides

Sui Yan rushed home, and the teacher greeted him at the door, saying that she had just met Zhao Jinshan who was stopped by the security guard at the door of the residential area, and then called him.

When entering the house, Zhao Jinshan was drinking tea on the sofa. When she saw Sui Yang, she stood up and asked, "Why is Xiao Sui thin?", "Did you have dinner?", "How have you been?" ... I did n’t know I thought it was this way. It's his mother.

In the past three years, Sui Yue has not been harassed by her under various names. He had the idea that Ning Lan might return to his hometown to see it, and kept Zhao Jinshan's contact information. He hadn't got any reliable clues, but she got a lot of money.

Only then did he understand the bitterness of Ning Lan in those years. After all, it's a biological mother. Ning Lan's mouth is hard and soft, so it's hard to sit idly by.

This time, Zhao Jinshan still put on the expression of "I will die here if I don't save", and said tears while saying that the demolition money was taken to buy a new house, the house has not come down, and now it is on the street. The last little money on the body is used to buy Tickets, I haven't had a good meal for a few days.

Sui Yue took all the cash from her, Zhao Jinshan counted with dissatisfaction, and after counting her eyes, she said mysteriously that last night Ning Lan's father gave her a dream and said that the child came to see him at the cemetery Now, I have spoken a lot, one of which is to want to go back to school.

Sui Yan once did not believe these nihilistic ghosts and gods, but this time he was ill and rushed to the doctor. After believing, he immediately took out his mobile phone and transferred it to Zhao Jinshan. He got the name of the first voluntary school in Ning Lan's college entrance examination. Driven by car.

On the way, he remembered making his first film that year. Ning Lan flew over from the capital to see him, braving the rain to walk around the university campus. Sui Yun didn't understand it at the time. Now I think of Ning Lan when he asked why he didn't continue to study in the language of regret, and when he looked at the playground, library, and tree-lined road with envious eyes, in fact, all told his yearning and longing.

The teacher helped him find someone to adjust the monitoring in front of the school for investigation. Sui Yue parked the car at the door and watched students chatting and laughing at dinner time, and suddenly understood why Ning Lan wanted to go to school. At least the air in the campus is fresher and purer than outside. His destiny can still be in his own hands, instead of being bound by the multitude of contracts and endless IOUs, even the freedom to breathe becomes a luxury.

Late at night, the teacher called him: "School monitoring is only kept for one month. Ning Lan was not found in the preliminary investigation. You should go back to sleep and stop there."

Sui Yan stared at the closed campus with a blink of an eye, calling dumbly, "Teacher."

"Ok?"

"Am I ... stupid?"

The teacher groaned for a moment and said, "It's stupid. A young man in his twenties is even more superstitious than my unbelieving old man."

Sui Yan raised her hand and covered her eyes: "... I'm sorry."

"You paid for it. What are you telling me? I'd rather wait for him to come back and tell him."

Sui Yan's throat knot rolled twice, and it was difficult to ask: "Did I apologize to you this way?"

"Of course, otherwise I should be in country Y now, instead of stacking clothes for your dad here," the teacher pretended to be relaxed.

Sui Yan opened his mouth, and immediately smiled again, Shen said, "Teacher, I'm sorry."

"What's up again? What is 'International Apology Day' today?"

Sui Yan took a deep breath: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you, and treated you as ..." The word did not say, "I owe you a formal apology."

Last year, I learned from the elders who haven't been in contact for so long that the dusty truth is the instant impact is tantamount to the reshaping of the worldview. Everything he did was wrong, the truth was hidden behind him, and he could see the whole picture after a little questioning, but he was blindfolded, only believed what he saw, and stubbornly did many stupid things.

Just like he treats Ning Lan.

The teacher on the other side of the phone laughed: "Okay, okay, and" formally apologize "... Do n’t scare my old man to sleep at night. I really have this heart, and I will record a few more songs when I have time. Letting the teacher show it to the parents of the students can also save an admissions ad fee. "

"OK." Sui Yan agreed.

At the end, the teacher said seriously: "You have to live well, don't make a mess of yourself. When he comes back to look at you like this, what do you think when you walk away and turn your head away?"

Sui Yan heard the teacher ’s words, got up early the next morning, washed her face again after running, picked a piece of casual short-sleeved black trousers, carefully looked at her hair before going out.

The old lady in the stand near the Beijing suburbs stadium saw that he was in good spirits today, and smiled and said to him: "Does the guy work in the saucer over there? What do you usually do?"

The exterior design of the stadium is unique and looks like a UFO from a distance.

Sui Su laughed: "Yeah, graduated weapon, ready to destroy humanity."

The mother-in-law pouted, "You young people will scare me, old lady."

Sui Yang suddenly wondered who else in her mouth was "you".

The mother-in-law didn't rush into the room this time and called "smelly boy". She has learned to use the coffee machine, filled a cup and handed it to Sui Yang, and then took out a card-size cardboard from the counter: "Well, get a cup for five cups. "

Sui Yang turned over the piece of paper that said "Quanxi Commissary Supreme VIP Coffee Card" and looked over twice, crying and laughing: "Thank you, boss."

With a wave of her mother-in-law, "Don't thank me, it's made by the rotten boy. Keep this card and drink four more."

It was less than a week from the concert, time was tight, and the work was heavy. Sui Yang didn't have time to go to the kiosk to buy coffee, and gradually forgot the hand-made coffee card in his pocket.

In the blink of an eye, the day of the concert, the last rehearsal during the day, Sui Yan looked at the empty stage, another two hours, the audience will be full below. He couldn't help wondering if there would be him in 10,000 people? Will he hear the music he plays for him?

However, such unrealistic thoughts can only be paused in the mind, but whoever thinks deeply will be overwhelmed by the regret and self-blame coming from the face.

When Ning Lan suffered the Black Sea alone, he saw that Ning Lan did not cry, and shallowly thought that he was strong enough and did not need his own comfort.

At that time, he didn't know that some things could only be realized by being in the place. For example, when abandoned by those who consider it as treasure, there is the pain of retrograde blood in the body like cold blood, and the despair that the body keeps falling in the dark, but cannot find the point.

At that time, he did not protect Ning Lan, and his final despair was also administered by himself.

Therefore, he is not even qualified to think that Ning Lan is now in front of him.

This is God's punishment for him.

At this time, people outside the field were throbbing, and the hot weather did not affect the fans' enthusiasm at all. Before the morning dawn, there were stations standing at the door to send out support.

Ning Lan was wrapped tightly around her body, only two eyes were exposed, and there was still some tension in the crowd. The person's face on the roll-up banner was afraid to look at it, and stopped a crowd from the ox gathering area. With a look of despair, she lowered her voice and asked, "Are you going to vote?"

He thought about it and finally decided to sell the ticket an hour ago.

After rummaging around in the room for ten minutes, I remembered to clip the ticket in the book. Over the past three years, his memory level has slightly improved. However, because of the relationship between medications, it is impossible to return to his previous memories. Occasionally, he loses everything and does not affect his normal life. He is very satisfied.

The stopped girl looked at him in a weird costume and hurriedly dropped a "no", then ran away.

Ning Lan also asked a few girls who were wandering in the oxen heap, and they were all frightened by his fugitive appearance. The current level of scalper business is extremely high. Tickets are sold with identification, and they also provide one-stop service for buying tickets and sending them to the scene. Ning Lan has no advantage compared to them. After all, he doesn't dare to dig out.

After a large circle of tickets is still in hand, Ning Lan squatted beside the road to think, in the end is the ticket rotten in the hand, or pull out the ID card and wait for the headlines tomorrow?

He thought about the headline title-former AOW member Ning Lan appeared at the scene of Captain Sui Yan's concert and turned into an ox who sold tickets and was beaten by fans.

Ning Lan shivered in the hot sun, and threw her head out of this terrible idea.

Why don't you go in yourself? Tickets are so expensive.

As soon as this idea appeared, it was annihilated at a speed that could not cover his ears.

He didn't want to see him and couldn't see him.

A few minutes before the opening, the ticket sold by the ox was sold out. Finally, some fans saw Ning Lan sleeping on the wall with the ticket in his hand.

After some bargaining, the last girl carrying the huge lamp was sold at the original price and Ning Lan.

The girl complained while counting money: "Big brother, why don't you even have a X treasure? Aren't you afraid I will give you fake money?"

Ning Lan smugly said, "Brother, I'm a businessman. I know real money and fake money at a touch."

The girl handed the sum of money that she had counted to Ning Lan, paid the bill in one hand, and got the ticket in one hand.

The girl was really in a hurry to enter the venue, but she felt strange again: "You don't click it again, check the authenticity?"

Ning Lan raised the corner of his mouth behind the mask: "No, you believe me, and of course I believe you."

Trust is the most precious thing between people in this world.

Watching the girl walk into the ticket gate, Ning Lan put her hands in her pockets, and walked back towards the evening wind.

Just turned out of the stadium and stepped on the path of Quanxi Street. The music was roaring behind, and the stage lights illuminate the night sky. Ning Lan could not help but glance back, then took a deep breath of grassy air, trotting home all the way.

Unexpectedly did not sleep well at night.

Ning Lan sat up from the bed for the fifth time, ready to do something else to find sleep, and found that it was already dawn.

Yawning into the mirror, Ning Lan seriously began to think about the reasonable causal relationship between "sleepy" and "can't sleep" and tried to persuade himself-this is normal.

As soon as he got up, the iron door outside was knocked.

"Brother, are you up? Open the door, brother!"

Ning Lan bit his toothbrush and opened the door. Lu Binghua, who had just finished her nineteenth birthday, changed her hairstyle similar to that of Diga Altman, jumped in and grabbed Ning Lan's shoulder and shook violently. Go to a concert? "

Ning Lan almost vomited, saying inexplicably: "Don't you let me sell ... the ticket?"

Lu Binghua's facial expression was distorted exaggeratedly, and she raised her voice and said, "I just talked about it, you really sold it!"

After Ning Lan finished washing, he took out the frozen buns in the refrigerator and steamed them for serving. Lu Binghua only took one bun in one hand and made clear the ins and outs while eating.

It turned out that his brother's unit actually issued two consecutive tickets. Lu Binghua wanted to get one for Ning Lan, hoping that he could meet with his brother "unexpectedly" in the venue.

Ning Lan understood half of it, and dared that the boy hadn't broken the idea of ​​matching him and his elder brother.

"I don't understand. Where do you think I am good? There are so many beautiful girls on Quanxi Street, why are you focusing on me?" Ning Lan issued torture from the depths of her soul.

Lu Binghua drummed his cheeks and gave a thumbs up: "Brother you are good, cooking is super delicious!"

"Jiang's daughter next door is also very good at cooking, and has just graduated from college and has not been married."

Lu Binghua shook his head like a rattle: "No, I don't agree, I want you, the whole street is only you calling me 'Bingbing' and not calling me 'Flowers'."

Ning Lan was speechless for this strange reason, and said for a long time: "Because I have a friend named Huahua."

"I know," Lu Binghua pointed to a small pot of succulent plants on the window sill, "send my friend, you."

Fang Yu, who was more than 20 kilometers away, sneezed for no reason, took a piece of tissue and wiped her nose. When she quit the food video, her thumb was crooked, and she accidentally pressed it into the hot spot. The first one was "Suiyang concert kiss necklace".

Fang Yu rolled her eyes, thinking that if you grow old, you will slowly see Wusiren.

At the end of yesterday's concert, Sui Yun finished playing the serenade, and dragged the pendant out of the clothes along the rope around her neck, and sent it to her lips for a gentle kiss.

According to fans' observations, this pendant has appeared on Sui Yang for three years. He had been wearing it personally and could only see a piece of rope. This time, he finally got a high-resolution picture of a gun sister with a telephoto lens in the front row.

It was a red ball the size of a fingernail, and it should be polished by some kind of mineral according to the texture.

Attentive fans immediately speculated that this pendant had a special meaning, maybe it was sent by an important person. Sui Yue kissed it with tenderness and overflowing eyes, with a little sadness and sorrow, her deep and strong eyebrows were softened by it, and the hearts of the girls were broken.

Chaocha has been discussing from last night to today's lunch time, but no conclusion has been reached. A fan posted a post in Sui Chaochao: Do ​​you think the red bead looks like the agate bracelet that the captain gave to NL five years ago? (Just guess and do n’t hit

In fact, many fans have already guessed this possibility, but they are reluctant to think deeply about it. So the ellipsis in the comments, until a station sister who has a right to speak in the rice circle came forward and said, "Do not guess until there is sufficient evidence, no one has a red agate." This was barely stable. To the hearts of the people.

The turmoil of the rice circle was unknown.

After the concert, he was given a three-day holiday. On the first day, he drove to the shop selling bracelets, and was about to repair the pendants worn on his body.

This agate bead was found on the day Gu Gukai was accepted by the Conservatory of Music and was about to move the last few things out of the dormitory.

At that time, Sui Yang and his two were left in the dormitory. Gu Jikai remembered the seven points and missed the third, and touched the three letters "AOW" carved on the table by himself. Won't fall apart.

Sui Yan squatted down and helped him take out the thick sheet of music from the lower part of the cabinet. When he raised his eyes, a light spot suddenly dangled in front of him.

A red agate bead seeing the sky as the corner of the table moved, grunted to his feet.

The bead has never left him since then. Maybe I broke my hand string when it fell apart. There was a crack across the center of the beads. Sui Yang took it to the store three years ago and asked the master to reinforce it with metal wires. Seeing that it was a little loose, he took it to the store again. , Please master to help repair.

The two white-stained masters made jewelry for most of their lives. The best thing is to use the precious metals such as gold and silver to repair the broken jade without any traces. He looked at the bead in his hand, pushed his glasses and said, "It's better to buy another guy and spend money on fixing it, it's not worth it."

Sui Yan said: "It doesn't matter how much money is, as long as it is not broken."

The teacher smiled: "Isn't this already cracked? The ancients said, 'It is difficult to break a mirror,' and jade is the same. It is so delicate and good-looking that it is broken, after all, it is broken."

Sui Yan was so heavy in his words that he did not drink coffee, and his throat was bitter. When the master went into the back room for repairs, he randomly found a chair and sat down, forcing himself to pull out, and took out his mobile phone to open Weibo.

Fang Yu just liked the video of the food blogger. I just posted it last night and made buns.

Even if Sui Yang didn't know anything about cooking, he could see that the blogger's skill was superb. The dough was very obedient in his hands. Let him knead it round, flatten it with meat filling, squeeze out a beautiful spin, and then yard it neatly in a steamer. on. Then the camera shook, and after switching to twenty minutes, the buns came out in a beautiful shape, steaming, and seemed to smell the fragrance across the screen.

After reading Sui Sui's comments, the blogger never seems to interact with fans. Other food bloggers will repost the lottery to consolidate their popularity. There is nothing on his side.

The first of the hot reviews is a question: How did Xiaoyi Chi wear gloves today? The hands are so nice, do n’t you wear them later?

The food blogger's name is "No Fried Chicken Wings", and Sui Yue frowned subconsciously every time he saw it.

However, today this comment reminded him that he suddenly remembered the video that was interrupted that day, busy turning up to the one that made the bacon roll, and opened it to pull the blogger's hand with chopsticks on the screen, Press Pause exactly.

The video pixels are not high, and the angle is not very good. The hand appears suddenly and disappears quickly, and the freeze-frame pictures are highly blurred.

However, Sui Yue still saw a dark trace above the thumb of his right hand, exactly the same as the part that Ning Lan had cooked for the last time.

Ning Lan has said that he is a scar, and that scalds often don't heal for many years.