Looking back on 2009

Chapter 385 My Little Poplar Wrapped in a Red Turban

Chen Zhihe was a little speechless.

He didn't ask Lu Caiwei why she didn't tell him about it before.

She chose not to speak, of course she had her reasons.

Thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, and heavy rain poured down.

Accompanied by lightning, Lu Caiwei's delicate body trembled visibly.

Thinking that she has been living alone for so many years, and that Shanghai is not without similar weather, a tinge of pity suddenly rose in Chen Zhihe's heart.

How did she spend each night like this alone?
This also made Chen Zhihe understand why she seemed withdrawn.

If a person has experienced so much helplessness, he will probably not be warm to others.

However, sitting on the chair, Chen Zhihe didn't make any extra movements, just looked at her quietly.

Maybe it was some effect, seeing Chen Zhihe watching her silently, Lu Caiwei's face gradually improved a lot.

"I don't know when the weather will be better." Sighing, Chen Zhihe started to talk, and talking should also have an effect.

Lu Caiwei didn't answer immediately, she looked out the window and then at Chen Zhihe.

"I should be able to go back in a few days, are you in a hurry to go back?"

Chen Zhihe shook his head and said, "That's not true, but I'm afraid that this trip will only be wasted in the hotel."

A smile appeared on Lu Caiwei's pale face, "Was it a waste?"

It seemed to be a response, and it seemed to be talking to himself.

"It doesn't matter. In fact, there are scenery everywhere. When you come out to play, sometimes it doesn't matter where you go."

Originally Chen Zhihe wanted to answer "It's important who you're with", but he held back.

Here and now, these words are a bit ambiguous.

The sound of the rain outside the window did not stop at all, Chen Zhihe was thinking about how to spend the night.

Lu Caiwei suddenly said softly: "I'm much better, let's rest early."

Chen Zhihe asked, "Are you sure?"

Lu Caiwei nodded.

After hesitating for a while, Chen Zhihe stood up, walked a few steps, and then stopped to look at Lu Caiwei.

"Good night." Waving her hand, Lu Caiwei said.

Chen Zhihe nodded and said, "What's the matter... call me?"

Lu Caiwei made an OK gesture.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Lu Caiwei closed her eyes.

……

Woke up the next day and it was still raining.

After Chen Zhihe finished washing, he called Lu Caiwei.

Then the two went downstairs to have breakfast together.

When she came back, at Chen Zhihe's door, Lu Caiwei paused and said, "When it rains, what do you usually do?"

Chen Zhihe said: "Go to sleep, rainy days are more suitable for sleeping. It's a pity that I didn't bring a book, but fortunately I can read it on my mobile phone, and it's not too boring."

Lu Caiwei said: "I brought two books, do you want to share one with you?"

Chen Zhihe was a little surprised, who would bring a book when he came out to play, "Really, then I'll go and have a look."

Following Lu Caiwei into her room, Chen Zhihe saw two books beside her bed.

Lu Caiwei walked over to pick up the book and handed it to Chen Zhihe, "You can choose which one you like."

Chen Zhihe took a look, one was "Love in the Time of Cholera" and the other was "My Little Poplar with a Red Turban".

Both books look dated.

The former book is very famous, but the latter one, I have never heard of it.

Returning "Love in the Time of Cholera" to Lu Caiwei, Chen Zhihe chose the one he had never heard of.

"You know this book?" Lu Caiwei was somewhat surprised by Chen Zhihe's choice.

Chen Zhihe shook his head and said with a smile, "I've never heard of it, so I'm curious."

Lu Caiwei nodded and said, "It's normal if you don't know. The author is not well-known in China. He is a writer from the former Soviet Union, Aitmatov, from Kyrgyzstan."

After thinking for a while, she said again: "In fact, I haven't read this book. I just picked it up from the shelf."

Chen Zhihe laughed, raised the book in his hand, and said, "It seems that I have a predestined relationship with it, so that's it."

"it is good."

Holding the book, Chen Zhihe returned to his room.

Without opening the book immediately, Chen Zhihe opened the door and went to the balcony to have a look. The rain was a little lighter, but the wind was strong.

After closing the door, making a cup of tea, leaning against the head of the bed, Chen Zhihe picked up the book.

Flipping through the pages of the book, Chen Zhihe couldn't tell what it was like.

There are two stories in the book, "My Little Poplar with a Red Turban" and "The First Teacher", which are short and medium stories, so Chen Zhihe finished the first one without knowing it.

How should I put it, the author's style is indeed very special. At first glance, it looks a bit vulgar like Qiong Yao, but the details are a bit elegant.It may feel rough at first, but once the pen is turned, it is very delicate, bold and unconstrained, mixed with sadness.

Anyway, from Chen Zhihe's point of view, there is a contradictory sense of beauty in it.

The story is not complicated. A driver of a motorcade met a girl who was going to be engaged and married by chance, and fell in love with her madly, and she fell in love with him, too. Run away with him, live together, and soon have a son.

Then the driver made some mistakes at work because of his youthful enthusiasm and easy to express himself, but his self-esteem neither allowed others to criticize him, but was also narrow enough to prevent him from getting out of shame. A female dispatcher who loves him is ready, and Xiao Baiyang is sad and carries her son away.

The driver and the dispatcher lived together for a while, and felt that they were more suitable to be friends, so they broke up peacefully.Suddenly he found that he still loved, always loved his little Bai Yang, and came back to look for her, but she was already married as a wife.

It read like a tragedy, but Chen Zhihe didn't feel sad at all.Although the tone of the story is sad, this sadness is brighter, like a broken crystal.

For some reason, Chen Zhihe couldn't read the second chapter.

He was a little upset.

What people are most afraid of is bringing up old things again, especially things that they don't want to be remembered by themselves.

But sometimes it's like this, you think you forgot, and a special moment reappears.

Although it was someone else's story, and even had a big discrepancy with what happened to him, Chen Zhihe couldn't help himself to think wildly.

His heart was messed up.

Only by leaving aside the daily trivialities can people see their own hearts clearly, but most people do not have this ability.

Picking up the teacup, he took a sip, bitter and astringent.

Chen Zhihe closed the book, put it aside, and fell asleep with his head covered.

After struggling for a long time to fall asleep, Chen Zhihe was awakened by the ringing of the phone in a daze.

"Have a meal?"

"it is good."

After sleeping, Chen Zhihe felt better.

Looking out the window, the rain has dropped a lot.

After a while, Chen Zhihe heard a knock on the door.

Seeing Chen Zhihe who opened the door, Lu Caiwei frowned, "Are you uncomfortable?"

If Chen Zhihe could see himself, he would find that his complexion was a bit grim, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Shaking his head, Chen Zhihe forced a smile and said, "Maybe it's because the weather suddenly changed, and I feel a little uncomfortable."

Lu Caiwei hummed and said, "Let's go eat first."

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(End of this chapter)