The breeze does not pass me by

Chapter 79 Let's Get Married

Her hair also smelled of beef from the Japanese grocery store. Liang Chan patiently took a shower, washed her hair, dried it, applied essential oil for hair care, and came out of the bathroom.

The drunk Chen Xiaoyin was still awake, lying on her bed with her mobile phone pressed to her mouth, she was texting someone on WeChat, chattering endlessly.As she got closer, she could hear her sticky voice calling out, "Kiss your boyfriend."

Liang Chan knew it, she was texting her boyfriend on WeChat.

She bent down to pick up her mobile phone from the end of the bed, and wanted to ask Jiang Qishu if he was home. When she opened it, she saw a small red dot on Jiang Qishu's WeChat profile picture.

Ten minutes ago, he sent a message to report his safety: "I got home smoothly. 【Kiss】"

Liang Chan found that kissing expression, sent it back to him, then put down the phone, lay down on the bed, and asked the drunk man who seemed to be in high spirits: "Chen Xiaoyin, are you still asleep?"

Chen Xiaoyin yawned in response to the occasion, the phone slid to the pillow, she turned over and faced Liang Chan, a lump of flesh squeezed out of her chubby cheeks, giggled, and talked endlessly: "Liang Chan, I still remember The first time I saw you was the day when you transferred to Yida High School in the third year of high school. You were thin and frail, depressed and depressed. You would only reply when someone talked to you, and you were silent the rest of the time. You were sitting behind us The boy asked you something, you are not right..."

Liang Chan followed her words and recalled the past. The third year of high school was a bit far away from her current life. Her memory faded and became blurred, and she couldn't remember many things completely.

"Are you really drunk?" Liang Chan interrupted with a smile, "You didn't stutter after talking so much."

Chen Xiaoyin didn't seem to hear what she said, and said completely immersed in herself: "But you are different now, you really look good when you smile, and you have a lot to say."

Liang Chan refused to admit it: "You talk more than I do."

Chen Xiaoyin kicked her under the quilt: "Hey!"

Liang Chan stopped quarreling with her, lay flat on the bed, the light in the room with the curtains drawn was dim, she breathed shallowly, waiting for Chen Xiaoyin to continue talking.

After waiting for a long time, she didn't speak again, Liang Chan tilted her head slightly, Chen Xiaoyin fell into a sleep state in a second like a mobile phone that automatically shuts off when it runs out of power, opened her mouth, and hummed a strange and small snoring sound from her nasal cavity.

Liang Chan pulled up the quilt, and silently curled the corners of her mouth in the dark.

*
The biological clock was terribly accurate. The night before, she drank alcohol and was so noisy that she fell asleep almost in the early morning. Liang Chan woke up on time at six o'clock the next morning.

Chen Xiaoyin was still asleep, the quilt was rolled up around her waist and abdomen like finger cakes, her legs were in a messy position, even Liang Chan got out of bed to wash up but couldn't wake her up.

She went downstairs to buy two breakfasts, ate one for herself, covered the other with a cover, and threw the clothes she changed last night into the washing machine.

Liang Chan looked around and opened the curtains of the living room. The summer sun came out early to work, swaying warm golden light generously.

She was free all day today, wearing loose home clothes, squatting on the carpet, spread out the doilies on the coffee table, moved out the stone that was said to be used for "archaeology", put on gloves, held the Luoyang shovel, and began to chisel. earth.

Time ticked and ticked, and the cloth was covered with dust. Liang Chan used a small brush to sweep away the residual soil on the stone, finally revealing a corner of the "cultural relic".

Why is it dark blue?

Liang Chan was too focused on digging, and didn't hear the door of the room open. Chen Xiaoyin came out barefoot, her hair disheveled, her face swollen from a hangover with a dazed look: "Liang Chan, what are you doing?"

When she made a sound suddenly, Liang Chan was taken aback by surprise, and Luoyang Shovel almost poked her finger.

"Open the blind box." Liang Chan was eager to know what cultural relics were inside, so he only took time to glance at her, and pointed to the dining table casually, "Your breakfast is there, it might be cold, warm it up yourself."

At around ten o'clock in the morning, Chen Xiaoyin floated to the bathroom to wash up like a ghost, and then to the kitchen to warm up breakfast.She was so hungry that she took a big bite out of the steamed stuffed bun with her hand in her hand, and her mouth was almost full. She walked to Liang Chan's side and blurted out the words: "You haven't opened it yet?"

"almost."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Liang Chan knocked off the remaining stones, revealing the original appearance of the cultural relic, which was a small square box.

Liang Chan was stunned, and muttered to herself: "What is this, is it fragile?" So it needs to be wrapped in a box to prevent the contents from being damaged during the excavation process?

Chen Xiaoyin swallowed the meat bun in her mouth, staring at the small box in her hand in amazement, it was different from the cultural relics blind box she had seen before.

"Why is there still a packing box? I see that the colorful enamel flower bottle opened by my boyfriend is not packed." Chen Xiaoyin shrugged, "As you can imagine, the bottle shattered because of his rough handling."

Liang Chan turned the box around, found the direction of the opening and opened it, her breathing stopped for a moment.

On the contrary, Chen Xiaoyin gasped, almost choking on the food she swallowed.

What kind of cultural relic blind box is it? Inside the box is a diamond ring. It is not an exaggerated style, but very simple and exquisite. The octagon-shaped ring setting is embedded with a pure and shining diamond.

There was also a small rolled-up note in the box. Liang Chan's heart was beating fast, and she took it out with trembling fingertips. A line of familiar words came from Jiang Qishu's hand.

【Liang Chan, will you marry me? 】

Knowing that she doesn't like occasions that attract much attention, after careful consideration, Jiang Qishu finally chose to propose to her in such a secret way.

The blind box that she opened by herself was a surprise he gave her.

But it was this marriage proposal without crowds, surrounded by flowers and kneeling on one knee, which moved the only witness at the scene, Chen Xiaoyin. Really good at it."

She was curious to see Liang Chan's reaction, Liang Chan was already dumbfounded.

Chen Xiaoyin asked gently: "Do you want to promise him?"

Liang Chan sat in one position for a long time, as if she had made up her mind, looked up at Chen Xiaoyin, and asked an irrelevant question: "Do you still remember the tattoo shop you took me to?"

She couldn't remember the way, nor the name of the shop.

Chen Xiaoyin touched the little rose tattoo on her collarbone, recalled it, and said uncertainly: "I seem to remember, what are you going to do?"

"Can you take me there again?" Liang Chan asked.

Chen Xiaoyin didn't know what she was going to do, but it didn't prevent her from fulfilling her request.She quickly finished her breakfast, put on a beautiful makeup, and went out with Liang Chan.

They were sitting in a taxi. Liang Chan opened WeChat and saw the message Jiang Qishu had sent her.

Jiang Qishu: "Have you opened the graduation gift for you? I forgot to tell you that the stone is to be broken with the tool inside. Be careful, don't hurt your hands. Take your time, don't worry .”

After Liang Chan read each word, she couldn't stop her smile even though she pursed her lips. He said he was not in a hurry, but there was clearly nervous anticipation between the lines, wishing she could see the gift right away.

As long as it is not face to face, Liang Chan will not show her feet when she lies: "I slept too late last night, I just woke up, and I haven't had time to take it apart."

The person over there was silent for a while, and replied "OK".

Liang Chan lowered her head with a smile on her brows, it shouldn't be her illusion, this dry "okay" is full of someone's helplessness and anxiety.He must have been in the mood for nothing else all day today, until she unwrapped the present and gave her answer.

Chen Xiaoyin was attracted by her beaming brows, stared at her for a few seconds, and said leisurely: "It's rare that you are still so tired after talking with Jiang Qishu for more than three years."

Liang Chan put away the phone and the smile on her lips: "Why didn't you say that you and your boyfriend talked longer than us."

"That's different." Chen Xiaoyin clasped her arms around her chest and snorted, "We broke up several times, the longest time was three months without saying a word, and we almost broke up."

Liang Chan silently thought that she and Jiang Qishu had actually broken up before, only that one time.Because he was jealous of Shao Linfeng and thought she was going to leave him.

*
The sun in the morning was bright and brilliant, not as violent as in the afternoon, and it shone obliquely at the entrance of the alley.An aunt next to her was sitting under a parasol holding a mobile phone and watching videos. In front of her was a white freezer with a basket on top of it, which contained all kinds of empty bottles of drinks.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the alley and stopped driving.The alley is too narrow to make a U-turn.

Liang Chan looked out through the car window, overlapping with the scene in her memory of the evening after the college entrance examination, it was right here, she had an impression of this alley.

The tattoo shop is at the end of the alley.

Liang Chan and Chen Xiaoyin walked through the rough stone road, and stopped in front of the tattoo shop. It was very quiet inside, and there was no sound at all.They walked up the stairs arm in arm, opening the door curtain made of yellowed transparent plastic sheets.

The young man on the sofa heard the noise, raised his head from the tablet, put down the Apple Pencil and greeted warmly: "Are you here for a tattoo?"

Liang Chan remembered him, he was the tattoo artist who drew her tattoos.

The other party welcomes her every day, obviously doesn't remember her, and asks routinely like a normal visitor, which one of you two wants a tattoo, what pattern you want to tattoo, and where you want the tattoo to be, you must think clearly before making a decision, this thing Erwen is a lifetime thing, regretting is useless, it is very troublesome to wash off, and it will leave traces.

Liang Chan settled down, and after communicating with the tattoo artist about her needs, the other party took a tablet on the spot to design an exclusive pattern for her. After her confirmation, she started preparing for the tattoo.

When the tattoo artist saw the cicada and a few lines under Liang Chan's abdomen, he suddenly said, "Hey, are you a regular customer of ours?"

Liang Chan gave a calm "hmm": "It's troublesome, the new pattern overwrites the original line."

"It's easy to handle, trust my skills." The tattooist put on disposable gloves, took out a new needle and sterilized it carefully, seeing the tension in her tense limbs, he said with a smile, "Relax, apply it." The anesthetic won't hurt."

Only Liang Chan knew whether it was painful or not. She closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and could clearly feel the delicate pain caused by the needle piercing her skin.

Chen Xiaoyin was bored waiting, walked around the store with her hands behind her back, ran to the back, just in time to see the finished pattern, the hem of Liang Chan's T-shirt was lifted up, and on the exposed snow-white skin, there was a deep rubbing. Only cicadas and a small tree.

Chen Xiaoyin's footsteps stopped suddenly, and her memory quickly went back, she walked through a swift river and found the source.

It was also on the day when the college entrance examination ended, she brought Liang Chan for a tattoo, and after they went to the class reunion, she asked Liang Chan in the box: "Cicada is your name, it's easy to understand, what do those lines mean? "

Liang Chan refused to say anything, but said, "Guess."

She said at that time: "I can't guess it. If you ask me, the cicada should stay on the tree, and you should plant a small tree."

Please call her a prophet, she is right!

As if something was destined to happen in the dark, the cicada would meet the tree that belonged to her and protect her forever, so she would never let her die in that summer.

A thin layer of sweat oozes from Liang Chan's forehead, and slowly comes out from the inside with a dragging step.

The tattoo artist scratched his forehead, and said with some guilt: "Are you intolerant of anesthetics? I see you gritted your teeth and endured the pain throughout the whole process...Well, how about I give you a discount."

Liang Chan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, said that she was fine, had paid, and left the tattoo shop with Chen Xiaoyin.

Walking on the bluestone slab when he came here, Chen Xiaoyin asked knowingly: "Is the tree you wrote about Jiang Qishu?"

Liang Chan didn't hesitate this time, and replied straightforwardly: "Yeah."

She couldn't wait to tell Jiang Qishu her answer face to face, and took out her mobile phone to make a call. The person over there seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and it was connected in a second. :"Hello!"

Liang Chan stopped in her tracks, the bright sun above her head shone on her face, she narrowed her eyes slightly, the sun illuminated the light blue blood vessels under her thin eyelids, her lips were pale after a painful experience.

Jiang Qishu seemed to anticipate what she was going to say, and held his breath.

There was silence on both ends of the phone.

Liang Chan heard the cicadas singing from the old locust tree at the entrance of the alley. In the midsummer when the cicadas were singing everywhere, she said to her beloved boy: "Jiang Qishu, let's get married."

Once Jiang Qishu released his long-held breath, the panting sound was like finishing a [-]-meter race. He couldn't wait to ask, "Where are you? I'm going to see you!"

"I'm...I'm in your heart."

Liang Chan's eyes were full of smiles, the haze above her head had long since disappeared, replaced by a towering tree covering her in the shade, providing her with shelter in the scorching summer.

Her tree, her Jiang Qishu.

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2023.4.12-2023.6.3
　It's over.

　　As I said at the beginning of the article, it is a little story of healing.Although looking at the whole article, most of them are abusive, but you can still taste a little bit of sweetness!Needless to say, the latter part is of course quite sweet!
　　This is the first time I have tried to write this kind of emotionally charged article. There are more emotional descriptions and psychological analysis. Relatively speaking, the narrative nature of the story is weakened. After reading it, I found that this is actually a very, very simple one. short story.

　　In short, it is a fresh attempt.

　　Because writing short stories doesn’t require too much energy, it allows me to write whatever I want, which makes me very happy.There will be various attempts in the future, I hope you like it.

　　Ok, next I will prepare the next long novel, set the framework, write the outline, write the detailed outline, and save the manuscript... Ah, there is a lot of work to do, I will try my best to meet you as soon as possible!

　　See you next time, bye~
　　
　
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