I'm a world apart from you

Chapter 55 I'm still with you in the time you don't know

Chapter 55 I'm still with you in the time you don't know (1)
There is no direct flight to City A, and a transfer is required halfway.

When I landed at the transit airport in the United States, it happened to be in the evening, at six o'clock local time, and there were still three hours before the plane left for Minnesota.

The sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows has been invaded by night, Wen Ge stood in front of the window with her suitcase in hand, the cold light cast on her body, the glass in front of her was like a giant curtain, reflecting the entire terminal hall behind her, And her small figure inside, looks particularly lonely and weak.

After standing for a while, she turned back, looked around, took out a bucket of instant noodles from the suitcase, soaked it in hot water and placed it on her lap, with her hands on her sides, pressing it firmly.

The heat was dense, and her palms were hot for a while.

Wen Ge raised her head, just in time to meet the curious and probing eyes of the passenger opposite, she smiled, then lowered her head, patiently waiting for the instant noodles to soak.

A few minutes later, just as Wen Ge lifted the lid and took a sip of the hot soup, she found that there was a person sitting in the empty seat beside her. She was feeding noodles into her mouth, and turned her head to look.

He is a young man with deep-set silhouette, with dark brown eyes, but his face is like an oriental, with a soft and handsome face.

He took a look at her, and said something that Wen Ge didn't understand, he didn't know if it was Korean or Japanese, and Wen Ge was dizzy for a while.

She shook her head and replied in English: "Sorry, I don't understand, I'm from China."

The man was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "It turns out they are compatriots."

Wen Ge suddenly heard him speak fluent Mandarin, paused again, and smiled at him.

It is really a great thing to meet someone who can communicate in such a completely strange place.

He pointed to the boarding gate not far away: "Are you going to Minneapolis?"

Wen Ge nodded, picked up the instant noodles with a fork and stuffed them into his mouth a few mouthfuls, looked up to see him staring straight at him, a little strange.

"Do you still have instant noodles?" He pointed to the instant noodles she was holding on her lap, with a longing look on his face.

Wen Ge's face, which was a little blurred by the heat, suddenly showed a smile: "Yes."

The plane was two hours late, and it was early morning when we arrived in Minneapolis.

When Wen Ge got off the plane rubbing his forehead, he was so sleepy that he couldn't lift his eyelids.

The airport in the early morning was empty, the ground was covered with soft and thick carpets, even if someone was walking, there was no sound.

The cold lights in the airport departure hall illuminated the entire space, but Wen Ge felt inexplicably cold all over his body, and his heart suddenly tensed up after he had just relaxed.

She found a place to sit down and sent emails to the receptionist while using the airport wireless.

There are still a few days before leaving school, and the admission procedures have been completed. As long as you contact this contact person and move into the school dormitory, everything will be in order.

However, the plane was two hours late, and it was early in the morning, and she was able to contact the talent by sending an email.

Wen Ge waited for a while, turning off the screen from time to time to see if there was a reply to the email. After several failures, she decided to spend the night at the airport and contact her again tomorrow.

Alone, carrying luggage, Wen Ge was destined to sleep poorly that night, waking up from the cold several times, looking around tremblingly, and then closing his eyes sleepily and tiredly.

Fortunately, she received the email early the next morning, but the content of the email was a bit frustrating, because there were still a few days before leaving school, and the school dormitory was not open, so she needed to stay in a hotel outside.The other party understood that she had just come from China, so she decided to take a trip and take her to a hotel to stay for a few days.

After settling down in the hotel, Wen Ge took care of all the things that should be done on his own the next day, and made a list of air tickets and tuition fees. The large sum of money was returned to Xu Liqing.

After planning these, she will have time to appreciate the city.

The sunset was beautiful, and the golden light was holy, which made her exile a bit pious.

Wen Ge has gone abroad, Wen Shaoyuan's life has not changed much, he still thinks of her often, and misses her more and more deeply, worrying about whether she is well, whether she is tired, whether she is cold...

When he was drunk far more than when he was sober, his previous restraint had turned into depression, and his temper became more and more irritable.

After her number was dialed, the phone was always turned off, and the mechanical and cold voice rang out repeatedly, making his heart sink more and more.

She said that she had exiled herself, she was completely out of his sight, and she was thousands of miles away from his control, even to meet and hear voices became a luxury at this time.

That sentence "exile" completely became his nightmare, and every time he thought of it, he felt a bone-piercing pain.

Xu Liqing refused to answer his call, Sui Anran shook his head helplessly at him, and told him: "Wen Ge must have got a new phone card there, and he must be very busy just after enrolling, so I haven't had time to tell you, right?"

He finally realized the feeling of being pushed into the abyss, so violently that he was caught off guard.

Wen Ge's study career was not very smooth, or she was isolated. She was out of tune with the people around her. Many times what she said could not be fully understood by others. In addition, she was always alone, and no one thought about it. To get to know her.

She applied for a job as a waiter in the canteen, and the salary was relatively high. At first, she wondered why few girls applied for such a job. Later, she realized that if it was not for the lack of money, no one would come here to do such a tiring job. .

Naturally, she became a very poor student in the eyes of her classmates. She was treated coldly, isolated, and despised. She encountered everything that she had never experienced in China.

No one speaks Mandarin to her. When she is alone, she will talk to herself, ask and answer questions, and sometimes she will fall into confusion when she is talking - what is she doing?
This situation finally improved when she and Yang Qiao reunited in the dining hall on the eve of winter.

Yang Qiao was the Chinese-American mixed-race person she met at the transit airport in the United States who asked her for instant noodles. She was at the same level as her, majoring in biochemistry.

At that time, when he was with another boy, when he looked up and saw her, he was so surprised that he didn't even hold his chopsticks firmly: "Wen Ge?"

Wen Singer was still holding a rag, and when he heard this long-lost voice, he froze for a moment before turning around.

Yang Qiao stood up, showing a helpless and joyful smile: "Hello, we meet again."

After meeting Yang Qiao, Wen Ge realized that there were a lot of Chinese students in the university, but she hadn't paid attention to it, and she hadn't been found out, so she lived alone for a week.

Although she was pulled into the circle, Ke Wenge never felt like she fit in. She still likes to be alone and spends all her time attending classes and doing odd jobs.

Even Yang Qiao couldn't hold back that desperate energy. When sending her back after a party, he asked bluntly, "Are you short of money?"

Under her feet was a string of flickering neon lights installed under the glass. When she lowered her head, her whole face was a little cloudy and uncertain under the changing lights.

Yang Qiao thought that he was asking too directly, and remedied: "I don't mean anything else, I just want to, if you are very short of money, I can introduce you to some jobs that pay more money."

Only then did Wen Ge raise her head, with a faint smile on her fair face, she didn't answer the previous question, but just nodded: "When the semester is over, introduce me to one."

Yang Qiao frowned slightly, and asked, "Aren't you going back...to celebrate the New Year?"

Wen Ge shook her head, the dormitory was right in front of her, she walked faster, and waved her back to him: "I won't go back."

It was a sad place, why go back?
After Christmas, this semester is over, the dining hall does not need manpower for the time being, Wen Ge needs to go out to find a job, and also needs to move out.She didn't bother Yang Qiao, and went to the mall to apply for the job by herself. Although the other party refused very tactfully, she knew that the reason for the rejection was because she was Chinese.

Wen Ge went to work as a waiter in a bar near the school. The salary was high there, and it was not very tiring. The only thing she had to face was constant harassment.

After persisting for a few days, finally one night, she ruthlessly shook off the arm of a man with long beards, raised her hand and landed a fist on the man's chin, and then bluffed and smashed the wine Bottle turned and ran.

In the noisy bar, the man's angry curses and threats came to her ears from afar. She was scared and disgusted at the same time. She only hoped that there would be a firm embrace behind the door with a glimmer of light not far away. She protected her, but when she opened the door and ran out, there was only dazzling white snow.

Heavy snow fell from the sky, one after another, and the snow piled up on the side of the road was even more cold and flooded. Even the warm lights of the store could not make it warm.

Her jacket was left at the bar, and she had only a mobile phone, a key, and some change on her.

She bent down, supported her knees and panted violently, the cold air she suddenly inhaled made her heart ache.With her eyes closed, she stood alone on the empty street, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

It was hard work, really hard work.

Uncle, Uncle, Uncle...

She sat down slowly against the lamppost, out of breath from crying.

Trembling, she took out the phone, pressed a series of numbers on the input button that she had already learned by heart, stared at the screen for a long time with tears in her eyes, and finally pressed the dial button cruelly.

After the long busy tone passed, there was a light click, and the other end of the phone was picked up. Wen Shaoyuan's cold and familiar voice sounded, with a bit of temptation, soft and gentle: "Wen Ge?"

Just calling out her name made her cry.

She covered her lips and let the tears fall crazily, but there were bursts of twitching pain in her heart.She pressed her lips hard, afraid that if she opened her mouth, he would hear the broken sobs, but in the end, she couldn't control a few choked sobs.She lowered her head, buried her face in her arms, and hung up the phone.

The snow fell more and more, she sat curled up on the street alone, her shoulders and hair were covered with a thin layer of falling snowflakes.

In such a cold night, she burst into tears unscrupulously, for those grievances, for those tired, and especially for his "hearing the song".

Looking at the hung up phone, Wen Shaoyuan recalled the vague choking sound just now, frowned, and a sense of uneasiness spread in his heart.

He raised his finger, and Sui Anran, who was reporting to work, suddenly stopped talking and looked at him quietly.

There were only a few managers in the conference room making work reports. A few days ago, Sui Anran was one of the managers who had been sent out for a field trip.

Wen Shaoyuan only glanced at her, and found out the phone number a few times before, raised his hand and held the phone in front of her eyes, facing her with the screen: "Is it Wenge?"

Sui Anran glanced at him suspiciously, then turned her gaze to the string of phone numbers, and nodded slightly: "It's her."

Everyone present looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing which show was being staged at the moment.

Without hesitation, Wen Shaoyuan suspended the meeting, got up, walked to the French window of the meeting room, and dialed back.

Sui Anran looked at his back. He was slender and tall. His well-tailored suit made him look indifferent and alienated. But it was this seemingly invincible man that made her understand his helplessness and loneliness.

She withdrew her gaze, put her fingertips against the pen, thought for a long time, shook her head, wrote down the name of the university Wen Ge attended on a blank piece of paper, held it between her fingertips and looked at it for a long time, and pressed it under her palm.

After calling several times and getting the result that the phone was turned off, Wen Shaoyuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time holding his mobile phone, frowning, called He Xing, and told him to book a flight ticket to Minneapolis tomorrow.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the humid city A shrouded in rain and fog. The windows are covered with a hazy layer of water vapor. The water droplets are blown tottering by the wind, but in the end they did not escape the fate of sliding down.

He was a little dazed while watching, and pressed his fingers, as if he saw her through the rain curtain.

The sound of raindrops hitting the glass softly outside the window was very clear in the silent meeting room. City A, which he could see under his finger, was gradually blurred in the sound of the rain, and in the end he could only see it on the electronic display screen in the distance. Flashing light and shadow.

He just turned around, returned to his seat, and continued the meeting, but he was obviously absent-minded.

After the meeting was over, Sui Anran deliberately tidied up slowly, and waited for her colleagues to leave one after another, then she moved the already warm note under her hand and pushed it to his hand: "I used to persuade her to give up, because What I saw was endless and fruitless. Later I found out that it’s not that you don’t love her, it’s just that you think more than her. But she doesn’t understand, she always feels that your avoidance and your caution are rejections, so she put I hit my head badly, I hope you will look back. Until now, I still have that position. You are not suitable for Wen Ge, and Wen Ge is not suitable for you, but it is a pity that she loves you the most. "

Sui Anran shook her head helplessly, and seeing him take the note, she withdrew her hand: "If you need help, you can come to me. Although these words are not appropriate, I still want to advise you, the more precious things are, the more important they are." Cherish, what you want is never as safe as holding it in your palm. All you consider for her is not necessarily what she needs. Time is a very mysterious thing, and it will not pass according to your wishes. If she changes, You're too late to regret it."

She endured it for several years. At the beginning, she felt that she and Wen Jingfantian were so different that they couldn't get over the gully in the middle. It wasn't until he reached out and grabbed herself in the palm of his hand that she realized that all problems were invincible, and they were just right for each other. like.

She picked up the document and pressed it lightly on the conference table. Seeing him bow his head in deep thought, she left quietly.

He Xing booked a first-class flight to Minneapolis for the next day, and when he went to the meeting room, he missed the opportunity and hurried to find the office. He saw Wen Shaoyuan sitting in a chair silently, with a desolate and lonely figure.He stood at the door for a while, making sure that the air pressure in the center was not lower than the warning line, and then walked in with lowered eyebrows, and reported softly: "Mr. Wen, the ticket has been booked, and the plane at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

Wen Shaoyuan didn't respond, his eyes fell on the neat and elegant words on the note, he sighed softly, folded it up and put it in his wallet, pushed away the chair and stood up: "Put all the work back, wait I'll talk when I get back."

He Xing was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and answered "Yes".

Watching Wen Shaoyuan walk out of the conference room, he scratched his head and said to himself: "The round trip cost of 17 yuan for the first-class cabin alone, shouldn't we have to move the work back!"

Wen Ge's phone was never turned on, and Wen Shaoyuan called back hundreds of times, but the result was still a cold and mechanical female voice telling him that the phone was turned off.

He Xing took small bites of his mung bean cake from the side, carefully watched his boss's burnt ass and couldn't sit still, and worked harder to reduce his sense of existence.

After arriving in Minneapolis, as soon as he got out of the hatch, Wen Shaoyuan continued to dial Wen Ge's mobile phone number.

In Minneapolis in winter, the temperature is terribly low. He came in a hurry and only took a thick coat. Only when he got here did he find that it was far from enough to resist the cold wind here.

At ten o'clock in the evening, he walked to the exit of the airport, and not far away was the driver he had made an appointment with in advance.He walked over, said hello, and reported Wen Ge's university name.

The driver raised his eyebrows and asked, "The school will be on holiday after Christmas. There should be no one in the school now. Are you sure you want to go there?"

Wen Shaoyuan was so questioned that he didn't react for a while, and looked at him calmly.

The driver thought he didn't understand, and asked again: "Do you still know the person you are looking for, another place to live?"

Wen Shaoyuan raised his hand and pinched the center of his brow lightly, then shook his head: "I don't know."

There was a moment of silence.

The driver smiled awkwardly: "Then I'll take you there to have a look first."

Wen Shaoyuan nodded, unwilling to say more, leaning on the soft back of the chair, his tense nerves still did not relax.He looked sideways out of the dark window and let out a long breath of sulk.

After waiting for the traffic lights, he started calling her again. This time, the phone was no longer in the off state, but the busy speaker sounded twice, and someone picked it up.

Wen Shaoyuan sat up straight suddenly, because of the sudden cold, the discomfort in his throat made it difficult for him to speak.He cleared his throat and was about to speak when he heard a clear and pleasant voice on the other end of the phone: "Uncle?"

He fell silent for a moment.

(End of this chapter)

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