The beginning of a small three, singing and crying water friends

Chapter 43 Jiang Xiaorou's Story
"Jingle Bell"

When the alarm bell rang, Jiang Xiaorou stretched out a hand from under the quilt to fumble to turn off the alarm clock, turned over habitually and groped beside her, but found nothing.

She froze for a while, then slowly got up and looked at her phone.

Today is Saturday, no work...

Jiang Xiaorou scratched her head, annoyed that she forgot what day it was again.

Lying on the bed and stretching her body into a large font, Jiang Xiaorou closed her eyes and lay quietly for a while, then got up and went to the table to turn on the computer and prepare to watch a movie.

It’s good that no one dominates the computer to play games, you can watch them however you want.

The computer was turned on, and on the screen was a group photo of two people, sitting at the dining table hugging each other face to face, smiling happily.

It seems that when we first rented a house together, we made a big table meal to celebrate, and the two of them took a photo before eating.

Jiang Xiaorou wrinkled and sighed, opened the picture folder and planned to change a photo, but there were hundreds of pictures in the picture folder, and at a glance, all of them were group photos and single photos of the two of them.

"Ah……"

She looked at those photos with an unnatural smile, pressed the keyboard to close them, but hesitated again when she looked at the photos above, pursed her lips, and began to look through them.

Each piece is full of memories.

They are all memories of a year ago, or even earlier, but there is not a single photo taken in the past year.

Did time stop at that moment...

Jiang Xiaorou was staring at the screen in a daze, sliding her finger on the mouse wheel, the face in the photo was enlarged bit by bit, and the smile on Chu He's eyebrows became more and more clear.

Gradually, that eye filled the entire screen, and she was still sliding the scroll wheel, continuing to zoom in, zooming in again...

Zoom in to the end, only a mosaic remains.

"Hee..." Jiang Xiaorou smiled at the screen, this colorful area was about the same color as the coat she bought for Chuhe before, it was ugly.

She leaned back and wanted to see from a distance, but forgot that under her buttocks was not the armchair in the unit, but a four-corner stool.

boom!
Whoa!

A group of people turned their backs on their backs, and the power cord pulled the computer and fell on her.

The room fell silent again.

As if she was extremely tired, she exhaled heavily, lying on the floor without wanting to move, her eyes were full of dead silence.

After a while, Jiang Xiaorou got up to tidy up the computer mouse on the floor, lifted up the stool, and tidied up the miscellaneous things.

It's time for a change of season, and it's time to take out last winter's clothes to dry, otherwise it will be cold for a while and you won't be able to wear them.

Jiang Xiaorou found winter clothes from the closet, and habitually touched her pockets.

movie ticket.

I watched "The Assassination of Li Huanying" last winter, and half of it was so boring that he fell asleep. Because of this, the two had a quarrel after the show.

Chuhe doesn't like watching this kind of movie...

Jiang Xiaorou stood there blankly holding the movie ticket in her hand.

This home, every piece of furniture, every decoration is full of memories of the two of them.

I need to find something to distract myself...

Jiang Xiaorou went out and took a taxi directly, went straight to Ping An Square, all the way to the cinema on the fifth floor, she stood in front of the bar without hesitation, "Super 8, one ticket, the latest show."

With a big bucket of popcorn, a big cup of Coke, and wearing the 3D glasses provided by the theater, Jiang Xiaorou sat in the middle of the middle row, curled up on the chair and watched the movie play on the screen.

Chu He has always liked this kind of exciting movie, not the movie about assassinating Li Huanying.

He said it was hypocritical.

If it wasn't for his own sake, he wouldn't even bother to look at the postage.

The atmosphere in the theater was very good. As the movie gradually reached its climax, the sports car on the screen completed a thrilling drift, which caused a burst of exclamation. Jiang Xiaorou turned her head excitedly holding the popcorn, only to see an unfamiliar face.

Suddenly, she felt empty.

Never sit in a movie theater with him again.

If I hadn't pestered him to go to the movies that day...

If there hadn't been a fight that day...

If... no if.

Before you know it, the movie has come to an end.

It's just a movie...

The ending song was still being sung on the screen, and Jiang Xiaorou sat in the middle and burst into tears.

For her, this is not just a movie, but in countless movies in the future, there will be one person who will always be absent.

Missing is originally a warm emotion, which means that someone can care about it.

But at this moment, this emotion was like a monster, clutching Jiang Xiaorou's throat fiercely, making her unable to breathe.

The little brother sitting next to him saw that the girl beside him was crying so much, he hesitated for a while and was about to pass a tissue, but the next moment, he suddenly stopped handing the tissue, and his face became a little flustered.

"Beauty, what's wrong with you, beauty? Wake up..."

There was chaos in the movie theater.

……

When she woke up again, what she saw was a familiar yet unfamiliar environment.

"This is... a university dormitory?"

The memory was pieced together bit by bit like fragments, and Jiang Xiaorou finally realized something.

It's a dream again...

Jiang Xiaorou sat on the bed with her knees in her arms, buried her head deeply, and burst into tears like catharsis.

In reality, I am afraid that my family will be worried, so I always have to cry alone cautiously. Only in my dream can I release everything so unscrupulously.

After a long time, Jiang Xiaorou sobbed and wiped away her tears, got up from the bed, took out her clothes, put them on, and crawled down.

In the past, when she dreamed about that guy, she would realize that she was dreaming, and then she would wake up soon. This time, she also realized it but didn't wake up, so let's say goodbye to that guy.

hope in time...

Jiang Xiaorou stood at the school gate to identify the direction, and started running towards Chu He's house.

That guy doesn't know what he's doing now, maybe it's live broadcasting at home?
Bang!
"How do you see the road?"

An old man picked up the car from the ground, cursing and trying to teach the girl who suddenly appeared from the intersection, seeing her lying on the ground motionless, her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally got on his battery car and hurried away .

Jiang Xiaorou lay on the ground staring blankly at the blood on her knees, her expression a little dazed.

This familiar pain is exactly the same as when he pushed it out, but how can you feel the pain in your dreams?

She touched the blood oozing from her knee, and the sting was so real.

Which one is the dream?

Sitting on the ground, Jiang Xiaorou raised her head and looked around in a daze, then lowered her head again, stretched out her fingers and pinched the wound forcefully.

Blood dripped down her knees to the ground, and the severe pain in the wound made her frown.

It's not like a dream...

The girl in a small floral dress was covered in dust, sitting on the ground, looking at the blood on her legs, and laughing foolishly.

Pedestrians frowned and walked around this place, and the enthusiastic people who wanted to help them also stopped and stood there looking at the girl who behaved strangely.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

She smiled and laughed, tears flowed again, she sat on the ground and looked up at the sky, and said thank you in a hoarse voice, and she didn't know who she was thanking.

Getting up and patting the dust off her body, Jiang Xiaorou didn't treat the wound, and stopped a taxi at the intersection and sat in it.

"Go to the hospital?" The driver asked uncertainly when he saw the blood on her wrist.

"No, go to Haidian Road."

You still have to see him to confirm it before you can rest assured.

At the Haidian intersection, Jiang Xiaorou touched her body and froze immediately, "I..."

"No money?" The driver uncle saw that she had no place to put money.

"Can you write down your mobile phone number, and I will give you the money when I go back to school."

The driver sighed and waved his hands, "No need, go and treat the wound quickly."

The little girl was crying so hard that her voice was hoarse, and there were still tears on her face, and she didn't know what happened to her.

"Thank you." Jiang Xiaorou gave him a serious look, bowed her head in thanks, then got out of the car and ran towards that house.

(End of this chapter)