During the Snowstorm

Before dawn on Wednesday, they were back in New York, Wu Wei's apartment.

In the darkness, she pushed open the door of the apartment that was once familiar, but now feels a little strange, and whispered to Lin Yiyang, "They are still sleeping."

She took Lin Yiyang's hand and walked through the living room. The two touched the room where Yin Guo used to live, pushed open the door, and almost kicked over the suitcase that was stored here. This time, Lin Yiyang heard her slamming into the box and picked her up by the waist, kicked the box away with his feet, and the box slid to the other corner of the wall with a thud.

The two looked at each other.

"It's a little loud," she said softly.

Lin Yiyang let her fall to the floor. The soundproofing of this apartment is not bad, so he is not worried.

The two of them worked separately, packing up their things, and cleaning themselves by the way. Around nine o'clock, the other two people in the room also woke up.

As parting approached, Yin Guo and Lin Yiyang were idle and seemed to have nothing to do.

It turns out that the important people are like this before they leave. It's normal, very normal, there is no extra to say, and it's not like in the past when there was no WeChat, but there was still a word or two. can be contacted at any time.

There is no extra thing to do, and I don't want to do anything, I just want to stay in a space.

It was just that my heart was in a panic, and as time passed, the image of my heart turned into an hourglass, and it was a little empty.

Lin Yiyang had nothing to do, so he took a rag, wiped the table, and cleaned up the kitchen.

"Do you have any dirty clothes here?" she said at the bar. "How about we go to the laundry?"

"Go for what?"

"Laundry," she said, "and want to see there. I'm leaving."

The laundry room on the first floor of an old apartment building is not special to others. The city is full of them, but there is the place where Lin Yiyang said he wanted to chase her for the first time. She still remembered that the blue plastic long table in the middle, two people on each side, took up a corner, and they were communicating on the mobile phone, as if it was the middle of the night last night.

Lin Yiyang patted her head and said, "I'll go back later."

I don't want to get like the last parting.

As a result, Wu Wei came back after a long circle outside, and found that the two were still in the living room, and they didn't go anywhere, and they didn't enter the room to make out. Got a fight before leaving?

Lin Yiyang was too lazy to pay attention to him, looked at his watch, went into the room and took the box: "Let's go."

Wu Wei watched the two of them leave the apartment. After thinking about it for a while, it probably felt like he had to leave the house on the day he went to study abroad. He wanted to have a few words with his parents. There was nothing to say. It looked the same as every day. On the surface, there is no difference, just sitting on the chair beside the dining table and waiting for every minute to pass, waiting to go out according to the calculated time, waiting to put the suitcase out of the house, get into the car, and then start with hindsight. uncomfortable. The pain of leaving home.

He doesn't have a girlfriend, so he can only understand the peace between Lin Yiyang and Yin Guo.

And Yin Guo, who went downstairs, was already sad when he passed the laundry room.

"You asked me to take a picture," she said.

Lin Yiyang stopped for a while.

Yin Guo had already taken out her mobile phone, went into the laundry room to take a few pictures, and hurriedly came out: "Okay, let's go."

Knowing that the car was waiting outside, she was in a hurry to take pictures, out of focus. She got in the car and flipped through it again. Two of them were blurred, and only the remaining two could be viewed.

Lin Yiyang looked at her staring at the phone and said, "When I send you back, I'll take a photo and pass it on."

She said "um" and rubbed her eyes, pretending to be fine, but in fact tears almost fell out.

On the road, there is nothing to say.

Arriving at the airport, Lin Yiyang saw that her suitcase had been smashed, afraid that it would fall apart on the road when she checked it home, so she found a staff member at the airport and wrapped a thick layer of plastic wrapping around the suitcase.

When paying the money, Yin Guo wanted to rush to pay with him, but he didn't get it.

The two checked luggage.

"Wait, let's see if there is any problem." He was talking about the suitcase. He was afraid that there would be a problem with the security check.

In fact, there is also selfishness. I wait outside and watch more, and I can stand with her for a while.

"That's a problem, the money just packaged is wasted."

"Probably not, I checked your box before leaving the house," he said.

It's not someone's home, not hers, not his, it's a habitual way of saying it's where they temporarily lived. But Yin Guo really had the sadness of "leaving home", and she obviously wanted to go home.

"It's almost there, let's go," he said suddenly.

Yin Guo shook his head: "Wait a minute."

She looked up at him, Lin Yiyang lowered his eyes, and looked at her, and after ten seconds, he took the initiative to hug her, wanting to say that if there were no accidents, he would be able to go back almost this time next year. But the words are stuck in the throat, and there is no way to say it. You can only say it if you really do it, or you are writing a bad check.

Things have not yet begun, and the future is unpredictable.

"Do you regret it?" He stroked the hair on top of her head with his chin, "Did you find someone who wanted to go somewhere else in the first place?"

"Well," she buried her head on his chest, "regret, you should go back to China and chase me again."

He laughed.

Without your presence, who knows if I will go back.

"Then we've been chatting? Until I go back to China?" He continued down.

"Ok."

"I'm not afraid that I'm an emotional liar? Don't you break it after a year of talking?"

Yin Guo's eyes were wet for some reason, and tears fell down. Lin Yiyang first wiped her with the palm of his hand, and then wiped her face with the back of his hand: "Don't cry." He advised her.

People cry in joy, and the more they persuade, the more sad they become.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, he took out a pack of wet tissues from his pocket and stuffed it into her hand: "Use it on the road, not enough on the plane."

...

Yin Guo still had tears in her eyes, and she was amused by him.

Lin Yiyang finally waited for her tears to disappear, and sent her to the security check until she could no longer be seen. He counted the time outside, calculated that she was almost out of the customs, and sent her a WeChat message.

Lin: Safe journey.

RedFish: Delete notes. Delete my note name.

Lin Yiyang smiled and deleted the remarks.

I found out that her WeChat name has been changed - Lin Li Guo.

Fruit of the Forest: Will a four-character WeChat name be too long?

He looked at the newly changed name and was silent for a while.

Lin: No.

Lin Liguo: That's right, it's displayed on the top of the dialog anyway.

Lin: Yes.

Fruit in the forest: I'm really gone.

Lin: Good.

Fruit in the forest: Send me another, that, coffee.

***

Yin Guo had just passed the security check, and the shoelaces were scattered on both sides of the sneakers before they had time to re-tie them. She slung her backpack over one shoulder, looked at WeChat, and waited. It's been a long time, and it still hasn't been posted.

Bad signal? She thinks that she is full, and he should have a good signal when he is outside.

Beside Yin Guo, there were people coming out of the security check all the time, some people put on their hats again, some people were zipping the bags and carrying them again. She bent over, clutched her phone, and fastened one of her shoelaces, when suddenly a reminder sounded.

Lin: [coffee]

An expression like a door was suddenly pushed open.

She remembered that the first time she saw the speechless expression of this expression, she thought he was annoying, and sent herself...

She clasped her hands and looked at it for a long time, then lowered her head, and went to tie the other shoelace, but the butterfly buckle failed to form after several times, and finally squatted in the corner, hugging her knees, and burying her lower face in her arms. Look at the ground.

The ground in front of him was suddenly far and near, covered with a layer of water.

***

Lin Yiyang took the bus to the subway and returned to the apartment.

On the subway, someone improvised drumming in the carriage. Usually, he was in the mood to appreciate it for a while. Today, he was inexplicably restless. Every drum beat felt like a beat in his heart, and his nerves jumped.

He was counting the time and had nothing to do. He took the watch off his left hand, put it on his right hand, took it off again, and stuffed it directly into the pocket of his jeans.

When I waited for the next station to enter the station, I received a late WeChat message when the short signal was sent and received.

Fruit in the forest: [happy]

At first glance, it was her plane that took off and was set to flight mode.

Still a little girl with a very detailed romance about love, let's say goodbye with this.

Lin Yiyang thought of the two of them in the car in Hawaii, of the girl's unique soft breathing... He thought of her feet covered in fine gravel walking around him, of her sitting in a subway car with only two of them, talking to him. Said: My name is Yin Guo.

Uneasy, he simply turned off the phone.

When he entered the apartment building, he passed the laundry room and thought about taking a picture of Yin Guo. As a result, no one went in, and one person came out first, Jiang Yang, who was waiting here. There was no one in the apartment, and he sat here for over an hour just to wait for Lin Yiyang.

"Why is it turned off?" Jiang Yang asked.

"out of battery."

"I'm leaving soon, and I'm afraid I won't see you," Jiang Yang, like Meng Xiaodong's group, had to rush to the Irish Open, which is also today's plane. "I finally caught up."

Lin Yiyang looked outside: "Do you want to call a taxi for you? Going to the airport?"

"No, it's booked."

Lin Yiyang saw Jiang Yang's delay in talking about business, waiting, guessing that he was looking at his own mood, guessing whether he wanted to say it.

"I just finished delivering Yin Guo, and I'm in a bad mood," Lin Yiyang said bluntly, "It's not about your opinion, you can just say something."

Jiang Yang took out a sticky note from his pocket, with a phone number written on it, to see if the area code was in China or his home city: "This is the teacher's phone number, from home."

Unfamiliar numbers, can contact a familiar person.

"I'm leaving, only to find out that I don't have your WeChat account," Jiang Yang stuffed him with a sticky note, "I borrowed a piece of paper from others and copied it to you. The teacher hasn't contacted anyone for all these years... and his health is not very good. , you are free to make a call."

Lin Yiyang felt the texture of paper in his palm, but he didn't say anything.

"Contact more when you have time," Jiang Yang put his hand on his shoulder, patted it, paused for a while and repeated, "Contact more."

Jiang Yang dragged his suitcase and club box, along the narrow aisle, pushed open the door of the apartment, and gradually descended the stairs, disappearing.

In the laundry room, there was a little boy folding clothes, each of which was folded into squares, and finally looked carefully at the **** that were rising from the top, and pulled them down one by one. It looked like a lady's clothes, which should belong to his mother. Lin Yiyang leaned against the door frame and watched, this most common picture of a laundry room seemed to suddenly return to the original world.

No one ever showed up.

Whether it's her brother or her.

Outside the window is the street scene, chaotic houses, each of which is irrelevant and dissimilar. Like everyone in this immigrant city, they may come from different and belong to their respective hometowns. including yourself.

Wanderlust is an opium-like emotion that can be addictive but easy to get.

A sense of belonging is a veritable luxury in emotion, and it can be given to too few people. I remember a friend who I didn’t know very well once said that he felt like he became an orphan when his parents passed away, without a home. Only those who experience it will understand.

A girl came here from the other side of the ocean, from her hometown at the end of January, and left today. When she left, she called herself "fruit in the forest". This is what he chased after him, what he insisted on owning, and the girl he would hug first knowing that the road ahead was unknown.

Lin Yiyang folded the label paper in his hand, and then folded it again.

He took out his wallet and tucked the note into the top compartment of the wallet.

It's been a long winter, it's time to wake up.