i was my mistake

Coupled with the instability of the power grid, power outages often occur, and the elimination speed of these things has become so slow.

Wan Qing turned her head and glanced at Ye Chen who had already laid back on the bed: "Are you going to sleep?"

"Don't sleep, my hair is not dry yet."

When I came this time, I didn't actually think about staying overnight. Fortunately, Wan Qing brought a change of underwear just in case, but obviously it was impossible to bring a hair dryer.

Fortunately, this is spring, not winter, otherwise such long hair, I really don't know how long it will take to dry.

"Then I turn off the light first?" Wan Qing didn't wait for Ye Chen to answer, she pulled down the drawstring, her father said goodbye downstairs, and then closed the door with a creak.

"Go to bed early!" My father shouted to the two upstairs.

"I see—" Ye Chen replied.

Wan Qing didn't speak, just sat in front of the wooden table.

The kerosene lamp was still on, giving off its faint glow.

"Wan Qing." In the dark, people's thoughts will always diverge, and people will always say something bolder, "Have you ever had a girlfriend before?"

"Girlfriend, no."

"Have you never dated any of them?"

"No, I'm not interested in women."

Ye Chen knew that she was being stubborn, so he just rolled his eyes, but didn't refute her.

"If you want to say that there is, it is true." Wan Qing lay down on the wooden table, staring at the flame swaying in the breeze without blinking her eyes.

Even though it was just a small flame, its light filled the entire kerosene lamp.

"Oh? Really?" Ye Chen sat leaning against the wooden wall and asked curiously, "What do you mean by 'sort of'?"

"That's because it's different from what ordinary people understand."

"So what happened?"

"I want to hear you."

"Want to hear!"

"I'll talk to you later." Wan Qing chuckled.

Although this is the second floor, it is only a small wooden house after all, and the stairs that go up have not yet been installed with doors, so the words spoken upstairs can be completely transmitted to the ears of my father.

"Why, are you still afraid that Dad will hear?"

"I'm too lazy to say no now."

"Ah... But I'm curious, what is it like?"

"Quite cute."

"It's cute?" Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, and then realized that she was talking about a person, not that thing, "Really? How cute?"

"...It's kind of cute."

"Be sure to tell me next time, why is it 'counted' and not counted."

"Next time." Wan Qing replied perfunctorily, stroked her still damp hair, and simply held her cheeks in front of the kerosene lamp and stared blankly.

What she was thinking of was naturally the only memory in her life that was barely considered love.

Perhaps that is not love, but a tenderness of mutual dependence.

When the wind and snow stopped, the two people who had never met before would naturally separate.

That was the first time I felt that life had changed for the better, and it was a painful thing.

"Huh..." When Wan Qing came back to her senses, Ye Chen had already fallen asleep, and the lights downstairs were turned off. She turned the knob to turn off the kerosene lamp, walked slowly to the small bed, and opened the door. The bedding was squeezed in.

The bed was very warm, she unceremoniously pushed Ye Chen aside, and took up the hot place just now.

"Ugh..." Ye Chen complained vaguely in his sleep, "Why...it's so cold beside..."

"You warm it up again."

"Annoying you..."

"Hey, your tone is quite cute now."

"Cute...do you love..."

"do not love."

"...Hmph." Ye Chen didn't open his eyes, but turned sideways, facing her with his back.

Wan Qing also leaned sideways, pressed her back against Ye Chen's back, took a deep breath of the mountain air that was still somewhat cold even in spring, and slowly closed her eyes.

Those fragmented memories, glued together by the glue called dreams, turned into a long movie.

"You...you are..."

"Yes……"

"You actually..."

"Do you hate me?"

"……No."

"Do you want me to leave?"

"No, at least, during these days, stay by my side."

"Ah."

"……I gotta go."

"have they gone."

"I'm leaving... because I'm really in love with someone."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

"You have to take care of yourself alone."

"I'm ok."

"I am leaving."

"Go."

"Should we keep in touch in the future?"

"Will do."

……

46. ​​It rained when I went back

Although the residence of the apartment is in the bustling area of ​​the city, it is very convenient to do many things.

But—it was unavoidably noisy there.

Because it is an apartment facing the street, the sounds from the street can be heard even on the eighth floor. In addition, the sound insulation is not very good. After the night is quiet, you can always hear some inexplicable sounds from other rooms.

Occasionally, I could hear a deliberately suppressed low panting.

But here it is different.

This is far away from the city and almost completely integrated into the nature in the mountains. If you don’t stay here for one night, it’s really hard to imagine how noisy the apartment you usually live in is.

Ye Chen opened his eyes slightly, and felt that his body didn't feel heavy and tired—the wooden bed he was obviously lying on was hard, and it couldn't be compared with the Simmons bed in the apartment.

"Hmm." She sat up with a grunt, feeling refreshed as if she had slept for twelve hours, but looking at the sky, it was dark and gloomy, as if it had just dawned.

She stepped on the creaking floor to the window and looked out.

It didn't rain in Qingming yesterday, but today it started to rain.

"Are you awake?" My father's voice came from downstairs, maybe he noticed the movement upstairs.

"Just got up—"

"Are you both up?"

"Qing'er isn't there yet!" Ye Chen replied loudly.

"Okay, let's go to the bathroom yesterday to wash up, we are getting ready to go."

"Okay!" Ye Chen turned around and pushed Wan Qing who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, "Wan Qing, let's go, let's go, I have to catch the train!"

"Hmm? Hmm..." Wan Qing struggled to open her eyes a little, and closed them again after a few seconds.

The sound of my father opening the door came from downstairs, and the sound of the rain outside the window became much louder, accompanied by the whistling wind.

"Bang!" The wooden door was slammed shut, and the noisy sound of rain and wind was immediately isolated, making people inexplicably full of a sense of security.

"Wanqing? Wanqing, Qing'er! Wake up, when did you sleep yesterday?" Ye Chen shook her body helplessly, "Hello, hello? Hey!!"

"Ha...huh..." Wan Qing opened her mouth slightly, exhaling hot breath from inside, "Go... I wish you... happiness..."

"What are you doing?" Ye Chen was puzzled.

A few minutes later, Wan Qing, who fell asleep again just now, forcefully opened her eyes and got up from the bed with some difficulty.

"Ah...a headache."

"I slept so refreshed, why do you have a headache?"

"Little kid is not thinking, of course it is different from adults."

Ye Chen rolled her eyes and didn't refute, because she knew that most of the time, she couldn't refute her at all - she clearly knew that those things were just her arguing.

"Let's go, I'm going to wash up, and then I'm leaving."

"Tsk, it's raining."

"Yeah, if I knew it was back yesterday, at least it didn't rain."

"However, Ching Ming Festival...is it more interesting to have some rain?" Wan Qing chuckled, put on her outer pants, and stuffed her feet into her canvas shoes.

It's spring now, even if it's raining spring, it's not too cold. I only wear a short sleeve when I go to sleep, and I only need to put on a coat when I get up. It's much easier than getting up in winter up.

"Do you have an umbrella?"

"Umbrella? No..." Ye Chen was at a loss.

"This cabin is not connected to anything, it's going to rain when you go out."

"Ah, it seems to be."

"How did dad get out?"

"I don't know, he seems to open the door and go out directly."

Wan Qing glanced at her, went downstairs and opened the door, and took a look outside.

It was not raining heavily, and walking a few steps in the rain did not get my hair and clothes wet.

"Okay, let's go, go wash up."

"No more umbrellas?"

"forget it."

Wan Qing rubbed her somewhat messy hair: "People don't have umbrellas all the time in this world."

……

When going down the mountain, the muddy mountain road is really not very easy to walk.

Along the way, the three people's shoes were already covered with mud, but after that, they had to continue to take the bus and then change to a minibus to reach the train station.

This is because there are a few more cars now, and it was even more troublesome before.

The green leather train from city L to city H is rarely sold out.

So when the three of them arrived at the station, they easily bought the train tickets for this train at the ticket window.

——It was at noon.