Chapter 2 (1/2)

Finish your meal.

Washed the dishes.

Clean up the kitchen.

Tang Qing is carrying two bottles of iced beer.

With a folding recliner, I came to the top of the rental house.

This building has 16 floors in total. They live on the top floor. It's very close, and few people come to the roof at night. It's very quiet, except for the whistle from afar.

Wang Qiang is talking to his wife.

I just found out about my pregnancy this month.

Baby can't.

Last week.

When Tang Qing received the news that Wang Yan was going to get married, she thought she could accept it calmly today, but it was obvious that when it happened, she could not cheat her heart.

Although he wanted to wish her happiness,

but he found that there was still a gloom in his heart that could not be dissipated for a long time, was he unwilling? Hate to part with or use? Or not? Or... This, perhaps is life!

Tang Qing consoled himself.

Although he knew it was all ghost talk.

How can a man deceive his heart.

Lie on the couch.

Look at the lights of the surrounding buildings.

As well as the far away city that has a little red sky, Tang Qing feels strange and far away. He feels that this city has nothing to do with him. Even Tang Qing feels like he wants to go back in the wind.

Think about this.

Tang Qing thought it was funny.

The common people who fart a little bit want to be immortal?

In the evening, it's almost the same to mend immortals.

He shook his head as hard as he could, dispelling the idea of ”brain damage”.

Take out the lighter.

Lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. He has been quitting smoking for five years. He took it from Wang Qiang and felt a strong burning sensation spread to his lungs.

”Cough, cough...”

He hasn't smoked for a long time.

But after all, I have been smoking for several years. After a few puffs, my body will get used to it.

His thoughts travel through time and space.

After graduating from junior high school.

Tang qingben thought that life would be more brilliant and beautiful.

However.

A car accident shattered his dream.

It was June 2005.

After the college entrance examination, he and Lin Jiaxue returned to their hometown.

After a night at Tang Qing's house.

Because Lin Jiaxue's grandmother lived a long life the next day, Tang Fu and Tang Mu decided to close the shop and have a rest for two days. However, an old and overloaded truck suddenly went out of control and hit their bus when it turned the corner.

The seats of village buses are all casual.

Where there is a seat.

Sitting in front of the parents and Lin Jiaxue died on the spot, while in the back of Tang Qing just a little concussion and a little fracture skin trauma.

For a moment.

I lost my most important people.

Unable to stand the blow, he fainted on the spot.

It was the next day when I woke up.

The next two days.

No one calls.

Just looking at the ceiling. It wasn't until the fourth day that he returned to his normal state and went out of the hospital, as if he had grown up suddenly and felt that he wanted to live a good life. Live for the dead.

Later.

With the help of his uncle and Lin's father, Lin's mother, and his parents' shop, he lived in the village until the University began, and then went to his uncle to get the notice to report.

Of course.

The driver and the passenger transport company ended up with some money.

But he didn't move a cent of the money. He kept it in the bank. He felt ashamed to spend a cent of it.

That's it.

A puff of smoke.

A sip of wine.

Tang Qing recalled his first half of life little by little.

The joy of childhood, the ignorance of middle school, the decadence of University, the unhappiness of work, the expectation of parents, the regret of the past flashed in my mind like a movie.

Once naive and green.

Let now think of the corner of his mouth from time to time slightly up, sometimes can't help laughing out, but slowly, he has tears.

The car accident.

Inevitably in memory.

Once a childhood sweetheart, once a happy family, once full of hope, once a hook hanging for 100 years. They have all turned into clouds and smoke, floating like wind and dust...

Heartache.

There are not many people who have really experienced this feeling.

But that kind of unforgettable, that kind of heart like a knife, that kind of regret at the beginning, but hurt people deeply.

At this point.

Tang Qing can't tell whether he is crying or laughing.

These memories.

It's all about him.

It is also his most precious wealth.

”If only I could go back to the past!”

Tang Qing, already a bit confused, looked at the stars all over the sky and murmured.

That's it.

Tang Qing fell asleep slowly. What he didn't notice was that there was a crack in the space in front of him. Only a few people in the whole city felt that moment's slow thinking.