Chapter 9 Let loneliness surge into an ocean 04
"Xiao Weiyang, long time no see."
When I heard these words, I was obviously surprised.
There is only one person in this world who would call me that.
I turned around and saw July, wearing a maroon woolen coat and black Martin boots, smiling at me. Her belly was slightly bulging, and it was obvious that she was pregnant. A black Santara was parked behind her, and a middle-aged man with a mustache, who looked honest and simple, was smiling at her.
"Long time no see." I was still holding a half-eaten piece of bread in my hand. When I saw her, I didn't know what to do with my hands and feet.
Her sudden appearance left me a little overwhelmed.
"Adi, help me take the things out of the car." She suddenly said to the man in the car.
"Okay, baby." The man named Adi got out of the car happily, opened the trunk, bent down to pick up things, and I saw him take down five or six big bags.
He came over with his bag, and Qiyue took his arm and introduced me to him with a smile as gentle as the breeze: "Weiyang, this is the girl I always mentioned to you, my good sister."
Then, she said to me, "Chen Mingdi, my husband."
"Hello." I smiled at him.
"You are more beautiful in person than in the photos." Adi praised me.
"Oh, you actually praised another woman's beauty in front of me. I will be jealous." Qi Yue smiled coquettishly and pounced on him to slap him.
"My dear, you are the most beautiful in the universe, and this little beauty is the most beautiful on earth. Please give others some room to live ." Adi stroked her head and smiled embarrassedly.
"Hateful!" July smiled.
I looked at them, stunned.
"Honey, please help me send it to him. That's the big brother I told you about, the one who saved my life." July pointed at the homeless man and said to Adi.
"Yes, my lord." Adi ran over, took out clothes and food from the bag, and patiently explained to the homeless man what to eat and what to wear.
I looked at July's rosy face and plump body and asked, "How are you doing?"
"It's pretty good." She said with a half-smile.
"Are you pregnant?" I asked knowingly, looking at her belly.
"Well, we got married in October last year, and got pregnant at the end of the year. I'm more than four months pregnant." She stroked her belly, her face showing the serenity and tranquility of a mother.
"That's great. Congratulations on becoming an aunt." I said lightly, speaking joyfully. My eyes swept over her left arm and I avoided her gaze for a while.
"Much better now. Adi accompanies me to the hospital for rehabilitation every week, and insists on not letting my muscles completely die. After hard work, I can move now, but I still can't lift heavy objects." July noticed my gaze and raised his left hand towards me, pretending to grab my chest.
It turns out that her hand has recovered to this extent.
My eyes suddenly filled with tears.
How wonderful it is, my kind July, to have happiness all by herself.
July and I sat in the cafe for the whole afternoon. Adi was a great chef and cooked a large table of food at July's house, just waiting for us to come back and eat.
Zhuang Nan is a little famous in Hangzhou, and a master has already started to teach him. It is hard to see him in July, and I believe he will be a rising star in the painting art world in the future.
We went to see Sister Hong. She was wearing a brand new white cheongsam with a fiery red phoenix embroidered on it. She was drinking beer, very heavily.
Seeing Qiyue coming in, she came over and pulled her angrily: "Oh, Qier finally came back and brought a ball with her. She is much more capable than me." After saying that, she gently poked Qiyue's belly and smiled coquettishly.
"Are you heartbroken? Or divorced? If you're sad, just drink beer, but don't make my baby drunk." July joked with Sister Hong.
"Divorce, that stinky man found a young girl, I kicked him out." Sister Hong didn't look sad. She put a beer bottle on the bar and said drunkenly to Qiyue's belly, "Little guy, when you come out, Aunt Hong will teach you how to drink, but you can't be a little bastard."
"Hmph, don't teach my baby bad things." July turned to me and smiled, "Learn from your Aunt August, not your Aunt Hong, who is a thousand-year-old goblin."
I couldn't help laughing as I watched them bicker like children.
Sister Hong looked at me and sighed, "You are getting more and more beautiful. I, Ah Hong, am becoming a daylily."
"You have always been beautiful, I can't compare to you." I said sincerely.
"Look, calling me you, isn't that just saying I'm old?" Sister Hong shook her head unhappily.
She was really a little drunk. Usually Sister Hong was generous and elegant, but she was not as innocent as a young girl. Love makes people old; love also makes people like children.
Qiyue insisted that Hongjie taste Adi's cooking, so the three of us went to Qiyue's house for dinner. At the dinner table, Qiyue boasted that she had found a good husband, and Hongjie said that she was mean, provoking her that she was alone and no one loved her.
I listened to them quarreling and fighting, and my heart was as calm as a snowy night in December.
After dinner, Adi sent Hongjie and I home. Seeing Adi's meticulous care for Qiyue, I smiled.
It was not until this moment that I realized that the happiest thing in this world is ordinary life.
But, I will never have such happiness in my life.
The next day, July asked me to take her to Fang Xuyu's grave.
It turned out that she had known about Fang Xuyu for a long time.
I almost forgot, she liked him, oh no, she liked him.
She was dressed in black, the hem of her dress fluttering in the wind. She stood in front of the tomb with red and swollen eyes, without shedding tears or speaking.
After standing there quietly for more than ten minutes, Adi came forward with a blanket and draped it over her shoulders. I saw July's expressionless face, but she smiled gently when she saw Adi.
She said "Let's go", then took Adi's hand and went back the way they came. Adi frowned and touched her hand, saying why it was cold, and kept covering and rubbing it.
The smile on July’s face was like a pure white camellia. In the end, she chose to return to a normal life and blend into the secular world.
At this moment, I had a deeper understanding of love than ever before.
Love is not about hurting or possessing, but about companionship.
A lonely soul accompanies another lonely soul, and then they grow old together.
I stood in front of Fang Xuyou's tomb, looking at the young face on the tombstone. That face was so far away. Those years that could not be passed, at this moment, returned to a handful of yellow earth, clean and clear.
I squatted down and placed a bunch of hyacinths in my arms in front of the tombstone. The wind blew up the fallen blue petals on the ground, making a mess.
——Do you know the language of hyacinth flowers?
——I know, it will be an eternal remembrance.
——Fang Weiyang, marry me.
If you say it again, my answer will be: I will marry you.
——You can promise Zhuang Qiyue, why can’t you promise me?
If you ask me again, my answer will be: Okay, I promise you.
His smile on the tombstone has never changed. I turned around, turned my back to him, and slowly walked away.
My shoes crushed the petals all over the ground and I slowly left without stopping.
The door of memory slowly closes behind me, heavy and sad.
All the sounds around disappeared. The person on the tombstone, with familiar features, familiar outline, familiar breath, overlapping images of the past and memories, disappeared into the time tunnel from which there would be no return.
What is love? Love is your eternity, love is my loneliness.
But in the face of my unrecognizable youth, my loneliness surged like an ocean.
I was addicted to it and couldn't sleep.
