The person I loved most 3
Perhaps still in the midst of a conflict, Zhong Han did not react much to Zhang Weiyao's departure. In the early morning, he got up, ate alone, washed clothes alone, and then went to bed alone.
Before going to bed, he picked up the piece of paper Zhang Weiyao had prepared for him, and felt inexplicably melancholy. After Zhang Weiyao left, the house suddenly became deserted.
No, it seemed that not only the home was lonely, but also some part of my heart was lonely.
Zhong Han sighed and curled up back in bed.
The day after Zhang Weiyao left, he got up early, changed into a clean suit, shaved off his stubble, and tidied himself up, just like when he went to see Zhang Weiyao.
It only took him three days to find a job that was just as good as his previous one. He then realized that if he worked hard with a positive attitude towards something, it was not as difficult as he had imagined.
After confirming the job, he started calling Zhang Weiyao again.
But he called for a month and couldn't get through. At that time, he thought to himself that Zhang Weiyao was so decisive, so he stopped calling when he couldn't get through.
The time shuttle travels from the north to the south, where it is already late spring and early summer.
It has been three months since I broke up with Zhong Han.
Zhang Weiyao's life became more boring without someone to take care of. So she went to her father's company to learn how to do business. She was actually very smart and could succeed in anything she wanted to do.
The only thing she forgot about was Zhong Han. She always failed again and again.
Six months after breaking up with Zhong Han, Zhang Weiyao removed his phone number from the blacklist. She thought he might call her, and even thought she might accidentally touch the phone screen and call Zhong Han.
However, neither this "possibility" nor "accidental" happened.
Zhang Weiyao continued to live her life alone, dull and without any taste.
Because of the emotional trauma she had experienced before, her parents no longer allowed her to date freely. To them, only men who had passed their own test would be safe to stay with their daughter.
So, Zhang Weiyao started an endless blind date.
Her mother often whispered in her ear: "Yaoyao, mom and dad have lived more than half of their lives, so their vision cannot be wrong."
Since she broke up with Zhong Han, Zhang Weiyao has been living a day-to-day life. No one or anything in her life can stir up waves in her heart. Her parents arranged blind dates for her, and she nodded perfunctorily, and never refused.
She often looked at the "gentlemen" sitting opposite her in the exquisite and romantic little shop, smiled and asked them: "Do you have a good first impression of me?"
Gentlemen will answer: "Very good, Miss Zhang, you are more beautiful than in the photo."
Zhang Weiyao then smiled even more deeply, with a sudden surge of sadness in her smile. She also asked Zhong Han: "Am I beautiful?"
Zhong Han nodded: "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful."
"So you're with me because of my beauty?"
Zhong Han stretched out his index finger and gently poked her forehead: "Because of your personality."
Zhang Weiyao wanted to cry. He liked her because of her personality, and broke up with her because of her personality. In this case, it would be better to just like her appearance, because she had plenty of time and energy to maintain this appearance, but personality was something that made people tired too easily.
Zhang Weiyao thought about it and continued to ask the man in front of her: "If we were to date, what kind of relationship would you have with me?"
Those men thought it was a test from the girls. They thought, the girl in front of them is pretty and rich, if they continue to talk to her, there might be hope for them to be together. Aren't all girls nowadays the same? They like all kinds of romance and all kinds of famous brands.
So they all answered: "I will accompany you in everything you want to do, and I will buy you everything you want."
Such "sweet words" couldn't move Zhang Weiyao at all.
Zhang Weiyao asked back: "If we were together, would you take me to travel all over the country with only a few thousand yuan? If there is no place to sleep, we can lie on the grass together and look at the stars. If there is nothing to eat, we can go to the villagers to buy some biscuits and go to the fruit farmers to buy some fruits. If it rains heavily, we can hide in the cave and burn a pile of dry branches to keep warm. Are you willing to take me to explore the world like this?"
When the boys heard Zhang Weiyao ask this, they were all dumbfounded. Most of them were second-generation rich, used to a luxurious life, and when they were suddenly asked this question, they all failed to react for a while. When they reacted, the light in their eyes when they first saw Zhang Weiyao had gradually extinguished.
Is there something wrong with this woman? Why should she suffer when she can live a good life? They thought so in their hearts.
Zhang Weiyao looked at their changed expressions and knew that there was no future for them. In this world, not everyone can be like Zhong Han.
Later on, her mother couldn’t find any blind date to introduce to Zhang Weiyao because people outside were saying that Zhang Weiyao was a very strange person.
Facing these rumors, Zhang Weiyao just laughed them off. At this moment, everyone was drunk but she was sober. Zhang Weiyao still missed Zhong Han.
Nineteen together.
Living together at the age of 21.
We broke up at the age of twenty-three.
Then she thought about him and thought about when she was twenty-five.
She thought she would never meet someone like Zhong Han again.
On her 25th birthday, the entire company celebrated for Zhang Weiyao, including a boy who had just come to the company for an internship. That day was also the boy's 23rd birthday. Everyone left work, and Zhang Weiyao also walked out of the office. Only the boy was still sitting in his seat, carefully and enjoyably eating the piece of cake that had just been given to him.
Seeing Zhang Weiyao coming out, the boy stood up in a hurry and greeted her respectfully, "Sister Yaoyao." It was the first time Zhang Weiyao saw a boy who liked sweets so much. She smiled at him and said, "Is that enough? I have another piece that I just put in the refrigerator."
The boy scratched his head sheepishly: "That's enough."
Zhang Weiyao looked at the cake on the boy's desk that had been licked of cream and said, "It's time to get off work. Let's go together."
The boy nodded, quickly put on his backpack, picked up the cake and ate it while walking.
Zhang Weiyao gave the boy a ride, and while chatting in the car, Zhang Weiyao learned that today was also the boy's birthday. When the company first showed him the surprise, the boy thought it was prepared for him for a moment.
That was the boy’s first birthday outside of school and spent alone.
When the car stopped, Zhang Weiyao watched the boy get off the car, then suddenly called him, "Happy birthday." She tried hard to recall the intern's name, "Anjiu."
She remembered that his name was Fang Anjiu.
An Jiu turned his head and looked at Zhang Weiyao. He stood there for a long while, then a smile gradually spread across his face. He nodded heavily: "Yes! Sister Yaoyao, happy birthday!"
Zhang Weiyao smiled and drove away.
Anjiu is an honest and cute boy with delicate looks, soft hair and a gentle personality. He is nice to everyone. Everyone in the department likes to play with him and the sisters like to tease him.
Every time Zhang Weiyao watched them "bullying" Anjiu through the glass wall in the office, she would shake her head helplessly.
An Jiu is really nice to everyone, including Zhang Weiyao. Because he is nice to everyone, no one can tell that An Jiu likes Zhang Weiyao.
His fondness for her may have been established when she wished him a happy birthday.
Then, every time Zhang Weiyao received a package, it was Anjiu who delivered it to her. It was not bags or shoes, clothes or cosmetics, but some books, some retro and literary objects, and some albums of unpopular singers. Anjiu was very curious about what kind of person Zhang Weiyao was, because he had secretly seen her red eyes through the glass wall.
An Jiu didn't know that everything Zhang Weiyao bought and her red eyes were all for another person.
All he could do was run to Zhang Weiyao's office again and again.
"Sister Yaoyao, here are the documents you requested."
"Sister Yaoyao, your coffee."
"Sister Yaoyao, your package."
"Sister Yaoyao..."
"Sister Yaoyao."
He was so full of energy that Zhang Weiyao didn't even notice his attentiveness to her. The document was thoughtfully turned to the page she wanted to read, with a two-color pen clipped on it; she liked to drink freshly brewed bitter coffee, but she always frowned because of the bitterness, so she always added just three small spoons of white sugar to the coffee; sometimes she would forget to take her package when she was busy, so An Jiu would always put the package by the office door and put a sticky note on the door handle to remind her.
An Jiu likes Zhang Weiyao, but his love is so subtle.
When Zhang Weiyao was 25 years old, another girl came to the company and she fell in love with Anjiu at first sight.
When everyone went out for dinner, everyone was trying to match this young couple up.
But they didn't notice the embarrassment on Anjiu's face.
Zhang Weiyao noticed something and called An Jiu out while everyone was having a great time.
There was a sycamore tree outside the door, and under the tree was a bench with peeling paint. Zhang Weiyao looked at An Jiu, who was sitting beside her in a depressed mood, and asked, "Don't you like her?"
Anjiu shook his head.
Zhang Weiyao leaned back in her chair and said slowly, "If you don't like her, tell her clearly as soon as possible so that she won't have any thoughts about her."
An Jiu said: "I have already said it, but she said that it is her freedom to like someone, and my refusal can't stop her."
Zhang Weiyao sighed and said, "Young girls nowadays are so brave."
An Jiu glanced sideways at Zhang Weiyao, then turned his head away silently.
"So what kind of girl do you like? I know a lot of good girls. I can help you match one up with her. That way you can stop her from thinking about you." Zhang Weiyao asked An Jiu in a teasing tone.
An Jiu touched his head and said, "Really...really not necessary."
"Oh?" Zhang Weiyao wanted to tease him, so she slowly leaned over and stared at An Jiu carefully. "Hey, you are rejecting me like this... You don't like men, do you?"
Anjiu frowned slightly.
Zhang Weiyao was surprised and asked, "Really?"
An Jiu looked slightly unhappy, and looked at Zhang Weiyao seriously: "I don't like anyone. The only person who has ever moved my heart..." He took a breath, his eyes sparkling, "It's you."
"What a joke, I'm not a man..." Zhang Weiyao started to retort, but suddenly froze.
If Anjiu didn't say it, she might never notice the sincerity in Anjiu's eyes, and the feelings behind the sincerity. Zhang Weiyao moved, slowly sat up straight, not knowing what to say.
"I know it sounds ridiculous." An Jiu clenched his hands into fists on his knees. "Who are you and who am I? We are not worthy of standing on the same level." This is the deepest humility in An Jiu's heart. Zhang Weiyao is his boss, with a broader vision than himself and earns more money than himself, but he dare not even show a little love for her.
"No... Anjiu, don't think like that." Zhang Weiyao didn't know how to respond to Anjiu's love, but in her heart, she never felt that they were not worthy of standing on the same level.
An Jiu raised his head slightly, looked at the starry sky behind the sycamore leaves, and said, "I am really ordinary, but I have been working hard. But while I am working hard, you are also working hard. I feel that I may never be able to get to you. Sister Yaoyao is the kind of person who shakes a red wine glass in a magnificent hall, and I am just a person who sits in a corner and looks at the starry sky alone. I... How can I be worthy of you?"
No, it's not like that. Zhang Weiyao really wanted to say that.
After she broke up, many people confessed their love to her, but no one made her heart beat. Even if they misunderstood her, she was too lazy to explain. But she wanted to explain An Jiu's misunderstanding of her. She was not someone who shook a red wine glass in a magnificent hall, and she didn't want to be that kind of person.
Knowing that he had said too much, An Jiu slowly stood up and looked at Zhang Weiyao: "You go in quickly, I won't go in, I'll go home first."
"Anjiu." Zhang Weiyao called him.
An Jiu didn't answer. He stood half-sideways in front of Zhang Weiyao under the street light.
"What you just said..."
"Have you forgotten what I just said?" An Jiu interrupted Zhang Weiyao.
Zhang Weiyao shook her head and said, "No, I am very touched and happy by what you just said." An Jiu was stunned for a moment, then looked up at her. Zhang Weiyao lifted the bag that had slipped off her shoulder, and her smile hid her fatigue for the past.
The dim street lights shone lazily on their shoulders, and the surroundings became quiet.
It turns out that Zhang Weiyao once had an unforgettable lover.
After listening to Zhang Weiyao's story, An Jiu finally understood some of the problems that he couldn't figure out. It turned out that there was such a person behind those problems.
"Yaoyao." The little boy looked at the melancholy Zhang Weiyao and suddenly called her so gently. Zhang Weiyao was startled, but Anjiu grabbed her wrist and ran.
"Anjiu, where are you taking me?"
"Don't ask, you'll know when you get there!"
When you get there, you'll know. Zhang Weiyao's sealed feelings gradually came to light. She knew that she didn't have any romantic feelings for An Jiu at the moment, but the long-lost feeling he could give her was real.
That night, the boy took Zhang Weiyao over a wall and sneaked into a park that was only open during the day. Then, he took her to a clear pond, chasing each other on the reflections of stars.
That night, Zhang Weiyao smiled happily - from the bottom of her heart.
After that night, Zhang Weiyao and An Jiu resumed their relationship as superior and subordinate. An Jiu still treated Zhang Weiyao as usual, but Zhang Weiyao could not treat An Jiu as before.
After all, she knew that Anjiu liked her, and she didn't have any aversion to him.
In the autumn of the same year, a layer of leaves had fallen under the sycamore tree where they had stayed.
An Jiu handed the documents to Zhang Weiyao as usual, and was about to leave when Zhang Weiyao stopped him. Zhang Weiyao asked, "I saw you said in your WeChat Moments that you wanted to go to Dali. I also want to go next week. Do you want to go together?"
An Jiu was a little slow to react to the sudden news. Zhang Weiyao tentatively said, "If you have an appointment with someone else, it's okay. I'll go by myself..."
"We can go together." An Jiu said, and then laughed, "As long as you approve my leave."
Zhang Weiyao smiled: "Approved."
Anjiu wanted to go to Dali, simply because he wanted to go.
Zhang Weiyao wanted to go to Dali because she had an appointment with Zhong Han. They were together on the night of December 31, 2011. 2017 was the last year before their "seven-year itch" came. They agreed to go to Dali and see Erhai Lake together this year.
Although they have been separated for many years, Zhang Weiyao still wants to fulfill this promise.
She thought that as long as she fulfilled this agreement, she would have no worries and could completely forget about Zhong Han. But she never expected that she would actually meet Zhong Han in Dali.
What kind of encounter was that?
In the inn that had been booked long ago, Zhang Weiyao checked in and went up to the second floor with her bag on her back. As soon as she stepped onto the stairs, she saw a familiar person walking down from the corner.
That familiarity is imprinted in my heart, and I can recognize who he is in just an instant.
The neatly dressed man was startled when he saw her, and his pupils gradually widened. Zhang Weiyao seemed to be frozen, with only the heart in her chest beating violently, like a hammer, hitting her chest constantly. She felt very complicated, and the most obvious was the pain that she thought would not happen again but still came.
It was so quiet all around, as if there was no one around.
The man's eyes dimmed and he slowly opened his lips: "Yao..."
"Sister Yaoyao, I've done it!" Anjiu ran over hurriedly with the room card and two suitcases.
Zhong Han's gaze fell on An Jiu. An Jiu looked at the two strange people and slowly straightened up his bent back holding the suitcase.
Zhang Weiyao turned around calmly, picked up her luggage and went to the second floor. An Jiu quickly picked up his suitcase and hurriedly followed: "Sister Yaoyao."
She brushed past Zhong Han, smelling his familiar scent, and her emotions were somewhat out of control. In the corner of the second floor, Zhang Weiyao swiped her card and rushed in, then slammed the door shut. An Jiu stood alone in the corridor, looking at the end of the silence, and guessed about 80% in his heart. He turned his head to look in the direction of the stairs, thinking, that man just now, is Zhang Weiyao's unforgettable first love?
It's been almost three years, and we meet again here. What a twist of fate.
An Jiu went into his room silently, then stared into the phone. Sister Yaoyao... must be crying right now? She could have let it go, but the other party suddenly appeared again, so she must have felt a little touched, right?
An Jiu bit his lip, clicked on WeChat and thought for a long time before sending a WeChat message to Zhang Weiyao:
Sister Yaoyao! I heard the street nearby is very lively at night. Let’s go for a walk and have dinner together later!
He sent out three exclamation marks in a row, pretending that he didn't understand anything just now.
Zhang Weiyao, who had been lying on the bed with her face buried in the quilt as soon as she entered the room, got up after hearing the notification tone of her cell phone, opened her phone and looked at it.
Her eyes were red and there were wet marks on her face.
She responded to Anjiu and asked him to wait for ten minutes, then got up to wash her face, and stood by the window to let the wind blow across her cheeks, so that she would not look like she had just cried.
Ten minutes later, she went to knock on Anjiu's door. Anjiu acted as if he knew nothing, excitedly took Zhang Weiyao to walk around the streets, and bought her all kinds of delicious food. In such a lively atmosphere, Zhang Weiyao slowly relaxed.
At nine o'clock in the evening, An Jiu and Zhang Weiyao returned to the inn tiredly.
The first floor of the inn is a place for rest and entertainment. Zhong Han is sitting on a sofa, holding an old book in his hand. When Zhang Weiyao saw Zhong Han, the expression on her face changed again.
An Jiu said to Zhang Weiyao calmly: "Sister Yaoyao, I'm so tired. I'll go back and take a shower first. You should also go and take a shower and rest quickly!"
"Ah." Zhang Weiyao came back to her senses and looked at An Jiu, "Okay."
Then, An Jiule ran back to the room happily.
Hearing the conversation between the two, Zhong Han raised his head from the book. Those eyes were still the same eyes. When he looked at Zhang Weiyao, it was as if he was looking into her heart.
"Long time no see." The man closed the book, slowly stood up and looked at Zhang Weiyao.
Zhang Weiyao didn't know what to say, so she just looked away and nodded.
Then, silence fell between the two. Zhang Weiyao didn't like this kind of silence, so she mustered up the courage to look at him and asked, "Why are you here?"
Zhong Han did not hide anything and said honestly: "Let's complete the unfinished promise."
This sentence hit Zhang Weiyao's chest like a heavy hammer. Her eyes quickly turned red and she felt very upset. Did he come to complete the unfinished promise? Like her, he just wanted to let go of the last worry, or... or did he always remember this promise in his heart?
But now, these questions are stuck in my throat and I can't ask them.
You shouldn't ask.
"You...are alone?" Zhang Weiyao looked around and didn't find anyone who looked like his companion.
"Yeah." Zhong Han answered concisely.
"Then..." Zhang Weiyao held her clothes tightly with her hands hanging down, and said after a long while, "I hope you have fun."
Zhong Han still had an elusive look on his face, and finally he only uttered a dull sound: "Hmm."
It's time to end this. What else can I do here? Zhang Weiyao lowered her eyes and walked to the second floor.
"Yaoyao." Zhong Han suddenly called out to Zhang Weiyao.
Zhang Weiyao turned her head.
"You have fun too."
He hesitated for a moment before saying this.
Thousands of words were condensed into this sentence, and they both understood what it meant. If they could still imagine reconciling with each other someday before the reunion, after the reunion, they could say this sentence like "take care", which proved that the relationship between the two people had truly become a thing of the past.
Zhang Weiyao didn't want to leave any regrets in her last moments, so she smiled and said, "Thank you."
Zhong Han also smiled at her, as warmly as always.
A few days later, Zhang Weiyao and An Jiu, who were tired from playing, took a bus to the airport. Zhong Han was also on the bus.
Zhong Han and Zhang Weiyao were standing one behind and one in front, very close to each other, but they never said a word to each other.
Perhaps they have begun to slowly let go of their past relationship in their hearts. Even though their breakup was full of quarrels, their past relationship was real and beautiful.
They are now strangers to each other and are two unrelated people in this world.
If we have to give them an identity, perhaps it would be - the person you once loved the most.
