After jumping out of the car, I stood in the center of the square, far away, and looked towards the roof of the building, but I couldn't see anything.
What shocked me was that the roof of the square was gathering a large thick cloud, as if a pair of hands had gathered all the dark clouds in the sky, intent on brewing a flood of rain.
My heart trembled as if I saw a very bad, very bad omen. The Lotus Square is still crowded with pedestrians on this cloudy, rainy day, but no one looks up. I hate this towering building, so distant that it exceeds one's sight.
I immediately ran.
I can't believe I forgot that Lotus Square is the tallest building in the entire city, and that the not-so-long-ago ...... suicides happened here last year.
Suicide.
My heart don jumped at the thought of those two words, and once again the feeling of fear enveloped me.
The pedestrian elevator in Lotus Square only goes up to the forty-sixth floor.
The next stretch was a narrow, steep staircase.
When I finally climbed to the top of the building, I almost fell over from the sight I saw.
Lin Hoven turned his back to us and dropped his already removed socks and shoes out of thin air.
Then, like a horsewoman, she stepped majestically onto the not-so-wide handrail, ripped off her hair tie with one hand, tossed it away, and then stood on tiptoe on her bare toes, pacing up and down the handrail in a dance-like fashion.
I almost lost my voice and screamed, but I knew that if I did, she might defiantly jump.
Where was Ding Lixin? Why wasn't Ding Lixin there? Why didn't he stop her?
Lin Hoven wore very little, I recognized it, it was the summer uniform of Tianzhong, the uniform skirt was made of crimson gingham, it set off the skin very well. When Lin Hoven wore it in the summer, I always secretly envied her white legs with other girls, but at the moment, her bare, slender legs, like two carrots, in the howling winds of winter, burned and trembled, and no one could bear to look at them.
And the black cloud, which was hovering over her head at the moment, the heaviness of the mountain rain, made me vibrate to the point of standing unsteadily.
I finally couldn't help myself, and softly called her name: Lin Hoven ......
She turned back to look at me, her eyes already different from before.
She smiled miserably at me as her long hair flew in the gale.
"Lin Hoven you don't want to be like this, come down, come down let's go home together." My mind went blank, Zhou Chumu, where the hell have you been? You actually gave me such a difficult problem, you think too highly of me, don't you know that only you can save her.
"Lin Hoven." Tears streamed down my face, my mind went blank, all I could do was beg her, "Please, don't do this, please."
"Tian Ding Ding." Her voice came from far away, gentle and firm, "Don't you cry, Tian Dingding, I don't deserve this."
"No." I said, "You're my best friend."
"Really?" She said, "Silly Tintin, do you really think so?"
"Really really." I said, "We're best friends for life, for life."
She laughed and sat down on the railing facing me, her two reddish legs intertwined like two playful carp. She remained silent, but her eyes drifted over to my behind.
I couldn't help but turn as well.
It was Zhou Chumu! He finally appeared! Like all princes in stories, I finally hate him a little less.
He moved forward one step at a time, wearing only a black singlet, his hands in his pockets. He looked like a punk who had just walked out of a casino, oblivious to what was going on outside.
He just called out to her, "Linlin."
"You go." Lin Hoven's voice was as calm as before. She said, "You should walk to the square, just stand by the fountain and wait for me."
Zhou Chu Mu just said, "You belong to the scientists, Madame Curie."
What kind of conversation is this at this critical juncture? I doubt I'm hearing it right, but it's all so real.
Perhaps I still can't figure out love, or at least love. The secret between them cannot be spoken or understood by outsiders. Only they themselves know.
I was as helpless and struggling as a spectator. As I watched, he continued to walk towards Lin Hao while talking and came very close to her, as if he didn't hear what Lin Hao had just said: ''Madame Curie discovered radium, and she also won the Nobel Prize. She was Polish, she loved her country and made many contributions for it. I've researched all these, did you not expect it? Do you want to see the notes I made? Do you want to go to my house and look at them with me?"
Lin Hoven shook his head and kept shaking it like he was under a compulsion.
"Honey, come." Zhou Chumu stretched out his hand towards her, "I'll take you there."
Lin Hoven shook her head and leaned back. I feel like I'm going to die, I want to scream but I can't. So I must be dying.
Just then, I saw Zhou Chumu take a big step forward, finally holding her in his arms and rescuing her from that dangerous, ready to kill her handrail.
I clearly saw that her brows were furrowed, her eyes were closed, and she shed tears the moment Zhou Chumu saved her.
My heart landed in a flash and ached densely again. I covered my mouth, and I couldn't help the tears from weeping, I wasn't sure where my tears came from, whether I was moved by such love or frightened by the scene just now.
I could only go forward and break Lin Hoven's fingers straight one by one once again, and then hold it tightly as if it had been frozen, as if we had never misunderstood and separated.
Lin Hoven's eyes were closed, I think she must have been scared by herself, Zhou Chumu held her, I have been holding her hand, we walked down the long stairs together, and then pressed open the elevator.
Just the moment the elevator doors were about to close, I saw someone.
Dinglish.
He looked up, glanced at us, and disappeared into the elevator doorway.
Love, how inexplicable.
The day Lin Hoven went to the hospital for surgery, I was the one who accompanied her. Ding Lishen did not show up, he just texted me: take good care of her.
I have been accompanying Lin Hoven in the hospital. Because, except for me, no one will come to accompany her. It was not until later that I realized that during those three days, Lin Hoven's mother committed suicide.
The call went to the school for Lin Geng to transfer. All this was told to me by Lin Geng.
Turns out she lost her father as a child.
It turns out she had a bad relationship with her stepfather.
It turns out that her mother had repeated misfortunes.
It turned out, it turned out, it turned out that it was such a blessing for me and my mother, Luo Meimei, to be able to rely on each other, that I was so happy, so happy that I cruelly countered her suffering.
My heart, in the face of these truths, was suddenly filled with remorse. I remembered, the resounding slap I had given her. The slap that was delivered with all the strength of my body and without mercy.
With Lin Hoven as a "good friend" for two years, I realized that I know so little about her. I've never been to her home, I don't even know which school she graduated from in junior high school, I've never talked to her about her family, and even when her dad drove a BMW to pick her up, he was just ashamed of himself and hid on the side, and he never dared to go up to her family to say hello.......
My understanding of her, in addition to blood type, birthday, horoscope and handwriting, what else is there to know about her? Birthday horoscope handwriting, what else is there? And and other students to her, what is the difference? It turns out that our so-called friendship, has been living in the darkness of the reach, supporting it, are those who can not count the number of secrets, and my stupid admiration.
Lin Hoven, it turns out I'm sorry. It's just lucky that it's not too late to fix everything.
When I went to see her with Luo Meimei's chicken soup, I saw a bouquet of flowers placed outside the door outside the hospital room.
I picked up the bouquet and walked inside. Lin Hoven was looking out the window at the view. I called out to her, "Lin Hoven." In passing, I handed her the flowers in my hand.
She opened the card on it and it only had two words written on it, "Chu Mu."
Lin Hoven got up as if she was going to go out and chase something, but then slowly collapsed.
I looked at her helplessly.
She put her head* on my chest and said, "Tintin, he's gone isn't he? I know he's leaving, it's just, I miss him so, so much, can you believe it?"
I stopped talking, of course I believe it, I've seen with my own eyes how much she's given to him, and I know that someone who's been loved that y can never be erased from their heart.
"Thank you, Tintin." Lin Hoven said again.
In fact, these "thank you", in the end who should say to whom? In this hasty and full-flavored youth, we have to thank not only each other, or every person we have met.
Like Ding Lixin, I know he still likes Lin Hao, but he already knows that he will never be able to fight against Zhou Chu Mu. He just stuck to his insistence and didn't ask for any result. Just like me, still infatuated with Lin Geng everything, but I did not want to get anything, I just learned to will be this favorite, carefully and gently put, always exist in the heart.
A week later, Lin Hoven was discharged from the hospital. Her stepfather came to pick her up and she didn't argue with him. She went home with him in silence. The next day Lin Hoven came to school with her backpack, and everything about her was already spreading on campus. Fortunately, at least in our class, no one looked at her in a different way, even Zhuang Quiet would say to me, "The kiosk sells spicy vermicelli again, why don't I bring a bowl each with you and Lin Hoven?"
That's good, in this world, there are still many good people.
The days passed like this again, the difference was that the three words Zhou Chumu no longer appeared in Lin Hoven's mouth.
"Zhou Chumu really gone, you later, whether you have seen him?" Finally one day, Ding Lishen asked me this.
"No, no." I said.
In fact, I was lying.
I've seen Zhou Chumu.
It was at the 49 bus stop, he was alone, carrying a large traveling bag, as if he was planning to go somewhere far away.
I didn't know whether to pretend I hadn't seen him, but he took the initiative to greet me and asked, "Lin Hoven is better, right?"
"Yes." I said.
At that moment, it was as if I saw a complicated look on Zhou Chumu's face, but it was fleeting.
"Tell her for me that I'll be back." He said, "On the day I feel I should return."
"You're not going to see her again?"
"No." Zhou Chumu spoke decisively, "Besides, she's been pretty unlucky all the way around since she met me, don't you think?"
"I heard that you found a very rich girlfriend before you broke up with Lin Hoven?" I finally, still couldn't help but ask.
Zhou Chu Mu suddenly laughed. He laughed for a while, then suddenly reached out and touched my face, then said something that almost made me faint, "Dingding, you're so cute."
Then he jumped on an oncoming bus.
I didn't relay Zhou Chumu's words to Lin Hao. Because I know that destiny can be met, and if the heavens have eyes, they will surely meet again somewhere in a certain year and a certain day, with all the unpleasantness of the past washed away and a brand new story started.
So this is something I will never mention to anyone.
Taste the sweet, sour, bitter and spicy of youth. Whether it's me or Lin Hoven or Ding Lixin, may we only remember the best two words of it.
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