Running Snail

When he was very young, Xu Zhiheng knew what his father was like.

Mother often stood in front of floor-to-ceiling windows, her thick curly hair dyed in chestnut color hanging behind her, with a cigarette between her fingers, and the whole bedroom became smoky in the slow throughput room. When the woman standing in the mist turned to look at him, there was only a sneer on her lips.

For his mother, his birth was a shame.

She used to be a singer, young and beautiful, versatile, and a rookie touted by the company. Since her debut, she has been surrounded by flowers and auras. Later, there was an accident in the process of framing, and he was rescued by him. Since then, he fell in love like a moth to a fire, even stubbornly staying with that person regardless of his own future.

The person is handsome and has a unique temperament. When she worked hard to deal with the chase of the reporters and paparazzi, he could always chuckle and resolve the crisis. He dated her in various hidden places. She didn't understand his background, too much. Young self thinks that there is love and nothing is important.

She later learned that the man had a gentle wife and lovely daughter.

For him, he was just because his wife was pregnant, and he couldn't control who was cheating on the lower body. An innocent woman who was bewildered by her appearance fell in love with a man with a wife and daughter. The love affair that sounded unbearable during a private meeting late at night consumed the most beautiful years of her life.

Her self-esteem couldn't bear to be treated as a vent by him. But when she left, she found out that she was pregnant. At the moment when she wanted to take away the child, she was inexplicably maternally unwilling. Women are sometimes very weak. During that time, she always thinks of the happy time with him. She wants to climb onto the operating table again and again, but every time she sees those cold metal appliances, she is afraid that her whole body will tremble.

The child is innocent, she thought, let the little life be born.

In fact, at that time, she had nothing left. I had no father and no mother. I finally passed the singing competition all the way, signed a contract with an entertainment company, and finally had a chance to shine, but he was ruined because of being with that person. The woman with nothing, with her unborn child, lay quietly in the hospital, experiencing the long and painful waiting.

He may be by his wife's side at this time, waiting for her daughter's birth.

The child was finally born, with beautiful eyes, like his father. She took the name, perseverance, perseverance, she hopes that her child will not change like his father, and hope that he can be with a gentle and beautiful woman and get lasting happiness.

The child's surname is Xu, and it has nothing to do with that man.

Xu Zhiheng and his mother depended on each other for many years. She seldom talked to him. He also likes to do his own thing in the house alone. He is not as naughty as other boys of the same age. Instead, he likes silence, which is as cold as a quiet pool in autumn.

Xu Zhiheng clearly remembered that that day was his tenth birthday, his mother smoked a lot of cigarettes, and the beautiful white carpet in the bedroom was covered with a thick layer of soot. He opened the door and asked her to eat, but she said faintly: " Ah Heng, let’s spend time with Dad in the future.” With the hospital’s test sheet on the table, she turned around, the sneer at the corner of her lips seemed to be filled with deep loneliness, and soot kept slipping from her trembling fingertips. Xu Zhiheng heard her say in a very soft voice: "I have no way to feed you."

A strange man suddenly appeared that afternoon and drove the two to a strange city. Xu Zhiheng remained silent, did not object, but never called that person's father.

Her illness dragged on for nearly ten years, and when she finally ran out of oil, she called Xu Zhiheng to a foreign country and said she wanted to give her last words.

Her last words are the so-called evidence that Xu Zhiheng brought back to China, enough to leave that person dead without a place to burial.

As a third party who destroys other people’s families, perhaps, this is the only glorious thing she has done in her life, pushing the underworld figures hidden in the dark into the prison, and doing all this is not caused by a sense of justice, just In revenge. What exactly is the revenge? The heart that he accidentally lost when he was young, his hurt to himself and the unbearable position he pushed himself into, or an irreparable life wasted on that person.

It was only when she was dying that she finally raised her mouth and smiled. She held Xu Zhiheng's hand and asked her son to say a word to the man.

Actually you have a very cute daughter and a very handsome son, but no one wants to give your last name.

No one wants to give your last name.

Qi Juan's surname Qi and Xu Zhiheng's surname Xu have nothing to do with that person. No one wants to mention that person's name.

When Xu Zhiheng said that sentence in the prison, the man only frowned slightly without reply.

From a closer look, the appearance of the father and son are quite similar. There is a unique temperament in that person, like a demon in the dark night, which makes people unable to extricate themselves once they fall into it. Therefore, whether it is Qi Juan's mother or Xu Zhiheng's mother, he really loved him when he was young. He played with two women and caused two tragedies, but he was still smiling when he was dying.

What kind of person he is, Xu Zhiheng also thought, maybe Qi Juan said he was a scumbag, but it was painful to call her father a scum.

Later, he became a drummer for the band, and his musical talent was inherited from his mother.

He likes the crazy feeling of not having to pay attention to anything when he beats the drums. With the rhythm of the music, the constant beats of the drums can finally make him forget his devotion, so that he can temporarily forget all the unbearable past.

I think of Wei Nan, the girl who has been secretly in love with herself for nearly ten years. She used to hold chocolate to confess herself. When she laughed, there were two shallow dimples on the corners of her mouth. The look of taking a deep breath with his fists, everything about her is deeply buried in the bottom of his heart, that is the softest part of Xu Zhiheng's heart, which cannot be touched.

It took him a year to finally organize everything with his mother. After returning home, he joined with the police and arrested the background leader, his father. Finally got rid of the forces that the person arranged to monitor by his side.

Until he was struggling to crawl out of the mud and trying to work hard, he saw a man smiling and singing that song in a newly opened restaurant. He heard him say, Wei Nan, marry me. Then the two embraced tightly under the blessing of everyone.

He held a piece of paper in his palm with a song written on it, my love. He copied both the lyrics and the tune, because he knew that Wei Nan's stupid girl was too confused and shocked back then, and must have not remembered the lyrics clearly. He wanted her to remember the words he wrote all night, and hoped that she could sing it out to the children many years later.

But now, the note in the palm of her hand is soaked with sweat, but she will be a wife.

Many things are missed, and there is no chance to make up for it.

He knew exactly what he had missed with Wei Nan. Seeing Wei Nan smiling happily in Lu Shuang's arms, and seeing Lu Shuang gently touching her hair, he suddenly felt that the scene was so harmonious and beautiful that there was no chance for anyone to intervene between them.

It took only one year for Lu Shuang to capture Wei Nan’s heart. He didn’t know how much effort Lu Shuang put in. At least it was certain that Lu Shuang gave Wei Nan far more than himself. In fact, he had done so. There are many opportunities to cherish her, but missed for various reasons.

No one is right or wrong, just missed.

He raised the corners of his lips and smiled lightly, turned around, and threw the crumpled lyrics into the trash can with a handsome gesture.

Later, he followed the orchestra to tour all over the country. Whenever he was on the stage and looked at the crowded crowd below, he remembered the scene of his mother holding a concert that year. His mother, perhaps a bad woman and a third party in the eyes of others, But for him, it was also the most respected mother who brought him up with hard work. When I was a child, I saw the video tape she treasured at the bottom of the box, recording the grand occasion of her first and last concert after her debut. Now that he was standing on the stage, Xu Zhiheng suddenly felt that the original feeling of being surrounded by lights was lonely, because the person in his heart had been taken away.

The five people in the orchestra are like-minded and play music together. They are so chic and happy all day. He finally has a few close friends. When they are bored, they joked that you should laugh more, Ah Heng. Bewildered by a large fan.

He also no longer disliked the approach and praise of others so much, and occasionally actually smiled. Over time, it seems that that smile has become a habit.

At the signing event three years later, in the rain, Su Minmin, holding an umbrella, stood in front of him with a smile.

Xu Zhiheng looked at her and separated for many years. Her changes were so great that she was not at all like the squeamish girl who pestered herself like a **** plaster back then. She became more mature and confident, her skin was tanned, and it was said that she was going to the border. For the sake of supporting education.

Now that the three-year teaching support period has expired, she has also been transferred back to work as a local teacher.

Xu Zhiheng smiled and asked, "How many copies to buy?"

She said: "Three."

"Sign what?"

"The first one is written, given to Su Minmin, wishing her a few more years of life."

She still speaks like this, with a bit of acrimony. When I was with her back then, she often said in anger, "Xu Zhiheng, why don't you die? Xu Zhiheng, you bastard, I only saw you when I was blind." But every time after the anger was over, she would go to the kitchen to cook dinner for him again. When she lowered her eyebrows and made the soup, her serious look was still fresh in her memory.

It is difficult for him to define what Su Minmin is to him. He knows her selfishness and narrowness, knows her despicable means of taking away the things she gave to Wei Nan, and also knows her affection for herself, her infatuation and stupidity. It's just that she takes love too seriously, so similar to the woman who abandoned everything for love many years ago and left her own sick house alone.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Xu Zhiheng told Su Minmin everything about him and told her those things that had been buried in my heart for a long time, because they always felt that they were of the same kind.

In the two years when he was young with Su Minmin, Xu Zhiheng once regarded her as the object of venting, but she has been silently enduring it. Now that I think about it, the harm I did to that girl has already reached the point of irreparable.

I have never responded to her in recent years, perhaps because I gave my heart to Wei Nan, or perhaps because I didn’t dare to bear the deep affection of this woman like a moth to a fire, fearing that I would not be able to give her happiness and fear the previous generation. The tragedy repeats itself again.

Su Minmin went on to say: "The second one is written, for Su Minmin, happy birthday."

Xu Zhiheng lowered his head and signed the CD. He suddenly remembered that he was the only one to accompany him on his birthday since he was a child, and he also made the most meticulous preparations for his birthday. His father did not take time to pay attention to him, and his mother had been tortured by the disease. Wei Nan was with him for only a month, and it coincided with the final exam of the medical school. Everything was too rushed to get along. . In the two years with Su Minmin, on both birthdays, she bought huge cakes, cooked a table of dishes and waited for him to return, and bought him many gifts. But he never gave her a good face, and didn't even know her birthday. Now, for the first time in this way to say happy birthday to her, my fingertips trembling when signing the CD, is it because the cold shell that has been built for a long time is gradually melting under her persistence.

"The third one, please write as you please."

He was silent for a moment, brushed a few strokes to sign the CD, and handed the CD to Su Minmin. After she saw the words on the CD, she seemed surprised for a moment, then laughed, led the little girl to the table, and said: "Good luck. ,Say thank you."

The girl nodded obediently and said, "Thank you, uncle!"

Xu Zhiheng glanced at the little girl, with big eyes and cute pigtails, how he liked it, couldn't help patting the little girl's head, and asked softly, "What's your name?"

The girl raised her head and smiled brightly: "Minzhi, my name is Xu Minzhi."

Su Minmin's Min, Xu Zhiheng's, and Minzhi's name sounded a bit harsh.

He raised his head to look at Xiang Su Minmin, but she smiled and led the little girl away.

Later he learned about Su Minmin's infertility. The reason for the infertility was that she injured her body when she had a miscarriage in the country. At that time, he might be abroad, discussing with his mother how to send his biological father to prison.

Xu Zhiheng stood in front of the window and remained silent for a long time. Once some people owe their feelings, they will never be able to pay them off for the rest of their lives.

He sent her a text message.

"I want to do my best to be a good husband to accompany you on the road in the future, and to be a good father to take Daming Zhi with you, would you like it?"

After a long time, he received a reply.

"I waited for your words for many years."

He doesn't want much.

I used to think that all my feelings were tied to Wei Nan, and I couldn't be together because of the family, and I suffered for many years. Later, he discovered that when he learned that she was going to marry Lu Shuang, his heartache was not as strong as he had imagined. He felt relieved when he saw her happy smile. Wei Nan has found his own happiness, and he has no regrets.

Because that relationship had been suppressed for too long, it seemed to have become a burden for the two of them. Now they finally let go of the past, and there is a vast ocean and sky in front of them.

He spent nearly ten years of Wei Nan's time, and there is no way for Su Minmin to waste his years. He looked at the cute little girl, and his heart suddenly became soft.

He lifted the pen and wrote a line on the CD. It was a sentence that Su Minmin had chanted in his ear for a long time. Perhaps, what he wanted to find was the stability and peace.

She doesn't want much.

In college, a multiple choice question was popular among female dormitories. The topic was, if you were to marry someone, do you want to marry the person who loves you, or the person you love?

Almost all of your roommates have chosen someone who loves you, saying that a woman will be happier if she marries someone who loves you.

Su Minmin stubbornly chose the latter. She said that I am willing to marry the one I love, and I am willing to love him as much as I can. I believe that people's hearts are grown, and I believe that as long as you give enough, one day Will be rewarded.

A sentence she likes very much called: "The years are quiet and the years are stable."

She always feels that love will be so warm and beautiful after it has settled for a long time. It doesn't need to be vigorous. As long as the two hold hands together for a lifetime, plain happiness is enough.

After so many years, he and she have changed and finally found what they want. In fact, they are still young, and there is still a long, long time to enjoy the peace.

She looked at the eight chic and flamboyant fonts signed on the CD and smiled slightly.

"The years are quiet and the passing years are stable."

Xu Zhiheng, fortunately, you still remember, and I never left.

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