Chapter 1: Lining

"Long Street" Wen/Special

On June 16, 2012, Xiang Yu’s bachelor's degree certificate and academic

qualification certificate were issued to her at the same time. She carried the

two certificates and walked outside the school.

There are some stories starting from this day.

It was the evening when a moderate rain fell in the Imperial City. The

concrete roads on the campus were washed and shiny, scattered leaves and

petals stuck to the road, and the air was filled with coolness that faded from

the summer heat.

Xiang Yu stood under the tree at the entrance of the school and waited for a

while before he stopped a taxi.

The phone kept vibrating. It was a urging message from Zhao Yanmo, asking her

why she hadn't arrived yet.

Zhao Yanmo is Xiang Yu’s boyfriend. He talked for nearly a year. He was in the

next province at university and has been in a long distance relationship.

Now that he graduated, Zhao Yanmo wants to come to the imperial city for

development.

The long-distance relationship finally ended, but it was not as pleasant as Yu

imagined.

Zhao Yanmo’s development is to push cups with Hupengou friends every day, take

the swelling and bragging on the wine table as true, and then tell Xiang Yu to

listen to it.

While soaking in the table, Internet bar, billiards hall, while using the

brain soaked in alcohol to longing, how about making a lot of money.

It may not be accurate to say that he is not enterprising, but the way he is

enterprising is quite different from what he knows.

Xiang Yu got into the taxi, the driver's master glanced at the reversing

mirror and asked, "Where are you going, girl?"

"You go to Xiuchun Street first."

She talked to Zhao Yanmo on the phone at noon, saying that she didn't want to

eat with them for dinner with dysmenorrhea.

Zhao Yanmo learned the accent of the imperial city, and said a few words of

"erhuayin" with a strange tone.

What a big deal, I have booked a restaurant with soup, come on, I haven't seen

each other for several days.

Dinner is set at Xiuchun Street, which is considered to be the old restaurant

street in the Imperial City. There are many courtyards.

There are soup-making shops on the street, one is a famous Cantonese

restaurant, and the other is a Sanjitang restaurant.

Xiang Yu was not sure which one it was, and called Zhao Yanmo: "Where are

you?"

"Xiuchun Street Barbecue Restaurant, come on, I'll miss you, wait for you."

The lower abdomen hurts like a stir, frowning at the taro: "Isn't I going to

make soup?"

Zhao Yanmo's messy noise was a little lower, probably because he caged the

microphone, lowered his voice and said: "So many friends, can't you accompany

you to drink soup just because of your dysmenorrhea? All want to eat Ma Xiao ,

You will just chant."

When he was anxious, he didn't learn the accent of the imperial capital

anymore.

"Forget it, I'll order a ginseng chicken soup and go home to eat."

"Xiang Yu, don't have a temper. I told them that my girlfriend is coming soon.

Where do you suddenly let go of the pigeons to save my face?"

Xiang Yu was a little angry.

She wanted to ask whether his face was important or her body was important.

In the next second, Zhao Yanmo lowered his tone again: "Taro, today I invited

the son of the boss of a listed company. If the relationship is good, I can

get me a permanent residence in the Imperial City. Don’t you also want me to

stay in the Imperial City? ?"

Xiang Yu didn't answer, and hung up.

This kind of contradiction has been more than once since Zhao Yanmo came to

the imperial city.

More than once a week.

In the beginning they would quarrel, would have a cold war, would be

hysterical and would lose their temper.

By now, Xiang Yu didn't want to quarrel anymore.

I met Zhao Yanmo during the holiday just after his junior year. He came to the

Imperial City to meet friends and met Xiang Yu on the campus.

The teenager was wearing a casual jacket and parked the bicycle in front of

her. His ears were a little red. He handed the phone over to the noise of a

friend, shaking his hands with nervousness: "Hello, my name is Zhao Yanmo. Is

it convenient for you to add a WeChat? "

There are elderly people in Xiangyu's family who love calligraphy and

painting, and often buy lampblack and ink for painting.

So that day, I couldn't tell whether it was because the word "Yanmo" was

familiar, or because of the sincerity in Zhao Yanmo's eyes, Xiang Yu agreed.

But only a year later, there were young young people between the eyebrows and

eyes, and now they are in various wine bureaus.

Full of hearts and eyes, I want to be among the imperial cities for nothing.

"Girl, Xiuchun Street is just ahead, there is a traffic jam, look..."

The driver's meaning was quite obvious, the rain stopped, and traffic jams

started at the intersection ahead. If the passengers could walk by themselves,

that would be great, and it would save each other's time in traffic jams.

Xiang Yu grabbed the back of the co-pilot seat, and his voice was a little

weak: "Master, please send me a ride, I'm not feeling well."

The northern girl speaks faster and speaks boldly, but Xiang Yu's intonation

is a bit prolonged, like a weeping willow drenched in the mist and rain

outside the window.

The driver subconsciously glanced back:

The girl’s bag was poking her university degree certificate and graduation

certificate, her slender hand pressed against her lower abdomen, her face

pale.

"Then sit down, we are not afraid of blocking a bit, I will send you to

Xiuchun Street."

"Thank you."

The car was blocked at the intersection for a while, and the neon lights and

lights turned into out-of-focus light spots through the rain-stained car

windows.

Xiang Yu remembered that last summer, Zhao Yanmo covered her umbrella all over

her head in the heavy rain. After getting half of her body wet, she said:

"Xiang Yu, I like you, let's be together. Give me a chance. OK?"

Such a moment that makes people feel warm is actually only at the beginning of

this relationship.

She didn't understand why men were like this. She tried her best when chasing

people, but after being together she didn't know how to cherish.

The disappointment and sadness that Xiang Yu should have has already happened,

and a relationship is about to end, and it is unbearable that there is no

dysmenorrhea.

She thought calmly:

Let's have one last meal, it's time to break up.

At the entrance of Xiuchun Street, the car suddenly stopped and leaned forward

to Yu Yu with inertia.

After such a toss, her lower abdomen was sore and sweaty, she looked up out of

the car window.

A pure black Benchi drove in the other direction, and seemed to get to the

street faster than a taxi.

Except for the area and letter, the license plate is 44444.

People in the old emperor city are a bit superstitious. They feel that it is

not auspicious to bring a "4" with the license plate number, house number or

even the phone number, so few people use it.

I don't know if it was because the car was expensive or because the license

plate was unusual enough, the taxi master rolled down the window but didn't

immediately start to blame.

The black Benchi on the opposite side fell backward for a certain distance,

letting out the street.

A hand with a cigarette stuck in the back seat window of the car, and a male

voice scattered in the air with the smoke: "Sorry, you first."

The driver's master drove the car into Xiuchun Street and stopped in front of

the barbecue shop: "Girl, you think you are so uncomfortable, so why not eat

barbecue."

Xiang Yu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and thanked seriously: "Thank

you."

Even strangers who are only a short distance away know that they care about

it, but Zhao Yanmo doesn't know.

This barbecue restaurant is said to be an old imperial capital building. It

was remodeled from a courtyard house. There are also the shadows of carved

beams and pillars by large families in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Even the

lights are retro red lanterns.

Xiangyu endured the pain in her lower abdomen and walked in. Zhao Yanmo

quickly pulled her wrist and walked in, and said as she walked: "The crayfish

has been on the table for a long time, but you didn't come, so I'm waiting for

you. "

The boys in the private room are all old smokers, and the exhaust fans are

useless, and the smoke is full of smoke.

Several boys smoked one by one. The barbecue on the table was filled with

chili, and there were spicy crayfish and mixed vegetables.

The tableware in front of Xiangyu remained unopened, and blinked sour eyes in

the smoke.

The pain in the lower abdomen came from time to time, and the pain made people

less and less energetic to consume on the dining table.

After persisting for about 40 minutes, Zhao Yanmo and a few boys went out to

the bathroom and came back, and their bragging voices came from the corridor:

"I just saw a Shunzi license plate number, five fours, it's ** awesome."

"Ren's car is also a good car, the best match for Benchi S500!"

"So awesome, don't you eat a restaurant with us? It's a fart."

"That is, if we make money tomorrow, we can do the same."

The few friends that Zhao Yanmo made had a little money at home, Xiaofu.

As soon as I entered the door, I began to tremble with the family: "What is

Benchi S, and it is someone else's. When I am at the end of the year, I will

change to a Volvo and take you for a drive."

"I want to change to Volvo? The previous Volkswagen won't open?"

"Open your mother! I scrapped it!"

Zhao Yanmo smiled flatteringly and then said: "Don't, brother, give it to me

if you don't open it, why don't you scrap it, open it to me."

Xiang Yuqiang endured for ten minutes before taking advantage of the

excitement and calmly said to Zhao Yanmo: "What time can it end? I have

something to say to you."

Regarding Zhao Yanmo's face, Xiang Yu kept his voice down.

"It's too early for today, and I will go to KTV later." Zhao Yanmo also said

in a low voice.

Xiang Yu nodded silently: "Then I will go now."

In the feelings accumulated for nearly a year, there was a moment that was

shorter than a moment, and she actually hoped that Zhang Yanmo would stop her.

Just like when we first got together, I asked her thoughtfully, "Is it a

stomachache, I'll take you home".

But Zhao Yanmo didn’t. In a group of questions: "Hey, why did your girlfriend

go?", "Is it angry?" "I'm having trouble with you", "Zhao Yanmo, you can't do

it, my girlfriend can't control it" .

He just used his lame imperial accent, and understatement: "Hey, girls are

hypocritical, and if you have a painful period, you feel that the sky is going

to collapse..."

The rain has not fallen again, and the air is left with dampness. Walking into

this kind of air from an air-conditioned room makes your bones chill.

It was a 21-year-old girl who had just stepped out of school and was so

emotional that she had graduated with red eyes more than once.

Even if there are few feelings left when breaking up, it is still mixed with

the peculiar low mood of dysmenorrhea, making people want to cry in this rainy

day.

After walking a few steps towards the taro, he stepped out of the lively

barbecue restaurant, turned into the alley next to the shop, and simply sat on

a low stone platform.

The stone platform is hidden behind a trimmed square hedgerow plant, isolating

part of the noise, only the eaves are dripping and dripping.

So at first none of them saw anyone.

Xiang Yu was sad for a moment, and when he raised his eyes, he realized that

there were people a few steps away.

He was a man of superior height, with broad shoulders and narrow waist,

standing not far away, holding his mobile phone and making a call.

The light is dark in this place, and only the man with a sharp face and a

clear jaw line can be seen.

He clamped the phone between his shoulders and his face, took out the

cigarette case and knocked out a cigarette, took out a small box, poke the

cigarette mouth with a needle-like object, and then stuffed a stick-like thing

into the cigarette.

The man moved slowly, his eyes lowered, and he answered the conversation on

the phone without a word.

It was the first time Xiang Yu saw a man who made smoking like spring water

sencha, gracefully and freely.

Originally, he just unconsciously set his gaze on him, but in his every move,

the question of "who ordered the rider to take the capital" suddenly appeared.

The man obviously didn't know that there were other people around, and he

paused when he turned his head to light a cigarette with the lighter in the

cage.

Later, Jin Fubai recalled the first meeting, and said with a smile that he

thought he was a ghost.

Xiang Yu knew that his face must be pale, and his eyes were red. It might be

scary to hide in the dim light.

But she was really not in the mood to say anything, she looked at the man

confusedly.

The man lit the cigarette and exhaled a white mist while biting his cigarette

holder.

He took off the black shirt he was wearing over his short sleeves, and walked

in front of Xiang Yu.

Out of the deep hatred for the smell of smoke in the room just now, Xiang Yu

subconsciously wanted to hold his breath, but only a light and soft agarwood

was smelled by his nose.

He rounded the shirt around and handed it to Xiang Yu: "Sit on the cushion,

it's cold on the ground."