That Nameless Summer Chapter 42

I’m not used to quitting smoking.

The late autumn night wind made his throat hurt, but his eyes felt inexplicably hot.He took out his cigarette case, shook out one and lit it, his fingertips trembling slightly. In the smoke, Ling Qingye’s appearance leaning against the car and his eyes looking at him clearly appeared in front of his eyes.

He has been quitting smoking for three years, and he only thinks of it when he is most irritable and out of control.

In the past seven years, he has changed three cities. From a poor boy who played games online in an Internet cafe, to a player who signed a contract with a team, and then to retired and transformed into an anchor, he did not dare to stop, and he could not stop.He was afraid that as soon as he stopped, the memories of those hurried escapes and those nights with no one to rely on would swallow him up.He deliberately didn’t think about Ling Qingye or everything about that city, but the look at each other just now completely shattered the calmness he had pretended to have for seven years.

He took out his mobile phone and found the number with “l” in the address book – that was Ling Qingye’s mobile phone number seven years ago. He had memorized it for seven years, but he had never dialed it.With his fingertips hanging on the dial button, he finally pressed the lock screen hard and stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

never mind.

he thought.

Seven years have passed, what will happen if we keep in touch?It’s nothing more than opening up the scar again and adding to the embarrassment.They are no longer from the same world.

Song Li put out his cigarette butt and turned around to walk in the opposite direction. His back melted into the dark night. Step by step, he seemed to be escaping or heading for a journey with no return date.

Ling Qingye stood at the street corner for a long time, until the street lights dimmed a few times, then slowly turned around and returned to the car.He started the car, but did not drive away immediately. Instead, he stared in the direction where Song Li disappeared, lost in thought for a long time.

In the past seven years, he has not thought about giving up, but every time he sees this basketball graffiti, he thinks of the boy sweating on the playground, the figure who secretly handed the note in the self-study class, and the tacit understanding hidden in the wrong question book.He always felt that Song Li would come back and pat him on the shoulder like he did back then and say, “Ling Qingye, help me look at this question.”

But when they met just now, Song Li’s deliberate alienation and deliberate disguise were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the last bit of luck in his heart.

Ling Qingye closed his eyes, put the notebook back into the storage compartment, stepped on the accelerator, and the black off-road vehicle merged into the traffic and disappeared into the night.

When Song Li returned to the hotel, his teammates had not returned yet.He took a cold shower, leaned against the bed, stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, and stayed awake all night.The scene of each other looking at each other on the street replayed in his mind repeatedly. Ling Qingye’s eyes, his voice, the smell of cedar on his body, and his harsh words of “Mr. Ling” were all like needles, pricking his heart.

The next day, Song Li did not return with his teammates. He found an excuse to rest for a few days and stayed in the city.He didn’t contact Ling Qingye, nor did he go to the office building. He just found a bed and breakfast near the river to stay. Apart from live streaming and playing games every day, he just walked aimlessly along the river.

He didn’t know what he was waiting for, or what he wanted to do. He just felt that the air of this city was filled with Ling Qingye’s aura, making it impossible for him to escape or hide.

And Ling Qingye’s life has returned to its former peace.Meetings, discussing projects, and working overtime every day are all unstoppable.Occasionally, after working overtime late at night, when passing by the corner, I would subconsciously slow down and scan the roadside with my eyes, as if expecting something, but in the end I would just speed away.

The two of them just lived in the same city, living along their own paths, obviously very close to each other, but yet so far away that they felt like they were separated by a century.The gap of seven years lies between the two of them. No one has the courage to cross it first, so they can only stagger forward on their own tracks.