Wen Jia couldn't sleep for a long time with his eyes open that night. After the curtain is opened, he can lie on the bed and look out of the window directly. Outside were branches swaying in the wind and rain, which changed his ghostly posture at night. The room is isolated from the sound of wind and rain, and only the daughter's even breathing can be heard. The phone has been turned off, and she doesn't even know when she fell asleep. She only remembers a vague dream.
In my dream, when I was still in college, I was having a class in a big classroom. The boy in a plaid shirt sitting in front of her seemed to be Jiang 'an, but he didn't. She kept poking at the back of the man in front with a pen, shouting "Jiang 'an! Jiang An! "But the man was as motionless as a wax figure. She shouted for a long time until she was hoarse and sweaty, and suddenly stood up from her seat.
"Jiang 'an!" In an instant, Wen Jia sat up from the bed, covered in cold sweat. Yuan Yuan woke up earlier than Wen Jia, and she was already talking to herself and dancing beside Wen Jia.
Outside, it is already dawn,
I cleaned the living room yesterday, and I am going to clean the kitchen and study today. Wen Jia kept thinking about that dream when she was sorting things out. She still doesn't know if that person is Jiang 'an, but she feels so familiar.
She remembered the meeting with Jiang An. I met Jiang 'an in my sophomore year, in an ideological and political class at the end of September. Because of his playfulness, Wen Jia sat in the back of the amphitheatre, holding a book to block reading novels. It was Jiang An who sat in person, but he was not in the same department as Wen Jia. Of course, this is another story. After a class, Wen Jia got tired of reading novels, so he hit on the man's mind. This person looks very strange, because after a year of ideological and political education, their class is fixed with another class, let alone familiar, this person has never even met. Wen Jia's curious cells began to fidget again, lowering their voices and poking Jiang 'an with a pen. "Classmate, classmate?" Jiang An was afraid that the teacher would notice that he only had a side head. He frowned and asked, "What's the matter?" Immediately turned around, he didn't see Wen Jia's face, and Wen Jia didn't see him clearly. Wen Jia asked, "classmate, what's your name? Why haven't I seen you before? " Jiang An had to come over and say, "I'm here to help others." Wen Jia immediately got the message, "Oh ~ substitute class, not bad." I thought to myself that professional teachers will have a hard day on Thursday and a sports meeting on Friday morning when they are on a business trip. If I had known someone would take my place, I would have surfed the Internet at home at this time, only blaming me for being a good boy and never skipping classes. Hey! Su Hui has been beside to remind her that the teacher has seen it, but Wen Jia didn't pay attention. She was still sighing and asked, "Well, what's your name, classmate?" ? You haven't told me yet. "Jiang An was a little annoyed when asked, probably because he didn't expect to meet such a talkative girl in his next class, so he turned around and gave Wen a positive face. Just when he wanted Wen Jia to say a few words, he heard a voice from the podium: The male student in red plaid stood up. What are you looking at? Yes, it's you. Stand up. You answer this question. In an instant, 100 pairs of eyes looked over here. Jiang An pushed his glasses, looked at the eye questions and answered unhurriedly. The teacher in front nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, the answer is correct. Sit down, pay attention to classroom discipline next time, and don't always whisper. " Jiang An sat down and didn't forget to stare back at Wen Jia.
At the moment, Wen Jia has a guilty conscience and just wants to be an ostrich. He immediately put the book away and hid it in the back. Suddenly, he heard the voice of a middle-aged woman on the podium: the short-haired female classmate behind the male classmate stood up to answer this question. Wen Jia was complaining, but at that time, there was no such thing as "neither die nor die". After reading a class novel, she remembered where it was, and quickly turned over the book, "Hmm ... that ... China ..." Then she heard Jiang An whisper: the third paragraph on page 58. The teacher just let her go. As soon as Wen Jia sat down, his face turned red, and the hair on both sides of his cheeks stood in the middle. She pouted and blew her hair in front of her, but the person in front of her was already smiling at the table. Wen Jia said angrily, "Hum, laugh, laugh to death."
After class, Jiang An leaned against the table and asked with a little smile. My name is Chen Jiang 'an, and you?
Wen Jia gawked at the tall and shy boy in front of him and held out his hand: I ... my name is Wen Jia. Then she went back to the dormitory, shook Su Hui's shoulder and said, Hui Hui, I am in love!
It has been ten years since we met.
Once the floodgate of memory is opened, it will be very difficult. Wen Jia remembered ten years ago today.
Wen Jia is an activist. He is very determined and keeps his word. Knowing Jiang An's surname and where he lived, they launched an all-round attack. Unfortunately, it was time for a long vacation, and only all parties could know the information of Jiang 'an.
? Chen Jiang 'an,1born on March 3, 1985, is from Class 3, Department of Electronic Engineering, with a height of 182cm. He is single and his interests are reading, running and playing basketball. Attach his class schedule, class schedule. The telephone number is: XXXXXXXXXXX. Wen Jia wrote all this down in a small notebook, and excitedly rolled around in bed with the notebook. "Chen Jiang 'an, Chen Jiang 'an ..." But he wondered: A girl with an innocent family should not be too active, be reserved, and take a long line to catch a big fish, otherwise she will be looked down upon. On second thought: What if this idiot keeps silent? So I designed a set of encounter schemes: in front of the same window in the canteen in the morning, in the elective course, on the playground ... two people who had nothing to do with each other were linked by Wen Jia's "encounter". They are getting more and more familiar with each other. Except Chen Jiang An and Wen Jia, they are all dreaming and waiting, waiting for this idiot to make a difference. Wait, wait, wait until the next semester of the second year of high school, and the flowers of the literati will soon wither.
That early spring night, two people finished running from the playground. On the way to send Wen Jia back to the dormitory, Wen Jia angrily walked beside Jiang 'an. Jiang 'an seemed to perceive where he wouldn't, but Wen Jia was too lazy to ignore him and walked faster and faster. In desperation, Jiang An grabbed her hand, and Wen Jia was secretly happy: Idiot finally understood! But on the surface, I pretended to be very unhappy: why are you grabbing my hand? Jiang 'an hurriedly gave up, but was held back by Wen Jia. Wen Jia faltered: I … I … Wen Jia smiled cunningly: I am an extremely traditional and conservative girl, but if you hold me, you will be responsible for me. Tell me, how are you going to be responsible?
Jiang An finally realized that he was in Wen Jia's way, but he didn't have a bad impression on Wen Jia. Of course he knew what he was thinking. So I decided, slowly say, Jiajia, you can be my girlfriend.
? Wen Jia's heart had already exploded, and he was afraid that he had already flown into the sky. He held Jiang 'an's hand and said, do as you say, but I haven't promised you yet! Then he ran away.
They were together before the cherry blossoms opened, and the starry sky was bright that night.
It turns out that 10 years have passed. Wen Jia sighed and wiped the stain on the range hood. Yuanyuan sat where she could see her playing with toys. Cleaning the kitchen is no trouble at all. Just a lot of oil stains. Just use more detergent. Wen Jia looked at his hand, because of long-term immersion, the fingertips were wrinkled, the wedding ring was also taken off, and there were traces of long-term wear on the ring finger. She suddenly realized that she was 365,438+0 years old and was the mother of a 3-year-old baby. After the golden age, she began to age, and her skin lost its luster and elasticity at the age of 20. Recently, working overtime made her eyes sunken, her eyes dim and her eyes began to droop. She can't help feeling sad. How did she get here? The once fearless devil wears Prada is now sad for her old appearance. She has always advertised herself as an independent woman in the new era. Why? why? She has a job, a career and friends. She is not trapped by marriage and family. When Jiang 'an is at home, he will also do housework and take care of the children together. I've never felt this way before, but now I suddenly think of it. Red eyes.
The afternoon passed quietly, and Wen Jia began to tidy up the study. The reason why they work must have an independent space. Jiang 'an will study here for half an hour in the evening, and then go back to his room to sleep. Wen Jia occasionally works overtime here. There are many things, books, documents and photos piled up. Wen Jia slowly tidy up, one by one looking at the past, as if looking at their history.
One year after their graduation in 2009, Jiang An settled in a software company and Wen Jia worked as an accountant in a construction company. Although the starting point is very low, they move quickly. That is, that year, Jiang An proposed to Wen Jia. I can't wait to see what our home looks like,' he said. The small house is full of our happiness, with your smile and children like you. Three years later, Yuan Yuan was born. Now, it's almost three years. Their photo album has accumulated three thick books, from college to now. Although she already has an electronic photo album, she still likes to print it out and read it repeatedly. Wen Jia held Yuan Yuan in her arms and pointed at her one by one: This was taken at school when Mom and Dad were just together. This was taken when mom and dad went to the West Lake to play. This was taken by mom and dad ... there was no baby at that time ~ Later, mom and dad got married, and we went to Tokyo, Ueno Park, Sensoji Temple, and the Sky Tower ... In the past few years, we had our little round. ...
? Memory is an extremely terrible thing, which makes you mired in a quagmire.
? It was a long night.