laitimes

broken heart

author:LUO YANG OLD
broken heart

The subway at six o'clock this evening is much more crowded than before. A fat woman in a bright red dress gritted her teeth as soon as the subway door opened, picked up her large gray suitcase and threw it into the carriage.

Jezi stands at the entrance of the subway. When he saw a suitcase coming towards him, he quickly avoided it. He hugged the red roses wrapped in pink-purple cellophane in his arms, and his body carefully leaned as close to the middle of the subway as he could. The fat woman saw that Jezi kindly gave him a standing vacant seat, so she very politely thanked him in her rolled tone. In the noisy subway, Jezi did not respond, he just nodded with the other party, and then unconsciously smiled at the black and white roses in the subway door mirror.

"Oh, the boy's flowers are going to be given to his girlfriend, it's so beautiful." Your girlfriend is really so happy. The fat woman couldn't help but laugh to herself as she said. Her cheeks, flushed with excitement, unfolded like a red flower.

"Yes, we've been together for five years." Jezi responded. He also felt that the excitement that had just been suppressed for a long time had already surged up again.

The red flashing lights on the subway station point prompt panel moved forward little by little, setting the place it passed a little harsh light green. When the fat woman got out of the car, she wanted to throw out her suitcase, which was heavier than herself, but unexpectedly Jezi came over to help. After getting off the car, she smiled and thanked again, praised the happiness of Jiezi's girlfriend, and said some blessings that were not very appropriate, such as a century-old good marriage.

Jie Zi still felt happy, and after the subway started, his smile did not calm down for a long time. He tugged at the backpack behind him and moved the strap of the schoolbag on his right shoulder down a little. Sure enough, his silver striped shirt had oozed tiny pink dots the size of a ladybug. His shirt was torn, a staccato crack. In fact, just when he was pushed onto the subway, he had already noticed that his right shoulder was rubbed by a flower thorn. It's just that because the stations at the beginning of the subway are too crowded, he can't spare his mind to look at and treat his wounds while guarding the extremely precious and fragile flowers in his hands. He moved the flowers away from him, then untied the shirt that had been attached to his body, and then took a pack of tissues from the side pocket of his backpack. He tore open the wrapping of the tissue bag, pulled out one, and pasted it on the wound. He didn't feel that much pain. After confirming that the blood on the wound had been wiped away, he put another clean tissue in. He fastened his shirt and pulled the shoulder straps of his backpack on. He felt some pain again, but he was still smiling in the subway window door that kept getting brighter and darker.

For this festival, Jazi has added a week's worth of classes in a row. Finally, this morning, the troublesome client accepted the plan he had changed countless times. It was also in this way that he successfully took an hour off from his boss. He is absolutely convinced of luck, like

——An hour ago, Jezi went to the flower shop. He was not familiar with flowers at all. He told the owner that he wanted to buy a bouquet of roses. The shop owner who was on the phone pointed him to the red flowers outside the door. He recognized the roses, and even if some of the flowers had already been sold, he could tell that the flowers wrapped in cellophane were surrounded by a large heart-shaped pattern. "Hello, may I ask how much does this cost a bouquet?" He asked the shop owner. The boss was still on the phone, just gave him a "two eight eight" gesture. He also made an "OK" gesture in response. Later, he went inside and looked at other types of flowers. When the boss came to greet him after the call, he smiled and said, "I want to buy roses." The boss glanced at the circle of roses outside the store, and then smiled a little awkwardly, "Sir, now all the roses in our store have been booked." I'm really sorry. "He was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered to take out his phone and check the time." So, what other flowers are suitable for giving to your girlfriend today? He turned around and found that the owner had returned to the counter to answer the phone and made a waiting gesture at him. He had to open his phone and search a nearby florist to find out which flowers were suitable for his girlfriend on Valentine's Day. However, the results of the search were not very optimistic, and there was only one flower shop nearby; As for which flowers are suitable for giving to your girlfriend on Valentine's Day? People on the Internet have to say all the names of flowers again. No way, he had to try to open some mall software to see if he could order online.

"Sir, I just got a call from a customer who said he wanted to unsubscribe from roses. Do you still need it here? If needed..."

"To be ~~~"

The shop owner shouted at him from the counter. But before the shop owner finished speaking, Jazi responded in a hurry.

Although the high-speed train from Pengcheng to Yangcheng takes only an hour, Jiezi, who holds a rose in his hand, is still a little impatient. He still had a spring on his face. He cut to his girlfriend's chat window in WeChat.

"Are you off work?" He sent a line. After waiting at the chat window for about ten minutes, the other party finally responded - "En". His slightly calmer mood became high again.

"Are you home?"

"Well"

"Have you eaten?"

"Not yet"

"Why is it so late? Do you still want to cook it yourself? ”

"Well, cook some noodles"

"How? Don't you ask me if I ate it? ”

"E~, have you eaten?"

"Not yet! Today I had to work overtime and met a troublesome customer. ”

"Well, I'm going to eat"

Jezi looked at the chat message with the other party and couldn't help but laugh. He typed text into the dialog box, but after only a while, he deleted all the large paragraphs of text he entered. He put his phone in his pocket. Looking at the speed of the vehicle on the sign of the carriage and the predicted destination of the next station, he was already a little unable to sit still. From time to time, he tidied up his collar and belt, and from time to time he touched the petals to wipe off the dust on them. Suddenly, the phone in my pocket rang. He immediately pulled out his phone anxiously. When he found out that it was not a message from his girlfriend, but a rainstorm warning from his mobile phone operator, he sank his emotions a little more. However, not long after, the arrival announcement of the high-speed train sounded, and the excitement on his face rose again.

  The subway entrance at eight o'clock in Yangcheng is very lively because of the festival. All kinds of boys and girls hugging, the sound of all kinds of vendors, tall trees, and the shadows of trees swaying under street lamps. On the zebra line in front of the subway entrance, there are also a couple walking snuggling up to each other.

  Jiezi took out his mobile phone and opened the official account of a restaurant. Sure enough, it was not much different from what he expected, and there were still thirteen years away from his number. He cut to his girlfriend's chat window again and sent her a message "Hungry or not?" Do you want to eat a big meal? ”。 After receiving the other party's response, he couldn't help but laugh again. But because at the subway entrance, there are always one or two people passing by who will steal their eyes from him. Therefore, he had to choose to converge a little and hide in a dark corner.

  Jezi dialed the first number in the address book.

  "Guess where I am?" He asked.

  "Where?" The other end of the conversation answered.

  "I'm already on your side. It's Valentine's Day, go for a big meal, right? ”

  "What?"

  "I said, let's go have a big meal..."

  While speaking, Jezi couldn't help but laugh to himself.

  "Drip... Drip..."

  The other end of the phone rang twice. Jazi looked at his phone, then walked to a place where the cell phone signal was full and dialed the number again.

  "I'm not feeling well today and don't want to go out." After the call was connected, the other party immediately said.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Nothing, just rest for a while."

  "You're home, I'll see you, okay? Would you like to buy you some medicine? ”

  Jezi said as he began to walk towards the more secret black tree shadows.

  "Don't, no thanks. I'll just take a break. ”

  "It's okay, it's coming, you wait for me for a while."

  "I told you nothing, no need."

The tone on the other end of the phone was already a little urgent and bored, and Jiezi's smile began to shrink little by little, and the excitement was suppressed a little bit.

  "What's wrong? You're outside, right? ”

  Jezi frowned, and his footsteps had stopped. But when he stopped, the other end of the phone came again, "Drip... Drip...". His eyes were round. He dialed the phone again.

"You're outside, aren't you?"

  "Nope!"

  "But I heard you. It's calling over there. ”

  "Eh~, I'm out with friends!"

  "Didn't you say uncomfortable?"

  "Nope. Just now it was a little uncomfortable. ”

  "Just now? You also said that you cooked noodles, and you also said that you were at home. You just said that you were uncomfortable and didn't want to come out. ”

  Jiezi's speech speed began to become urgent. But before he could say a word, there was another "drop... Drip...", the shrill phone hang-up sounded. His eyes were already red. He ignored it and dialed the phone again.

  "Did you date another man?" Where are you! Where are you! ”

  Jezi pulled away the voice and began to shout while walking back and forth under the tree. His flower-pierced right shoulder, bloodshot had seeped through the tissue he had put on and onto his shirt.

  "Drip... Drip..."

  Before Jezi could vent his anger, two more harsh voices came from the other end of the phone. He dropped the flower in his hand to the ground and tried to dial the phone again. However, this time there was no "Hello, the number you are calling is temporarily unavailable, please dial again later." It is to send "Hello, the number you dialed has activated the call reminder function, and we will notify each other by SMS..." It was like he was crazy, making calls, making calls, making calls, and constantly making calls.

  Finally, a prompt came from the other end of the phone that the phone was turned off. After the prompt was broadcast several times, Jazi pressed the phone off and put it back in his pocket. But as soon as the mobile phone left the hand, there was a burst of message tones immediately. He quickly took out his phone again, and when he saw it, he leaned against a nearby tree trunk - it was just a WeChat message from a scheduled restaurant, saying that his queue number had arrived and he could go in and eat.

  There were more cars on the road, and the traffic lights were still shining on the backs of a group of couples. At the edge of the sky, several weak thunderbolts flashed. Not long after, the crisp sound of rain began to seep into the hot weather.

A couple holding umbrellas walked through the traffic light and passed in front of Jezi. When they were about to enter the subway entrance, the girl suddenly said to the boy, "Just that man, his girlfriend cheated." He actually tracked here. Terrible. "

  Jezi stared straight in the direction where the voice came from. It wasn't until his vision no longer had two pairs of people that he raised his head - the sky was several layers dark, the oblique street lamps were shining on the side, yellow and yellow seemed to have some temperature, those rain powders, were grains, white, many of them fell into the eyes, the whole body was cool, sour, so uncomfortable...

  Slowly, the sound of the rain became louder and denser, and the sky suddenly became darker. At the entrance of the subway, the vendors began to be anxious, some of them pushed the small stall car and began to run to avoid the rain, some began to support umbrellas, they were busy with the work in hand, and they did not forget to desperately pull up their hoarse voices to shout——

  "Sell flowers, sell flowers, ten dollars a handful..."