"I have no problem following her, but she just said Chen Yu..." Dong Qiangqiang has never told his parents what happened to his ex-girlfriend. He doesn't know why Dong's mother suddenly mentioned her.
"That's right," Father Dong sighed, "Do you still remember that you had a college classmate who went to Germany before you, but suddenly returned to China last year?"
"Yeah, remember."
"He somehow found out our landline number and called us two years ago. He took the opportunity to pay us New Year greetings to learn about your overseas trip. From what he said, it seemed like he was planning to go abroad again this year. Go to Germany. He said he wanted to consult with you about issues related to the APS certificate, and asked us for your mobile phone number. We had never heard you mention this classmate in particular before, so we didn’t know if you were willing, so we didn’t give him a mobile phone. I only gave you your email address. During the chat, he had no intention of talking about Chen Yu's misfortune in the United States." Father Dong sighed again after finishing speaking, "This incident is both sudden and painful. Chen Yu is a good girl, so It’s such a pity to be so young…”
Now Dong Qiangqiang understood everything.
"You know your mother has never wanted you to go abroad. She just said that without any other meaning." Seeing that Dong Qiangqiang did not ask what happened to Chen Yu, Father Dong guessed that he should have known about it for a long time, and couldn't help but He breathed a sigh of relief, "After learning about this, your mother often said that if you and Chen Yu got married right after graduation, maybe you wouldn't go to Germany and she wouldn't go to New York."
Father Dong was still saying something, but Dong Qiangqiang didn't listen to a word. Those past events were pulled out from a corner of his heart like the sand at the bottom of the sea being rolled up by an undercurrent that came from nowhere, and were replayed scene by scene in his mind.
"If" is a magic word that can transport people into another imaginary time and space. If he and Chen Yu had not broken up, Chen Yu might not have gone to New York, and they might even have arrangements to get married in two or three years. If Lu Wei had not been the shooter, he might not have been in jail, and he might have graduated. If Lei Lanting hadn't gone shirtless, he wouldn't have left a car full of people in despair and fled back to Germany alone. If Lao Bai was not obsessed with evil spirits, he would not be lame and divorced. It’s just that there are no ifs in life. Every choice that everyone makes, good or bad, will eventually fall on themselves.
Listening to Dong Qiangqiang's silence, Dong's father continued: "If you don't call home too much, your mother is always worried that you are not safe there, and she can't sleep well. She watches TV and surfs the Internet every day to read things related to Germany. News, I’m afraid you might also encounter attacks like those from the United States... Hey, Qiang Qiang, are you still listening?"
Dong Qiangqiang was brought back to reality by Father Dong's call: "Well..."
Father Dong guessed that he was depressed and a little angry in his heart. Mother Dong spoke so freely, and it was not easy to complain about her wife in front of her son, so she could only bring the topic back to the preparatory studies for the next semester, and gave her a few reminders and concerns. After paying attention to all aspects, the conversation ended.
Overlooking the sky and water outside the cliff, listening to the roaring sea breeze in his ears, Dong Qiangqiang held the railing with his hands and unconsciously walked towards the front of the cliff, feeling an uncontrollable strangeness in his heart. He once thought that he would no longer be too sad about this incident, but his parents' words made him discover that those thoughts that should not be easily shared with others were all sleeping in a corner of his mind. When stimulated by external messages, They wake up from their sleep again.
Just as he was walking towards the railing at the end of the cliff in a daze, the ring tone of his cell phone rang happily again, and the dynamic melody interrupted his thoughts.
"Tomorrow night at seven o'clock," Lao Bai's familiar voice came from the mobile phone, "Sunset Bar in Riomaggiore Village. See you there."
The deep and melodious bells echoed in the dusk, and Dong Qiangqiang gradually woke up. Like an ancient stone, he stood on the edge of the cliff for a long time, overlooking the gradually dimming sea in front of him, and the wave after wave of waves.
After walking in Cinque Terre for a day and a half, Dong Qiangqiang was waiting at the door of the Sunset Bar, drinking cocktails and admiring Riomaggiore, the most romantic village in Cinque Terre.
Due to the weak degree of commercialization, the nightlife in Cinque Terre is lackluster. As the most prosperous entertainment venue in the area, the Sunset Bar is not difficult to find. The bar is located on a huge light brown rock. The decoration is as casual as the nearby buildings. The wide indoor terrace on the top floor can have a panoramic view of the entire sea and beach. The steep steps outside extend from the gaps in the rock to the distance. Quiet and tangled alleys.
It was almost March now, and it was getting completely dark later and later. On the sea, the pink sunset slowly draws the sunlight into the seabed. Colorful buildings line the almost vertical ridge down to the picturesque harbor below, where ships of all types are moored. When the wild wind blows from all directions, the reflections of the flickering mountains, the maze-like steps, the reflections of various terraces, and the reflections of the large sunset glow all ripple on the sea, and the ripples mix together, like a wave. A flowing oil painting.
Through the dim street light, Dong Qiangqiang vaguely saw two vague figures appearing at the end of the steps halfway up the mountain. It was Tong Lele and Lao Bai who had arrived late.
The mountain road was not easy to walk, and Lao Bai walked very slowly.
Dong Qiangqiang suddenly noticed that Lao Bai did not use a cane, but Tong Lele's hand was supporting him on one side.
The figures of the two people flickered in and out of view on the rugged steps. When they finally stood in front of the Sunset Bar, Dong Qiangqiang suddenly discovered that Lao Bai had changed.
When they broke up a few days ago, Lao Bai's hairstyle was still an unruly parting, but now it has become a lean, short-cut hairstyle. His eyes are bright and lively, and when he is not smiling, he is still a bit gangster. Although the cheekbones are still high, the face is obviously much rounder. The short white stubble looks like a layer of sugar stuck to his chin. The bloated and thick down jacket has been replaced by a dark brown leather jacket, paired with water-brushed blue jeans and orange Martin boots. The whole person looks sharp and capable, without the decadence when he first set off.
Dong Qiangqiang looked him up and down for a few seconds, then pointed at the top of his head in surprise: "You got a haircut..."
"If he is handsome," Lao Bai turned his head and looked at Tong Lele beside him very naturally, "it is Lele's contribution."
Dong Qiangqiang's eyes fell on Tong Lele's hand.
Tong Lele noticed the confusion in Dong Qiangqiang's eyes before she spoke, and quickly pulled her hand away from Lao Bai's forearm. At the same time, she asked the two boys in front of her with a smile: "What are you drinking? I'll be the host tonight."
"Just buy Lao Bai's wine." Dong Qiangqiang raised his cocktail, "I'll finish the glass in my hand first."
"What are you drinking?" Tong Lele asked Lao Bai, "Fruit juice? Vegetable juice? Or sparkling water?"
Dong Qiangqiang suddenly thought for some reason: Tong Lele's suggestion didn't contain a drop of wine.
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