life after death

Chapter 1

For most people, life is not an adventure, but an overwhelming torrent. — Raymond Carver

The vegetable market in the western suburbs is not big. It was originally a vegetable stall for old ladies in the countryside to exchange vegetables. Later, several high-rise buildings were built, and a university was added. The second farmers market in the west of the city".

"The second farmer's market in the west of the city" is a Chinese word, and there are neatly stacked shops on three sides.On the left is a string of juicy vegetables such as gherkins and tomatoes, on the right are aquatic products and local eggs, and there are two specialties selling pepper aniseed and pork.There is a lot of miscellaneous in the middle, there is a rice shop, two small noodle restaurants, a roast duck restaurant, Sichuan-style snacks, and in the middle——located in the middle like stars and moons, is a pastry shop.

What's the name of that pastry shop?Xiangyang?Chaoyang?I don't know, the words on the signboard have faded. I only know that the pastries are first-class and the people who come to line up every day can turn a few corners.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon that day, and the sun was shining. The store's daughter, Hu Yingying, had just finished her business and was sitting on a bench cracking melon seeds.Beside her were a few small animals raised by the snack bar, squawking.

She saw only one big white goose sitting silently on the ground among a pile of disheveled duck heads, and suddenly became interested, and took out a handful of melon seeds and handed them over: "Nononuo, do you want to eat? Do you want to eat? "

The big white goose glanced at her condescendingly for a while, then turned back, and just as Hu Yingying withdrew her hand, she stretched her neck and pecked at her finger!Then he chased after her, with her big flat mouth like a timer, beeping, beeping, beeping, Hu Yingying was so frightened that she rolled off the bench and scattered the melon seeds all over the floor.

Fortunately, it had a red string tied to its feet, she thought, this is his grandma's little bastard, he is so fierce that he deserves to be eaten!

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, she stretched out her hand to slap that ignorant little thing, but was caught by the proprietress.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, what are you doing, you, how did you provoke you? You are messing with my things!"

The proprietress snatched the big white goose, gave Hu Yingying another look and muttered, "It's not clean."

Her muttering fell into Hu Yingying's ears, like throwing a stone into boiling water, and the pot exploded on the spot: "Fuck! I'm not clean? Who is not clean! You should clean my mouth, who Stealing two or two geese from your family is not enough for our store, you really think I like it!"

"That's not necessarily the case. Some people want to pick watermelons, but also sesame seeds." The proprietress pointed her finger horizontally, "Look for yourself, ah, look at how much space your bamboo poles take up, you know, this is a public Area, our house is squeezed by you and there is nothing left. There is nothing left to hang clothes with a broken rope, and when the wind blows, ouch, there is a smell!"

Hu Yingying sneered: "What? Is it hindering your business? I don't think there are many people in your shop without those aprons."

"Once this white apron is hung, it blows like a mourning flag, who will come in!"

"Bah, bah, bah! What a funeral flag, I see you are quite old and have a big mouth, you can say anything, dirty—"

Hu Yingying put her hands on her hips, she was in the midst of a scolding battle, when she suddenly stopped her mouth as if her throat was being choked, her face flushed slightly, her eyes looked irregularly into the corner.

A young man came out.

A young man with a smile came out of the shadows like a ray of light.

That person is Su Junping.

"Yingying, I haven't seen you for a while, you're back from vacation. Do you have some mung bean cake?"

Hu Yingying twisted the hem of her clothes, and said: "I'm really sorry, the express sold today will be gone in half a day. If... next time I will save a copy for you."

Su Junping said thank you, then nodded and smiled at the proprietress, the atmosphere between the two women was disturbed by him, and the quarrel could no longer continue.

Of course Su Junping didn't notice this. He just finished working overtime and was dizzy with hunger. As a result, the snacks were also sold out. He sighed and said to go home and eat a bag of instant noodles.

After entering the community with this in mind, the elevator door was slowly closing as soon as he stepped into the gate, and there was a faint figure inside, Su Junping quickly shouted: "Wait, wait for me!"

The people inside actually stopped the door when they heard what they said. Su Junping rushed in, only to feel dizzy without food support, and his footsteps were weak. He lowered his head and panted to say thank you. His tone didn't come up.

Isn't this...Chen Yilin?

All of a sudden, meeting an enemy on a narrow road, meeting an enemy on a narrow road, and meeting an enemy on a narrow road, his mind quickly rolled around until he thought of the enemy, and then he was shocked, and saw him staring at him blankly, with the corners of his eyes hooked all the way to his temples.

It's still the same as before, Su Junping thought to himself, it's been a few years since we haven't seen each other, and it's getting more and more...so what.

Chen Yilin looked at him for a long time before saying, "Which floor are you going to?"

Only then did Su Junping realize that he hadn't pressed the floor button yet, he despised himself from the bottom of his heart, and hurriedly pressed the floor button.

The elevator went up slowly, Su Junping leaned on the side and looked at him, while chatting with each other.

"long time no see."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"I heard brother Wen said that you plan to study in graduate school? That's amazing."

"Fortunately, there are so many graduate students now."

"That's still amazing. People like me, alas. Anyway, without a diploma, life is difficult."

"No, it's good, everyone has their own aspirations."

……

Su Junping felt that he couldn't continue talking.

He secretly looked at Chen Yilin, but he didn't know that Chen Yilin was also looking at him secretly.It's just that the eyes are more hidden.

Chen Yilin held the phone and turned slightly to the side. On the black screen was the figure of Su Junping, with a faint smile on his mouth.His breathing became heavy for a moment, and he quickly regained his composure. He just lowered his head, and the broken hair on his forehead cast a shadow on his face.

He turned on the phone and opened the draft box:

"Xiao Jun, long time no see. How have you been these past few years? No matter what, good health is the best. I heard Wang Wenjie say that you are going to work at the stock exchange..."

Scroll down, there are several densely packed pages.

He took a deep breath, and it took a long time before he let it out and said, "Xiao Jun——"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a loud bang.

Su Junping was taken aback: "Oh, I'm going! What's wrong!"

Chen Yilin pressed the button to open the door and said, "It seems that the elevator has stopped."

At that time, Su Junping became angry, and miraculously suppressed the phrase "Your mother, your mother" on the tip of his tongue after he glanced at Chen Yilin.

Taking advantage of this moment, the humanoid fire extinguisher has already pressed the distress button.

"That's it?! Where's the person?" Su Junping asked.

"That's it. If there is no reply, he will find someone to fix it."

Chen Yilin thought for a while, as if comforting him, and said, "It doesn't matter."

These four words engulfed a hard momentum, like ice slag, Su Junping only felt more embarrassed, wishing he could hit the wall and pass out.

He leaned his head against the wall for a while, and heard the phone ringing, and saw that it was the movement in the chat room.

Omont: What are you doing now?

Su Junping sighed, cheered up and went back:

Egg tarts: Playing elevator prison play

Omont: ...are you stuck in an elevator?

Egg tart: yes

Omont: Then hurry up and call the police!

Egg Tart: I've pressed the SOS button, now I'm waiting.Let's not talk about this, today I met a classmate

and then?

Very good classmates, but they parted ways in the end?

He was like a bulging volcano eager to find an eruption outlet, but the word "parted ways" was poured like a bucket of cold water, and his heart was covered with frostbite, which was itchy and painful.

So when the other party had no time to reply, he typed another line:

Egg Tart: Do you want to hear the story of that year?

That was six years ago.