"You are belated joy"

(Once the name "Warm Scent of Nephrite")

Text/Gu Lezhi

01

In March, Hangzhou City is hot and cold, and spring, summer, autumn and winter are one season a day.

Ruan Yu chose to go back to his hometown on a sunny day.

I got news a while ago that the old house there was about to be demolished. Nostalgic people don’t listen to such things the most. Anyway, they are idle, so they just go back and take a look.

The Ruan family's old house is built in the urban-rural fringe of Su City. It is surrounded by similar private houses, with mint green outer walls, three stories high, and a triangular attic on the top.

Ruan Yu moved out from here after graduating from high school, and hasn't been back in nearly eight years.

The empty house was just swept away not long ago, and there was too much dust, but there was an old atmosphere. She unlocked the lock and walked around to the attic.

There were some old things from her school days there.

The wooden ladder leading to the attic was squeaking. After the curtains were opened, golden light shone in, and some tiny dust mustard floated in the air.

After a simple cleaning, Ruan Yu moved out an old wooden box and sat down on the ground with his legs crossed. As soon as he unboxed the box cover, his phone rang.

She plugged in her headphones and connected it, and she kept rummaging through the box.

A female voice came from the earbuds: "Miss Ruan, after receiving this call, it means that as of 1:00 pm on March 19, you have not submitted a new outline to your former editor. And that day, it has been eleven months since you finished your book."

Ruan Yu laughed: "It's all my ex, you're ruthless in raising debts?"

"Please ask the debtor to correct his attitude."

She looked at the ceiling and sighed: "Ms. Shen, Miss Ruan remembers that she said that she will definitely give it to you at the end of March."

"So have she chosen the subject?"

Ruan Yu fell down and sniffed and replied: "No."

The person on the other end of the phone became irritable: "It's eleven months old, Ruan Yu has finished his confinement after giving birth! You are a full-time writer. Do you want to be completely out of date?"

She casually opened a diary in the box, looked at it without a glance, and said perfunctorily: "When you have no inspiration, writing books may be no easier than having children."

"You are working behind closed doors at home every day. Who is the reason for inspiration for you? Writing a book..."

Shen Mingying was still nagging, but Ruan Yu suddenly disappeared. Her eyes fell on the diary, and her whole body seemed to be frozen.

The old paper turned slightly yellow in the sun, and the passage was written on it: "On May 11th, the weather was sunny. I met Xu Huaisong three times today. The first time, I went to the office with my English test papers. I met him and a few boys in their class standing in the corridor and being scolded. The director of the teaching director is really a murderer..."

"The second time, I passed by the school art gallery and found him squatting in the grass nearby and feeding a stray cat canned. It turned out that he liked cats too, which was great."

"The third time, I went to physical education class and saw him running around the playground alone. He took off his glasses and looked so good. No wonder there were always girls who brought him water. I bought water, but I didn't dare to give it. If my father knew that my early love partner was a student in his class, then Xu Huaisong might be in trouble! Oh, but he might not be willing to fall in love with me early..."

Ruan Yu didn't say anything for too long. Shen Mingying thought something had happened to her and asked where she was.

She replied "in my hometown". After saying that, her eyes gazing at the diary became brighter: "Mingying, I have it."

"What's there, I think of the topic?"

"Yes, background campus, how about the theme crush?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and then: "Ballballyou is more awake! The pain of youthful pain that moans without illness has been buried in love with literature for eight hundred years and has no future!"

Ruan Yu glanced at the diary: "But... do you still remember Xu Huaisong?"

Shen Mingying ignored this strange twist and asked: "Who?"

"Our high school, the one in Class 10."

"Oh... I'm tall and thin but not talking much. The one you had a crush on back then? You won't meet him in Su City, right?"

Xu Huaisong is indeed from Su City, and his grandmother's house is also nearby, but as far as Ruan Yu knows, he left here earlier than her, and his friends around him have not heard from him for many years.

She closed the diary with a smile: "How can you do it? Do you think it's a novel?" She thought about it and said, "I won't talk about it for now. I'll give you an outline in a few days, and I'll be dead."

When he returned to Hangzhou City, Ruan Yu began to think about the new article that night and finalized the outline in three days. Inspiration was exhausted for eleven months, his thoughts were like a spring for the first time.

After sending the outline to Shen Mingying's email, she received her WeChat message: Isn't this what you and Xu Huaisong do?

That's right.

Are you planning to challenge a tragic story of a heroine who loves the hero alone?

Heartbroken.

Ruan Yu called him by voice: "Are I so stupid as to dig my own grave? It's not a documentary column. The male protagonist doesn't like the female protagonist anymore, and he is still called a romance novel?"

Xu Huaisong doesn’t like her, but art comes from life and is higher than life. Can’t she adapt her bitter unrequited love into a two-way secret love?

Shen Mingying was cheering on the other end: "I understand, it turns out that this is the author's own fantasy."

Ruan Yu choked. There was nothing wrong with saying this.

"Okay, but I remind you that the cool and cool style of Xu Huaisong is no longer so eye-catching now. With the campus and a crush on these slow-heating elements, I guess the data in this article will not be too beautiful."

Ruan Yu seemed to be thinking very happily and said with a smile: "Try it. If you don't have it, just treat it as a self-entertainment. You said it was a fantasy."

After hanging up the phone, she took a cup of milk tea to the computer, started flipping through the diary, and was about to pick a few memes to try writing. She hadn't started writing for too long, so she had to find out the feel of the hand first.

After turning a few times, she stopped on the page with an extremely large number of words.

The paper is densely packed with handwriting, and the handwriting is flying and phoenix, and every stroke seems to show the surging and surging. The time recorded is New Year's Day in the third year of high school.

Ruan Yu recalled for a moment and remembered it.

That day was the whole high school age. In that one-man show-style secret love, she and Xu Huaisong were closest to each other.

The New Year's Eve fireworks were crowded with people that night. She pretended to be careless and stood quietly on his right side. Unexpectedly, the silver flowers in the fire exploded and suddenly he held his hand.

She turned her head in surprise, but in the clear destruction of light and shadow, she saw a sorry expression on his face.

He let go of his hand, pushed the pair of thin-edged glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I'm wrong."

Ruan Yu typed this paragraph into the document.

But she guessed that readers must have thought about her when they saw this: Since the male protagonist said "the wrong way", there should be someone who is "right". It seems that the person is not the heroine.

Boring! Abandon the article!

She supported her head and thought for a while, typed a line of words, and added a paragraph behind her: After saying this, his heart beat like a drum, and the banging sound from his chest was even more violent than the fireworks on his head.

——This implies that the so-called "wrong" is the excuse for the male protagonist.

After writing, Ruan Yu took a sip of the milk tea at hand.

Why does it really make you entertain yourself?

At the same time, the district in Su City, more than 100 kilometers away, was about to be demolished. In a private attic, a girl in school uniform ran downstairs with a box in her arms: "Mom, are these ragged iron still useful?"

Tao Rong looked into her hand: "It's all your brother's things from high school, pack them up and pack them up."

Xu Huaishi said "Oh", put down the box that had accumulated dust, and picked up an old mobile phone inside: "When I was in high school, did you use such a broken elderly phone? It really feels like the age."

"I'm afraid that I'll affect my studies, so I bought it for him." Tao Rong glanced at her and said, "Don't touch your brother's things."

"Isn't it just a broken phone, and I can't turn on it without battery..." She was muttering by pressing the boot button, but unexpectedly, the screen of the phone suddenly lit up, which scared her.

It's still usable after so many years. Is it a mobile phone or a fighter?

Xu Huaishi was stunned for a moment. Seeing Tao Rong looking over, she hid her phone, squatted down and buried her head, and then turned her back to fiddle with her.

The old-fashioned non-smart phone has no password after turning on it. Press and hold the asterisk button and click "Confirm" to unlock it. She pressed it a few randomly and entered the main page, and then pressed it twice to see the "Phone Book".

Neither has a contact person.

I returned to the "SMS" interface, but I didn't see a text message.

Yes, this is very "Xu Huai Song".

There was nothing, she planned to turn off the phone, but before quitting, she noticed the number next to the "Draft Box" column at the bottom of the page: 327.

Draft of Article 327? Is her brother doing math problems on this elderly machine?

Xu Huaishi struggled for a moment, clicked in, and opened it casually.

The recipient is empty. Editing time: 0:10 on January 1, 2010. Content: I lie to you, I am right. Happy New Year.

Xu Huaishi's hand shook and smelled the breath of early love through the screen.

Early love? What kind of person does her brother have?

Her posture of holding her phone suddenly became pious.
Chapter completed!