This is the first social car accident in Meng Yun’s memory. It happened in April 2018, at the entrance of a broken restaurant called Luxi Town in the southwest border. The witnesses included a yellow dog and three hens on the roadside.

"No." Meng Yun's face was calm and he refused to admit it. "I was too tired just now and didn't want to speak. I remember you are from the same dormitory as He Jiashu."

Chen Yue said: "Well, I'll be in the same dormitory as him."

Meng Yun couldn't hear his tone, and he didn't want to figure it out. He glanced at the chopsticks on the table. While judging the cleanliness of the chopsticks, he changed the topic: "Do you have contacted your college classmates?"

Chen Yue said: "Just two or three good relationships."

Meng Yun guessed that there must be He Jiashu among these two or three people. As He Jiashu's former girlfriend, Meng Yun often heard him mention Chen Yue and occasionally had intersections with Chen Yue.

But later, He Jiashu went to the United States, Meng Yun joined the entertainment company, and had less contact with his classmates.

She was originally close to her two other girls in the same class. As friends, two of them were always closer.

Meng Yun is the third one.

She doesn't care about the subtle details and still gets along happily.

But after graduation, both roommates left Shanghai and were not in the same city, so they naturally had fewer contacts.

Two or three months ago, when Lin Yiyang's small trumpet incident was at its worst, Zhihu asked: "Is it Meng Yun, the lyricist on "Sea"? No information is found online. Does anyone know who Meng Yun is?"

The first answer is anonymous:

"I'm so famous, do you believe it or not. Meng Yun's college student, my classmate was very poor when he was studying. Everyone said that her school beauty was not the appearance I like, and she felt plastic surgery. She relied on her beauty and had a good family background and a very bad temper, but she was very good at having affair with boys. She played very well and understood naturally. At that time, many people chased her and changed several boyfriends, and seamlessly switched without the kind that men couldn't do. Later, she liked our class grass, who was a top student and had a lot of money at home. She used famous brands at that time.

She bought it from Bancao. She is very good at chasing Bancao. When she was chasing Bancao, she went straight into the room at night while she was traveling in the class. Bancao was very nice to her and couldn't resist her restlessness. She had poor grades, didn't study, and was devoted to participating in various auditions, and was still canvassing votes in the hospital. At that time, she could see that she wanted to become famous. Objectively speaking, she did know a variety of instruments, and she was self-reliant and wanted to be a star. With her qualifications, let's get it. I guess she couldn't be a star, and she fantasized about falling in love with traffic."

However, since Meng Yun is an amateur, not many people answer questions.

In the third answer, she saw the real name of her roommate Jiang Yan: "Don't you betrayal? First of all, you said you are in the same class as her, do you dare to sign up for your real name? What qualifications do you have to reveal an anonymous person who doesn't even dare to reveal the online name?"

Meng Yun was moved, but he didn't tell Jiang Yan.

She has too strong self-esteem.

At this moment, she didn't want to see Chen Yue.

In the past few months, she has been depressed and can no longer work properly.

I came here without intention, it was purely a fever.

Whether it is self-exile or hiding from quietness, I don’t want to meet an acquaintance at the least.

Chen Yue poured tea into the bowl, washed out a pair of dishes and handed it to her, but he didn't wash his part.

Meng Yun was listless and did not speak.

There is an old man in the restaurant who comes out to blow the evening breeze after dinner.

He picked up a bamboo tube at the door, squatted on the steps, took out a small paper bag from his arms with one hand, and carefully untied it; his fingers were old, black and yellow, and he twisted out an unknown object, forming a small ball, and stuffed it on a small piece of bamboo branch connected to the bottom of the bamboo tube.

The matches were rubbed and lit.

The old man's mouth was stuffed into the opening at the top of the bamboo tube, and he sucked it suddenly. The sound of water in the tube was gurgling, and the blue smoke was pulled out of the tube, pounced on the old man's face.

He was satisfied and let out a sip of smoke and took a few more sips.

Another old man came, took the bamboo tube and went to pump.

Several old men squatted together to share their postures, with a happy posture.

Meng Yun suddenly remembered the eye-catching anti-drug notice when he landed in Changshui Airport. He felt a little energetic and said, "I'm going, are you so crazy?"

Chen Yue said: "This is the hookah. The tobacco smoked."

Meng Yun: “…Oh.”

The boss's wife serves the food.

Stir-fried pea tips, garlic and pumpkin seedlings, bitter vegetable soup with dipping sauce.

Chen Yue picked up the dipping sauce and called out: "My daughter, don't have coriander."

The boss lady: "Oh, you just said hello, I forgot, I'll change it to you right away."

Meng Yun said: "You don't eat coriander either?"

Chen Yue didn't answer.

Meng Yun found that he really didn't like to talk. He was shy, just like when he was in college.

She was so hungry that the vegetables were very fresh when they were eaten. But the bitter vegetable, chewed it, the bitter taste was full, and the first bite was almost spit out.

Chen Yue took his chin and pointed at the dipping sauce.

Meng Yun did the same thing, dipped it in seasoning, and it barely tasted a little fresh.

The three plates of dishes were collected cleanly and not wasted at all.

The sun had set. The two set out for Qinglin Town, which was half an hour away - the transportation was an electric tricycle.

Meng Yun followed Chen Yue toward the tricycle. When he saw a wooden board behind the car as a seat, he felt a little shocked.

Thinking of herself as if she was piled on a tricycle like a piece of goods, countless "fucks" flashed through her mind.

Chen Yue brought the suitcase into the car. Meng Yun bit his teeth and climbed up quickly with a look of death to sit down. His posture was as calm as a cargo. He died early and said, "Go away quickly."

The tricycle left Luxi Town and walked on the mountainous fields, with a light jutting the road ahead.

Meng Yun looked back and saw that the sky was dark blue and heavy, leaving only a small moon-white floating cloud on the hill to the west, like a treasure sinking on the deep sea.

Even at night, the vision is wide.

There are rice fields, ponds, and lotus leaves nearby; there are pastures, forests, and mountains far away.

After walking for a while, I started to go up the mountain, and the narrow road turned into a cliff. A small cluster of fireflies in the canyon was the town of Luxi just now, shining in the night fog.

The mountains are stretching, and the peaks are tiny waves, stacked layer by layer, like silent waves under the moon.

The night wind blew, and the waves formed by the mountain gradually engulfed the fireflies.

Not long after walking forward, another small cluster of fluorescent light emerged from the canyon, which was a bit surprising and wonderful.

The tricycle turned and began to go downhill, and the night in the mountains was blocked by towering trees.

Meng Yun knew that he was coming soon.

Perhaps because the lights were on at night, the streets of Qinglin Town looked warmer than Luxi Town.

The town is not big, built along the mountain, and the houses are all made of wooden structures. The paths are stacked and winding upwards, turning a few alleys, and reaching the entrance of a house.

Walking into the courtyard, it was like entering a haunted house, and the night was falling.

Meng Yun has weak eyelids and slow senses.

She forgot how she walked through the patio, entered the house, and went up the attic along the small stairs; she was also indifferent to the rooms with a smell of damp wood and the simple arrangement.

The attic is low, about ten square meters, with a bamboo bed and a wooden cabinet, a bamboo table and a rattan chair.

A floor-standing fan is placed beside the bed, and two brand new plastic water basins are stacked on the ground, with towels, toothpaste and water cups inside.

The wooden floor creaked when you step on it, and it couldn't hide any movement.

Chen Yue helped her put the box and said, "Go out of the bathroom, on the right side of the patio. You wash up first and have a good rest. If you have any problems, I will live opposite the patio."

Meng Yun lowered his air pressure and said, "Thank you."

Chen Yue seemed to want to comfort something, but in the end he didn't say anything and brought the door with him when he left.

On the stairs, his footsteps dissipated.

Meng Yun sat on the box.

The incandescent light bulb above the head was radiating dimly light, and a few mosquitoes were circling around.

There was silence inside the four walls, and the night insects were chirping behind the house.

Her mind was empty, and a string of red "Family Little Walls" barrage was spinning around her head.

She took a selfie, depressed and depressed.

I made an emoticon: "Repent. The person involved is very regretful."

Meng Yun posted the emoticons to his Moments and blocked his family group.

Lin Yiyang had a separate group, and she did not block him.

send.

The phone is quiet and there is no information.

Meng Yun sat for a while, unboxing, tidying up his clothes, and wandered around in place, but nowhere to be seen.

She went downstairs with toiletries in her arms.

Through a patio, Chen Yue lived opposite her. Seeing her outfit, he walked over and said, "The toilet is here."

There is a black hut on the side of the small building. Chen Yue reached out and touched the light.

The incandescent lamp is yellow, the toilet is not big, and it is very simple.

The walls and floors are built of cement and the ceiling is covered with asbestos tiles.
To be continued...