To Your Island

Drinking carrot juice every day, Wang Jiexiang can gradually taste the difference in each cup.

Some are sweeter, some are lighter, and some are astringent. She prefers to drink sweet carrot juice, so she bought a bag of sugar to take home.

The outer shell of the white sugar packaging is paper, which is inconvenient to store on the stove. Wang Jiexiang went through the box to find a container that could hold it.

On the top floor of the large cabinet in her home, she took out a tin can stuffed in the corner.

The outer packaging of the iron can reads "Milk Soup Sauce", and the lower part of the word "Sauce" is not clearly visible due to wear. Wang Jiexiang shook the jar, it was quite heavy.

Open it, and a whole jar is filled with many folded papers.

Wang Jiexiang shook a piece of paper randomly, it was a piece of letter paper.

The handwriting on the letter is unfamiliar and does not belong to Yin Xian.

[Island, Zhanxin Zhujia:

The summer is really boring, the sun is so big, my window is broken and can't be opened. I stayed in the house all morning and walked around with my shoes on my feet, so I came to write to you again.

How are you doing at the boarding school? Do you have an electric fan there?

The first two times your letter mentioned childhood, I can't let go of it. Recently, I always think of it frequently.

My childhood was not very happy.

It was such a hot summer in my memory. It was popular among friends to eat a kind of "booger candy", which means white is the sour black plum candy. I watched them smashing the candies and eating them with relish. They couldn't help but drool, but no matter how they asked my mother, she refused to buy them for me. Once a little friend generously poured me a few booger candies, and I held them in my palms not willing to eat them. When I got home, the sugar was heated, and I licked it with my palms flat. This scene happened to be seen by my mother. She scolded me for nothing, took off my pants, and she beat me severely.

After hitting there, I thought about booger candy more and more. When I walked into the small shop, I looked at the stationery on the surface, but I was actually sneaking at the snack cabinet selling booger candy. While the boss didn't pay attention, I slipped a box of booger candy and hid it in my pants pocket. I successfully walked out of the small shop, but the boss didn't stop me, holding the hot potato, I didn't dare to go to school or go home. Run to the back door of the school, where there is an alley shaded by trees. I unpacked the booger candy with my trembling hand, and saw no one around. I looked up in spite of it and poured it into my throat.

You must not think of what it tastes like, I dare say it is the most unpalatable food I have ever eaten.

Obviously a small one tastes sour and sweet, but a whole box really looks like chewing nose, dry and smelly, sour. Recalling my childhood, it is probably the same way. I ate it all over, hoping to get rid of it early, but it took root in my stomach and became rotten. I had indigestion. For a long time, I felt the smell of disgusting and disgusting smell in my body.

Island, I feel that we can be friends because we have similar parts.

PS: I hope you will like the book I sent you.

wish

Happy life

Your pen pal: Aru]

Wang Jiexiang finished reading the first paper and couldn't stop anymore.

She then opened the second, third, fourth...Finally, she unfolded all the letter papers.

The letter paper here is received by a person whose pen name is "Island", from his pen pals.

In the letter, they talk about mood, life, and childhood; talk about their views on things, the definition of love, family, and friendship; talk about their dreams, books they have read, favorite movies, and a regret last month ...

Wang Jiexiang had no way of knowing how "Island" responded.

But from the abundant emotional expression in the letter, they must be frankly communicating with each other through letters.

Through the scattered information mentioned in the letter, she pieced together the appearance of a high school teenager in her mind. He has excellent grades, a boring life, a two-point line between school and boarding school, and he has an unhappy childhood.

That is what Yin Xian never shared with her, his past.

According to the crease of the letter, Wang Jiexiang restored them to their original form. She placed the tin can in a conspicuous place, and gathered up the dishes to be eaten tonight.

Beat the eggs.

Wash the cabbage and cut the cabbage.

Break the garlic, chop garlic.

She does it all so skillfully. They have been together for almost a year, and she knows what kind of flavour she likes to make every dish, how much spicy and how much salt to add.

Returning to his usual state, Wang Jiexiang's mood calmed down a little.

Yin Xian went home from get off work.

As soon as he entered the door, Wang Jiexiang rushed over and gave him a big hug.

"Did your work go well today?"

Yin Xian smiled at her, the tiredness on her face covered by the smile brilliantly.

"smoothly."

He washed his hands, got ready for dinner, and sat down at the table.

On a rare day a week, the two of them can have dinner together.

Seeing that Yin Xian hadn't noticed, Wang Jiexiang took the initiative to tell him about the tin can.

"By the way, today I bought white sugar and wanted to put it in a jar. I only found a jar of soufflé sauce at home, which you put on the cabinet."

Yin Xian followed her gaze and glanced at the tin can.

"Well," he nodded, his expression unchanged: "Can it work? The longer jar is out, you have to wash it. If it can't be used, I'll find something else for you after eating.

Wang Jiexiang didn't mean anything, and said directly what she wanted to say.

"There is a letter in the jar."

"letter?"

Yin Xian thought for a while before remembering.

"I made pen pals when I was in high school. It was a letter I wrote at that time. It's okay. You can find a file bag and put it away."

She took out two bowls of rice, and they started to move their chopsticks.

Wang Jiexiang said, "Actually, I read the letter..."

"Oh."

He scooped a spoonful of cabbage into her bowl.

"What are you doing with that?"

Wang Jiexiang pursed his lips and asked another question.

"Brother Xian, your pen name is Dao?"

"Correct."

She looked at him: "Why is this name?"

Yin Xian's chopsticks kept on, and his tone was plain and ordinary, and the answer he gave was a little thoughtless.

"Because I have always been alone."

After a meal.

Yin Xian went to wash the dishes.

Wang Jiexiang put the tin can back in place.

She couldn't help but open the bedside table to see if his cigarette and lighter were still there.

Yin Xian sandwiched them between several newspapers, and he probably thought she would not find them. And since Wang Jiexiang hit him smoking for the first time, he had found their hiding place.

Half a box of cigarettes is missing.

Yesterday, or the day before yesterday, which night she fell asleep, he got up again and sat alone at the door smoking.

Wang Jiexiang definitely felt that a certain kind of lack existed between her and Yin Xian.

They ate and slept together, saying that they are the closest people in the world.

Their feelings are really good. Although they quarrel with each other from time to time, the next day Wang Jiexiang left them behind. Since interacting with Yin Xian, this city has meaning to her, the future becomes worth looking forward to, and Wang Jiexiang's unparalleled happiness.

However, there will be some moments when she suddenly feels that the distance between the two of them has been stretched farther. When she chased after him, she saw him blocking her with a wall.

Is it an illusion? That sense of distance, that invisible wall. As long as they are treated as an illusion, they are still intimate...Until today, Wang Jiexiang did exactly that...

Before going to bed that day.

Yin Xian lay with her back to Wang Jiexiang, she moved over and hugged him.

"Brother Xian."

She said to him in a thick and coquettish tone.

"Tell me about your past, good or bad, I want to know what your life was like before I met you."

Yin Xian dryly rejected her.

"Nothing to say."

Wang Jiexiang is not adamant, active and talkative as usual.

"Pick what you want to say, whatever you say is good, I am willing to listen."

"I met you too late. I didn't participate in your childhood, childhood, adolescence, and youth. What did you look like at that time? Is your personality the same as now? Did anything special happen? Tell me about it."

She raised so many questions, and he didn't answer any of them.

"The previous, all have passed."

Wang Jiexiang swallowed and murmured.

"You can remember the past. How can you not tell me because I met you late?"

After being hit one after another, she did not lose interest and quickly came up with new ideas.

"Otherwise you can talk about recent events! What kind of customers did you meet today, and talked about a few businesses..."

Yin Xian interrupted her and patted her hands on him.

"It's late, go to bed."

The dark room fell into silence.

Wang Jiexiang couldn't see it anymore, he didn't want to say.

Withdrawing the hand she insisted on holding him, she lay back on her side.

With his eyes open, Wang Jiexiang looked at Yin Xian's back with the moonlight outside the window, only to see a vague bulge.

This shape reminded her of Yin Xian's pen name: Dao.

He said that he has always been alone.

He was still an island independent of her within her reach.

As usual, Wang Jiexiang would definitely stop thinking about it right now, hammer his chest, and ask himself: Why do you think things are so negative?

However, today is not the same as usual.

Wang Jiexiang saw Yin Xian's old letter today.

After reading the first letter, she could no longer stop, Wang Jiexiang was very jealous.

She is jealous of his pen pal.

Yin Xian could communicate with them unreservedly, talk about his feelings, talk about his childhood; he talked to them about troubles, and talked about his close grandfather.

She is jealous of the way he gets along with his pen pal.

The relaxed and casual atmosphere between the lines of jealous letter. Envious that they never express their emotions and are not afraid of detailed storytelling, even if it is a "wrong thing" in the eyes of others, they trust the other party to understand and empathize.

Wang Jiexiang went crazy with jealousy.

She can't figure out that the communication that can exist between strangers, why can't it exist between him and her?

If you regard Yin Xian's mind as an island.

How Wang Jiexiang wanted to go to his island and do his best to fill in the missing part of their relationship. It's a pity that the closer she gets, the more vivid the discovery will be. She can't do it with her own strength.

To fill it is to go to the island first and then repair the gap.

And that island, Yin Xian's heart... has not been open to her yet.

Even if she goes with sincerity, even if she sees the door to the island close in front of her, she does not have the permission to visit.