To Your Island

Yin Xian's career was flourishing. Soon, he was promoted again and went directly to the company's management.

Such good news is indispensable to invite company colleagues and subordinates to dinner, and they ask Yin Xian to call his girlfriend together. Yin Xian couldn't escape, so he called Wang Jiexiang.

She was at work and did not answer the phone.

In the afternoon she texted back and asked him what happened. Yin Xian told her that she was promoted, and asked her if she would like to have dinner with her colleagues at night.

[I don’t know them, I will lose your face when I say the wrong thing, I don’t want to go. You go to dinner with them, and you can cook something for you when you get home. 】

Yin Xian did not reply to the message she sent.

The meaning of not replying is: I got it.

After being together for so long, some things needless to say, they all understand each other's meaning.

Coming home from get off work, Wang Jiexiang passed by the cake shop and wanted to buy a cake to celebrate Yin Xian’s promotion.

The cakes in the window are all exquisite and perfect, and you can take them home as long as you pay.

Wang Jiexiang chose a cake, opened the wallet and prepared to pay, the money was counted and held in her hand, and she suddenly felt that such a celebration gift was too easy and lacking in heart.

If you want to have the mind, you have to do it yourself...

"Excuse me," she thought on a whim, and asked the waiter in the store: "Can you make your own cakes in your store?"

The waiter shook his head.

"Our shop only buys finished cakes. If you want to change the words on the cakes, we can order them for you."

Wang Jiexiang thanked him and bought two pork floss breads for breakfast tomorrow.

After calculating the money for the meat floss bread, the waiter said.

"If you have an oven at home, you can make it yourself. Otherwise, it seems that other cake shops have this kind of service, you can ask again."

Ovens are naturally not available at home. Because of his words, Wang Jiexiang left several other cake shops.

In the end, she found a shop where she could make cakes by herself, and she could make them today.

The owner is a kind grandma, and the cake shop is jointly run by her and her wife. She can provide materials, cake molds, oven, and guide Wang Jiexiang to make cakes. The cakes made are the same price as the cakes sold.

Cooking and stir-frying is nothing for Wang Jiexiang.

It is the first time for her to make a cake.

Learning the operation of the grandmother, Wang Jiexiang failed to make the first cake embryo.

When it came out of the oven, the cake was fluffy and fluffy, and quickly collapsed and shrank into a cake with a firm texture.

The old grandma judged that her egg yolk paste was not evenly stirred.

While eating the failed product, Wang Jiexiang made a new cake embryo.

"Huh?" She tasted the cake in her hand, and the more she chewed, the more it tasted good: "Although it is not soft enough, it is delicious, do I have a talent for making cakes!"

Seeing her contentment, the grandmother also smiled and encouraged her.

"Yeah, you learned very fast. It's the first time you can make a cake like this. It's really talented."

As if to confirm their words, the second time the cake came out of the oven, it was baked just right, the color was beautiful, and it smelled sweet and attractive.

Wang Jiexiang carefully creamed it and decorated it with flowers. After finishing these, she solemnly wrote in the middle of the cake: I wish Yinxian, happy promotion!

When she came out of the cake shop with her own little cake, the old lady was about to close the shop. Wang Jiexiang said goodbye to her, feeling extremely satisfied.

Even after spending a night for it, she felt it was super worthwhile: this cake must be better than the last one she baked!

She carried it home carefully, humming a small song along the way.

Yin Xian is not too late to come back.

As soon as Wang Jiexiang finished washing her clothes, she heard the sound of the door opening. She ran back to the room from the balcony, without even having time to put down the towel in her hand.

Yin Xian was changing his slippers, and there was a big light purple cake box in the hallway.

Looking at the box, Wang Jiexiang couldn't hide his loss.

"Did you buy a cake?"

He lowered his head, not paying attention to her expression.

"They bought it. They bought it too much. They didn't finish eating, so I asked me to bring it back."

"Oh," she rubbed her hands and whispered, "I also... I prepared a cake for you."

He handed her the cake box: "That's not right, don't you like cakes, eat more."

Wang Jiexiang blinked: "Just me? You don't eat it?"

"I'm stuffed."

Yin Xian went to take a bath.

She took the cake box to the kitchen and opened it.

Inside is a gorgeous fruit cake with mango and pudding in the middle, which is less than a quarter.

Wang Jiexiang sighed and put the little cake she made into the refrigerator.

The refrigerator can keep food fresh, but the shelf life of the cake still does not exceed two days.

Two days later, the cake she made, and the cake Yin Xian brought home, went into the trash can.

He didn't go home to eat for two days, and Wang Jiexiang didn't have the appetite for cake.

After this promotion, it is normal for Yin Xian not to eat at home. In the past, she was notified when she came home late, but now she is notified when she goes home for dinner occasionally.

When Wang Jiexiang buys vegetables, he only needs to buy what he eats.

After get off work, he cooks his own vegetables, and after eating, he doesn’t even need to leave the leftovers.

Yin Xian came back more and more late.

He never told Wang Jiexiang about his work, and he never called tired.

She didn't know how much alcohol he drank every day or what he was busy with all day; all she knew was the smell of alcohol, tobacco, and perfume on his shirt, that he was taking stomach medicine, and that he had insomnia.

From one day onwards, Wang Jiexiang couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb, and then turned a blind eye to these things, and she began to nag.

"Push as much socially as you can, and go home early."

"Don't drink so much, eat on time."

"If you don't eat anything like this, drink alcohol to death, and drink yourself to death before you develop."

"When do you go home? Irregular work and rest, you will break down, do you know?"

She read it every day, when she saw him, she didn't see him short of faith.

These words, she said, and Yin Xian was annoyed.

Unfortunately it doesn't work.

He continued to work without hesitation, what time should it be?

Once he didn't go home all night, Wang Jiexiang broke out and had a big fight with Yin Xian.

After the quarrel, she took out a pen and paper and asked him to set up a handwriting.

"Set a time to come back at the latest, and you cannot go home after that time every day."

Yin Xian couldn't write: "How can there be any accuracy? It's not always true every day."

"You write, say it yourself, it's two o'clock, two-thirty, or three o'clock. Because it's not necessarily, so write it. I am waiting for you at home, and I am not at ease."

He still said improperly: "There is nothing to worry about, you sleep in your sleep."

Wang Jiexiang pulled his hair and broke down unbearably.

She yelled at him.

"I can't sleep! Yin Xian, I can't sleep!"

Staying at home, counting the time with the alarm clock with fear, constantly guessing what he did tonight. When he goes home, she will pretend to be asleep, pretending to be extremely sound asleep. He has insomnia, and she also has insomnia.

"Why do you think I can sleep with me? You are tired of you, and I feel at ease with me? Is it possible to separate me so clearly?"

Yin Xian was silenced by her words.

After deliberation, the two reached a consensus.

His latest time to go home must not be later than three in the morning.

He broke the agreement that she had worked so hard to implement within a week.

At half past three, Yin Xian arrived at the door of his house, the key entered the hole, and the left and right rotations remained motionless.

The door was locked by Wang Jiexiang.

She moved a chair and sat at the door, separated by a door from Yin Xian.

Wang Jiexiang wants to listen to the explanation.

No matter if he called to explain, texted to explain, patted the door to explain, she wanted an explanation.

Realizing that the door was locked, Yin Xian pulled out the key. He stayed at the door for five minutes, smoking a cigarette, and then he got up and pressed the elevator downstairs.

Yin Xian slept in the hotel outside all night.

the next day.

No more than three o'clock to go home, his key entered the house.

I expected to see a hysterical Wang Jiexiang, but he didn't.

She was wearing her favorite khaki monkey pajamas, watching TV, and greeted him when she came in.

"You're back?"

Yin Xian did not respond to her: I am back.

Their relationship is far past the stage of pretending to be in peace and whitewashing peace. He knew she was upset, especially upset, and there was nothing to pretend not to know.

After he came out, Wang Jiexiang turned off the TV.

There are two cups on the coffee table, one for lovers, one black and one white. She soaked in honey water, he has his share.

Wang Jiexiang sat cross-legged on the sofa.

She looked at Yin Xian with bright eyes and a smile on her face.

He wanted to go back to the room and was called to stay by her.

"We always have to chat, Yin Xian."

She bit her words lightly, her tone of voice was slow, and she spoke slowly, with some slapstick complaints.

"You talk so much to others every day, so talk to me. When you come back to sleep, it makes our house look like a hotel."

Yin Xian sat down on the sofa.

After thinking for a moment, he asked her: "What do you want to hear?"

Wang Jiexiang asked, "What do you want to say?"

"I have nothing to say." He held up the glass of honey water.

She watched him finish the glass of water.

"anything else?"

Yin Xian shook his head.

He seemed to have nothing to say, so she still came to speak.

"Is it very unreasonable? I told you to go home at three o'clock, or you would lock your door. You need to socialize, obviously to work to make money. I can't understand you and embarrass you... But, Yin Xian, I understand, you have to at least say it. You never talk about it, you presume I will not understand it, but you actually didn't even say it."

Yin Xian listened to Wang Jiexiang's words and somehow started to wander off again.

He thought that there are still some documents to be read before going to bed. Hearing her say "to work to make money", his mind was dull, and he didn't think so. His body is like a clockwork, urged by pressure to move forward. When he has time to stop and rest, like inertia, he still returns to a stressed state uncontrollably.

Yin Xian glanced at the carpet at home.

It is so old, he thought: it should be replaced with a new one.

"Yin Xian..." Wang Jiexiang rubbed his painful temples: "Do you know what I mean?"

Yin Xian looked at her, as if she really didn't understand: "What is the need to say?"

Wang Jiexiang really felt boring.

They are not suitable people, even if there is love between them... well, in fact, she is not sure if there is any.

"There is nothing to say, then break up."

She looked at him with no love or hatred in her eyes.

She can smile at him, smile easily and calmly.

"At that time, we were together and lived together. Now the conditions are good. You follow your sunny road and I walk my single-plank bridge."

After breaking up, they still lived under one roof for two weeks.

Wang Jiexiang spent a week looking for a house.

In the second week, she took a two-day break to organize her things and prepare to move.

In the kitchen cabinet, Wang Jiexiang accidentally found a juicer that had not been used for a long time.

She hasn't had carrot juice for a long time. Instead of carrot juice, a whole row of imported fish oil bought by Yin Xian in the refrigerator. She hasn't eaten much recently, and he doesn't know.

They bought a lot of odds and ends together. They couldn't split them in half, so she didn't want them and left them to him.

The things he gave her, the things she didn't want, the couple's things, and their common memories, all packed in one box. Wang Jiexiang left a note and let Yin Xian handle it.

After finishing this way, her luggage is much lighter, and it doesn't take much effort to move it alone.

Before leaving, she searched around the house to see if there was anything missing.

On the top of the cabinet in the study, she touched a cold box with her fingertips. Wanting to take it out to have a look, she stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hand vigorously, unexpectedly knocking it off.

It is a familiar tin can.

It says "Milk Soup Sauce" on its outer packaging, and it is not clear because of wear and tear.

The tin can hit the floor, its lid opened, and the letter paper inside fell to the ground.

Wang Jiexiang stared at the lonely piece of letter paper, and a strange feeling came to his heart.

In my impression, the jar was heavy and full of letters from Yin Xian's pen pal. With so many letters before, why is there only a thin sheet of paper left?

She picked up the only letter paper from the floor and shook it away.

There was only one line in the letter, which was actually her own handwriting.

[Yin Xian, it would be nice if life could be repeated once. Too hard, let's not meet again. 】

The blank space of the letter seemed to contain other information, which was obliterated by the black pen. Layers of black lines are tightly wound, intricate and eye-catching.

Wang Jiexiang closed the letter paper.

Words are 100% impossible to admit mistakes, they are their own handwriting.

But she has no impression of writing this line at all! What is the meaning of this line of words?

Slightly moved his brain, a sudden burst of heart palpitations hit. She swallowed, not daring to think any more.

"It's a boring prank, right?" Wang Jiexiang muttered to himself, shifting his attention: "Isn't this letter used to be Aru's pen pal? He wrote about his childhood and that he stole sweets when he was a kid..."

With shaking hands, she folded the letter, hurriedly stuffed it back into the tin can, and placed it in the bookcase.

The bookcase was closed, and the glass on the door of the cabinet reflected a desperate face.

Wang Jiexiang looked at himself.

A sixteen year old girl with messy hair and crying red eyes.

With tears hanging on her cheeks, she said to her: "It would be great if life could be repeated again..."

His heart was about to vomit out of his throat, and Wang Jiexiang's hand quickly touched his face.

In the reflection of the glass, the boy's self suddenly disappeared.

Wang Jiexiang rubbed her eyes vigorously, but she unexpectedly returned.

Staring at himself in the glass with wide eyes. Her cheeks were dry, and there were no traces of tears on her face.

"What a hell!"

Wang Jiexiang got cold on his back and walked out of the study quickly.

No more nostalgia here.

Pulling up her suitcase, she left the apartment.