When I saw Long Su again, they had broken up for many, many years.
Jianzi sometimes wonders, what will it be like when he meets Long Su again?
Under the clear blue sky and the bright and warm sunshine, Long Su was wearing a crisp white suit as usual, a light purple shirt buttoned to the top button, a tie, and a cigarette between his fingers. He was as elegant as when they first met.
I also imagined the conversation they would have when they meet again.
Are you OK?
Well, I just came back from France and will go to Hawaii for vacation next month. How about you?
I am fine.
That's good, take care of yourself and see you later.
The conversation may not matter.
All that matters is this goodbye.
To the north and south, as time goes by, there will always be a time when we meet.
But when they really met again, Jianzi didn't expect that it would be like this.
Long Su's suit had gone somewhere long ago. He only had a shirt on him, with his sleeves rolled up high. His whole body was wetter than a drowned rat, and the tips of his hair were full of water, which flowed down to the lenses of his spectacles like a small waterfall.
Long Su took off his glasses impatiently and waded carefully through the water up to his thighs, leaning down to touch it from time to time.
Jianzi didn't expect that the conversation would be like this:
Why is it you again? Long time no see, I didn't expect you to still be so shabby and stingy.
The second sentence is: Tsk, trouble is trouble, and nothing good will happen to you.
Then he said, come over and help put the manhole cover back.