I had a dream.

In my dream, a girl with a very fragrant smell called me affectionately, holding my shoulder desperately with her hands, crying and begging me not to leave, although I never thought about leaving.

I opened my eyes and found that my dream had come true. Sure enough, there was a girl beside me patting my shoulder, and her voice was very gentle, but the dialogue was a bit different from the dream. She said, "Sir, it's time for you to get off the plane."

Next, a plot that went against the dream happened. The flight attendant not only did not ask me not to leave, but also turned around and left me.

I rubbed my eyes, and after I woke up, I wished I could slap myself a few times.

Originally, my plan was to look for opportunities to look back on the past and look forward to the future and talk about life and ideals with Ji Jing. Before I could imagine that the plane would fly together, I fell asleep. This was not the first time that similar situation happened, so I wondered, why did I never have a memory in this regard?

When I was twenty years old, I once slept on the same bed with a woman who was not my girlfriend or an ordinary female friend. We chatted for a long time, and then fell asleep as we chatted.

Later she didn't deal with me much, and I could understand her mood. At that time, I must have been an old joke in her eyes: In the past, a man and a woman were lying on the bed, and the woman said that if you dare to do something, you are a beast. The man did nothing. The next day, the woman slapped the man with a big ear and said that you didn't expect that you were even worse than beasts.

After reading the above story, some people may think that I am very simple and belong to the single-celled youth who can snore after lying down. In fact, I remember correctly. When there is no woman, I often toss and turns and can't sleep.

Humans are really bad animals.

Unlike in the past, there are certain objective reasons why I fell asleep this time.

I played all night last night, and I was still very excited in the morning, so I stopped sleeping. When I wanted to go to bed at noon, my friend Roger called and said that there was something urgent to do and asked me to see him today. After booking a plane ticket online, I took a bus from Shigatse to Lhasa and then transferred to the airport. I never thought I would go to Chengdu today, and Roger completely disrupted my travel plans.

From the perspective of hindsight, this phone pushed the wheels of history to roll in a moisturizing direction. If it weren't for Roger's phone call, I wouldn't have met Ji Jing.

The topic returned to Ji Jing, and my heart was blooming.

Ji Jing was looking at me at the boarding gate, her eyes exuding a little affectionate.

Neither she and I spoke to each other, and were in a subtle atmosphere.

When I got off the plane, I rejected her identity as a flight attendant for the first time. At that moment, I was thinking, how great it would be if she was a passenger, and I could walk shoulder to shoulder with me. Unfortunately, she happened to be the flight attendant on this plane. She needed to stick to her professional ethics, so I could only walk alone.

I went to the waiting room and wanted to look at her again.

Actually, I don’t know if she will appear in the waiting room at all. I just naively believe that I will see her again. Such a meeting can give her an unexpected surprise.

But the fact is that I didn't surprise her, she surprised me.

A quarter of an hour later, I felt like a fool and felt uncomfortable. Twenty meters away from me, there was a man in his thirties holding a little girl of two or three years old. After a while, Ji Jing walked over, she picked up the little girl, and the three of them gradually moved away.

My thinking was divided into two parts in a flash.

Part of it is a clip composed of beautiful pictures a second ago, which is a dream.

Part of it is a clip composed of cruel pictures one second later, which is reality.

Until Ji Jing left my sight, the fictional dream shattered and I returned to reality.

It’s right to think about it. I don’t know what she has been doing in the past ten years, nor do she know what I have been doing in the past ten years. I don’t know what kind of person she is now, nor do she know who I am now. Just based on my junior high school memory of more than ten years ago, there is no reference value.

I am considered an idealist, which is a nice saying. In fact, there is not much difference between idealism and eroticism. For example, I obviously took it too much for the past. I think I am very ridiculous, and I still hope that she has been single all the time waiting for me silently for many years.

The truth I learned from this incident is: eye contact is indeed unreliable.

My reunion with her took two hours to weave a dream.

It took another two minutes to teach me a lesson in the real reality.

I'm not sad. At my age, I have to face some problems.

Since I am already the father of one child, why can't she be the mother of another child?

This is the problem that I have to face at this age.

I have been used to facing this kind of problem since about three years ago.

I spent ten minutes to adjust myself, and I felt no regrets. Not only did she and I have had it, but also the last one. If I had made a sentence, the example sentence is as follows: Today I met Ji Jing, a girl from the front desk in front of my junior high school, and then I took the same flight back to Chengdu with her. Finally, I found that she had a daughter when she got married...

You see, there is indeed no story in the world that can be told in three sentences.
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