After arriving in the small town, Qiangzi came to brake. After parking the car, the master walked out and I followed him. The master said to Qiangzi: "Okay, you go back first, I will take care of things."
Just come back."
Qiangzi looked at the master and said, "Okay, goodbye." With that, he opened the car door and left.
"Qiangzi, wait." The master suddenly shouted.
Qiangzi turned around and asked strangely: "Do you have any other instructions? Brother Long."
The master said a little embarrassedly: "Can you give me the cigarette you are wearing?"
Well, I thought the master was going to say something big, but it turns out he just wanted cigarettes. Qiangzi obviously didn't expect the master to ask such a question. He was stunned for a moment, then took out all the cigarettes in the bag and handed them to the master.
Said: "Then I'll leave first."
The master nodded.
After Qiangzi walked over, he turned back, walked towards me, handed me the lighter, and said, "Brother Qiang takes good care of you. Follow Brother Long carefully. I guarantee there will be no harm."
I nodded and turned on the lighter. I felt so happy.
After Qiangzi left, the master and I were the only two people here. We returned to the room and found that it was a bit moldy. There was an old dust smell, which was very unpleasant. After the master collected the things, I
Suddenly I felt uncomfortable in my stomach, so I ran outside.
After searching for a long time, I found a toilet. After entering, I found that the toilet was so small that it could only accommodate one person. After squatting down, I felt restricted. Even having a bowel movement was so uncomfortable.
After working on it for a long time, I returned to that room for the first time. When I returned, the master had packed everything up. He looked at me and said, "Okay, let's move on to the next stop." After that, we arrived at a small shop.
, the master bought some things, and then took me to the next place with an unknown name. I don’t know what difficult training will be at the next stop.
A bus took us to a city. Looking at the city, I thought to myself, this time should be better than the last time. At least this is a city, and there should be no such big mountains to climb. We stayed in a hotel, because Master said
This time I have a lot of money, I got a lot from Qiangzi, and I won't stay here for too long.
After everything was ready, it was already evening. Master suddenly said to me: "Xiaoxuan, I'm going out for a while, do you want to go?"
I asked: "What are we going to do?" I thought, shouldn't it be training?
Master said: "I'm going to pick up girls, do you want to go?"
Uh, "I'm not going." I said a little embarrassed.
The master smiled and said: "Women are good things. I haven't touched them for so long, and my hands are a little itchy. If you don't want to go, just wait here for me. We will train tomorrow morning. You are too young, not suitable for picking up girls.
.” After saying that, he walked away with a smile.
After the master left, I was left alone, standing there in a daze. What do you mean I am too young? I am an adult.
Sitting on the bed alone, I was very bored, so I took out a cigarette, put it under my nose and smelled it. I had been following the master for so long, but I didn't get anything good, just a good cigarette. I took out a lighter.
, after opening it with a "ding" sound, he lit the cigarette, took a nice puff, and then played with the lighter in his hand.
Holding it in your hand, it seems that the heavy feeling makes people feel more at ease. Maybe it is because of this reason that rich people like these high-end things. After smoking, I sat for a while, Then I found my bag, took out a book, and started reading.
The book, of course, is Xi Murong's poetry collection. I haven't read a book for a long time since I left school, and I was reading one of her masterpieces, "Unreasonable Sorrow": How a Flowering Tree Made You Meet Me in My Most Beautiful For this moment, I have been praying before the Buddha for five hundred years. I prayed to the Buddha to let us have a mortal relationship. The Buddha then turned me into a tree and grew it on the roadside that you must pass. It bloomed carefully in the sun and was filled with flowers. They were all mine. The hope of the past life. When you come closer, please listen carefully. Those trembling leaves are my passion for waiting. And when you finally pass by indifferently, your friends who have fallen on the ground behind you are not petals. They are my withered heart, the soul of poetry. Poetry only comes from true love. This poem expresses a girl's love for spring in such a true and heartfelt way that it shocks people's hearts.
In life, who doesn’t long for a sincere love that allows oneself to give?
Some people say that love is fate. Loving someone or not loving someone is a feeling and cannot be chosen. Any effort is deliberately forced and in vain. However, how many people are lining up in the vast sea of people? Holding the number plate of love, looking left, right and forward, how many turns does it take for love to come? How far in the future is the person I am waiting for? If fate is God's will, then fate is man-made. Modern times The flattery of being destined but not destined is a kind of negative self-abandonment comfort. Life is so fleeting, and it’s not just love that escapes us inadvertently.
Reading her poems, I inadvertently thought of my days in school, and those people I loved and those brothers who walked together. I wonder if they are doing well now? Suddenly I felt that I should contact them. , I turned on the computer in the room and connected to QQ.
There are not many people online, maybe because today is Wednesday, so most of them are studying in self-study. Ye Meng was online, so I sent a message: Long time no see, are you okay?
After a while, Ye Meng returned: "Everything is fine, nothing has changed. Why did you go out without saying a word and just disappeared without a trace? Didn't you think that someone would worry about you?"
Someone would be worried about me. Who is it? Is it you? I thought to myself, so I replied: "Are you worried about me?"
Ye Meng returned: "How could you not be worried? I don't know where you went. Do your family members know about it? I later found out that you ran away because you hit someone."
I replied excitedly: "Are you really worried about me?"
Ye Meng replied: "Yes."
I suddenly didn't know what to say, so I just typed: "I'm sorry."
Ye Meng replied to me with one word: "Huh?"
I then went back: "I was really sorry for you before. I shouldn't have been like that, but I really don't know. In fact, you know that I have always liked you." I thought that the word "female" in Xi Murong's poems, besides, can To love so boldly, what should I, a man, be afraid of?
Ye Meng returned: "Haha, don't talk about those things, it's all over."
I returned: "Let me tell you, it may be in the past, but I can't forget it or let it go."
Ye Meng suddenly returned: "If I had known today, why did I do it in the first place?"
I had nothing to say for a while. After a while, she sent another message: "Actually, do you know how I felt at that time? I always thought that I was so important in your heart, but I didn't expect that it was just my wishful thinking.
That’s it, in the end you would rather trust an outsider than trust me, not even giving me a chance. When you were with me, you never said you liked me, never, not at all.
."
Looking at this, I really didn't know what to say, so I could only stay there and wait for her to continue.
Ye Meng said: "You know? Whenever we meet, how much I wish we could talk and laugh like we did when we first met. But, it's impossible. You know, when you and I are the best
How did I feel when my friends came together? Do you know that when you kissed her next to our class that night, was I right next to you? You don’t know these, so how could you know?
?You are always like that, you never think about others, you are always so selfish."
If someone had said that to me before, I would have gone crazy, but this time, I was unusually calm, staring at the computer screen.
Ye Meng sent another text: "You started to think that I lied to you, so you chose revenge and stayed with Feiyun. But you don't love her, why did you choose to be with her again? In this way, for you,
It’s not good for me or her.”
I suddenly returned: "Ye Meng, I was wrong, please forgive me? I really can't lose you, just give me a chance to make up for it."
Ye Meng returned: "It's too late, everything is too late. If you had said it earlier, it wouldn't be like this."
I'm not going to say anything else. I know her. As long as she decides something, it won't change, no matter what the reason is. I close the computer, walk to the bed, get down, light a cigarette, and slowly
He started to twitch, and tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Why didn't I say it earlier? Am I really wrong? Yes, what Ye Meng said is true. At that moment, I really regretted it. It was the first time I regretted it. Growing up, no matter what I did, I regretted it.
I have never regretted anything, but this time, I really felt that I was wrong and I really regretted it.
After smoking, I fell on the bed and stopped doing the 50 push-ups I had done before going to bed the previous day.
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