There is no choice but to charge forward and fight bravely.
I looked out the window and saw the black patches on the horizon. They were as thick as a landscape painting with ink splashed on them, making me breathless.
I'm afraid it's going to rain
*
The next day, when five o'clock arrived, her colleagues left in twos and threes. Meng Xinran grabbed the waistcoat that was placed on the chair and went out. It was the rush hour after get off work, and there was a constant flow of people on the road. Fortunately, she stopped a taxi. Rush to Shuimunianhua
She didn't mention tonight's class reunion to Ling Ye, and even Xiao Mo didn't know about it. She only wanted to end it as soon as possible so that she could go back early.
1108.
This is the house number
Meng Xinran was confused. It was noisy inside, and bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time. She stood in front of the antique wooden door, as helpless as a child.
How is she going to get in?
Just push the door open and say "Hi, long time no see" to everyone?
Or should I call Lan Zixi and ask him to pick up the phone?
Or just leave and pretend you never came?
She was undecided, took a deep breath for a long time, composed herself, and knocked on the door twice with her fingers.
The person who opened the door was Fan Zixin, a well-known fast-talking and outgoing person in the class in college. Before Meng Xinran dropped out of school, she had always played the role of the eldest sister, and they had a close relationship with her.
Seeing the person coming, Fan Zixin was obviously stunned for a moment. She felt as if she was a world away. The laughter from yesterday was still in her ears. The lovely person in front of her was clearly familiar, but also a little strange, which made her reluctant to come forward and recognize her.
"Aran~~" she called, her tone filled with long-lost kindness.
Over the years, what remains in Fan Zixin's memory is the stubborn and desolate back figure when Meng Xinran went to pack her things after dropping out of school at the beginning of her junior year.
Everyone was still making noises. Fan Zixin turned around with a smile in his eyes: "Look who is here!"
Everyone looked over in unison, and saw the person wearing a fringed pleated skirt with bright crystals inlaid at the skirt. It had a different kind of style. The small waistcoat was draped around the body, adding a touch of charm, which was clearly more beautiful than spring.
Even more brilliant, her body exudes a warm aura, her eyes are filled with a calm and calm temperament, she is still as beautiful as before
As if time has not slipped away quietly
There was silence for a while, and then the atmosphere suddenly became heated. After all, the classmates who had been together for several years were all old acquaintances. After a while, they started playing, and they shouted for Meng Xinran to come over and sit down.
Meng Xinran rubbed her eyes. These faces, either fat or thin, may have changed a bit after five years, but none of them were familiar to her.
Lan Zixi stood up from the sofa, handed her a glass of cocktail, and said, "Come here and have a good time with everyone, and have a good drink."
Fan Zixin nodded and smiled: "Aran, we haven't seen you in so many years. Let's catch up on old times and tell us where you have been in the past five years. Why haven't you contacted us?"
Meng Xinran sat among them, holding a glass of wine, and explained her life during this period in a few words. She obviously didn't want to talk more about it, and others didn't bother about it for fear of arousing her sadness.
Reminiscing, I don’t know who ordered the song “Friends”. When the music started playing, looking at her old friends, she suddenly felt the urge to cry.
They were making harmless jokes and reminiscing about the past, the days when they spent their youth wantonly...