When she said this, tears were already welling up in her eyes. [`Novel`] I took out a tissue from the glass table between the outside and handed it to her.
She stretched out her hand to catch the tissue, then wiped her eyes, and then said to me apologetically: "Thank you. I'm sorry, I feel like this every time I think about this matter."
I smiled at her and said, "Actually, I was also shocked." Then I asked her, "So, did you take his words to his mother?"
She nodded, then shook her head again, then took a sip of coffee, and then continued talking——[
After Thursday it was Friday, and after Friday it was Saturday. The weather was good on Saturday, so I got up early and rushed to the bus terminal. Only when I arrived did I realize that I had gone early, and the bus to that small town took half an hour.
The train left after an hour. I sat and walked around in the waiting room and finally used up my free time. When I got on the bus, I asked, and I found that I was still waiting for the free time. The whole journey would take five hours.
I relaxed and half lay down. I came up as soon as I fell asleep. After sleeping for a while, I made up for the lack of sleep in the morning and my mind became clearer. At this time, someone was talking to me next to me, and the tone was soft and strange.
The dialect of the town I was going to. I began to imagine that town. After thinking for a while, I subtracted a large amount of Ye Qiang’s age and let him return to his youth in the town. I think he was in
The town must be happy. Although the life is simple, there is a yearning in the simplicity, the yearning for the future. How could he have thought that when he successfully walked out of the town, he was actually sending himself to a point of no return?
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I thought about his mother again and my meeting with her. For this mother, my appearance was unexpected and awkward. When I knocked on the door, I must have seen a pale and...
A face of despair. Looking at that pale and desperate face, how can I introduce myself? How can I explain my purpose?
I rehearsed the meeting situation in my mind, but it didn't feel good. I rehearsed it again, but still didn't feel good.
It was already afternoon when the car arrived in the town.
The autumn sunshine shines down, making the town in front of you a little brighter. The streets are not wide, but there are many people on the streets. When there are more people, the street scene becomes quite busy. But fortunately, there seems to be something hidden in this busyness.
It looks quaint. This is in line with my imagination.
Following the address I copied down, I first found a white stone street and then an alley. Walking fifty meters from the alley, I saw an old-fashioned house. Obviously there are not many such buildings in the town anymore. I
I spotted a door, raised my hand and knocked a few times. The knock on the door did not open the door, but instead attracted the head of a woman at the opposite door. The woman's head was caught in the crack of the door and asked me: Who are you looking for?
I called out the name of Ye Qiang's mother, and the woman nodded and said, "It's here, but she's not here."
I asked her where she was, and the woman said: I don't know. Then she said: She hasn't been at home for several days. After saying that, she put her head back.
I stood helplessly for a while and suddenly thought of the stationery store. Maybe she was bored at home and ran there. With this thought, I quickly went out of the alley to inquire about the primary school in the town. There are three primary schools in the town.
So, I hesitated for a moment and decided to go to each school one by one. As soon as I found the first one, I saw a small closed shop next to the school gate, with the word "Stationery" sticking out of the door.
I asked the shopkeeper next door, and the shopkeeper said: What are you buying? I have some here too. Her shop also sells stationery. I said that if I don’t want to buy anything, I will find someone else. The shopkeeper looked at me carefully and said:
Something happened to her family, it was a big deal, why would she stay here?
I had no choice but to go back to the white stone alley, enter the building, and directly knock on the door of the house opposite. The woman came out and asked: Why are you here again? Didn't I tell you she wasn't at home?
I said: Please help me think about where she might go?
The woman said: Who are you? Are you a relative of her family?
I said: No, I am from the court.
The woman was stunned for a moment: From the court? Why are the people from the court here when everyone is dead? Are they here to collect money?
I quickly said: No, no, I have something to give to my mother.
The woman asked: What is it? Is it important?
I replied: It's important.[
The woman said: But she doesn’t let me tell anyone where she goes.
I said: You are not telling others casually, you are helping me and her.
The woman hesitated for a moment and then told her a place to go, which turned out to be a temple. The woman said: The temple is not far away, but it's a bit late for you to go now. You'd better stay in the town for one night and go early tomorrow.
I didn't want to do this, so I hesitated for a while, but couldn't find a better way. I left the town to find a hotel, and it was already dark after I stayed. I went out to find a snack bar, filled my stomach, returned to the hotel, and asked
Get off at the front desk and ask the receptionist to take you to the temple.
When I woke up early the next morning, my genius had just begun to shine. I washed up and went out. I had only walked a short distance when I encountered a commotion. It turned out to be a funeral procession. The procession was quite long, and in front was a band dressed in unique clothes. The costumes looked a bit like
The music played by the Beiyang warlords in military uniforms was also somewhat unique, it was actually "On the Field of Hope". Amidst the music, firecrackers jumped into the air one after another, first making a crisp sound, and then scattering red and yellow confetti.
Come down. There is a photo of the deceased walking in a conspicuous position in the middle of the team. Behind the photo is a coffin carried by four people on their shoulders. Those shoulders do not seem to be strenuous. It is certain that the coffin is no longer filled with the body of the deceased but the cremated ashes.
Following the coffin was a long line of wreaths, followed by a quiet and lax crowd seeing off the coffin.
I haven't seen this kind of funeral procession for many years, and I found it a bit strange to see it in this small town. I turned my eyes away and looked at the black coffin again. On both sides of the coffin were walking more than a dozen people wearing uniforms.
Men and women in mourning clothes heard wailing sounds from time to time. However, they were both wailings, but the content was different. Some were formal, while others were truly sad.
I thought about Ye Qiang. I thought that any death is a destination. His body may have been brought back to the small town, but when he returned to the small town, he definitely had no dignity. It was impossible to carry him around like this.
Walking through the streets of the small town in the morning. The most likely possibility is that he was quietly put into a grave in the dusk and received a scrawled and silent funeral. There might be only one sob at the funeral, and that was his mother's alone. Oh, he died.
He killed himself, but at the same time he took away his mother's right to cry sadly in the market.
I speeded up to get rid of the excitement and left the town. I walked on a main road for a while and then turned onto a dirt road. The dirt road ended and I reached the foot of a mountain. There was a stone path going up from the foot of the mountain. At this time, the sun had just peeked out of the top of the mountain, and the light looked very fresh.
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I walked up the stone path. The trees beside the road were quite tall, but not too dense. The mountain wind passed through the branches and blew my hair. The faster I walked, the higher my hair floated. I walked
If you go slower, your hair will look calmer. After walking like this for half an hour, a road sign appeared in front of you. The arrow pointed to the top of the mountain to the right, and the arrow pointed to the temple to the left.
Follow the arrow and walk to the left for dozens of steps, and you will encounter a pair of stone lions and a stone gate. Walking through the gate, you will see a long stone road. The stone road is protected by branches on both sides, which makes it look very strange.
Quiet. I walked in the quiet, and my heart seemed to become quiet, and the slight sweat on my body slowly stopped.
When I arrived at the temple, the door was closed. I went in from the side and saw two exquisite wooden houses. There was a copper bell and a round drum inside. "Morning Bell" and "Evening Drum" were written on the foreheads of the houses. To the left
Just around the corner is the Heavenly King's Hall, and further forward is the Mahavira Hall. The hall is empty and there seems to be no one, but the sound of tapping wooden fish can be heard.
I walked a few steps in lightly, and suddenly I saw an old monk standing next to me. He closed his face and moved his mouth slightly, tapping the wooden fish with the mallet in his hand. I didn't dare to disturb, so I took a few steps back and reached the door.
Outside, my ears refused to move away and listened quietly.
I was listening quietly when I suddenly saw a woman who looked like a layman walking by. I woke up and chased after the woman. The woman noticed me and turned around to greet me.
I hurriedly said to her: Sorry to bother you, I want to ask about something.
The woman said: You want to ask about spiritual practice, right?
I shook my head and said: No, no, I'm looking for someone. Then I reported the name of Ye Qiang's mother. The woman looked at me and said: What do you want from her?
I said: I will bring her something.
The woman said "Oh" and said: I haven't seen her all morning, maybe she is releasing the birds up there. She raised her arm and pointed.
I immediately walked forward, climbed up a set of stone steps, and saw a main hall first. In front of the main hall was a flat yard, with a low wall surrounding the mountains on the side. Inside, there was a camphor tree several feet high. Under the tree stood a
A person wearing layman's clothes was the back of an old woman. I bit my lip, stepped closer to the back, and then coughed. But the back didn't respond, and just quietly did what she was doing.
She was holding a bird in her arms with one hand, and slowly stroking the bird's feathers with the other hand. There was a bamboo chair at her feet, and a bamboo chair with many small holes in it.
The cardboard box should be a temporary bird house.
I stopped and focused my gaze on the old woman. The old woman was about sixty years old. She didn't look thin, but she looked light, that kind of frail lightness. Her face was a little dark, and she had gray hair and gray hair.
The color of the clothes made the whole person look very old, as if he had stepped out of a black and white photo. Although I was prepared, I was still surprised.
I took a step forward and walked up to the old woman. The old woman was stunned for a moment, as if she had just discovered me. I asked her: Are you Ye Qiang's mother?
The old woman looked like she didn't hear clearly. She tilted her head and stretched out her ears. I understood, so I raised my voice and called Ye Qiang's mother's name.[
The old woman said: Are you looking for her? I am not her!
I said: Why are you not her?
The old woman put a hand over her ear and said: What did you say?
I had to raise my voice again and said: I asked her where she is now?
The old woman said: She went down the mountain to buy birds.
I asked: When will she come back?
The old woman tightened the little bird in her arms and said, "You can't say for sure. Maybe at noon, maybe in the afternoon, it depends on when there will be a bird seller on the roadside."
I didn't expect it to be like this, and I was stunned for a moment. I got up early and ran here just to rush back early in the afternoon. I have to go to work tomorrow. I sighed and muttered. The old woman asked me:
What did you say?
I said loudly: I want to watch you release the birds.
The old woman nodded, with a smile on her lips, and said: I have released more than ten of them, and there are still three left. After saying that, she measured her body, faced the empty distant mountains outside, and stroked her body again with her hands.
He patted the bird's feathers a few times and then spread his palm. The bird didn't seem to be in a hurry. It shook its head and looked around again, then flew up the branch and disappeared into the dense forest.
Then, the old woman bent over and put her arm into the cardboard, and quickly grabbed a little bird. She let the bird nestle in her arms, gently stroked the bird's body a few times with her hand, and then let go. This
The little bird was relatively panicked. It fluttered towards the branch above and flew into the distance before it could stop.
The old woman looked away from the sky and took out a bird from the cardboard again. This little bird was different. After being comforted by the old woman, it first jumped to the ground and walked a few steps, then flapped its wings and flew around at low altitude.
, flew around twice and then descended again, landing on the old woman's body.
The old woman straightened her body, with a bright look on her face. She raised her hand to take the bird, stroked it slowly a few times, and was about to release her hand. I hurriedly took a step closer and said, "Wait a minute."
The old woman stopped her hand and raised her eyes to look at me.
I raised my voice and said: I mean, can you let me play it once?
The old woman understood and hesitated, but still handed the bird to me.
I took the bird, gently stroked the bird's feathers like the old woman did before, and then slowly opened my hand. The bird didn't move immediately, it froze its head and looked at me quietly. Only then did I notice what was in front of me.
This bird turned out to be so beautiful, with its body covered in various colors, and its round eyes looking like a child. My heart moved, and my eyes caught the bird's gaze. I don't know why, but I
Suddenly I felt that I had something to say. Yes, what does it matter if I say it now? I said softly in my heart: This bird, I can tell you something. Do you know? I am here
In order to convey a word, I am not conveying someone else’s words but my own words: I’m sorry! Yes, just three words, I’m sorry!
I said again: I knew I had done nothing wrong, but I just wanted to say it. I just said it to the bird in my heart, and then I made a sound: I'm sorry!
When the old woman saw me talking, she immediately put her ear to my side and asked me: What did you say?
I said to her in a low voice: I have said it, and I will stop worrying after I have said it.
The old woman said: I can't hear you.
I said loudly: I am asking, can this bird understand human words? At this time, I suddenly laughed, waved my hands, and sent the bird upward. This time, the bird did not stop and called twice as hard as possible.
Sound, like arrows shot into the air...
When she said this, her expression suddenly froze. I felt that her soul had returned to the temple at this moment, and her thoughts were flying with the bird flying into the sky. At the same time, I also
I understand why his description just now was so detailed, because it was the first time she performed such a mission. That mission had already been deeply engraved in her blood and soul, and it was also such a time.
The experience allowed her to complete the salvation of her soul.
The sunlight from outside spilled in through the glass, and her face, which was frozen there, was immediately shrouded in a hazy soft light. She was so beautiful at this time, so beautiful that I felt my own
Small and insignificant.
She is an angel and I am a devil. I said to myself in my heart, and immediately looked away from her face. The humbleness in my heart made me extremely ashamed, but the only trace of self-esteem that remained allowed me to continue sitting
here.
It was obvious that she was deceived by my false appearance and thought that the setbacks in my marriage were just a misfortune in life, but she had no idea of my emotional depravity and unruly nature.
I was silent there. Later, she finally returned to reality from her memories, and I heard her asking me: "Why don't you speak?"
I was startled for a moment, and then said softly: "Xiao Min, the experience you just talked about moved me very much. I think we are two completely different types of people. You are so beautiful, but I am already thousands of years old.
It's full of holes. To be honest, in front of you... I feel very inferior."
She looked at me in surprise, "Why do you say that?"
I shook my head and said, "Xiao Min, let's not talk about this anymore. By the way, is that old woman with bad ears who flies birds with you Ye Qiang's mother?"
She looked at me and asked me softly: "Is this still important?"
I was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood the meaning of her words. In fact, I had already understood the connotation of the experience she described earlier, but just now I returned to vulgarity. This actually further explains the relationship between us.
huge difference between.
I shook my head and smiled bitterly, "Yes. It is no longer important, because you have brought the words, and the bird has also taken away the uneasiness and fear in your heart."
She nodded slightly.
I looked at the time and said, "Xiao Min, I'm very happy today. The experience you told me touched me very much, and I believe it was also very helpful to me. Xiao Min, I'm sorry, I'm still here today."
I have some other things to do. You are welcome to come to our Shangjiang to play in the future."
She smiled lightly and said, "If I have the chance, I will definitely come."
I called the waiter, paid and was about to leave, but suddenly I became curious, "Xiao Min, what do you call Secretary Rong?"
She smiled and said: "I call her aunt. The captain of our judicial police team is her nephew."
So that's it. I thought to myself. Then I laughed, "Then you have to call me uncle from now on. Secretary Rong said she is my eldest sister."
She was startled for a moment, then blushed, "I don't." Then she smiled, "You can be my uncle if you want, but you have to tell me your own story next time."
I shook my head and said, "I have nothing to talk about. Xiao Min, thank you."
She stretched out her hand towards me and said, "Thank you too. I don't have much contact with people outside on weekdays, but today I feel very happy. This is the first time I have told others about that matter. I don't know why, today
When I see you, I want to express what is in my heart. Now I feel much more relaxed."
I shook her hand lightly, and then walked out of the cafe with her. We parted ways outside the cafe, and when I drove away, I suddenly felt relaxed. I felt like I was in front of me.
At that time, my heart was always in a state of wanting to escape.
Secretary Rong called me the next day, "Mayor Feng, how did you feel after meeting yesterday?"
I smiled bitterly and said, "Secretary Rong, thank you. She and I are not suitable."
She said in a surprised voice, "Why? This girl is very good. She has a very good appearance and character."
I said: "Yes, she is indeed very good. I don't think I am worthy of her."
She immediately laughed and said, "I asked her, and she has a very good impression of you. She thinks you look very clean and calm, and she feels you have a sense of security. People don't care that you are married and have children."
What are you worried about? Let’s get in touch.”
I hurriedly said: "Secretary Rong, I really have no feelings for her at all. I feel like she is like my junior. It is impossible for me to feel that way."
She: "...you."
I smiled bitterly and said, "Secretary Rong, I'm sorry. Thank you."
She sighed and said: "Forget it. Marriage requires fate, and it seems that you don't have the fate. But I think it's a pity. Okay, let's not talk about it. Mayor Feng, when will the planning and design of Binjiang Road be released?
Ah? I want to go to a meeting to study it as soon as possible."
I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Secretary Rong, the planning and design plan has basically come out. However, I always feel that there is something that I am not satisfied with, but I can't figure out what is wrong. I will try it as soon as possible, next week
When the time comes, I’ll go over the plan with the design unit.”
She said: "Well, let's take a look at it together next week. If you think there are flaws, then there must be something that has not been fully considered. Maybe we can find the problems together."
I said: "Okay."
She then smiled and asked me: "Mayor Feng, are you a Virgo?"
I was suddenly stunned, "Virgo? What do you mean?"
She smiled on the other end of the phone: "Mayor Feng, it seems that your mentality is indeed old. Horoscopes, many young people now like to use zodiac signs to see a person's personality. Haha! I also listen to my children
Speaking of which, there is a saying that Virgos always like to pursue perfection and cannot tolerate the slightest flaw in their eyes. You said that you always feel that there is something wrong with the design of our Binjiang Road, but for a while, you can't find where the problem lies.
As soon as I heard what you said, I thought you were a Virgo."
I couldn't help but laugh, "Well, this is the first time I've heard this statement. Secretary Rong, I'll call the relevant people to come to your place next week, and then we'll take a look at the current design plan."
The matter of her introducing my girlfriend to me was finally settled, which made me feel a lot more relaxed.
I stayed with my child at home all day, and my mother cooked a lot of dishes at noon. However, I found that while I felt the warmth of home, I also felt empty. I really wanted to call Zhu Dan, but the child
But it kept pestering me. I couldn't bear to reject the child, and at the same time I felt guilty in my heart, so I gave up the idea of contacting Zhu Dan.
But what I didn't expect was that at night, when I had just finished eating, I received a phone call, "Feng Xiao, can you still recognize my voice?"
The voice in my ears was so familiar that I immediately felt excited, "Of course. Where are you now? New Zealand?"
She didn't answer me, "Have you moved? Where are you?"
I understood immediately, "Are you back?"
She said: "I'll wait for you at the place where you used to live. At the villa."
Then she hung up the phone.
After being stunned for a while, I hurriedly packed up and drove out. At this moment, I felt an uncontrollable excitement in my heart.
When I got there, I saw a red sports car parked outside the community. Next to the sports car, I saw a woman. The woman was wearing a soft brown dress, with scarlet lips, her hair was pulled up high, and her nose was glued to both sides.
A few tiny grains of sand. She looked at me steadily, and after a while she sighed and said: "Feng Xiao, Feng Xiao, I had a good life when I was little, and I have become a sumo wrestler."
This was the first time I saw her after we broke up last time. For a moment, I was in a trance, as if I was still in New Zealand. She was so young and beautiful at that time, but although she looked the same in front of me, her temperament was very different.
Big change. She is no longer a girl, but a young woman.
"Are you mute?" she said with a smile, "I haven't eaten yet. I really want to eat Chongqing hot pot."
In this way, we went to a hot pot restaurant. Like a hungry jackal, she quickly wiped out all the dishes on the table. I had to order a few more dishes for her. I looked at her looking slightly tired and nervous.
She was so gluttonous that she wanted to talk to her, but she thought it was better to remain silent.
Later, she put down the chopsticks in her hand, wiped her mouth and fingers with a tissue, took out a tube of lipstick from her bag and applied it calmly. When she took off her green apron, she sighed.
He took a breath, stared at me blankly, and said absently: "The hot pot here is really terrible."
I suddenly felt that she was unfamiliar with me, so I couldn't help but ask her: "Who are you? Are you still Zhang Shiyu?"
She glanced at me, then laughed, then winked at me and said, "Who am I? I really need to think about this question."
After finishing the meal, she said to me: "Follow me." Then she jumped into the red sports car and sped away. I drove hurriedly to follow her.
Later, her car stopped in a remote place in the suburbs, and we soon stood under a big crabapple tree. She took a step forward and then hesitantly hugged me.
The scent of the perfume on her body was very light. I closed my eyes and breathed in the familiar scent of perfume on her neck. My arms never held her in my arms. If a passerby passed by, I would see a woman hugging her tightly.
He was holding a man, but the man's arms were bent and raised into the air, like a prisoner who had to surrender.
Later, she drove me suddenly and looked at me with a look of extreme disgust, as if she wanted to pick off all my bones and flesh. "I want to drink." She said impatiently, "I really want to drink!"
I couldn't help but smile bitterly, "There's no wine for sale here."
She immediately laughed and said, "Don't worry, I brought it myself. I brought a box of small bottles of Erguotou."
I was a little surprised, "You, what else did you bring?"
She fell silent immediately.
I heard that she found a foreign Chinese, and the foreign Chinese was said to be a sculptor. I once went online to check for information about Chinese sculptors in New Zealand, and unexpectedly found a photo of him and Zhang Shiyu. I also saw this
his works.
His most famous group of works is called "The Seeds of Time". All the people, both male and female, have round heads like tadpoles, and their chests are bulging as if they have celiac disease, and their hands are always carelessly moving.
Protect your private parts, as if time has never passed in this world, but is secretly stored in the seminal vesicles or wombs of humans. He and his parents are very rich.
She was looking at me, "Let's go, let's find a place to drink."
I nodded to him numbly and couldn't help but. I didn't know why I couldn't refuse her. Maybe it was because her former beauty left a deep impression on me, or because I didn't dare to offend her with a weird personality. More likely, it was because
This feeling of seeing her again after a long separation made me unable to bear to refuse her.
It was in a small hotel nearby, a very simple place. She actually brought a box of small bottles of Erguotou.
We drank a duck neck first. After finishing the drink, she looked at me for a long time, and her pupils turned a deep blue color amidst the buzzing static electricity.
"Let's have another one." She threw a bottle to me casually, "I remember you are good at drinking."
I unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip, explaining that I rarely drink alcohol now.
She said: "Then will you drink today?"
I said, in a harsh voice, not knowing who I was trying to get angry with, "Drink!"
After we finished the second bottle, I stood up staggeringly and walked over to her. She was still sitting with her legs crossed on the shabby sofa. In this way, I could only hold her head tightly on her growing belly.
.Her body began to shake like an electric shock. If I guessed correctly, she must be crying. I hugged her tighter, like hugging my own shadow.
She struggled to straighten up and turned off the light. In my impression, she didn't seem to like having sex in bright light.
That night she was crazier than ever before. When we rolled down from the babbling wooden bed to the floor, I realized that it was about to rain, and the dazzling lightning outside split a flower on the dirty white wall.
Another weird cosmos. I was sweating and stretched the thin quilt to the wet ground... In the bursts of thunder, we seemed to be entangled and fighting together like two dying catfish. I
The only feeling was that she was a man and I was a woman. When I tried to pin her down, she threw me down and sat firmly on my slimy body again.
When another cluster of lightning suddenly bloomed in the dark room, I saw her looking down at me with her eyes open.
I groaned, and pushed my body that no longer belonged to me to move even more vigorously... When the last few seconds came, I was surprised to find that we had rolled under the bed. In the waves of convulsions,
What I stared at was the black bottom of the bed.
We hugged each other and rolled out from under the bed. She climbed up from me without a word. After a long while, she deliberated and asked me: "How about... let's have some more drinks?"
I said okay tiredly. She took two bottles of Erguotou. In this way, we sat naked on the cold floor and continued to drink. The raindrops outside finally fell, and we listened to the crackling raindrops beating rapidly.
House glass.
When I woke up the next day, my head was still dizzy. Whenever I opened my eyes, the world was spinning rapidly, and there was a foreign object rising in my throat. When I finally calmed down and shouted "Poetry, Poetry" loudly, suddenly
I heard a man's voice, "Hey! You finally woke up?"
I stood up and looked at me with a square face. Who else could it be besides the owner of this small hotel? "How did you get in?" I glanced at her blankly.
He said: "I saw that the door to your room was open. I was afraid that you would drop something, so I came in to take a look. I found you sleeping naked on the sofa."
I panicked and pulled a sheet to cover my lower body, and asked stumblingly: "Don't you see... who is that?"
He said: "It seems that he left early in the morning." Then he looked at me with a strange look in his eyes and said, "I'll give you a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao spray."
I looked at him suspiciously, and he grinned and said, "Go and look in the mirror."
Only then did I feel pain all over my body.
The man in the mirror still scared me. He was covered in bruises, especially the bloody marks on his chest. Fortunately, my face and neck were intact.
I tried my best to recall every detail of last night, but found that everything was so blurry.
Her sports car downstairs was no longer there. I tried to call her old number but found that it was out of service. Suddenly I remembered that she had called me yesterday, but I immediately realized that it was a landline number. It shouldn't be hers.
Coming from my father's house, I have a sensitive memory for phone numbers.
I called, but the other party told me that the number was from a restaurant. I seemed to understand: she must have called me yesterday when she was preparing to have dinner with someone, and then ran away immediately.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly, and at the same time I told myself in my heart: I just had a colored nightmare last night.
Of course, I know this is a kind of self-deception. She was with me yesterday, which is a real thing. We haven't seen each other for a long time, and our meeting yesterday became so crazy and unrestrained. But she is still her, and she is better than before.
Even crazier, her behavior last night was almost brutal.
Maybe she came back this time to have a settlement with me. She was so crazy last night, just hoping to leave a deep imprint on our mutual memories.
She left countless scars on my body, which was a kind of revenge for her kindness to me. But she had me in her heart, so she had so much passion last night. My heart suddenly felt sad:
I'm sorry, Shiyu. I'm sorry, you are just a passer-by in my life. I am the same in your life.
I believe we will never meet again, maybe in this life.
The author's digression:
"Famous Family Scandal: Leng Shao's Pillow Wife"
Author:Kazhilova
Introduction
He worked every step of the way, just to invite her into the urn, he played with her in every possible way but did not allow any man to get close to her! His cruelty to her was not only for his own selfish desires, but also for the past event of his fall.
Her heart sank in this offensive and defensive battle, and she was exhausted physically and mentally. She wanted to leave, but she never thought that she would...
This is the story of a little fox meeting a scheming old fox. A wise man is a tall man, but a devil is taller than him. It is an urban pet story about knocking down and fighting back. Others are hell. Who will surrender to whom in the end?