It was already night in reality, and Zhang Dali had just left the game when he heard his stomach growling, obviously because he was hungry, urging him to eat quickly.
A bag of instant noodles is indeed not enough for an adult man. This activity lasted more than seven hours. It would be strange not to be hungry.
Zhang Dali originally planned to continue making instant noodles, but when he thought that he could not continue to be so shabby after making a lot of money today, he could no longer suppress the thought of rewarding himself, so he put on a coat and went out.
It is early spring, the temperature at night is neither cold nor hot, and the occasional breeze blows through, which makes people feel refreshed.
The community where Zhang Dali lives is very old, with decades of history. The rows of buildings with a maximum height of no more than five floors look like elderly people approaching their twilight years. They look a bit lonely and shabby in the dim night.
Although the community is a bit dilapidated, there is a downtown area more than a thousand meters away, the city center of the old city. The political functions are declining because the government agencies have moved to the new city, but the economic functions are still the same. High-rise buildings that were built only a few years ago are still there.
Daxia stands majestically wherever you can see it, with bright lights and crowds of people, making it extremely lively and prosperous.
From the quiet community to the noisy downtown, it was like crossing two worlds. As Zhang Dali walked on the noisy streets, he felt an indescribable vitality.
This kind of existence has a long history. It is a kind of yearning and rejection of prosperity by the small people at the bottom.
Yearning for a life of free control over material matters, rejecting the disdain expressed by those majestic and gorgeous buildings with their condescending posture.
This is a very contradictory mood, based on the conflict between dreams and reality.
Walking to an intersection, while waiting for the light to turn green, Zhang Dali raised his head and looked at the sky.
The sky surrounded by the stone forest was so small that it could be covered with a slap. There were no stars, and only a pale waning moon competed feebly with the neon lights refracting from the sky.
Even the moon, a symbol of the night, was gradually being forgotten. He opened his mouth and smiled, thinking to himself that this world rushing forward like a flood is really cruel.
Zhang Dali found a seat at a food stall that still had room, ordered a few dishes and a bottle of beer.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a meal like this. Life is so tight that even cheap food stalls in the eyes of others have become a luxury.
There were a lot of guests, and the food was served very slowly. Zhang Dali waited for a long time but couldn't get the food. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, but seeing so many people, it was hard to rush, so he ordered another plate of peanuts and started drinking.
Chewing peanuts, drinking wine slowly, and staring at a tall office building in front of him with most of the lights extinguished, Zhang Dali's anxious mood slowly calmed down, and a sense of comfort slowly developed.
"It would be great if I could have such a relaxed and joyful mood every day." Just as he was thinking this, Zhang Dali suddenly heard an extremely pleasant voice with a hint of doubt: "Zhang Dali?"
Zhang Dali, who was looking sideways at the office building, heard this voice, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he turned around hurriedly.
The facial features on her fair-skinned Guazi face are still so delicate and beautiful. Her shawl-long hair is no longer as black as before, but its wheat-yellow color is also very pleasing to the eye, especially that smile with a hint of tiredness that attracts people's attention like a whirlpool.
It's hard to escape.
"Hello." Looking blankly at the unfamiliar face in front of him that he remembered almost every day, Zhang Dali suddenly felt a wave of heat coming from his heart, rushing through his limbs like an electric current, making his whole body
Fever and restlessness.
"What kind of greeting is this? It seems like we are strangers." The visitor sat down opposite Zhang Dali, with a hint of complaint in the smile on his face.
"Haha, long time no see. Just got off work?" Zhang Dali smiled awkwardly, and the thumb of his right hand holding the wine glass unconsciously moved on the wall of the glass.
"Long time no see. What were you looking at just now? You were so attentive." The visitor opened the plastic package outside the tableware set in front of him without anyone noticing, took the wine bottle on Zhang Dali's right hand, and poured some wine into the glass.
Swirled it, poured it on the ground, and filled the wine glass.
"What are you looking at? Of course I'm looking at the place where you work, Xu Ranran." With this thought in his mind, Zhang Dali looked at the person he had been missing in front of him, and a happiness so huge that it filled his heart and chambers filled his heart.
He came to this strange city just to follow the so beautiful figure that appeared in front of him that it took his breath away.
He has liked this figure for a long time, from high school to college, until now, almost two years after graduation.
The feeling of liking went from budding to erupting to being suppressed, and now it has become a habit like breathing.
I like you, but it has nothing to do with you.
This is the feeling of secret love. After walking with this feeling for so long, when he saw the person he had longed for face to face, Zhang Dali felt so excited that it was hard to suppress it, but he didn't know how to deal with it. It even made him want to
Escape immediately.
But he knew that he couldn't. It was enough to be useless to have liked him for so long without confessing. If he left in embarrassment at this time, what was the point of living? It would be better to find a piece of tofu and kill him.
"I didn't see anything." Zhang Dali's voice was very soft, like a thief who was caught stealing.
"Come on, let's drink." Zhang Dali pretended to be relaxed and raised the wine glass, shaking it towards Xu Ranran.
"Yeah." Xu Ranran smiled and clinked glasses with Zhang Dali, then raised her head slightly and drank all the wine in the glass.
Zhang Dali also drank it all in one gulp. He drank very quickly in order to use alcohol to suppress his inner panic.
But when he drank the wine glass in his hand with only some foam left, Zhang Dali looked through the empty wine glass and found that Xu Ranran was already looking at him with a smile, and her wine glass was all that was left.
Some residual foam was put aside.
Obviously, her glass emptied earlier than his.
"You are still so good at drinking." Xu Ranran is very good at drinking. Zhang Dali knows this better than anyone. He clearly remembers the day of high school graduation when Xu Ranran got him drunk as a dead pig.
This is something that Zhang Dali regrets very much, because at that time he wanted to express his love to her through the use of alcohol, but the alcohol was never enough for him to muster up the courage, and he fell unconscious without knowing it.
"Coward." Thinking of the past, Zhang Dali cursed himself secretly.
"Of course, I am the god of wine compared to you. By the way, why are you here? On a business trip?" Xu Ranran looked a little complacent and even more confused.
"No, I live nearby now." Zhang Dali wanted to say yes, but he said no. Then his face became hotter and hotter, and he lowered his head slightly and did not dare to look at Xu Ranran, as if he was confessing his guilt.
Zhang Dali knew that he had been holding it in for too long, and he finally found an outlet. His mouth could no longer go against the truth in his heart.
"Really or not, where do you live?!" Xu Ranran almost shouted this sentence, attracting the attention of the surrounding diners.
"Ah, Ning'an Community, do you know?" Zhang Dali was also startled by Xu Ranran's high-pitched voice. He looked up in surprise and saw the look of surprise on Xu Ranran's face, and his heart instantly palpitated.
"I know, it's really close. When did you come to Wushi?" Xu Ranran knew she was losing her temper and quickly lowered her voice.
"I came here after graduation." Zhang Dali answered very frankly and lonely.
"Why didn't you say anything to me? You've been missing for the past two years. I thought you went abroad. I don't know how many classmates I asked about you but they all said they didn't know. What are you doing?" Xu Ranran's tone was a little bit...
Angry and even more complaining.
"If you don't do well, you won't be able to see others." Zhang Dali chuckled, feeling a little sad in his heart.
"No matter how bad your life is, you have to remember me. What did you say at that time, I am your best friend, right? But you even hid it from me, are you still a human being? I am really angry, you know
Well, do you not regard me as a friend?" Xu Ranran became more and more angry as she spoke, and in her anger she even picked up the empty wine glass on the table and knocked it hard.
"I just don't want to contact anyone because I don't have the face to see you." As he said this with all his heart, Zhang Dali suddenly felt that everything suddenly became clear, as if the breath that had been stuck in his chest for countless years was finally released, allowing him to
While feeling anxious, I felt a little less depressed.
