The two walked side by side along the tree-lined avenues in the park, talking about their dreams when they were young.

Hearing Zhao Jiajia say some things about her youth, Gu Mu couldn't help but talk about his youth:

"You also know, I'm just an illegitimate child, I've been discriminated against since I was a child, and I've been bullied by others since I was sensible, no one has made decisions for me except my mother, but my mother doesn't have the ability to make decisions for me, and my mother is also very hard, more bitter than me. At that time, my biggest dream was to have a high level of martial arts and beat everyone who bullied me to death. ”

"Your boys' dreams are too violent. Zhao Jiajia said.

"Yes, later I also knew that there was no way to realize such a dream, there are no knights with high martial arts in this world, and killing people is also a crime, and they really have to do it to them, and they don't know who they are who died, so I gave up such ideas later and began to have some more practical ideas. Gu Mu said with emotion.

"I heard that when you were found by Mr. Wang, life was very hard?" Zhao Jiajia asked with a sudden blink.

"It's more bitter, delivery of takeaways. Gu Mudao.

"It seems that the income from food delivery is okay, right?" Zhao Jiajia said.

"It's not a matter of income," Gu Mu said, "The main thing is that I made a girlfriend, and then that girlfriend didn't plan to live with me for the rest of her life, so all the money I earned was spent, and it wasn't enough." That's the most tiring. If you can't live today, you can't see tomorrow, and your body is tired, and your heart is tired. ”

Zhao Jiajia said: "That's quite pitiful." ”

"But that's all in the past," Gu Mu suddenly laughed and said, "Don't you see that I'm also a fool now, I have my own career and my own ......."

He originally wanted to say that he had his own "woman", but after looking at Zhao Jiajia, he still didn't open this mouth after all, and said hesitantly:

“…… also has his own love...... I think that's good. ”

The word "love" came out of his mouth, which was particularly awkward.

Probably except for actors, only secondary school teenagers will naturally say these two words.

Adults are probably embarrassed to say these two words.

Especially when you really understand what it is.

Zhao Jiajia was also numb when she heard this, and asked Gu Mu with a smile:

"Who do you mean by love?"

No matter who she was referring to, at least she understood that it wasn't herself.

"Forehead ......"

Gu Mu hesitated for a moment before saying:

"I'm a person, you know, a scumbag, see one and love another, so when I talk about love, I don't mean anyone. ”

"How can you say that about yourself?" Zhao Jiajia said with some sarcasm, "You should say that you are quite amorous." ”

Although it is ironic, it also has some joking meanings in it.

Gu Mu smiled awkwardly and said, "Don't dare to say that, scum is scum, I still have this self-knowledge." ”

asked Zhao Jiajia again: "What about you, ...... when you were young?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just when I was younger. Zhao Jiajia rolled her eyes and said.

"Eh, did you have any love stories when you were young?" Gu Mu asked cautiously.

Although he also doesn't like Zhao Jiajia either, this woman is his future wife, which he can't resist, so he can only accept it.

He also hopes to know more about his future wife.

"I went abroad when I was 18 years old, and because of the language habits, it was very difficult to study abroad, and I had to work part-time to earn money, so I didn't have time to experience that kind of thing. Zhao Jiajia said.

"Oh?" Gu Mu was stunned for a moment and said, "That's a pity. ”

In his mind, isn't college a place to fall in love? Anyway, it's all filmed in TV and movies, and it's written like this.

It is really strange that Zhao Jiajia, a person who has obtained a doctorate, has never been in love.

"But when I was in high school, I had a crush ......"

Zhao Jiajia said suddenly.

"What happened later?" Gu Mu asked.

He was just curious, and had no other ideas.

He wouldn't feel anything bad about what kind of story really happened.

Don't say that the two of them are just for reasons of interest, even if it is really because of love and what happened before they got together, it is not anyone's fault.

He can still understand the rights and wrongs of this.

"Later, I ......," Zhao Jiajia said, "and then I studied abroad, and then there was no follow-up." ”

Said faintly:

"And it's just that I like him, it's not a relationship, I saw him at the class reunion the day before yesterday, but I don't feel anything anymore, and he won't know that I used to like him. ”

At the class reunion the day before yesterday, she did see the man she used to like.

However, the former love has long disappeared in the long river of time, and after 10 years, there is no longer any feeling when I see that person again.

At most, I just think of the youthful years of the past, and I think of the once youthful self.

In the age when it was okay to love, there was no love.

And now, love has nothing to do with her.

There are just some feelings.

The man got married.

Not just married, but divorced.

In the years of marriage and divorce, it seems that I have been tortured a lot, and I look much older than my actual age.

In the first few years of studying abroad, she also thought many times about what kind of scene the two would be when they met if she returned to China.

She had imagined all kinds of encounters, some on rainy days, some on moonlit nights, some in a familiar place, and some in a foreign land.

I have imagined a variety of scenes, each of which is very romantic, and even in the imagined scenes, there will be some particularly romantic small backgrounds.

For example, falling flowers, umbrellas held up in the rain.

And beautiful clothes, long hair flying in the wind.

In the mist and rain, the boats shuttling in the small river, and the crisp willows on the shore.

…………

But none of those scenes have ever happened in the real world.

When you really see that man, all you can feel is the destruction of firewood, rice, oil and salt in real life.

That man is no longer as sunny and handsome as he used to be, and he is no longer high-spirited as before, and all he is talking about is his career and children, and he has become trivial and normal.

The man she once thought of in her heart, in her mind, the existence of a male god, after years of devastation, has also become like this, so that she no longer has any longing for such a thing as love.