After walking two steps on the road, Ren Wei's phone called. Ren Wei is my ex-boyfriend, we have been together for three years, and we officially broke up not long ago.

To be honest, if I had to choose by myself, I would definitely choose to live alone for the rest of my life. After all, there are so many people in my life who need me to be responsible for their lives that I can't afford to take care of another person. However, fate is coming, and it is really impossible to refuse.

Since I am committed to being an invisible person in the crowd, I have been single since I was a child, and on my 24th birthday, I officially became a high-risk group of older leftover women in the eyes of my family.

They even frantically replaced the happy birthday song that was supposed to be the background of the cake cutting with the wedding march.

From that day on, every weekend when I came home from the holidays, I would be bombarded with a round of bombardment, usually prelude to my grandmother's greetings, my father's anger as the climax, and my mother's tears as the end. And I could only lower my eyebrows and cooperate with every blind date, and then silently closed the door in the middle of the night and smashed the bear at the head of the bed on the bed to vent my anger.

I didn't even dare to smash the pillow because it was too loud.

Just when I was struggling to cope with the two blind dates every weekend, Ren Wei appeared. As a man of the same age with ordinary appearance and intelligence, he really doesn't have any hardware conditions that attract me.

But he was the first man I had seen in 24 years of life, a magical man.

He was very unseemly and never worried that his actions would cause trouble to others. He drove me home every day despite my objections, waited at the door every day for me to have lunch, bought me medicine when I had a cold and watched me eat it. He never worried that I would lose sleep when I took me home, that I would have indigestion when I ate with him, or that I would have drug allergies.

All in all, his confidence that all his actions were justified, friendly, and reasonable, gave me a sense of freedom for the first time, even if it came not from my own freedom, but from watching the freedom of others.

This freedom shook me, so on a dark and windy confession night, I was attracted by the light of freedom, and worried about what would happen to his life if I rejected him, and I became his girlfriend with half a push. And then began my new destiny.

For my relationship, I prefer to use the word "fate" rather than "fate". Because it's not wonderful at all.

To condense my love story from the perspective of a bystander, it is a typical story of buns and scumbags. But I can't help it! I'm worried that he'll have a car accident or a myocardial infarction right away after the fight! I can't put human life on my hands!

When we went out to eat together, he said to eat dumplings, I would never dare to say that I would eat barbecue, for fear that unhealthy food would make the number of changes appear above his head; the two sides quarreled, he got angry, and he couldn't help but ride a bicycle to leave, I instantly apologized warmly, I was afraid that a 0 would appear above his head in the next second; the other party graduated and squatted at home for a year and a year, and I was even careful to accuse, for fear that the other party would fold hundreds of days of yang shou to me every minute; the last time we met, he used a straightforward tone, accusing me of not being gentle enough, not cute enough, not interesting enough, so the relationship broke up naturally, I looked at the WeChat chat interface on his mobile phone and confidante that was not concealed, don't even dare to pierce it.

I really don't understand what the purpose of this neurotic who is immersed in the gentle countryside with his confidante is to call his boring and troublesome ex-girlfriend. I really wanted to hang up, but I was so worried about the thought that my forehead was bruising.

I just picked it up, "Hey, what's the matter?"

"Don't let your mother send anything to me again, it's not annoying to be pestered! I'm not short of money, and I don't need to eat your jujubes!" Ren Wei's tone was quite unkind, presumably because the grape trellis in the backyard had collapsed.

It's been two weeks since I broke up with Ren Wei, and I'm afraid that my family will be hit when they know the news, so I haven't thought about how to confess to my family. Two days ago, my parents came back from Xinjiang and brought a lot of special products, maybe they were worried that Ren Wei was going to study for a doctorate by himself, and he would be anemic, so they sent him some behind my back.

I was so angry that I thought that this jujube might as well feed the farmer's snake.

But I tried my best to restrain myself as usual, and calmly replied, "We didn't mean to pester you, that is, we accidentally wrote the wrong user address when shipping." If you don't like it, just send it back to us, and the postage will be paid. ”

The other party snorted and hung up the phone.

Then I covered the microphone and whispered, "Send it back so we can feed the dogs." ”

You see, when I say cruel words, even if someone else has hung up the phone, I still carefully lower my voice, for fear of being heard by the other party.

Influencing the lives of others and seeing the impact clearly is the most terrible thing in life. It makes me want to pretend to be a transparent person everywhere and never change other people's decisions or behaviors.

There is a cruel law in the animal world. When you love someone, you love the effort and time you put into that person. And I, as a person who can't make people pay for me, maybe I won't be loved in this life.

Because people living in the dormitory of the school have to hurry up for the weekend, there are especially many family of three and young couples who have a family carnival on Monday morning. I stood hungry at the bus stop waiting for the bus, looking at the children and girlfriends on the road, and I felt that they were living vividly and warmly, and their whole bodies were shrouded in the golden light of the sun. In comparison, I felt that I was physically and mentally exhausted, and I couldn't help but tighten the collar of my coat.

Maybe it was because I was alone and too inconspicuous, and someone around me accidentally bumped into me in a hurry. I stumbled and saw a dozen numbers appear on the ground, and then they all dropped from two digits to zero.

I looked down and saw that many ants were being trampled to death by me. I think it's very sinful. It's just that even if I usually walk with my head down as much as possible to prevent accidental injury, similar accidents are always impossible to prevent.

So, I looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and gritted my teeth in my heart to think about whether to buy some mugwort leaves to take a bath tonight to ward off evil spirits.

After getting off the bus, I took another traffic light to my company. While waiting for the light, I raised my head and moved my stiff neck. Along the way, I lowered my head to avoid ants, and my neck was almost sour into hawthorn cake.

As soon as I looked up, I saw a bear child running a red light, but as soon as he took a step, he was frightened by the horn of an electric car and froze on the ground. Seeing that the electric car was about to crash when it braked, I slapped the kid by the collar and pulled him back. Only then did the child's family arrive and hurriedly confirm that the child was safe and sound.

I saw the number above the child's head, gradually rising from 0 to 21961. The person riding the electric car, the number also appeared above his head, gradually rising from 0 to 17764.

Seeing these two numbers and making sure that I had done the right thing, the gloom in my heart swept away and I felt a little proud of my eyebrows. In fact, this superpower is not so bad sometimes.

It's a pity that fate didn't let me go so easily.

So, as I continued to move my neck, I saw the man standing diagonally behind me. The man was tall and thin, with a handsome face, and the lower half of his face was buried in a thick scarf, looking gentle and harmless.

But this gentle man scared me very much. Because there were numbers floating above his head, all the while lowering, from five digits to a pitiful two-digit number, and then to 70.