Cao Yingying looked up at the sky and let out a long breath.

"Yingying," Cao's mother continued to persuade, "no one is perfect. You look at Xiao Wu and there is only such a disliked place, you might as well try to get along with others. I really can't get along, how can my mother force you to pull you together? Listen to your mother this time, and beg your mother to beg you. ”

Cao Yingying tried her best to tilt her head, but she still couldn't hold back her tears.

- The white clouds walked leisurely and contentedly in the washed air, walking.

Looking at such a flowing white cloud, Cao Yingying couldn't help but think of the poem "Don't take away a cloud". I really don't know how the poet could have such an imagination, but at this time she felt that if this cloud could really bring her as a person, at least, to bring away the pain in her heart, how good it would be.

"Yingying, do you want your mother to kneel down for you, do you promise your mother?" Cao Mu said bitterly again, her legs trembling unconsciously.

When Cao Yingying heard this, she hurriedly turned around, grabbed Cao's mother's arm, and cried and said, "Mom, I promise you, I promise you everything!" ”

"Yingying," Cao's mother finally got Cao Yingying's reply, I don't know why, but her heart was full of sourness, "Mom is really all for your good." ”

Cao Yingying nodded again and again and said, "Mom, I understand, Yingying understands." ”

Cao's mother raised her hand to wipe Cao Yingying's tears: "Yingying, no matter if you are still unhappy in your heart at this time, you still complain about your mother, and your mother doesn't blame you." Someday, you'll understand Mom's good intentions. ”

Cao Yingying gently grabbed Cao's mother's hand, and tears still fell down one by one: "I don't blame you, Mom." I've always known that you're doing it for my good. It's all Yingying's bad, so you have to worry about my business so much. ”

"What are you talking about, you kid? If your mother's heart doesn't fuck you, who is it for? As long as you get good, Mom will this heart thoroughly. Cao's mother said, pulled Cao Yingying into her arms, and cried bitterly.

……

Cao Yingying got off work, took Li Xiaoxue home first, and was alone, and then slowly drove to the city theater, when she still had a lot of thoughts.

I solemnly said "goodbye" to the person I loved, and I couldn't help but fall in love, get married, have children, and almost, I thought about the rest of my life.

"Marriage, marriage, in the end, is still a fate." When she thought of this again, she still couldn't help it, moistened her eyes, "It's destined not to be her own, no matter how hard you try, what's the use?" That's just a heart that fills others, where can I hear your Cao Yingying's voice anymore? Forget it, Cao Yingying, why bother with yourself like this? But it's also a relationship that I envisioned, a fairytale-like relationship, really shelved in reality, must it be so beautiful? Could it be like a mermaid that is made of foam that only shines on the blue sea? Forget it, Cao Yingying. Life is life. ”

Life is life. After such illogical words flashed inadvertently in her mind, she couldn't help but smile bitterly again.

She laughed this time, and the laughter was really bitter, so bitter that it was the same as eating a yellow lotus.

What she rushed to was a movie, but her own life.

At an intersection, she turned a corner.

After turning the corner, she continued her thoughts.

Her life really came together with Wu Fei, and she also knew how superior it was.

Such superiority, she occasionally imagines,—— inexplicably imagines, involuntarily imagines.

is so superior, it's just one step away from her. As the so-called success is also Xiao He, defeat is also Xiao He, this step, as Cao's mother said, is the key to her life.

This critical step, she almost "missed", this critical step, and now that I think about it, it also made her tremble.

She was still not sure if she would fall in love with a man who would give her a privileged life. Living with a person she doesn't love for a lifetime, even now, she is still unwilling, but the person she really loves is more than thousands of miles away from her.

It's like two planets that can never intersect, and she and the person she loves will not get closer, only farther and farther away.

"If you don't be with someone you love, be with someone who loves you." After such a really old-fashioned view flashed in her mind again, she also comforted herself, although she failed to win love, she also won life.

"Goodbye, Han Haitao." She wiped her eyes and put on the brakes, it was already a city theater.

She came a little early, more than twenty minutes before the opening.

She set a timer with her phone, leaned back against the saddle, closed her eyes and recuperated.

She didn't dress herself well for this date, and it was always difficult for others to see her mental exhaustion.

- The regular ringing of the bell is the beginning of her new life, and she at least does not want her new life to start to be exhausted.

And she was really tired, tired like she never felt.

She felt that all she had was a pile of flesh that was falling little by little, and the bones and souls that supported it didn't know where to go.

- Could it be that she can only give this body of flesh to the man she is about to meet?

Just this body of meat, Wu Fei, who is the same as an old pedant, will like it, can he accept it?

If you still like it, just give it. Let this man with superior conditions raise her flesh.

Yes, it's just meat.

Twenty minutes passed unhurriedly. When the bell rang, she opened her eyes, and when she looked at everything in front of her, it seemed to be different.

She pushed the car door and got out of the car, and the people walking into the theater had become flowing water.

Her mind suddenly went blank again, and she didn't know how she sat down with the bustling people.

The movie was shown on time, but the seat next to her was empty!

She didn't know why, but she tensed for a moment, as if she had been scared by a nightmare.

"Why didn't he come?" She asked in a panic in her heart, and read her seat number carefully, without the slightest error, she couldn't help it, so she stood up and looked around.

An impatient accusation rang out around her, and she apologized a few words and sat down again.

"It's not a date in the ordinary sense of the word, and it's not a pigeon release in the ordinary sense." She didn't have time to watch any movies, so she muttered in her heart, "Even if he can't come to something temporarily, he should always tell him, how can he ......"

The movie is a romantic comedy, and the wonderful clips are screened, and a burst of laughter in the audience interrupts her thoughts.

Looking at the time again, the film was about halfway through, she couldn't help it, so she wanted to make a call to Wu Fei, but Wu Fei's name was found in the phone book and gave up.

How can she make such a call? What about asking? Or questioning? Seemingly, it's not very appropriate.

She could only smile bitterly again and get up to leave the table.

……

The person holding the movie ticket next to Cao Yingying actually arrived at the theater on time, but this person was not Wu Fei, but Han Haitao.

When Han Haitao was about to get off work, someone sent a courier in the same city.

The courier only has the recipient, not the sender, he looked at it and was puzzled for a moment.

When he opened the courier, what was presented in front of him was just a movie ticket.

Looking at this movie ticket for the romantic comedy that night, his brows couldn't help frowning again, and he secretly thought: "Who would send such a ticket?" ”

Since he worked, he has entered the cinema with Li Xiaoxue, and naturally, Li Xiaoxue's shadow appeared in front of him.

——Li Xiaoxue's shadow often appears in front of him.

"If it's really Xiaoxue who sent the movie ticket, then ......" he thought again, his heartbeat accelerated a little, "Romantic comedy, Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue, romantic comedy......"

He turned these two specific words over and over in his mind, and in the office, he began to spin.

The romantic comedy and Li Xiaoxue's results made him almost ecstatic.

He could almost hear Li Xiaoxue's sweet voice ringing softly in his ears. His eyes were getting wet a little. He calmed the movie ticket exhibition in his hand and made a pious prayer.

"Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue......" He became more and more excited, and he felt the return of his happiness.

The return of happiness was too sudden, too intense, so sudden and intense that he didn't dare to believe it.

And how could he not believe it? Besides Li Xiaoxue, who else would give him such a movie ticket?

He suddenly remembered that on that rainy night, he missed Li Xiaoxue's appointment, which was also a romantic comedy.

This made him even more convinced of his own judgment.

The rest of the day was spent in an indescribable eagerness of waiting.

He wanted to call Li Xiaoxue several times, but gave up several times.

He felt that Li Xiaoxue must have given himself a special surprise by sending movie tickets in this way. And if he calls again, such a kind of comfort in the transmission of love will be greatly reduced.

He really enjoyed the feeling of waiting, he had been waiting for this moment of surprise for too long.

He counted the time almost second by second, and it was time for him to get off work.

He dressed himself up carefully, went to the flower shop to buy a large bouquet of roses, and was very excited to drive the car to the theater, and from a distance, he saw Cao Yingying's car parked in front of the theater.

"How did her car end up here? Did she send Xiaoxue over, or did she also watch the movie together? If she also went to see the movie, the three of them ......" He was confused, so he pulled the car against the side of the road and stopped.

He kept staring at Cao Yingying's car until Cao Yingying got out of the car alone and walked to the theater.

"Just her? What about Xiaoxue? He was even more puzzled, most of the day's surprises disappeared, got out of the car, arrived at the door of the screening hall, and when he looked at his seat, Cao Yingying was still alone.

"What do you mean?" He panicked, absconded, and exited the theater.

Running back to the car, he raised his palm, got off the ground, slapped his head, and shouted, "How can this be?" How so? ”

He tore the roses he bought, and scattered them all over the room.

"How so?" Unable to find an answer, he shouted again on his back, lying on the steering wheel, crying profusely.