In the dead of night, I thought of him, the flowers he sent, and said some heart-rending love words, gambling on a happy chip. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the crowded streets, I think of him, how is he now, but I can't give you the answer you want, but you must be happy.

He Jie's "You Must Be Happy" was used as a mobile phone ringtone, and the mobile phone had already rang once in the messy quilt, but I didn't answer it, and I didn't want to move it again.

Maybe it's Uncle Enron's urging to draft, before I met Zheng Xiaoyang, I promised Uncle Enron to write a short story to him, which can be regarded as a completion of the task. Maybe Song Qiqi forgot about it, or maybe she saw that I was not in a good state and asked me to adjust my chaotic thinking.

I've been thinking about writing a story about a crush before, but I met Zheng Xiaoyang again when I was thinking about it, which made my heart ripple again after being quiet for many years, and now I know a person named Crush by the pen name, is it a coincidence, or fate?! Alas, don't think about it, headache.

The mobile phone rang for the second time, I stood up against the old sofa and walked over, my head really hurt, and this time I don't know how long it will take to get better.

No matter how people are, they have to keep their word, and I will do what I promise, but for my commitment to Xing Mengmeng, it's not that I don't want to be with her, but we will influence each other, and we will be messy with each other. Two women with similar personalities together, alas, I really don't know what will happen.

Besides, Uncle Enron is also my Bole, although there will be a strange feeling with him, I can't say it...... But it's certainly not the love of men and women, whether they are my boss or my boss, it's better to be less willful in order to live. In such a novel market, in the magazine entertainment industry, a person, an author who makes a living by writing articles, an author who survives with the support of readers, and a me who has nothing, if I disappear for too long, I will eventually be forgotten by the world.

It's a pity that I'm not a big god, not even a small god, just an ordinary woman who can't be ordinary anymore.

There are too many helplessness in life, what can I do?!

Lifting the quilt, I don't know how long the phone has been forgotten by me in the quilt, the little electricity in the upper right corner is supported, and the mobile phone is still ringing.

An unfamiliar number. Why, who is this?

Forget it, it's been ringing several times, it should be looking for me, right?!

Swipe the screen and hold your phone close to your ear.

The phone is a little hot, and it may be that your cheeks are hot, as Mengmeng said.

"Hey, hello." I can only use the deepest voice, not that I am gentle, but that I am sick, as Mengmeng said, if I suddenly become gentle then I must be sick.

The phone was very quiet, there was no sound on the phone for a while, I looked at the beating call time on the phone, I didn't hang up the phone, could it be a mistake, but I should hang up the phone if I made a mistake.

"Hey, hello." If I say this again, I'll hang up the phone if I don't make a sound, isn't this a joke for me? If I wasn't sick, I would have had a series of words flying over, but if I was sick, I could only forget it.

My patience was still being drained on the other end of the line, and after a while, there was finally a sound from the other side.

"Miss Yang Xiaosu, I'm Zhongli, Zhongli, editor of 'Xinchao' magazine, tomorrow afternoon, I'll wait for you under the plane tree downstairs, let's see you soon."

Before I could digest these words, another sentence came from there, "If you don't come, I think, Miss Yang, you must know what the consequences are!" ”

If you say something more indifferent than just now, you didn't discuss it, and you didn't give me a chance to answer.

Just like Zhongli's character, just like Zhongli's habit of doing things.

The mobile phone was thrown on the quilt and fell on the bed, with his head buried in the quilt, how long has the quilt not seen the sun, and there is no smell of sunshine that I like.

Zhong Li, she has the capital to threaten me, the only daughter of Zhong Dahai of the Zhong Group, who is so high; The boss and editor behind the "New Wave" magazine, if she wanted to destroy me, it would be easier for her to kill me than to trample on an ant.

It's just that I don't know if I've never crossed paths with her, what will she do with me, but Uncle An Ran and Song Qiqi and those senior writers of "Xinyi" have seen Zhongli, and in the annual friendship between the two rivals, although they don't want to see each other, they still have to go through the motions.

Of course, I didn't go because I didn't have that qualification. Song Qiqi said that Zhongli has become a standard Shanghai woman, who can be coquettish and willful, and her voice makes people's scalp tingle. I don't want to go to that kind of occasion either, it's not suitable, I don't laugh at my skin, what does that mean to me?

In a sense, Song Qiqi wanted to protect me, she knew that my temper was not very good, and she was afraid that she would cause trouble for them, so I never went. I haven't seen Zhongli either, but I've only seen her on TV and in the newspapers. Her radiance is so radiant, and her femininity and grace are unmatched by me. It's probably not a good thing that she can find me for something.

Thinking too much, so tired, so wanting to sleep.

......

"Hey, Sister Susu, you're up, wait a minute, I'll bring you noodles." I got up from the bed, when did I fall asleep? I have no memory, alas, the taste of illness is really uncomfortable, but fortunately, I still have hot noodles to eat in my mouth.

I smiled at her, the sun was behind her, and she opened the window, and a little wind blew in through the window. A few books next to the computer were blown "banging", and the computer was on.

She came over, took my hand, sat next to me, and said, "Sister Susu, it should be better to see that you are not hot, but you can't skip the medicine, come, eat the noodles first, and then take the medicine in half an hour."

Mengmeng put a bowl of hot noodles next to the computer, pulled the quilt aside, and handed me my coat.

I looked at her and it felt so nice to have someone to take care of.

Mengmeng's straight hair was fainted in a circle in the sun, and suddenly his heart was hot, and he smiled, "Mengmeng, thank you." Mengmeng leaned her head on my shoulder, her soft hair swept over my cheeks and hid it in my neck, Mengmeng laughed and said, "Sister Susu, you are my support, you are not allowed to abandon me until I find love, otherwise I will cry." She smiled and told me, but I knew she was serious, so why didn't we rely on each other?!

"No, Mengmeng, you will always be my sister." I looked at the bowl of noodles on the computer desk, the eggs were boiled and the green onions were cut into seven long and eight short, but this was cooked for me by Mengmeng.

"Well, that's pretty much it!" Mengmeng jumped away happily after getting a satisfactory answer, "Sister Susu, eat it quickly, it won't taste good if it's cold." Mengmeng turned around, jumped over the clutter on the ground and went out to the windowsill to see the scenery.

"Mengmeng, what time is it?" Halfway through the noodle meal, I suddenly remembered the phone call I received yesterday.

"Sister Susu, it's seven minutes to one o'clock."

Mengmeng looked at the watch on her wrist and didn't raise it, "What's the matter, Sister Su Su has something to do in the afternoon?" ”

I didn't answer her, I just lowered my head and ate noodles seriously, I was hungry for too long, and I couldn't care about what kind of image I had. What the? Lady? I'm not a lady.

After the storm and clouds, I cleaned up the kitchen and came out, standing at the door of the kitchen, Mengmeng was still standing by the window, I was stunned for a while, maybe she had something on her mind.

Dry your hands, finish your medicine, and clean up the house.

"What's the matter, Mengmeng, have something on your mind?" I stood beside Mengmeng and leaned over to put the book at my feet in the corner. Straightening my waist and looking at Mengmeng, Mengmeng hesitated whether to say it, I frowned, and said, "Mengmeng, Zhongli is looking for me, I can't play with you when I go out this afternoon."

Mengmeng raised her eyes, thought for a while, and asked, "Sister Susu, what is the matter with her looking for you?" It must not be a good thing, so don't go. I didn't answer, and Mengmeng immediately said, "Then, I'll go with you."

"No, Mengmeng, she might have something to do with me, she shouldn't be a big man who can't mess with me. You go out by yourself, I'll accompany you to go shopping tomorrow, I see a newly opened shop, the things in it are delicious, and I still want to eat Xiao Yangsheng fried. Speaking of eating, Mengmeng smiled happily, I breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "I'll call you if there's something, by the way, don't run far, I just got lost here, the key is next to the computer, don't forget to bring the key when you go out, and, pay attention to safety on the road, come back early......"

"Oh, Sister Susu, I know, it's more verbose than an old lady in her seventies and eighties......"

I laughed, and then Mengmeng grinned too.

"Then I'm leaving." I took my bag and put it on myself, turned and went out.

"Remember to call me if you have something." Dream dream's voice came, and I was already at the corner of the stairs.

Downstairs, there is still no piece of paper that I threw downstairs yesterday.

Zheng Xiaoyang, will we cut off contact like this?!

There weren't many people on the bus, Zhongli said that the building was on the left street, and looking at the location on the map, it was still a little far from here, I don't know what she told me to do there.

The winter sun is still dazzling, and when I drive out of the street, I am surrounded by plane trees, high and low, but all of them are dead branches and leaves.

Through the window glass, the trunk of the sycamore tree grows straight upward, and the branches are not thick to the sides. Thin light dark branches grow some yellow sycamore fruits, bunches after bunches, scattered. The leaves of the sycamore trees have long since fallen off, and only some dead leaves remain on the dense branches. Gray-black, like leaves after being roasted over a fire.

It's a pity that I didn't see the sycamore flowers or sycamore leaves flying in the wind, it must be beautiful, I thought.

Is this desolation because of the desolation in my heart?!

I always thought that I would spend my days missing Zheng Xiaoyang in regret, but why should I let myself and Zheng Xiaoyang become regrets again?!

The sun is dazzling, I am drowsy, and the people in the car are listless, spring is coming, right?

If winter arrives, will spring be far away?

It's just Zheng Xiaoyang, what should I do if spring doesn't come for a long time?

Squint for a while, the bus will be notified when it arrives.

People, there are so many people, is there such a crowd in the car? Isn't it that there are very few people in the car? How could I be squeezed.

I'm so sleepy, it's because the medicine Mengmeng gave me has the ingredients for sleeping, right? Anyway, the left street is the last stop, and the bus will stop when you arrive at the station, so you can squint for a while if you can't open your eyes!

The sound of brakes, the sound of people walking and talking as soon as the car moved, did I arrive at the station before I could dream?

Holding the phone in his left hand, he followed others out of the car.

In the distance, a figure waits there.

Before the building is full, the woman in the long skirt, won't she feel cold before spring arrives?

What a beautiful shadow!!

That must be Zhongli, but what is she going to do with me?!

I don't understand, alas!

I had to walk up with my head down.