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The sentimental candle tears were scattered, and the eyes were wet.

Emotions are tossing and turning, idleness is reversed, and thinking is difficult to block.

I can't see enough, the moon is like snow, who understands me.

I went to Uncle Enron with the magazine that had just come out of my "heart" and wrapped my clothes tightly, how could this be? The uncle changed the author's original work without permission, and he must bring it up, otherwise there will be a second and third time......

The weather is bad tonight, but how good can the weather be in winter? The boiling water is not hot, and going out is like an ice cellar.

If it weren't for my willfulness, who would go to the editorial office to find an uncle in the winter, wouldn't it be done with a phone call?

However, Uncle Enron is a strange person. It's easy to forget what I talked about on the phone, and in person, he will remember what I say, because he knows my temper.

It's not that I'm smart, beautiful, and literate, but it's actually because I have a personality, everything is always willful, others want to do it and then do it, I do it and think about it, if I do it wrong, I'm wrong and wrong, what can you do with me?!

Uncle Enron called me for the first time when he saw what I wrote and said, "Miss Yang, I think what you wrote is very personal, so I personally decided to sign a contract with you and ask!" What do you mean by what you're writing? ”

Holding the phone, my hands shook a little, and finally I couldn't cry or laugh, how can there be such an editor? I couldn't understand the author's text but chose to sign a contract, and at the moment of secretly rejoicing, a voice came from the microphone again, which ruthlessly devoured my hope, "Well, Miss Yang, I have to wait for our family Qiqi to decide, and she has the final say in our family." ”

Then I hung up the phone, and my heart trembled again, my dream was ruthlessly strangled in the hands of the editor, which I spent half a month of hard work! Yes!

A good wife is strict.

Maybe that's a pretext? Isn't that how everyone else refuses? For fear of hurting the self-esteem of others.

It's not that I'm afraid of hurt, but it's a pity that I worked hard for half a month, and just like that, I was denied.

I called Mengmeng and reported this good news.

She smiled over there and said, "Sister Susu, there are some things you write that I can't even understand, how can others understand them?" Forgot what someone left you? You? ”

I didn't speak, in fact, I had nothing to say, when I was in high school, Mr. Wang said to me very seriously: "Yang Xiaosu, please don't write these essays that others can't understand, okay?" I can understand it, it doesn't mean that other invigilators can understand it, and it is very possible to get a zero score, you know? ”

ignored Master Wang's bitter words, but left the teacher's office with an "oh".

It's not that I don't want to bother, it's that I really don't know what else to write other than these words that no one else can read.

When I put these inexplicable thoughts aside, my world was blank, dim, and devoid of any brilliant colors.

However, I was still the first in the Chinese class, and I remained there for a long time.

The other subjects are ridiculously poor.

Chen Meijia in "Love Apartment" is what I look like, of course, I am not as beautiful as her, I am not as lucky as her, I don't have a person who silently guards me, and I don't have all the beautiful things about her.

All I have is messy thinking, and there are three or five friends.

It was my best years.

Since then, I have lived in my own dreams.

"That must be an uncle."

I said this to Mengmeng.

Then Mengmeng laughed again on the other side of the phone.

Mengmeng is a woman who is richer than me and sadder than me.

Some things, dreamed about too much, seem to have really happened, and when they do happen, it feels like in a dream.

Yes, just like at this moment, I'd rather be in a dream, in a hazy silence, and never wake up again.

In front of me was the boy I had been dreaming of for years.

He stood quietly in front of me, he didn't speak, and I didn't speak.

Under the light, a hazy dream, I blinked, thinking it was a dream.

How so?

I haven't seen him for many years, how can I meet him on such a cold winter night?

No stars, no moon, no cars, no hustle and bustle. Only the lights, and me, and him.

He was still silent, I didn't speak, grabbed the corner of the book "Heart", and found that it was already wet, I must not be beautiful enough, otherwise how could he not know that I had always had a crush on him?!

May the time be quiet.

He is still the same as before, as beautiful as ever, and unruly as ever.

It's still the same thing I've always dreamed of in my dreams.

I wanted to smile and say hello, but I found that my cheeks were tightly stretched, and I wanted to speak, but my lips moved, dry, bitter and astringent, and I didn't open my mouth to say a word after all.

I moved my mouth again, but I still didn't say anything. Then he smiled at me, and for a moment, melted away my dark years of waiting, and I thought I would never meet him again in this life, I thought he was smiling at me.

For a moment, he turned his face behind him and said, "This is Sophie, a kind of sanitary napkin brand, which is very easy to remember."

After speaking, he looked at the people behind him with a smile.

I looked at him and wanted to laugh but couldn't.

Behind, in the smoke, a woman appeared.

After spitting out the last smoke ring, he turned his fingers and extinguished the smoke in the palm of his hand. Watching that little bit of starlight disappear from my vision, why do I have a feeling of loss? It can't be shaken away, it can't be dispersed, and it spreads to every corner of my heart.

Such a woman makes my heart feel a little distressed, how can this be? In the blink of an eye, my mind ran away.

In less than half a minute, the woman appeared in front of Zheng Xiaoyang and blocked him, and Zheng Xiaoyang fell behind the woman.

I think he's still smiling.

In the dark shadows, in the dim light, his beauty struck my soul so violently.

Again, again, and again, until death rests.

How could there be such a beautiful man in this world?

It's as demagogic as a goblin.

That's how my heart was bewitched by him, right!?

In the dark night, the pendant on the woman's chest shook my eyes, and in front of me was a ghostly woman.

In my thinking, a woman is like a ghost once she touches purple.

This woman, with a few purple lines in her hair, curled hair, draped over her shoulders, messy and scattered, simple and casual, but giving people a lazy charm.

Round neckline, open shoulders, reddish collar hair dances freely with the night breeze. The purple robe reached the thighs, but the slender legs were covered with a pair of pure white high-heeled boots.

If this kind of dress is on other women, I will definitely feel abrupt, but she makes me feel indescribable.

Absolutely beautiful like a demon, bewitching like a charm.

They are really a match made in heaven, a pair on the ground.

Good one, a pair made in heaven, a pair on the ground!!

Wait a minute......

Isn't this man in front of me the one I've always dreamed of?! How can this be?!

I looked at them, but I didn't know what excuse to use to defeat myself, and then look at myself.

Out-of-gas shirt denim, the jacket is large, leaky, and runs like it's flying.

How can such an ordinary, woman who grabs a lot of money on the street be qualified to be compared with such a coquettish-looking, super-awesome figure, fashionably dressed, and sweet-smiling woman in front of her?!

However, I love him to the bone, to the depths of my soul. Although I haven't seen him for many years, he has always been stored in the warmest place in my heart. No dust, no dust, no hustle and bustle, no worldliness, just me and him, all the good, all the simple, all the peace.

Why, to give birth to a woman who is ten thousand times more beautiful than me?

So, I hate her.

But, before I could hate her, I realized that I was not qualified to hate her.

Because she's smiling at me, smiling lightly.

I looked at her, and her gaze overwhelmed me, but again, there was something complicated in her gaze. But I can't tell.

pulled his lips, smiled lightly, and said, "Don't pay attention to him, my name is Su Feifei, 26 years old, unmarried, they all call me Sister Feifei."

Unmarried?

What does that mean?

Is it saying that she has nothing to do with Zheng Xiaoyang, or is it that she and Zheng Xiaoyang are together but they are not married?

Before I had time to think about this question, the woman spoke again and said, "Miss Yang Xiaosu?" I've heard Zheng Xiaoyang mention you. ”

Zheng Xiaoyang mentioned me in front of this woman?

I looked up at Zheng Xiaoyang's world, he was looking down and playing with his phone, the blue light shining on his cheeks, and his long hair covering his face. I couldn't see if he was smiling now, or if he was as unruly as he used to be.

Sophie looked behind her, her face expressionless.

It was as if the smiling face had never appeared.

"If you talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I'll beat you, ah, Zheng Xiaoyang!"

Sophie Fei kicked him with her own shoes, and Zheng Xiaoyang hurriedly stepped back as if he was used to it, dodging a kick. By the way, he put the mobile phone back in his chest pocket, put his hands in the pockets of his jeans, shook his long hair in a chic manner, looked gentle, and said, "Sister Feifei, An Yi called for dinner, and I have urged it several times."

Afraid that Sophie Fei wouldn't believe it, he took out his phone again. Swipe, unlock, hand the phone to Sophie Fei and say, "Look, An Yi has made several more calls."

Su Feifei opened Zheng Xiaoyang's hand, turned to me, and asked, "Miss Yang, do you want to go together?" Zheng Xiaoyang said that they are several of your classmates, Xiao Jiang, Xiao Zhao, and Xiao Li. ”

I looked at Zheng Xiaoyang, he didn't speak, in fact, he had already turned around and kicked the stones on the road alone.

Looking at his back, I suddenly wanted to cry.

He didn't say a word to me about me and him, or about me.

My heart is so sad, so sad.

I grabbed the "Heart", and the place where it was close to my hand had been quietly torn apart by me, but I did not throw them away, but held them tightly in the palm of my hand, letting the sweat soak them, and let the quiet sweat replace my cold tears.

Smiling slightly, I said, "No, Miss Su, I still have something to do, I wish you all a good time." My eyes looked in Zheng Xiaoyang's direction again, and continued: "Say hello to Jiang Haiyang, Zhao Yue, and Li Xiaolan for me, saying that I miss them very much."

Turn around, I must not let the tears fall in front of them, if I want to cry, I should also hide in Zheng Xiaoyang's arms and cry happily.

"Zhao Yue and Li Xiaolan are together."

Sophie's voice came.

"Okay."

I didn't turn around, I just moved my chapped lips and said the word with difficulty.

Walking towards the crossroads, I think, I will fade out of Zheng Xiaoyang's world!!

However, Zheng Xiaoyang, how can I let go? ?

Like the wind, Zheng Xiaoyang ran up to me, stuffed a piece of paper into my arms, seemed to be in a hurry, and said, "There is my phone number on it, as well as Jiang Haiyang, Zhao Yue, and Li Xiaolan."

After a pause, he looked me in the eye and said softly, "Remember to contact me."

The eyes only stayed for three seconds, but it was like a world away.

I looked into his eyes and had the deep anticipation I had hoped for.

I just looked at him like this, and didn't ask him yet.

I want to ask him, do you remember me? Do you still know my name? How did you tell Sophie about me?

Before he could ask, he had already returned to Sophie's side like the wind, and the two of them left together, he didn't look back, he didn't say goodbye.

But, O lover of my dreams!

Say goodbye, maybe you won't see you again!?

But, Zheng Xiaoyang, do you know how much I like you?!

I didn't want to splash ink again, but I couldn't bear to hold the pen.

How to trace your outline and render the color of love.

Lyre, cold strings, whimpering poetry.

The yellow flowers remain, and the remnants of the shell are a few flowers, which are difficult to give up.

Pushing open the door, Uncle An Ran was not there, looking in, there was no one.

Could it be that Uncle Enron came home from work?

He often works until after 22:00, and now it's only 20:17, which is not his habit!

The melancholy in my heart has nowhere to tell.

The loneliness in the eyes, there is no place to accept.

was turning around, but met Song Qiqi at the corner of the stairs.

"Sister Qiqi, why are you still here, haven't you gone home yet?" Try to raise a smiling face, now I am smiling, it must be more ugly than crying.

"An Ran said that he was afraid of you, and specially asked me to wait for you here, and he said that you will definitely come to him tonight." Song Qiqi smiled, took my hand, and pulled me into the room.

"Sister Qiqi, I ......" This is probably the warmest thing I've encountered today, and I don't know what to say.

"Susu, I know what you think in your heart, it doesn't matter, someone should bring it up if An Ran does something wrong, Li Xiao and the two girls who fell into the water don't care about it on weekdays."

"Sister Qiqi, you don't even know what to say." I smiled slightly, looked at Song Qiqi, Song Qiqi looked at me, and laughed: "'Di' is definitely stronger than 'the', Enron is right to do this, although only one word has been changed, but the atmosphere of the whole article is different." Enron didn't tell the author at first, but when he did, the author forgave him, saying that he wasn't careful enough. ”

Song Qiqi looked at me and continued: "Of course, you are not wrong, for many people, this is just a very small matter, but for people like us, it is a big deal."

I nodded and said, "Well, Sister Qiqi, I see."

"Susu, I have always regarded you as a sister, there are not many simple-minded people like you in this world. I hope you will always be like this, and if you have any problems in the future, tell me directly, Enron is really scared by you. ”

I laughed "hehe" and didn't speak.

"What, what's on your mind?"

I was silent and didn't speak, and for a long time, Song Qiqi asked me softly.

"Sister Qiqi, I met him." I raised my head and looked at Song Qiqi.

"Zheng Xiaoyang?"

"Hmm."

"He doesn't remember you, or he didn't date you."

"But he left the phone for me."

I lowered my head, wanted to cry, raised my head, and met Song Qiqi's gaze. She patted me on the shoulder and said, "Obviously, Zheng Xiaoyang has forgotten about you, so don't contact him!" Looking at me with very serious eyes, I also looked at her seriously, and said, "But, Sister Qiqi, I like him very much."

"I know, Susu, don't do anything stupid, you'll regret it."

She didn't look at me again, but was playing with the pen in her hand, and said lightly: "Susu, I hope you are happy."

"Hmm...... Thank you, Sister Qiqi. ”

"Seeing that you are depressed, you can stop writing lately and regulate your mood. Don't let a man affect your life now, and I don't want him to affect your life in the future, you know? ”

"Hmm."

Leaving the "heart", the heart is still very chaotic.

Zheng Xiaoyang, how can you tell me not to take you to heart?

There was no me in your life, but there was a you in my heart, and I suddenly hurried when love would meet.

The one in my dreams, in love with each other in the next century, I will always be waiting for you.