I sat on a bench in front of the 24-hour convenience store, and I was really breathless from the cruel game just now.

In fact, I originally wanted to say some literary and artistic sensational words to Gong Xiaoyi, which promised to make him cry and make him feel guilty to himself. But I would forget the habit of settling his sleep, and this habit is still

I forced it to be cultivated.

Funnily enough, this habit now gives me a sense of loss.

Before coming out, in order to give these two women a sense of balance, I was forced to dial Hu Xiaodong, and he answered it within two seconds.

I was speechless for a moment, because I hadn't been mentally prepared for a short period of time, mainly because I didn't expect him to answer my phone in the wee hours of the morning.

He was fighting me on the other end of the phone, and he was passive until I spoke.

My thoughts flew on both ends of the tangled line, a white one that I was going to silently hang up, and a black one that I was going to persuade me to strike while the iron was hot.

I raised my eyes to look at Xiao Ke and Tong Yao, hoping to see sympathy on their faces that could end the game as a matter of course. But what I can see is their infinite expectations and contempt, I really want to leave my phone and run away in a hurry, by the way, tell them that Hu Xiaodong is not my ex at all, let alone say sensational words, and I can't scold him.

I raised my eyes again, and saw that their faces were distorted like screws, and in a dilemma, I saw Tong Yao's mouth shape, I understood her mouth shape, and she said silently: "If you don't say it, let me tell me!" ”

In desperation, I grabbed the phone and blurted out: "I was forced, I'm sorry"

"Where are you?" His voice was a little hoarse, and his tone was neither salty nor light.

"I'm at home, you go to sleep, good night."

After I hung up the phone, it was my real disaster.

It is conceivable that Tong Yao's woman will definitely not give up, the reason why I am in front of the convenience store at 1 am is because I need to buy her a supper!

I'm really unlucky enough to be a person with scars who can lose in this kind of game.

I suddenly realized that the saddest thing in the world is that I still have to grit my teeth and pretend that it is not painful, even though my scar is still sneering and hurting.

However, in this night, smelling the fresh smell of rain and mud, and quietly listening to the sound of cars occasionally passing by in the middle of the night, I felt for a moment that the world was not bad, at least I had a sense of zài.

Soon, though, the frustration that was tumbling deep inside quickly drowned out the luck I had just brewed.

In fact, we know that life is like a game we just played, whether we win or lose, we are all losers.

Just like me, winning this game can only mean that I have the same scars as the two of them that cannot be hidden, and not winning more fully shows that I never even had the opportunity to show my pain.

I took a deep breath, and the temperature in the middle of the night began to drop as I exhaled slowly.

I rubbed my palms together.

"It's so cold this summer," I looked up at the night that seemed to be blackened by ink, and there was not a single star.

I took out my phone to talk to someone, and when I opened the long address book, no one was suitable to listen to me at this time. I found Ella's number, opened the SMS dialog, and typed, "I miss you, when will I be back?" "I panicked when I clicked send, hesitated for two minutes, and deleted the words one by one, because I had forgotten that she was no longer in this world in this season four years ago.

I have seen her countless times in my dreams, and she is still the same as when she was gone, and she gently listens to me about my dreams.

Now my dreams have come true, I have written about the past with her participation, and I have made a movie, but she may not be able to see it over there.

Once she was crazy about love and cut off her life to prove her position. But she didn't know how many people dreamed back at midnight and scolded her stupid life.

My memories flooded in an instant.

How long has it been, and those who promised to never be separated have long since gone to peace. The location of this moment goes back long ago to today. At that time, who accompanied whom to stay quietly, and who never mentioned the future?

After a long time, the green leaves began to fall slowly. When did the two people who hugged each other turn around vaguely like a scene in the movie?

It's still me alone, looking at the way I came, like playing back an old movie. I really want to ask my past self, the past you: are you okay? Is it okay in that world? Remember me in the world?

With red eyes, I finally picked up my phone and dialed the number, and after the phone was connected, my voice was hoarse and said, "Wenjing, I miss Ella." Do you think she's okay on the other side of the world? ”

There was no sound for a long time, and the silent night sky began to make noise after a few minutes. When I heard Wen Jing say these words weakly and weakly, my tears could no longer be a reserved disguise.

"She's definitely good. What about you? Are you okay? ”

Wen Jing settled in Los Angeles, and since Ella left, we can't turn back into a heartless past.

I still like to hold on, and I still have to squeeze out hard laughter when I'm in tears, and I know that Wen Jing on the other end of the phone doesn't like to listen to it.

My smile was ugly, but the truth gave me room for negotiation, because whether my smile was beautiful or not, I would not be able to see it on the other side of the ocean.

"I'm fine, what about you?" I say.

Wen Jing still hasn't changed, although the years have drawn a wide line between us, but she has never disguised her love, so many years, we have almost put on thick masks to hide ourselves

's sadness, but Wen Jing doesn't. She still has the truth of zài luxury, and she can still cry when she wants to cry and shout when she wants.

She was sobbing, staccato echoes pounding my thoughts in my ears.

"I'm fine, I miss you so much. Would love to go back to the old days. But will you go back? ”

I tried to hold back, trying not to cry out, so hard to endure, my shoulders shook desperately. I bit my lip and I knew that if I didn't cry, she would slowly quiet down. I knew that as long as she couldn't see my expression, she would think I was calm.

We used to laugh desperately, make trouble desperately, and treat every day as if it were the last day of the world. So we overdraw all the joys, the world doesn't come to an end, and we can't go back to the past.

I twitched the corners of my mouth and squeezed out, "You don't have to go back in time, because we haven't left." You're here, I'm here, and she's there. ”

The world was noisy at this moment, and my eyes were full of beautiful scenes of us playing and laughing, and I was infected by this atmosphere. I forgot about the pain for a while.

Wen Jing smiled with tears: "En"

Hanging up, I looked up slowly, and through the blurred tears I saw him standing across the street, across the street, but more like a century away.

He looked at me on the opposite side of the road and was exhausted, his face full of worry.

I instantly felt like I was standing with him at opposite ends of the scale, and it was all about balance.

He stood across the street, didn't wave or yell at me, he just watched me silently as time froze.

I was panicked by him, and as time stood still, I kept thinking inwardly whether I should smile gracefully at him, or show a weaker expression in exchange for his pity.

I was struggling with which tactics to use when time was awakened by the whistling sound of a whistle, and I quickly relieved myself and looked at the past again.

He held his phone up to his ear and I tried to capture his expression.

He was one of the most elusive men I had ever met.

When you look at other men, you can see through the eyes at a glance, and love and hate are clear at a glance.

Hu Xiaodong is good, whether I am lying on my stomach and watching, jumping, sitting or lying down, his eyes are always empty. I couldn't see the anger or joy in his eyes. The only way I can know about him is his tone.

I couldn't help but want to ask him, "Uncle, are your eyeballs made of glass?" ”

My phone rang like crazy, and on such a hot and silent night, my phone ringing was particularly frenetic.

In order to maintain the grandeur of this night and the time difference given to me in the past, I quickly grabbed my mobile phone to answer.

What I don't understand is why he has to talk to me face-to-face just by crossing the street, so he has to make a phone call.

I raised my eyes to meet his gaze.

The road separated by air seems to be separated by an infinite invisible pane of glass.

Time passed minute by minute, and I really couldn't stand the torture of watching the fire from the other side.

I opened my mouth and closed it, closed it and opened it.

"Why are you here?" I asked cautiously.

"Because you're here!" He replied to me in a deep and slow voice.

I hung up the phone, which was a quick limb movement that my brain refracted to the central nervous system.

I didn't feel that love was crying out to me because of his answer.

It's like watching Zhu Gege when I was a child, I thought it was really going to be the finale, and I haven't come out of the reluctance of loss, but I saw the trailer of the second part later that day, and I'm so tired of being ridiculous at the moment.

I looked at him gloomily, was silent for a moment, and yelled at him across the wide road: "Neurotic, you haven't taken medicine for a few days?" Then he turned around and ran in the direction of the community.