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Late night overtime. It's been a long time since anyone stayed so late.

Y went to a different place for training for two days, I suddenly reluctantly went home&MDAH; I have attachment to Y, and an indescribable feeling arises between us: I don't feel anything when we are together, and I don't often worry about it after separation, but when I think of a home without each other, I feel very cold and terrible.

I sent the final file offline to the vendor, and when I was done, I browsed the interface and suddenly noticed that there was an interesting feature to see what other people thought of their friends. The reviews received by this supplier mm are "Birdie Human", "Kawaii", etc. I seem to have discovered a new world.,Flip through the interface of a few friends and see.,Y is a "scholar", "simple god", "neurosis"&mdah;I don't know who left this in the end.。 There are a lot of them in Xiao M, and I also went to join in the fun, leaving her a "two-ribbed knife female paper".

It's one o'clock in the morning. I'm a little hungry.

I remembered the instant noodles of L at that time.

I don't know what kind of evaluation there are in the interface of l? I'm curious, but I can't read it anymore. I froze for a moment, searched his nickname, and spent about twenty minutes looking for his number from a pile of avatars of the same name.

His avatar is displayed online.

I watched silently and clicked on his profile information bar, not that my friend couldn't see the interface. After looking at it for a long time, the button next to me that clicked "Add as a friend" kept dangling in front of my eyes.

The feeling is bitter.

I'm such a big person, and I have such a green complex, which seems to be very mentally retarded.

What's wrong with me?

Sure enough, it was a long night, and the dream was so idle that it hurt.

He was still online at one o'clock in the morning. We were still working overtime under the same night sky.

Suddenly, my heart warmed, and I remembered his vigorous leadership style in the office, and the bear-like style that splashed and messed around in front of me.

Will he know that I'm looking at his avatar on the other side of the city and wrestling in silence? This kind of forbearance is more like the emotions of the original crush. Time has passed, so many things have happened in the middle, and my feelings for L have always been the same.

Thoughts flew back to the past.

I remember a date a long time ago, when I hugged him and sighed gloomily, "Am I a little too annoying?" "I understand that I'm talking about the fact that he doesn't get back when I send messages. I don't blame him much, I'm just self-reflecting&mdah;this is not a good lover. According to L's stinky personality, he should have jumped on it a long time ago: "That's right! So don't keep texting" or "Don't ask for too much". However, he only gently stroked my hair: "You're just too idle. If you're as busy as I am, it wouldn't be like this. "I was very touched at the time&mdah;how lowly this love was&mdah;l didn't blame me, he was able to understand where I was. In a relationship full of minefields, we must try to bypass some tacit reefs to understand the other person we want to know, or to declare and defend ourselves without a trace. The time left for us is short every time. And every time it's me who says more&mdah;women love to think too much, and are always impatient with my penchant for "rhetoric": "I'm good to you!" Can't you see that? Don't you feel it? What do you want me to say? If you ask for something, I'll meet you! "I know that in this kind of relationship, the "goodness" of each other is limited, and has nothing to do with seriousness and commitment; Therefore, the demand for the other party cannot be boundless. I have a small temper, but I know the general. Later, when I became a manager, I did experience L's hardships. However, I thought more about it: would L, who had been ignorant of the boy a long time ago, also empathize with her and chased her obsessively, so that he can now experience this simple feeling of anticipation, and feel that it is actually beautiful&mdah;whether he has the heart to cherish it or not.

Another time, L lay on the bed and showed me a folder in his mobile phone, set a password, and it was full of various AV clips. I was a little dumbfounded, thinking to myself that this person was either in high demand or perverted to home. However, L sighed and said, "This is my pastime every night. When he was the director of a branch in a different place, he rented a house with no TV or Internet, and there was a broken bed to sleep in. I said that he was a dignified director, and that there was no sense of quality in life, and that he had no time to think about these things. "That's all I have to watch every night." l said, "By the way, think about you." "I was proud of his flattery, but for a moment I vaguely felt that he was pitiful&mdah;so desperately for a promotion and a salary increase, but there was no time to enjoy life, and my wife and daughter could not see their husbands and fathers for a long time, what did they want?

Is the air conditioner broken? All of a sudden, my seat was getting hot, very hot. Rubbing the tip of my thumb, I stood up and walked to the bathroom.

On this silent night, I couldn't suppress my crazy attachment to L's body, I closed my eyes, remembered the scenes of the past with warm colors, and I knew that those memories had nothing but hunger and thirst. But I still cherish it.

I used to wonder if L and I met seven or eight years ago when he was unmarried&mdah; I have seen pictures of L at that time, with poor taste, although he is young but not outstanding, as if he is not alone now; And I myself was just a milky yellow-haired girl at that time, simple and willful, and there was no feminine charm at all. I think even if we had known each other at the time, we would have missed it, and we wouldn't have looked at each other more. In the wine aged in time, we ushered in their own heyday of flowering, this time happened to meet, chess opponents, sympathy for each other, can only be said to be the right time to meet the wrong person.

The desire to struggle and entangle in the dark, those indescribable past&mdah;like two friends who met in a dream, were about to become friends, hesitating to find out each other's hidden toys, and before they could show each other, they were washed away by the river of reality, looking at each other across the bank, and gradually drifting apart. Some calls that can never be said become eternal "cherished" in memory. This trip, which was purely anchored by desire, gradually deviated from the track and fell into a land that was overwhelmed and difficult to recover.

At this moment, I really just want to talk to this man. He has no illusions about love, he just wants to be happy. Some people's hearts will be blinded by fiery desires for a while, and then quickly cool down&mdah;I wish I and I were in this situation. During the retreat, I repeatedly hoped that L would prove my self-contempt and his moodiness with various actions, so that I could take my own humiliation and retreat. However, no emotion is black and white. Ambiguity, confidant, love, lust, and an addition may be able to get one-thousandth of the concept of a lover. A lover is not a lover, but it doesn't have to be about love. Behind every iceberg that sank the Titanic is full of deviant memories. Years later, when I reread Duras's The Lover, and seeing them meet on the Mekong, I realized that I could finally read her.

I sat quietly in the car, refusing to start. I was so desperate that I wanted to cry.