Chapter 67: The scumbag inbox is open again
"Whoa..."
Turning the pages, Miao Miao stared intently at the manuscript paper, and she continued to mutter: "Oh my God, this story is too long." β
Yan Qing suddenly covered his eyes and said, "By the way, I crossed out a paragraph in the middle, you remember to jump and watch..."
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The eyes of the two of us looking at each other were full of a lot of ambiguous and indescribable feelings.
Time went by very quickly, and the dormitory rules for us were to turn off the lights and close at 11 o'clock.
Hormones that have been lost for a long time have firmly ruled my mind.
I'll admit that I gambled, but I succeeded.
I took her hand and asked her to go out with me at night.
At first her attitude was angry and resistant.
I remember holding her back, saying a lot of rhetoric, but nothing to use.
Eventually, she went out with me.
She told me a long time later that she was actually struck by something at the time:
"If there is still time, I want to follow the standard process of college love with you completely, and carry out the love with you to the end, but I'm afraid that I will graduate before I can even get acquainted and know each other, so let's race against time to catch this last tail, okay?"
In this way, I took her, who was originally rational and smart, and carried my dry wallet, into the nearest and cleanest hotel at the back door of the school.
Perhaps it should be called Housekeeping.
The room was big and clean.
There was a nice little round table in glass.
I grabbed her by the door with my backhand and pushed her down on the small glass round table...
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γYan Qing evenly erased about 1,500 words with a black penγ
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During that time, we had to go out and live once in a while due to financial constraints.
She never asked us what our relationship was, and she always spent her money with me.
On the tenth day I met her, we were lying on our hotel bed watching "The Amazing Girl" together, and we were suffering from that deadline less than fifteen days before the latest time to leave school.
She had excellent grades, passed the National Unified Judicial Examination during her school years, and signed a job as early as early May, and was set to work as an assistant legal counsel in a large energy central enterprise in Shaoguan, eastern Guangdong.
I don't have a job and I don't have the heart to submit a resume.
That night I hugged her and couldn't help but blurt out, "Let's fall in love." β
I can still vividly remember the sparkle in her eyes when she looked at me and smiled when she heard those words.
So from that moment on, we were together desperately.
Every day after deciding to be together, we were racing against the clock.
Go to dinner together, drink milk tea together, take a walk together, follow the carefree younger students to drill the lover slope of the school, and of course, occasionally fall asleep together and get up together.
I sometimes can't help but wonder if the story would have ended differently if we had both stayed in Star City that year of graduation.
The time was finally approaching the time she had set for leaving school early.
On the night of the 27th, we were reluctant to stay on the lawn of the new playground until late.
Even the starlight of that night still twinkles in my mind.
On the day we decided to be together, I took off the red sandalwood bracelet I had worn since I was a child and put it on her hand.
On the day she left, she tried to give it back to me, but I refused: "I don't want to get it back yet, let's try a long-distance relationship." β
Fortunately, on the 29th, I casually attended the last job fair held by the school, and on the 30th, I was notified that I could go to work, and I miraculously started an internship of 400 Chinese yuan a month.
In this way, she and I started the life of a newcomer in the workplace, and also started a long-distance relationship where we would make porridge on the phone every night, quarrel, and friction.
In the middle, there are several degrees of separation and reunion, there are she who want to break up, and there are also those who want to break up.
I still remember the last time we broke up, she burst into the streets of Qianyang from the speaker of my phone.
At that moment, I had mixed feelings, a long-distance relationship was indeed a painful torture for us who were poor at the time, and I hated that the last bit of time in college was not enough for me to love her well.
In the end, it only lasted less than three months, and during the long-distance relationship, we only met twice, and for the first time, I understood a truth: "After eating the hot pot with the bottom of the spicy pot, you have to brush your teeth to do some bad things." β
The second time, I took the bracelet she returned, and I knew I had finally lost her completely.
Every year, newcomers in the workplace seem to be keen to discuss a topic: "What did you do with your first month's salary?" β
I never participate, and when I can't hide, I choose to play haha: "When the living expenses are over, what can I do with 400 a month." β
But in fact, I always remember that I was never willing to spend my first salary on July 25 of that year.
It wasn't until we met for the first time during the long-distance relationship that she went back to Star City to go through the household registration procedures, and before returning to Shaoguan, I secretly stuffed the salary into her pocket outside the train station.
She knew that I was also in a bad financial situation at the time, and the second time we met I went to her, and on the way back, she insisted on returning the money to me.
And I don't want to live or die, she took off the bracelet she had been wearing in tears and threw it at my feet.
Without saying anything, I bent down to pick up the bracelet, carried a black backpack I had borrowed from her, and turned away from her city.
I don't know if Mr. Yan Qing will laugh when I see this teacher, then we will be really poor, I talked about several poor feelings in college, more than ten years have passed, but only this one remembers clearly.
I think this obsession may not be about money or time, but about regret.
In 2014, she returned to Star City on a business trip, and we had a cup of coffee to meet, near the hotel where she was staying.
I sent her back after the drink and we had a five-second hug.
The moment they hugged each other, she whispered in my ear: "When will we settle the account between the two of us?" β
I hugged her tightly and told her in a trembling voice: "Don't even think about it, just like that school bag, what I owe you, and what you owe me, it's better to not be able to calculate it for the rest of my life." β
This year is 2019, the fourteenth year she has known me, and the tenth year I have known her.
If we see each other again at this time.
I think there should be no hugs, maybe it's just a faint sentence without ambiguity: "Long time no see, are you okay?" β
Life is a continuation of one story after another, and now this somewhat worn backpack that still accompanies me to and from work every day is destined to be the most colorful story in my life.
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"Since you like it, then chase it to Shaoguan, and you are reluctant to leave the work of 400 yuan? Scumbag..."
After reading this manuscript, Miao Miao couldn't help complaining, and immediately realized something, so she lowered her head in shame, covered her misty eyes with her scattered bangs, and her soft and glutinous voice slowly rose:
ββ¦ Call... Brother Qing'er, sure enough, it's still a scumbag story worth spurning! β