On November 28, 2018, Crispy flew back to Nanjing from Canada. I was ordered to pick her up at the airport, pinching my watch and carrying a cup of soy milk on the side of the road to hail a taxi in a hurry. I was almost smoking above my head, and my ears were filled with the threat of her babyish voice: "You dare to make the old lady late, I will peel your skin to make soup." ”

On July 14, 2015, as she prepared to fly to Canada to complete her college course, she said goodbye to her parents with a handful of snot and tears before getting on the plane. I acted as a bag carrier next to me, and my heart was half cold, this product is going to cry until when my soy milk is going to be sold out!!

Puff pastry is not typical of northerners. He is no more than 1.6 meters tall, and he loves to hum when he walks. Because of the neurotic gaze of the people around me, I usually choose to stay three meters away from her. When she was a freshman in high school, she was in the same school as me, and I was hurt and had no intention of eating and drinking for three days, and she pulled out the mountain bike butt seat of the senior in high school to help me out. Later, it was said that the senior had a bumpy road home, and Chrysanthemum was miserable and never rode a bicycle again.

I was so touched that I learned the courage to cry the gods and gods, and I took off her butt seat. In the end, he was violently beaten by the one-meter-five thing.

In our teenage years, we loved each other and smelled like each other. Fighting, fighting, falling in love and killing each other until July 14, 2015. 8,000 kilometers away, she misses her parents, and I miss the steaming soy milk.

This little thing flew across the ocean for a whole year without any news from me. I was so angry that I vomited blood. As the old saying goes, if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move, I gnaw on the big pig's trotters and consume it with her, I don't believe that such a young girl is not lonely and lonely over there. When I woke up in the morning and looked at WeChat, no. Look again before going to bed, still nothing. At 4 o'clock in the afternoon one day in the winter of 2016, I received a direct call from the area code 1. I was elated, and finally let me get caught hahaha. I was so excited that I was going to heaven, and when I picked it up, the other end of the phone responded with endless silence.

She said she was in love with a 29-year-old man, but she didn't have the courage to be with him.

"I'm only 19 years old, he's 10 years behind me, and I love him a lot, but we can't be together."

"He said he wanted to stay in Canada, so he had to find a Canadian girl to marry. Exercise. ”

I was immediately furious. What's wrong with your brain, what are you doing with this kind of pretence?

"Xu Ge, I'm so uncomfortable."

After saying this, a low cry came from the other side of the phone. With the sound of bottles smashing on the ground, I saw the thin shoulders of a young girl who had just turned 19 and was not yet witty. There is only the helplessness of the children who are wandering in a foreign land.

I heard a song a long time ago, which was "love" sung by singer Tian Fuyu.

Hey, why no one in this world loves each other, why everyone in this world loves others and not themselves.

After that night, the crispy cake continued to evaporate. The phone is not answered, and WeChat is not returned. Is this gone, my big pig's trotters haven't been gnawed yet, bastard!

See you in 2 years. On November 28, 2018, I missed the pick-up for steaming soy milk. In the end, he was violently beaten by the one-meter-five thing.

The Chinese pay attention to pyrotechnics. The noise of the surrounding crowd was thunderous. We ate in the hot pot restaurant. Crispy drank the last drop of wine from the bottle, and then the guy asked me with big round eyes why I didn't ask her about the man's follow-up.

I'm in a hurry to put enoki mushrooms in the pot, how can I have time to listen to your nonsense.

Originally, there was no follow-up to this kind of story. Isn't it?

Her face flushed, and she lay limply on the table.

"I confessed to him later."

I went on to shake the enoki mushrooms.

"He was drunk because of me. But he didn't tell me, I don't know. Later, my friend who was with him told me that I knew he liked me too. ”

I continued to shake enoki mushrooms.

"I skipped class that day to play with him. He accompanied me to the aquarium. ”

I stopped my chopsticks and wanted to kill this stupid x. Finally, forced by her fighting power, I pressed my restless heart hard.

"We would have been happy, happy. But on the way home to wait for the crane, he cried. ”

"I was panicking, I didn't know why he was crying, it was as noisy as it is now, but I couldn't hear anything. I watched him cry, and I hated myself for being useless and not being able to give him what he wanted. ”

Crispy spoke, and his voice became quieter and quieter. She tried to smile, but a shiny liquid slipped down the corner of her eye.

I don't know what to say, damn it, the pot is dry.

How nice it would be if that tear could fall in the pot.

A mature and scheming person who knows how to survive in a cruel society and whose ambitions leak out will also cry because of his fate. How strong he was originally, how sad he cried. It's just that when they weep, the world around them is as sad as it is for them. The laughter turned to mockery. And I sat next to it, looking at the maturity that I shouldn't have because of the age gap, and I actually felt that only by struggling desperately can I compete with the reality of the huge price, it turned out to be such a heavy thing.

I resolutely got up and paid for it. Carry the drunken crispy back to my rental house.

We all belong to this world. We all have different stories. Some are wonderful, some are unexpected, some are sad, and some are sunk in the sea. But when a new day comes, everyone has a smile on their faces. They may not be really happy, smiling for other people's faces, unnecessary trouble, and some of the last resort to entangle themselves.

Maybe this is a tragic era, so everyone wants to be a clown and interpret life into a comedy. If someone wants to take off the mask, the show becomes a mime.

When the hot pot is dry, you can add water, and the hot soup will warm up these scarred hearts.