Everyone says that marriage is the grave, but I have a different opinion, love is the beginning and the end.

Why do I say that? There is only one reason, I know relatives and friends, they all got married earlier than me, and they show off their girlfriends everywhere during the Chinese New Year, but the story I want to tell is not like this.

In the world of dreams, everything can be done, it is a private customized dream factory, no matter what dream you can achieve.

However, in the dream, my friend who grew up playing with him, he was honest and simple, and paid a heavy price for chasing a girl.

Then I was different, in the dream, I broke up with a girl who loved me very much, the one I hated before, the reason was that I often called her, which caused my heart not to love me to be more irritable.

Later, I slowly learned to be patient, stopped thinking about her, and proved with my own sweat that I was no longer the simple boy I used to be. A long time has passed, and I have my own business, although I don't have a lot of money, but with a small amount of savings, I can buy what I want.

On this day, I was walking on my way from work with a black briefcase that blended in with the colors of the sky, which meant that the sky was already dark. However, the lights on the side of the road were not on, the houses in the distance were blurred, and after about an hour of walking, I was exhausted and hungry, and I still didn't see the end of my home.

Just when I was about to give up, I couldn't hold back the feeling of crying, slowed down to go home, lowered my head like a walking corpse, fortunately there were no passers-by, otherwise I would have been sent to the hospital, maybe sympathy.

Another half an hour passed, a total of twenty minutes to go home, and I turned it into an hour and a half, so that I could value myself so much, and add unnecessary to the superfluous, I always felt a year older.

Just as my heart was about to fall into the abyss, a bell rang in my pants pocket, vibrating my thighs, pulling me back into the real world, and I immediately pressed the call button, and said weakly: "Don't call me, we've been over for many years." ”

"You said we were over, so why do you still have my number in your phone, don't you ask me who I am and how do you know?"

I came to my senses when I heard her words, and asked again, "Are we really finished?" ”

Doodoo ......

There was only a hang-up sound on the other end of the phone, and I finally had nothing more to say, and after throwing away my phone, I continued to walk towards the end of the invisible home.