In reality, it was night, and Zhang Dali had just left the game when he heard his stomach rumbling, obviously hungry and urging him to hurry up and eat.

A bag of instant noodles is really not enough for an adult man, and this play is more than seven hours, so it's no wonder if you're not hungry.

Zhang Dali originally planned to continue to bubble noodles, but when he thought that he had made a lot of money today, he couldn't hold back the idea of treating himself to himself, so he put on a coat and went out.

It's early spring, and the temperature at night is neither hot nor cold, with the occasional breeze blowing, which makes people feel refreshed.

The neighborhood where Zhang Dali lives is very old, with a history of several decades, and the row of buildings with the highest five floors looks like an old man in the twilight, looking a little lonely and cold in the dim night.

Although the community is a little dilapidated, but more than 1,000 meters away is the downtown area, the center of the old city, the political function is in decline due to the government agencies have moved to the new city, the economic function is still not reduced, a new high-rise building of only a few years stands in the sight of the place, the lights are brilliant, the flow of people is like weaving, especially lively and prosperous.

From the quiet community to the noisy city, it is like crossing two worlds, and Zhang Dali walks through the noisy streets, feeling an indescribable life.

This kind of life has been around for a long time, and it is a kind of yearning and rejection of prosperity by the little people at the bottom.

yearns for a life of free control of material things, and rejects the disdain revealed by the condescending posture of those towering and gorgeous buildings.

It's a very contradictory feeling, based on the conflict between dreams and reality.

Walking to an intersection, while waiting for the green light, Zhang Dali looked up at the sky.

The sky enclosed by a forest of stones was so small that it seemed to be obscured by a slap, and there were no stars, except for a bleak last quarter moon that competed weakly against the neon lights that refracted the sky.

Even the symbol of the moon on this night is gradually beginning to be forgotten, Zhang Dali smiled, secretly thinking that this world world that rushes forward like a flood is really cruel.

Zhang Dali found a food stall with a vacant seat and sat down, ordered a few dishes casually, and asked for a bottle of beer.

It's been a long time since I've eaten like this, and living in a tight frame has turned what others see as cheap food stalls into a luxury.

There were a lot of guests, the dishes were served very slowly, Zhang Dali waited for a long time and couldn't serve the food, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious, but it was not easy to urge seeing so many people, so he ordered another plate of peanuts and began to drink.

Chewing peanuts, drinking wine slowly, staring at a tall office building in front of him where most of the lights had been extinguished, Zhang Dali's anxious mood slowly calmed down, and slowly developed a kind of comfort.

"If only I could have such a relaxed and joyful mood every day." Thinking like this, Zhang Dali suddenly heard a voice that was so pleasant that it couldn't be more pleasant with a hint of doubt: "Zhang Dali? ”

Zhang Dali, who was looking sideways at the office building, heard this voice, his heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and he hurriedly turned around.

The fair-skinned melon seeds, the facial features are still so delicate and good-looking, the long hair with a shawl is no longer as black as before, but the color of the wheat yellow is also very pleasing to the eye, especially the smile with a hint of tiredness, which attracts people's eyes like a whirlpool, and makes it difficult to break free.

"Hello." Looking at the face in front of him that he remembered almost every day but was already a little unfamiliar, Zhang Dali suddenly felt a stream of heat coming from his heart, rushing around his limbs like an electric current, making him feel hot and restless.

"What kind of greeting is this, it's like we're very strange." The person who came sat down opposite Zhang Dali, and there was a hint of complaint in the smile on his face.

"Ha Luha, long time no see. Just got off work? Zhang Dali smiled awkwardly, and the thumb of his right hand, which was holding the wine glass, unconsciously swiped the wall of the glass.

"Long time no see. What were you just looking at, so attentive. The visitor didn't see anyone, he directly opened the plastic packaging outside the cutlery set in front of him, took the wine bottle on Zhang Dali's right hand, poured some wine into the wine glass, splashed it on the ground, and filled the wine glass.

"What are you looking at, of course, looking at where you work, Xu Ranran." Thinking like this in his heart, Zhang Dali looked at the person he had been missing in front of him, and a wave of happiness so large that it filled the ventricles and atria surged in his heart.

He came to this strange city just to follow the figure that appeared in front of him at this time, so beautiful that it suffocated him.

He has liked this figure for a long time, from high school to college, and now almost two years after graduation.

The mood of liking has gone from budding to erupting to depressed, and now it has become a habit like breathing.

I like you, but it's none of your business.

This is the mood of a secret love, with such a mood for so long, at this time to meet the person who is thinking about it face to face, Zhang Dali's mood is extremely excited, but he doesn't know how to deal with himself, and even makes him want to escape immediately.

But he knew that he couldn't, he hadn't confessed for so long, and if he left in embarrassment at this time, what was the point of living, it was better to find a piece of tofu and kill him.

"Didn't see anything." Zhang Dali's voice was very soft, like a thief who had been caught stealing.

"Come, drink." Zhang Dali pretended to raise the wine glass easily and shook it at Xu Ranran.

"Hmm." Xu Ranran smiled and clinked glasses with Zhang Dali, then raised his head slightly and drank the wine in the cup.

Zhang Dali also drank it all, he drank very quickly, in order to use alcohol to suppress the panic in his heart.

But when the wine glass in his hand was drunk by him to only some foam, Zhang Dali's eyes looked through the empty wine glass and found that Xu Ranran was already looking at him with a smile, and her wine glass was only left with some residual foam and was put aside.

Obviously, her glass was empty earlier than he was.

"You're still so good at drinking." Xu Ranran is very good at drinking, Zhang Dali knows this better than anyone else. He clearly remembers that on the day he graduated from high school, Xu Ranran drunk him like a dead pig.

This is one thing that Zhang Dali regrets very much, because at that time he wanted to confess to her through the strength of wine, but the strength of wine was not enough for him to muster up courage, and he fell unconscious.

"Cowardice." Thinking of the past, Zhang Dali secretly scolded himself in his heart.

"Of course, I'm the god of wine compared to you. By the way, how did you end up here? Business trip? Xu Ranran's expression was a little smug and even more confused.

"No, I live nearby right now." Zhang Dali wanted to say yes, but the exit turned out to be no, and then his face became hotter and hotter, and he lowered his head slightly and didn't dare to look at Xu Ranran, as if he was admitting his guilt.

Zhang Dali knew that he had been holding back for too long, and finally had an outlet, and his mouth could no longer go against the truth of his heart.

"Really, where do you live?!" Xu Ranran almost shouted this sentence, attracting the attention of the surrounding diners.

"Ah, Ning'an Community, do you know the way?" Zhang Dali was also taken aback by Xu Ranran's high-pitched voice, and looked up in surprise to see the surprise on Xu Ranran's face, and his heart instantly throbbed.

"Zhilu Dao, that's really close, when did you come to Wu City?" Xu Ranran knew that she was out of shape, and hurriedly lowered her voice.

"I've been here since I graduated." Zhang Dali replied very frankly and lonely.

"Why don't you tell me, I thought you went abroad after you disappeared for the past two years. I don't know how many classmates have asked about you, and they all say that they don't know what they are doing? Xu Ranran's tone was a little angry, and even more complaining.

"It's not a good mix, and I don't have a face to see people." Zhang Dali smiled, and his heart was a little sour.

"No matter how bad it is, you have to remember me. What did you say at the time, I was your best friend, didn't I? But you even hide it from me, are you still human? I'm really angry, do you know, don't you treat me as a friend? The more Xu Ranran spoke, the more angry she became, and in anger, she picked up the empty wine glass on the table and knocked it heavily.

"It's just that I don't have the face to see you, so I don't want to contact anyone." As he said this sentence with all his thoughts, Zhang Dali suddenly felt that everything suddenly became clear, as if the breath that had been blocked in his chest for countless years was finally discharged, which made him feel anxious and a little less depressed.