During the epidemic, I couldn't extract the material at home, and I really didn't have a problem with writing novels.

However, I still have a collection of essays to update.

Today, write about Mr. Z.

What about this Mr. Z, he gave me countless Dennis point cards with 1000 points (1000RMB), but not one by one, but one by one, if the card is almost empty, Mr. Z will hand over a new card (take it to swipe).

When I first got the first shopping card from Mr. Z, I remember very well that I "secretly" ran to the counter with Mr. Z on my back and asked the clerk if I could exchange it for a 1,000 yuan bill.

The first reason was that I didn't want to go to Dennis to buy things (I thought I could only use them in the supermarket at the time).

The second is that I think this is not only the first card that Mr. Z gave me, but also the last shopping card. I think the relationship between me and Mr. Z is bound to be very short, and after a moment, we may never see each other again.

I thought that Z, like the ABCD around me, was just a passing eye for me, after all, love histories are always strikingly similar.

So I still take this card to exchange it for 1000 yuan (I thought it could only be used in the supermarket at the time).

Later, I felt like a homeless man picked up by Mr. Z on the side of the street, carefully cultivated by him to comb his hair, eat well, and re-repair his perception of the world.

What can Dennis point card do, Dennis in Zhengzhou is a bit like Wumart in Beijing, not only for various large and small supermarkets, but also for Dennis's stores to buy Givenchy CPB Estee Lauder and Kiehl's Dior LaMe

Shiseido SK-II, Fangke, etc.

Later, with an attitude of seeing the world, I went to Huayuchuan to accompany Mr. Z to dinner.

From the very beginning of what he said, "This is my first and last time to pick you up at the discotheque", to the end he accompanied me to the discotheque and swayed from side to side, carrying a bottle of wine to take a taxi to the lake, he sat next to me and listened to me when I was slightly drunk, and he took over my previous business over the years.

There is a story circulating on the Internet: "The popsicle was torn open, nervous, sweaty, and began to worry about himself, not his favorite taste." Ahh

On Valentine's Day, Mr. Z gave a wad of RMB, a total of 100 pieces.

That's what I understand as romance, and my understanding of romance is so unpretentious.

During the Wuhan pneumonia, Mr. Z asked me, "Do you want 100 masks or 200?" ”​

Me: "Let's get 100 first." ”​

One day later, I asked Mr. Z, "XX, my 100 masks are on the way?" ”

Mr. Z: "The mask has been put in the car".

Every day, in the midst of all kinds of temptations, I have also thought many times about replacing Mr. Z and embracing the famous car villa that others promised me.

But replacing Mr. Z, who can make me miss those days with Mr. Z too much?

I'm not in the state of a little fairy anymore, will I still come out of the closet with a hot brain to pursue ethereal love?

Yes, I'm not free now, but with Mr. Z holding my hand as before, I know that one day, I won't be able to look him in the eye again.