Zhang Ruolei turned around and saluted me for a long time, until my gaze fell inch by inch under his gaze, and turned into a dirt grandson and burrowed into the ground.

Xiao Ye still likes to wear red and green, and makes her whole body look like summer, enthusiastic and unrestrained, and still likes to make her nails red and purple with rhinestones, and still likes to wear red lipstick. She only looked bad all the time, and at first I thought it was surgery, she didn't rest enough, and her body recovered slowly. But after half a year, her face is still getting worse day by day. Once she came, sitting, and was chatting, her whole person suddenly emptied, and after a while, she woke up from a big dream and seemed to look at me, leaning her body forward, facing me, and whispering to me.

She said, "Sister, do you know?" One night I woke up in the middle of the night, went to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror after I was done.

She touched one cheek with one hand and continued softly, her gaze hollow and straight, as if looking at me and at something unknown.

"I went to look in the mirror, and I found that my face was yellow, like a ghost."

She paused.

"Sister, you believe in Buddhism, you say, is there really a ghost? I can only sleep at night by taking sleeping pills, first half a pill, then one pill, now two tablets, and people say that the pill will cause dependence and addiction. Sister, do you say is it possible that one day I take medicine and can't sleep, take another tablet, still can't sleep, take another tablet, still can't sleep, eat another tablet, eat another tablet, eat like this, I will fall asleep forever, and I don't have to worry about insomnia anymore?! I won't have nightmares, sister, do you know how terrible my dreams are! ”

She rested her hands on her chest, her eyes looking over my shoulders, as if she were palpitating, and she spoke like a dream.

"Xiaoye."

I leaned forward and gave her a push. She woke up like a dream, and glanced at me, and then at the two arms she had raised. She lowered her head, revealing a thin layer of white skin on the back of her neck, and when she looked up again, I noticed that she was crying. Xiao Ye stretched out her hand, didn't pick up the paper towel I handed over, didn't go through the bag and find the paper towel from it, she gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with one index finger, and then wiped the other side with the back of the same finger, after wiping, she lifted her nose, sucked back twice, and then raised her head and smiled at me.

"Postpartum depression, I maybe."

She said, lowering her head again: "But it doesn't affect the work." ”

I don't know what to say, cold lips and teeth? It doesn't seem to be. Sympathize? Nor is it appropriate. Resentment? Eat one's heart out?

I can't say it.

Xiao Ye got up to say goodbye, but I always felt that she was still there, her eyes were empty and dazed, and tears fell in strings, she would say that I was fine, but we all know, including herself, that she has something, a big thing. But what is it? Is it the nostalgia for the unfinished baby? Or are you deeply resentful of your fate that you have been forced to helpless? Or did you really fall in love with Zhang Ruolei......

I stood up, opened the blinds, and saw Xiao Ye's thin waist swinging in the air, her ass was bigger, more round and tight, many times I was worried that she would not shake her ass out of her clothes, and be exposed to the air like that white and seductive.

In that case, few men can stand it.

Leaflet.

I don't think she should be such a person who can't pick it up and put it down! How did she end up like this? She told me in person at that time, and at that time she was still persuading me, saying, Sister, people like us are self-aware......

Who and what made her whole person change so drastically from the inside out?

Xiao Ye pressed the car lock, opened the car door, twisted his hips to let his body into the cockpit, sat down, came out again, and faced my window, my hands trembled with fright, like I was the culprit who killed her. The blinds were restored, and my heart was beating a little tightly, and I was sweating slightly on my forehead.

What am I nervous about? What am I doing wrong and what am I missing? I looked at Xiao Ye for a long and focused time behind the blinds, although I wondered, could she see me clearly?

But Xiao Ye raised his hand towards me as if he could see me, and waved his hand lightly to me.

Should I respond to her? Just as she hesitated, she turned around, twisted her waist like a water snake, and the whole person got back into the car. I seemed to hear her start the car with a painful and exhilarating scream like a horse, followed by a "boom".

I quietly withdrew. I didn't stop him, he wanted to quarrel with him, whether the old wanted to quarrel with the young, or the young wanted to quarrel with the old, it was normal. So far, I'm just an outsider.

The two argued loudly. I could hear it very clearly through the door. Lao Bai came, the door was open, she pushed Zhang Ruolei open, and said that the sky is thundering, don't be angry with your dad anymore.

Zhang Ruolei said what kind of thing are you?

Lao Bai was so angry that he trembled, and said vigorously: You are crazy, you are crazy, you are really crazy.

Lao Bai ran over and closed the door.

After a while, Zhang Ruolei rushed out. After a while, it's Lao Bai. Lao Bai shouted: "Help! Help me! The old man made him angry, and the old man lost his breath. ”

A wave has not settled, and another wave has risen.

I ran back, and Zhang Ruolei also ran back. The old man's lips were bruised, he had fallen to the ground, his mouth was wide open, there was only breath out, no breath in, I ran over, Zhang Ruolei and Lao Bai were standing, watching quietly.

"Hurry! What's wrong with him? Do you need a heart-saving pill or something? Where is it? Zhang Ruolei, come on, he's your father. ”

I felt like my throat was broken.

Lao Bai and Zhang Ruolei have only come to their senses, the old man is like a dying old cow, his eyes no longer have the brilliance and brilliance just now, he looked at me, I didn't have time to analyze the emotions in his eyes. Regretful? Accidentally? Suffering? Grateful?

He is rich, and he is like nothing.

O man! What a life!

I cried, tears rushing to fall.

What kind of world is this?

What kind of world is this?

What kind of human heart is this?

Zhang Ruolei took out the medicine and handed it to me.

"How many?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know your dad?"

I poured out a few grains and stuffed them into his mouth, and he closed his mouth, and I saw clearly that the deep nasolabial folds on both sides of his mouth were hanging down, and his mouth was shriveled in, like an old mussel stranded on the shore.

He's old. It's not enough to compete with the world. All that I just said, all that I had just told me, including leaning back in a chair and closing my eyes, was nothing more than Mussolini. Paper tigers, tigers with teeth pulled out.

He thinks so much that he still commands, how much he thinks about the existence of the earth at my feet, like a king who controls everything. However, he is old, and the years have eaten away at all his past, no matter how brilliant, high-spirited, and decisive the past is.

Now all that remains is memories. Or is there a sigh? His old head rested on the crook of my arm, and a cloudy old tear flowed down from the corner of his eye, spilling on my elbow socket and quickly wetting a large area of my skin.

Zhang Ruolei came over, and Lao Bai also came. Look at an old war horse that once galloped across the field and killed countless enemies, and see that the two of them used to be the closest people.

Lao Bai cried and stroked his gray hair with his hand.

"Lao Zhang, are you feeling better?"

Zhang Ruolei didn't say anything, but asked someone to prepare a car to go to the hospital.

Lao Bai asked, do you need to call an ambulance?

Zhang Ruolei waved his hand.

"No need, I'll send him there."

The old man paused, and Zhang Ruolei helped him downstairs. I didn't accompany me, and neither did Lao Bai. After the end of the day, the people were almost gone, and only a few were still packing up.

Looking from the office area, it looks particularly depressed and lonely. Somehow, I remembered a sentence in "Dream of Red Mansions", which was when Lao Jia's song was dispersed at the end: Suddenly the building will fall.

I saw him rise up, and I saw him fall down.

Lao Bai called out to me from behind.

I turned around, she looked physically and mentally exhausted, the master who can usually wrap a small fresh net, at this moment, she is a twilight old woman.

She waved.

"Go sit down with you."

I didn't say no, and I led the way.

"Otherwise, you can go to me."

I turned to look at her.

"Forget it, I'll go to you. You're probably still a little cleaner than mine. ”

"Clean?"

I thought to myself, but I didn't ask.

Thinking of "Dream of Red Mansions", Liu Xianglian, who retired from Third Sister You's family, said to Jia Baoyu: "In this Jia Mansion, I'm afraid only the pair of stone lions in front of the door are clean." ”

Is it the same thing as what she said was clean and what I was clean against?

We have our own hearts and minds, and we have nothing to say all the way. One before the other, and I will let her go before me. Yu Gong is a leader, and Yu Renlun is an elder. But none of that is in my mind right now.

How's Konoye?

How is Mrs. Zhang Fusheng and Mrs. Zhang?

Human life can be so fragile.

One breath and one breath, if you can't get up in one breath, the person will be gone. What fame and fortune, grievances and hatreds, and what can be picked up and can't be put down, all can only be fleeting.

Man, the primate of all things. Are all things primate?

What can people influence and decide?

Push open the door and sit down, Lao Bai sat across from me, the chair was the guest chair in my office, and many people had sat on it. Just now, it was still Xiao Ye sitting on it, and at this moment, Xiao Ye's life and death were uncertain.

Lao Bai touched his pocket and found that he didn't bring a cigarette. I got up and tried somewhere to find a cigarette for her, but she waved her hand.

"Smoke less, maybe better."

Her tone was quiet, like a drama of the century, slowly kicking off.

I waited for a long time, but she didn't say a word. Wait a little longer, and the night will be darker. Also, what to say? A confidant is not a confidant, not even an ordinary friend, barely an ordinary colleague, and this is a taboo in the workplace.

What's more, I have little interest in her past, present, and future. I kept looking at the phone, and Lao Bai asked, who are you waiting for?

I was noncommittal, but the incandescent lamp was dazzlingly white overhead, and it shone like a dream, and the shadow of dust was shrouded in light. There was a long silence between us. Maybe not, more loneliness and loneliness. Across from me sat Lao Bai, and across from Lao Bai sat me. We're here to make a few heart-wrenching words, or at least that's what she meant in the first place.

I wanted to hear it, I used to be keen to listen to other people's hearts, to know other people's secrets, to get a glimpse of their humanity or the unknown side of the other person, but why should I know this? Found a flaw? Find the place where I put my mouth when you're dead or alive?

Thinking about this, I feel clever.