Ten days have passed, and there is still no news from Yang Er.

I didn't go crazy, I didn't get crazy, I just lived like the walking dead, and I still didn't stop searching. Yang Er likes to drink milk, likes to read global magazines, likes basketball, and any of these will become the fuse that tugs at my nerves.

So, I can't stop.

Especially, on a sleepless night, after watching a sad movie, I went even more crazy.

The heroine in the movie is in a similar situation to me, and after being silently abandoned by her lover who has been in love for many years, she fell into endless pain.

When I saw it, I couldn't help but sigh: the same end of the world has fallen into people.

In this world, there are many ruthless men, and I am far from the only injured woman.

When I was curious to see how the woman got out of her grief, the movie gave the ending that the male protagonist was terminally ill and deliberately concealed in order to make the female protagonist forget that he lived a happy life.

I suddenly jumped up from the bed, and the first thing that flashed in my mind was: Will Yang Er do the same?

At one o'clock in the morning, I gave up my sleep and began to rummage through my cabinets for even the slightest clue.

but in vain.

So, I comforted myself again, Yang Er is in such good health, how can it be like in the movie.

That's nothing more than a movie.

It's just a sensational technique of the storyteller.

Impossible.

But I did something else.

I began to reach out to my former college classmates, people who had some connection to Yang Er and me. I didn't hesitate when I turned out the number, how to start this conversation, whether to tell them the real situation between me and Yang Er.

Before I called, I took out a draft that I had prepared, which I had scribbled several times on.

After the call was connected, I followed the planned train of thought, and began a flurry of heartless pleasantries, and some unintentional concerns, all just to lead to the events that I really cared about later.

At that moment, I felt how fake I was.

However, at the end of the call, they all asked me the same question: When will you marry Yang Er?

Some even thought that I called to invite them to drink my and Yang Er's wedding wine.

Someone advised: "This long-distance love run should also draw a finish line." ”

I smiled wryly and said, "It's still early, it's better than the love marathon." ”

At that moment, I felt how hypocritical I was.

But I didn't feel guilty, but I was much more relaxed, none of the five phone calls mentioned who was terminally ill, and no one was raising donations.

So, my worries are unwarranted, just a false alarm.

My love with Yang Er was not so dramatic after all.

What really saddened me was the "joy of wine".

My joy wine with Yang Er.

They may not be able to drink in this life, and there is no end to the long-distance love run between me and Yang Er, only a turning point and a fork in the road.

I told Su Yue about my ridiculous behavior, and she said indignantly on the phone: "You are worrying about the sky here, he may be holding the beauty in his arms and being happy." If you continue to be nervous like this, I'm going to break up with you. ”

But that didn't sober me up.

It was my manager who woke me up.

I work for a flower company as a floral designer. In fact, this is similar to Yang Er's work for a long time, and we are the same people who miss the old, a job can be done for a long time, we should be very compatible, but it still can't.

Because, I always miss the old more than him, and I can still love someone for a long time, for a lifetime.

I haven't submitted a single design draft this month.

That day, the manager called me into the company and was furious, she said that I was in a bad mood during this time, I didn't pay attention to my work, and I packed up my things and left if I didn't want to work.

I thank her for not saying the word "fuck off".

After getting angry, she said earnestly: "Won't you just fall in love, don't make it look like the end of the world." ”

I looked at her with a little soft eyes, and my heart was full of gratitude. I've known her for more than three years, and the first time I saw her lose her temper, I still have a hatred for me.

In the end, she arranged for me to work in the flower management department during this time, and then return to the design department when I was in better spirits.

When I was packing up, my colleagues comforted me one by one and said from the bottom of their hearts that they would wait for me to come back.

A feeling of emotion came from the bottom of my heart.

Everyone around me is treating me well, so why shouldn't I cheer up.

Love is gone, bread is still needed.

Because, from now on, I no longer have Yang Er as a pillar, I can only rely on myself.