"How was that leftover man just now?" I smiled and asked Chu Fangfang, "Do you want to give you a good introduction?" ”

"It's too bad," Chu Fangfang said angrily, "I just have to be a widow for the rest of my life, and I won't find such a man!" ”

"The person I'm going to see is called Luo Lin," I said to Chu Fangfang, "and the subject of the interview is the sourness of a lover's dream: the dream wakes up without a trace, and the love passes away without a trace." ”

"How old?" Chu Fangfang asked.

"28 years old," I smiled, "the manager of the cultural company!" ”

"Are you married?" Chu Fangfang asked with a smile.

"You'll know when you go!" I smiled.

In an office building in Chaoyang District, I met Luo Lin.

"I've known you for a long time," Mr. Luo said straight to the point, "I've always wanted to see you!" ”

"Is there a legend about me in the rivers and lakes?" I asked, pretending.

"You're not very famous," Mr. Luo said seriously, "your girlfriend is very famous!" In the Beijing book circle, it can be said that everyone knows and everyone knows! ”

"Don't digress," I smiled, "let's talk about our lovers!" ”

"Okay," Mr. Luo said with a smile, "My lover's name is Ling Xue!" ”

"It's a poetic name!" I laughed.

"People are also quite poetic," Mr. Luo said with a smile, "The first time I saw Ling Xue was at a job fair in Beijing. At that time, I had just arrived in Beijing, and after hoping to gain a foothold in this northern city, I took my fiancée Xiaoya over. That day, when I was exhausted and squeezed out of the venue, I inadvertently saw the resume under my feet that had been crawled with all kinds of footprints, and the innocent-looking girl on the resume stinged my eyes at once, and she reminded me of my Xiaoyalai. I bent down, and just as I picked up the resume and was gently wiping the dust off it, I saw Ling Xue beside me. ”

"It's fate!" I sighed.

"Yes," Mr. Luo said with a smile, "I have always believed that there is a relationship between me and Ling Xue. Ling Xue told me that she graduated from a university in the ancient city of Xi'an and is 22 years old. What she always wanted to do was to be a wandering freelance writer who didn't have to work 9-to-5. She smiled and said, there was a feeling of pity in Chu Chu's moving eyes, and I once again couldn't help but think of the Xiaoya who walked through the campus life with me hand in hand a few years ago. ”

"My girlfriend also went to college in Xi'an," I said seriously, "but after she became famous, she liked to work and felt safe!" ”

"I said to Ling Xue," Mr. Luo didn't answer my words, but told to himself, "I said that I already have a fiancée, we have been in love since college, and after graduation, we went to the south together, and after five or six years of ups and downs, I thought of the north again, because I was tired of wandering, I wanted to buy a house together, and get married and have children after settling down." When I came to Beijing, I first found a workstation to gain a foothold, and then I took her over, and we will get married soon. Ling Xue just smiled after hearing this, and then said to me affirmatively: Don't worry, I won't destroy your family's happiness, I'm just a lover you picked up from the road! She also said that she had no intention of marrying anyone in her life, just like Duras, wandering in many places, finding many lovers to fall in love, and living only in her own lonely and gloomy words for the rest of her life. ”

"I can't keep a girl like this!" I thought about it.

"Yes," Mr. Luo nodded lightly, "Ling Xue is only 22 years old, and it hasn't been long since she walked out of school, so she has enough time and capital to squander her youth and wait for love." She likes to smoke, but she never fixes the brand, which she says allows her to enjoy different flavors. Just like men, different men give her different passions and feelings, and experience, like a cigarette, everything will disappear. When she said these words soberly and calmly, I always felt an inexplicable sour feeling in my heart. Sometimes I ask her if she has a boyfriend, or if she has ever experienced love? Whenever this happens, she always either doesn't say a word or prevaricates with a lot of nonsense. ”

"What must this kind of girl have been through?" I guessed.

"That's what I guessed," Mr. Luo said seriously, "I think Ling Xue must have experienced what kind of love that would make her see through men and love so well, and choose a lonely and lonely wandering life." It's like a child who wakes up from a dream and wanders around, looking for the beauty lost in the dream in desperation. ”

"And then?" I asked curiously.

"A few months later," Mr. Luo said in a low voice, "I told Ling Xue the news that Xiaoya was coming to Beijing, and she didn't speak all day. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I felt empty around me. The suitcase she had brought with her had disappeared without a trace. All that remains in the room is her familiar body fragrance that has accompanied me for half a year. ”

"You didn't look for her?" I asked tentatively.

"I've found it," Mr. Luo said helplessly, "I kept calling Ling Xue's mobile phone, but it was always an empty number." ”

"Those who should come will come," I said with a deep face, "those who should go will go, anyway, I am not sure, don't force it too much!" ”

"Yes!" Mr. Luo said in a calm tone, "I have my pain, and I also have my dreams." I soon got married to Xiaoya, and we rightfully lived together as husband and wife. Xiaoya is a traditional and virtuous woman, and I feel extremely safe and steady with her. It's just that when I wake up in the middle of the night and caress Xiao Ya's familiar body next to me, Ling Xue's beautiful and pitiful eyes always flash in front of me, and there is always an inexplicable sour and painful feeling in my heart. ”

"It looks like you're really moving!" I thought about it.

"Yes," Mr. Luo said emotionally, "I know that Ling Xue's body and I have said goodbye. There is no goodbye, just our hearts, where there is my endless concern and the pain and soreness of not holding hands for a lifetime. ”

I nodded thoughtfully.

"Let's have a meal together!" Mr. Luo invited.

"I'll treat you another day!" I got up and said to Mr. Luo, "I still have one last person to interview, don't dare to delay!" ”

"You are really a competent freelance writer," Mr. Luo said admiringly, "if only my employees were as dedicated as you!" ”

I smiled.

Mr. Luo got up, and we shook hands and said goodbye.