I pretended not to hear Erya's words clearly, and responded to her seriously, "Okay, isn't it just to send you home, I agreed." ”

"Wang Dachun, you bastard, I mean to let you marry me, not let you send me!" Erya's mood came up suddenly, and after speaking, he ran into the distance.

This time, I didn't let Erya leave alone. I hurried after him and grabbed Erya. Erya struggled desperately, but after all, there was a huge disparity in strength between men and women, and I didn't let Erya break free.

"No kidding, I'll take you home."

I flagged down a taxi, stuffed Erya into the back seat, and then sat in the front seat myself.

I told the driver the address and stopped talking. The driver seemed to find out that the atmosphere was not right and did not take the initiative to chat with us. After driving a short distance, he even turned off the radio station.

As a result, the car became quiet.

When I arrived at the gate of Erya's community, I asked the driver to wait for me for a few minutes, I sent Erya into the community, and I returned to the car.

"Now let's go to the husk." I said to the driver.

The driver restarted the taxi, and then said to me earnestly, "Young man, when young people fall in love, how can there be upper lip that does not touch the lower lip, as a man, be more generous." ”

I figured it out, the taxi driver misunderstood my relationship with Erya.

I smiled and replied, "No, no, no...... Master, you misunderstood, that girl was just a good friend of mine, and we didn't fall in love. ”

"Isn't it really a girlfriend?" The driver was still a little unconvinced.

"Not really!"

"That's a pity, the girl's family must be very rich, and the poor can't afford to live in this community."

After being misunderstood by the editor-in-chief and his wife, and misunderstood by the taxi driver, am I really very husband and wife with Erya?

But why did she let Sijie hold hands ten years ago?

Ten years later, Sijie is gone, but I don't have the courage to reach out to her.

Erya, you know what? The ultimate goal of marrying and sending home is to go home, as long as you go home safely, I will be relieved.

My mood is a little complicated and a little irritable.

"Master, you can drive well, I'm a little tired, squint for a while, and call me at the place." The only thing I can do is to respond to the taxi driver's "empathy" and "life coach" by fake sleep, which can be regarded as a way to escape self-interrogation.

I understand that taxi drivers spend several or even more than ten hours a day in the car, although they walk all over the streets and alleys of the city, but they have always lived in a corner and never left. The body is always on the road, but the mind does not care about the scenery along the way.

Passengers are the only object of their exchange of emotions, so they will always talk to passengers in a variety of ways of discussing the past and the present, knowing astronomy and geography. They want passengers to say a few more words to them, even if it's just a "hmm...... Yes...... Yes".

I was in a way the same as them, in my office, facing a computer screen, talking to readers all over the world. Unlike taxi drivers, I use words to talk to people, and they use words to communicate with people. We are all ferrymen, they ferry the body, I ferry the soul.

But I would like to believe that today's taxi drivers are not only ferrying my body, but also my soul. It's just that I didn't tell him where the soul was, so he couldn't deliver it safely.

In fact, even I don't know where my soul ends, so how can I tell him?

……

We said goodbye to our junior high school days with a graduation party. said that it was a graduation party, but in fact, it was just a copycat to the extreme.

The TV series that was sent by the math teacher for three years finally returned to the classroom, and then connected to the VCD player brought by the homeroom teacher from home, and stuffed in a few discs that had been spent.

All junior high school classes invariably chose to bid farewell to their junior high school days in this way. Perhaps it was the last indulgence that all the teachers did not show up at the graduation parties of our various classes.

There is no gratitude to the teacher, and there is no deep teacher-student affection.

That night, we scurried around the serpentine campus singing snakes and rats.

That night, I received the first cigarette of my life, Wuniu, from my classmates in the retirement area. The smoke was filling, but I couldn't cough.

The literary and artistic circles said that the boys at that time were teenagers in the rainy season, and the girls were girls in the flower season. I sang a song "Nine Sisters" with a group of rainy season teenagers in the retirement area to the flower season girl Erya.

Nine sisters, nine beautiful sisters

Nine sisters, nine sisters' lovely sisters

Nine sisters, nine sisters, my nine sisters......

Erya and a group of young girls in the retirement area boldly responded to our "Nine Sisters" with "The Love of the Slender Man".

That night, we reveled and we indulged everything. For the first time, I smoked five cows, drank snowflakes, danced I don't know what to do, and even whistled at the girls......

But I didn't tell Erya that I liked her.

That night, we dragged all the desks that were usually horizontal and vertical around the classroom, leaving an open space in the middle as a stage for everyone to sing and dance. The desk of Sijie, which had been empty for more than a month, was finally moved to disappear that night, but it was integrated again.

In the end, Sijie still didn't go to the examination room with us for the high school entrance examination.

I took the first place in the school, and the second girl took the second place in the school. When we graduated from junior high school, our names were finally featured in the "Good News" of the Experimental Middle School.

I dreamed that in the future, our names would appear together on the marriage certificate, the real estate certificate, the household registration book, the baby's birth certificate......

It's just that the dream of the boy in the rainy season for the girl in the flower season will be empty in the end as the rain stops.

……

Back in my husk, I washed up and went to bed. Yesterday I drank too late and didn't get a good rest, so I'm going to go to bed early tonight.

I'm still wondering what caused Erya's unusual behavior in the past two days, but I really don't want to find out.

Because I knew in my heart that I couldn't. No matter what Erya wants, I can't.

Erya has never really belonged to me, so ten years ago, it could not be said that the four precepts were loved by others. Ten years later, if I go to recover Erya, even if Sijie is gone, I will feel like I am loved.

Lying on the bed, I still habitually play with my phone first.

When I saw a new email reminder on my phone, I was afraid that the editor-in-chief had something to explain, so I opened it and read it as soon as possible.

It turned out that it was not the editor-in-chief, it was Xie Xiaoqiu.

Xie Xiaoqiu replied to my email. In the email, I expressed my gratitude to "Dong'an Lakeside", and thanked me and Dong'an Lakeside for making her dream come true. He also said that he would work harder in the future to create more and better works.

I'm not surprised at all by this response from an amateur writer. What surprised me was that I obviously left a WeChat account for Xie Xiaoqiu, but I never had a friend to apply. Moreover, Xie Xiaoqiu did not mention anything about adding WeChat friends in the email.

I casually opened the selfie on my phone and looked at my face carefully, and there was nothing written on my face with ulterior motives or malicious intentions.

Ask yourself, I must admit that giving an amateur author my private WeChat account has a sense of superiority from above. But from the other party's point of view, shouldn't every amateur writer look forward to having the opportunity to connect with professional editors and have in-depth exchanges?

After turning off the email, I carefully read the friend application on WeChat a few more times, and even checked the privacy settings. I made sure that the WeChat account was not wrong, and Xie Xiaoqiu did not take the initiative to apply to add me, and it is impossible for Xie Xiaoqiu to not be able to add me because of the problem of setting.

Little autumn, big spring.

Suddenly I felt a little interesting.