I always thought it was a dream, and I crushed Erya under me, galloping freely on her body, and indulging everything.

I even shouted, "Erya, I like you." ”

It wasn't until I woke up in the cold room the next day that I found that I was the only one in the room, even if I had a splitting headache after drinking, I still remembered that Erya took Sijie's hand last night.

I didn't confess to her, she didn't take me back to the hotel at all, let alone show up in my room.

The only thing I've ever done is to fall into a dream for a thousand miles.

Many years have passed, and if it weren't for Yang Hai's escape from marriage, I would definitely think it was a dream for the rest of my life.

A spring dream with traces.

……

Huahua definitely didn't tell the truth to Erya, at least not all the truth.

But to Yang Hai, she may have told the whole truth. I guess that Yang Hai asked Huahua what was going on at that time, and even patted his chest and said to Huahua, as long as you tell the truth, I won't blame you.

Huahua believed it, and she told the truth. Yang Hai may not blame her in his mouth, but he has already escaped from marriage in action.

Yang Hai couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

Now that I think about it, like Yang Hai, I can't pass the hurdle in my heart. If possible, I really hope that the blood stains on the bed sheets that night are just my body being cut unintentionally, and even the last guest who slept in the hotel without changing it is acceptable to me.

It's just that I can't erase that memory no matter what, although it is vague, but it is profound.

Yang Hai's words were the last straw that broke the camel's back, but before I died, I still wanted to do a dying struggle.

After sending Erya home, on the way back to the magazine, I called a classmate who had previously attended the gathering organized by the Four Rings.

Although I can directly ask Erya who sent me back to the hotel that night, I believe that with Erya's sensitivity, I can quickly guess everything.

"Brother, are you alright?" As soon as the phone was connected, I adjusted my mood and said hello to the other person.

"Okay, why did the editor remember to call me." The other end of the phone answered me.

"I don't want you anymore, I want to have a drink with you."

"No problem, when I come back from a business trip to make an appointment with you, we won't get drunk and won't return."

"Don't you dare, if you get drunk, I'll have to trouble you and me to carry it to the hotel." I deliberately brought the topic to the Sijie Hospitality Party, "09 Winter Vacation, remember, Sijie Hospitality organized everyone's class reunion, I'm not drunk, it's still the hotel you sent me to." ”

"What, you're mistaken, how could I send you," said on the other side of the phone, "It was Zhou Xiaofan who sent your ......"

I chuckled in my heart, everything was clear.

After a few more pleasantries, I hung up.

I really hope that it will not be as expected, I think it may not be as expected, but it is always as expected!

……

Huahua and I had the winter vacation of our freshman year, and it was actually the winter vacation of Erya's sophomore year.

At that time, Sijie had already made some achievements, greeted our classmates at the largest hotel in the county, and went to KTV to sing after dinner.

When I went to university, the pressure of going to school was gone, and I was a lot more relaxed mentally. So, I also felt that it was time to take an important step in my life, and that was to confess to my long-time crush Erya.

After the college entrance examination, I didn't fill in the school in Beijing as I swore at the beginning, and I didn't stay in Sichuan like Huahua. Because of the Wenchuan earthquake, I couldn't accept staying in Sichuan University for a while.

I went to Wuhan. I don't know why, I just want to find a city where I don't know any classmates. After all, my classmates are already sophomores, and I'm only a freshman. I still can't accept it in terms of face.

Losing to Erya in the college entrance examination made me even more shameless to go to Beijing to see her.

So, Huahua, me and Erya, three people and three places. Sijie is in Beijing, accompanying Erya.

After going to college, Erya called me a lot, and in addition to telling me how to adapt to college life as a passer-by, she also told me that there were boys chasing her. At that time, I didn't ask boys if their grades were good, because when I went to college, I understood that grades were no longer subject to the hard currency of walking on campus.

Looks and talent are.

How much campus love begins with appearance, ends with talent, and dies in poverty and long-distance places.

I have an average appearance, and my talent is nothing but writing some articles, and the poor and remote just happen to be firmly occupied by me. So I knew that I couldn't wait any longer, and I had to confess to Erya as soon as possible.

After a semester of mental preparation, I decided to make a confession time for winter break. Sijie has long posted a heroic post, saying that he will convene a reunion of junior high school classmates. Although I repeated a year in my senior year, I did well among my junior high school classmates, so I was confident that I would be the centerpiece of the audience on that occasion.

It's just that when Erya appeared in front of me holding the hand of the four rings, all my psychological construction collapsed. The harsh reality doused all my illusions. I even secretly called to return the roses I had ordered in advance.

I don't know how to face Flowey, let alone how to solve this problem.

After parking the car, I sent Huahua a WeChat message with only three words: I'm sorry.

On the way from the parking lot to the office, I waited for a reply from Flowey, but I never waited.

As soon as I arrived at the office, the editor-in-chief called and asked me to go to his office to talk about the next issue of the magazine.

That's how to make a magazine, this issue of the magazine is still being printed in the printing house, and the planning of the next issue is about to begin. I printed two copies of the draft I had written in the morning and took it to the editor-in-chief's office.

"March is the most lively season in Dong'an every year, the peach blossoms are in full bloom on Dong'an Mountain, and the tourists are weaving," I took a plan to the editor-in-chief, and then reported to the editor-in-chief, "Since we are "Dong'an Lakeside", I suggest that we do the theme of peach blossoms in March, peach blossoms have many meanings, and we have a lot of room to play." ”

The editor-in-chief listened to my report while flipping through my plan.

"Peach blossoms are love, peach blossoms are encounters, peach blossoms are good luck, and peach blossoms are also a realm ......," the editor-in-chief said to himself, "You can send it to everyone to ask for opinions, and we will meet tomorrow." ”

"Okay."

With that, I got up and went back to my office. I had just taken two steps when the editor-in-chief suddenly stopped me.

"Xiao Wang, wait a minute." The editor-in-chief motioned for me not to leave yet, and to sit down and have something to say.

As soon as I sat down, the editor-in-chief stood up, took a cup and poured me a glass of water, and handed it to me. I suddenly felt a little uneasy in my heart, could it be that I was discovered by the editor-in-chief by skipping work at noon? But isn't it common for us to go out, and we can cope with the past for any reason.

Or does the editor-in-chief want me to calculate the previous corn obedient manuscript?

I was so nervous that I didn't dare to drink the water handed by the editor-in-chief.

"Editor-in-chief, is there anything else?" I asked apprehensively.

"It's not a big deal," the editor-in-chief was a little embarrassed, "I just wanted to talk to you about family life." ”

I looked at the editor-in-chief, waiting for his homework.

"Do you young people like to only fall in love and not get married now?" The editor-in-chief was also direct and didn't go around the bend with me.

Regarding the editor-in-chief's question, I was a little confused for a while.

"Editor-in-chief, I don't really understand your question." I'm not ambiguous.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush with you," said the editor-in-chief, "my daughter, you saw it last time." talked about a boyfriend, and the two have been together for almost two or three years. It's not that we're going to force them to get married or anything, it's just that it's been dragging on like this, and it's not a thing. ”

I suddenly remembered that the editor-in-chief of the music square said that it was irresponsible to fall in love, and the daughter standing next to him reacted strongly.

"Editor-in-chief, I have no experience in this matter." Don't talk about the leader's private affairs, this is the most basic professionalism of a subordinate, not to mention the daughter of the editor-in-chief, whether it is from the position of the editor-in-chief or from the perspective of the editor-in-chief's daughter, what I say is inappropriate in the end, so I decided to kick the ball back. "Look at me, I don't even have a girlfriend, let alone I just like to fall in love and don't want to get married."