Because the mood is very happy, the teacher's voice is also very pleasant, and the time flies very quickly. The two classes went by in a flash, and at the end of another day, I packed my things and got ready to go home.

With brisk steps and humming a little tune, I left the school gate and prepared to take a taxi home. At the corner of the school gate, I saw Zhao Nan. He seemed to be waiting for me somewhere, and when he saw me come out, he stepped forward and looked at me with sad eyes.

I stopped, stopped humming the song, and looked at him directly, I really didn't know how to face him.

"Did you see the text I sent you?"

His voice was low, a little hoarse, and it sounded strangely pitiful.

"See, I think it's because you're thinking too much, didn't I say it last time at my doorstep: I just want to study hard now, and then I don't want to spend time dealing with interpersonal relationships."

Drag it on, when I go to college, everyone will naturally separate, just like in a dream, if he has a new life, he will have a seventh more, and he won't care about me.

"Then what's the matter with you and Zhou Yu?"

I can see that he still cares about me now, and I can understand it from his attention to me and his eyes, but what's the use of this, since I don't have the consciousness to walk together for the rest of my life, I don't want to have this kind of dragonfly like water.

"I don't have anything to do with him, we're just classmates, and I just ask him for advice on my studies."

I'm not lying, I'll be honest.

"Then why did you take his car back that day, you still have to frown in class."

As he spoke, he became a little emotional, and he was a little speechless.

"First of all, I really don't have anything to do with him, and my classmates didn't say that I couldn't take a ride, and I didn't say I couldn't smile when I saw my classmates, and I still have to smile when I see you. Secondly, even if I have anything to do with him, it seems that it has nothing to do with you, what are you, can you still care about me making friends? In the end, we can't get along like we used to, I don't like this ambiguity, maybe it's my own feelings, but I really don't want to go on. Think about it, is it the same as a normal friendship? ”

"I, I haven't thought about it yet, can you wait for me to think about it?"

He said a little dazed.

"No need, let's get along like ordinary classmates, it's good for you and me."

I finally said what was in my heart, and I felt that the knot in my chest was finally untied.

"Ning Meng, I don't want to lose you."

I turned my head, not wanting to look at him, I couldn't be soft-hearted at this time.

"Don't talk about this now, I'm leaving, you can go back early."

"I ......"

He wanted to say something, but I didn't give him a chance, just flagged down a taxi and left. Seeing that he was still standing there in the rearview mirror, looking helpless, his eyes were red, I was a little distressed, if I had broken the relationship from the beginning, would it not have developed according to my dream? I thought about it and shook my head, no, I can't afford to bet.

The car kept going, but my thoughts couldn't stop. I thought about the things in the dream:

He and I have been good friends until I graduated from high school, we talk about everything, he comforts me when I am sad, and he accompanies me silently when I am happy. In fact, I have long been accustomed to having him by my side, and I have long regarded him as the person I want to be with for the rest of my life. One night after the college entrance examination, we attended a class reunion together, and we both drank some wine, which ended a little late. He drove me home, I walked in front and he walked behind. As we passed through a deserted alley, he took my hand from behind, pulled me into his arms, bowed his head and kissed me. I felt his soft lips against mine, and his wine-scented tongue slid into my mouth. I didn't refuse, probably I took it for granted, and I responded to him. This kiss has always been engraved in my heart, and I will never forget it. We spent the whole summer together, attending classmates' college banquets together, climbing mountains together, shopping together, and learning to drive together. It wasn't until college that we separated, he went to the north and I stayed in the south. College life was colorful, he didn't have enough time, I always wanted to establish our relationship, he always ran away, so we quarreled again and again. After the quarrel, there was a cold war, and neither of us took the initiative to contact anyone, but as long as he called, I didn't have the temper to forgive. Later, after graduating from college, he returned to my city to work, and we didn't live together, but occasionally we would play in each other's apartments. I used to lie on the couch on his knees, and I smiled at him, and he smiled at me. But as soon as it comes to establishing a relationship, he will run away.

Later, my relatives introduced me to a boyfriend and asked me to go on a blind date. I smiled and asked him: What if I fall in love with each other on a blind date and are ready to get married? He said, "I respect you." I was so angry that I actually went to meet him. The other party was a person who seemed to be very down-to-earth and warm, and I called him and told him: I think that man is very good, or I will marry him. He said, "Okay." I hung up the phone and cried for a long time, so I started dating the man, and I deleted all his contact information. But I still learned from other places that he was in love, and the other party was a very cute girl. It turns out that it's not that you can't fall in love, it's that you can't fall in love with me. So I got out of hand, and at the end of the year I got married. At the wedding, all the classmates said that they thought I was a couple with him, and I smiled and brought it. It didn't take long for me to get pregnant, and that warm man had washed away his appearance over time. He began to stay home all night long, and his clothes began to smell of other women's perfumes. I chose to ignore it, I kept silent, I was afraid that my mom knew to worry about me. No one was there for me that night when the amniotic water broke, I felt the blood and temperature passing, and I closed my eyes, maybe there were tears in the corners of my eyes.

When I woke up, I realized that it was a dream, and fortunately it was a dream, but I felt the despair and heartbreak in this dream. I don't want to go through this kind of life again, I want to stay away from him, I don't want to be hurt by love, all men are the same.

This pain seems to have been brought from a dream to reality, and it reminds me not to be involved with Zhao Nan anymore, I can't afford to gamble.