In the blink of an eye, it's time for the party

The meeting took place not in Guangdong, but in Anhui.

Rich people are always like this, they always like to scatter their wealth when they have nothing to do, and invite a lot of friends and classmates to travel, which is called a party, but the purpose is not so. Han Gaozu has an old saying that if you don't return to your hometown, it is equivalent to walking at night in brocade clothes. In this society, it can be appreciated that having money does not engage in parties, like biting chicken legs overnight.

But anyone who was poor in the past, rich in the future, or who was born into a rich family, always likes to come to such a luxurious party. The former is either to raise his eyebrows and sweep away his grievances, or he likes that kind of stars and moons, and asks for a kind of self-comfort, telling everyone, fucking Lao Tzu is rich, and he is no longer the same Hu Hansan as before, which of you dares to look down on me. In fact, this kind of person is the most insecure, they will always put a lot of money in their wallet, if the wallet is empty, he will feel very insecure, they do this, it is also a way to cover up inferiority complex and vent pressure.

Most of the latter are for the sake of show, or they think they are superior to others, and they are arrogant to others, and they cannot be immortal. In fact, I never thought that everyone was born by the same mother, with one nose and two eyes. You're just lucky enough to be in a rich family. Lao Tzu hero does not mean that his son is a good man, your father is rich does not mean that you can keep the family wealth, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, who dares to say that feng shui will not take turns, and who dares to bully young people to be poor.

I don't have a good impression of Yao Yirong, maybe I am more disgusted. There is no other reason, that is, because she is the latter of the above, she thinks that she was born superior, and the kind of person who can't turn the earth without me, spends Lao Tzu's hard-won money to the fullest, satisfying her vanity.

This time, I don't know how many times she's been partying, anyway, the fat man and I are on the list of invitees.

In short, the letter explained a situation, eating, living, playing, including round-trip fares, showing the style of local tyrants.

The day before leaving, the fat man and I bought train tickets to Anhui, brought some simple daily necessities, and took the night train to Chaohu Lake in Anhui.

It's just that the place of the meeting is in Lujiang. It is said that Yao Yirong's father used to do business in Anhui and later came to Guangdong. Anhui is not often returned, and there are also some family businesses in Lujiang that are idle, and among these family businesses, there is also an ancient castle in the Republic of China era.

Therefore, the fat man and I had to take the waterway from Chaohu Lake and take a boat to the Lujiang River.

After arriving at the agreed place, I found that there were really a lot of people here, and there were always more than ten of them. Among them, the fat man's sister, Meng Xue is also here.

"Brother Haisheng, big brother, you are here too." Meng Xue saw the two of us and surrounded us like a little rabbit.

"Come, let me introduce you, this is my good friend, Qingqing." Mengxue pulled a girl next to her and said to us......

"Hello, the girl looked up," she said with a gentle greeting.

The moment she raised her head, I was stunned.

"Dream ...... Are you a little dream? I grabbed her hand, and I couldn't suppress my excitement, and even the tone of my voice trembled

"What are you doing, you're scratching my hand." Qingqing yelled, "You're insane, you." ”

"Haisheng, what are you doing, you let go of her." The fat man pulled my hand away and pulled me out of my trance.

Mengxue also looked at me with a surprised expression, and the girl named Qingqing also hid behind him.

After all, I sighed and apologized to her helplessly.

The dream is gone, she is not a dream, the dream in my heart has long since left this world.

Xu is in the way of Mengxue's face, Qingqing didn't lose his temper at me, but the look in his eyes was always weird, as if he was looking at a neurotic.

She pulled Mengxue away and went to the other end. And I can only be quietly silent in my memories on the sidelines.

The fat man nudged me lightly and asked with concern, "Are you okay?" ”

I shook my head, asked the fat man to take a cigarette, and lit it gently, but I didn't answer him, because my heart was very painful now, and the long-lost shadow came to my heart again.

In everyone's heart, there is a person who once loved him and couldn't extricate himself. Even a Taoist priest with five disadvantages and three shortcomings will not be an exception, and I will never forget her name for the rest of my life. Dreams, dreams of dreams.

I remember the first time I met her, it was at the door of the orphanage. For a child's balloon, she climbed the three-meter-high plane tree.

When she fell from the tree, she didn't cry because she was thin, but remembered the crying child for the first time.

She lowered her head and said, "Don't cry, Sister Balloon has already helped you get it back." ”

Since then, the figure of this girl has completely come to my mind.

Maybe it was a secret arrangement, this girl later became my high school tablemate. She was thin, even, not at all pretty, the only characteristic was that she laughed and had two deep dimples.

But I fell in love with her like this, and I couldn't help myself. When people are young and ignorant, there will always be an initial and purest emotion. Falling in love with someone is not because of her appearance, but because of a feeling, a heartache that makes you feel exhausted, and you can't wait to spend your life protecting her and caring for her.

In the journey of life, either because of a moment of amazement, or because of long-term love, there will always be a feeling for the opposite sex, which is called liking, but not necessarily love. There are countless people who like and are liked, but there is only one person who can make you feel distressed. This person is your lover, but she may not be able to accompany you through this life. Most of the so-called love is shattered by the cruel reality.

Dreams are the person who makes me feel distressed, she is strong, she is kind, and her every move is tied to my heart. But I know that I am a person with five disadvantages and three shortcomings, and when I pass it on, I make a lonely word, and when I fall in love with someone, I will only kill her.

Therefore, at the beginning, I buried this sincere feeling forever and ever.

When I was young, I wrote a very naïve poem, and the name of this poem is Tibetan Dream.

Under the eaves of the green tile-colored pavilion, I love the hazy figure of your figure,

Unfortunately, I can only hide it in my heart.

Dream hidden flowers, buried flowers, dreams, remnants

Thinking is like a dream, remembering your dreams

The days I spent with her were like being in a dream, and I felt the excitement and uneasiness in my heart. No one knows that I have a dream hidden in my heart, and this dream belongs to her alone.

No one knows how happy I was at that time. Every day, I would go to class early, and when she arrived, I would pretend to be indifferent and say hello to her: "You're here." ”

In the summer, I would always walk from class to the school gate, buy two drinks, and walk back. Pretending to be careless and throwing it to her at the same table: "I went downstairs to buy a drink, and I brought you a bottle by the way." "Actually, I don't like sweet things at all, and I don't like drinks even more.

She took it with a grin and drank it one sip at a time. Looking at her cautious appearance, I felt very satisfied, and felt that the happiest thing in the world was to enjoy her quiet smile.

Later, I couldn't help the restlessness in my heart and wrote her a love letter, loving someone, hoping that she would understand her heart. I can't wait to take care of her forever for the rest of my life, and tell everyone that she is mine. She was hurt, and I came to comfort her. She cried, and I had to lend her my shoulder. I was reluctant to bully her, and no one could touch a hair of her

I thought that when she saw my letter, she would dislike me, and that I would die because of it.

However, what I never expected was that the two of them really came together like this, and she didn't dislike my ghost eyes that no one could get close to. I wore long bangs to cover my blindness for her sake, and I didn't want me to be subjected to any casual finger-pointing when I walked out the street with her.

I thought we would continue to do this until we were old. However, a catastrophe left her forever and shattered my dreams.

I will never forget the day when I witnessed my lover die in front of me, and even if I was a disciple of Yin Mountain, I could not find her soul.

I know that she died because of me. Because she fell in love with a Taoist priest with five disadvantages and three shortcomings. This Taoist priest is destined to commit a lonely word, and he can only be lonely for a lifetime, and the love that ordinary people can enjoy is out of reach in the life of this Taoist priest.

After she died, I was tormented by an indescribable feeling for two months. Unspeakable pain, no, not pain. It was a convulsion a hundred times more painful than pain. Maybe it's when you're eating, maybe it's when you're sleeping, it just comes up inexplicably, makes you want to cry, and makes you can't help but think of her.

In the dead of night, you will feel a pinprick pain that creeps up your heart little by little, and as you breathe, it twitches slowly and rhythmically. When the convulsions become more and more intense, you feel back that your whole person, your whole soul, your whole heart, are empty.

I spent two months in guilt, and then I found the driver who had hit and killed him.

I took the soil from under his feet, took his eight characters, and cast a spell on him that was terrifying.

It didn't take long for the driver to take the mental torment and commit suicide. I sacrificed my lover with his life

And I, because of this, was severely punished by Uncle Qingsong and lay in bed for three months.

It's just that the pain of the flesh can never hide the lack of my spirit.

Since then, I have closed my heart, and I dare not love anyone again, because my love will always be a burial object of a lonely word.

I thought my heart was apathetic to it. However, fate allowed me to meet her again, even though I knew that this girl's name was Qingqing, and she was not a dream. But at this moment, the guilt still came up to me like a tide, and the dusty memory was awakened again, and I remembered that in my life I walked through a girl named Dream, and I owed her, too much.