On Valentine's Day the next day, I regretted it when I thought of being alone in the sky and evening breeze, my girlfriend's warm voice and smile like a spring breeze and a kind voice and smile like a little white rabbit were still very lethal.

On top of that, I still have fantasies: "Maybe she's just holding hands with the fox and checking the career line at most, and it hasn't expanded to rolling the sheets." ”

She never answered the phone, so she had to text her to the past: "See you at 6 o'clock in the evening at the Western Restaurant of Media, spend this beautiful and romantic festival with you and apologize." ”

The girlfriend finally replied to the text message: "It's all over! ”

The experience of countless quarrels in the past has shown that as long as I give in, make a formal apology, and then give some cash or bags as war reparations, the quarrel is over. This is similar to the Qing Dynasty's handling of the invasion of the Eight-Nation Alliance.

The girlfriend's text message shows that this "rebellion" is not the same as before. I replied to her: "Wherever you are, whatever you do wrong, come back and wait for you." After sending it, I felt a pain in my heart, and I was moved by my greatness and tolerance.

The mobile phone "ticked", and the girlfriend's text message came: "Betrayal is not right or wrong at all, only love and unlove." I don't love you anymore, break up! ”

I dialed it and her phone turned off.

The sun was shining in the sky, and the beauties everywhere were drunk, looking around in fear, but there was no sympathetic gaze, and a female beggar on the ground stretched out her dark hand to me and said, "Big brother, give me some money." ”

I threw the "Blue Enchantress" into her arms, she subconsciously picked it up and looked at it, and threw it to me, still insisting on saying, "Big brother, give me some money." ”

That afternoon, standing on a flyover in Beijing, looking up at the sky, the shadows of birds were gone. I suddenly felt strongly that I had been abandoned by God in a small corner, and that my soul was wandering around with no home.

At that moment, I seemed to return to the distant Song Dynasty, and saw Chen Shimei's wife Qin Xianglian leading the baby on the streets of Kaifeng in the capital, with tears in her eyes, and I strongly felt her heart-wrenching sadness.

I am reminded of the prophecy of the two old men Confucius and Meng thousands of years ago.

Confucius said: Only women and villains are difficult to raise.

Mencius's jaw: Lao Kong is right!

Not long after breaking up with his girlfriend, he met her female colleague Xiao K. Xiao K expressed great pity and sympathy for me from the perspective of the Chinese people, saying that more than half of the beautiful women in the company holding Apple products had dedicated themselves to the Yankee with four children, to be exact, on the mahogany sofa in the Yankee's office.

The Yankees are well versed in the essence of Confucius's "coming and not being rude", and after the beautiful women come from outside, he is "not happy", and takes Apple products as a courtesy to ensure that there is no "white ding" in the exchange.

Among these beauties is my girlfriend (formerly), who seems to have gained more than others, in addition to the tablet, the Yankees also gave her an extra copycat LV bag. Thinking of his girlfriend's crazy performance in some aspects in the past, it is normal for her to get an additional "dedication award", maybe she has been successfully promoted to "third sister".

The saddest thing for me was that while my girlfriend was trying to dedicate herself and earn a reward, I stood outside their office building waiting for her to claim overtime.

Xiao K held a plastic bag and said bitterly about the history of his colleagues' dedication, the plastic bag contained the remaining half of the sweet potatoes he ate, his tongue swept back and forth in his mouth with a pair of violent teeth, his eyes were infinitely fascinated, and I was ashamed in my heart.

After Xiao K finished his sneaky speech and told him not to talk nonsense, he disappeared into the subway, leaving me alone standing under the Gemini of the International Trade Center.

The man's intuition tells me that the ghost guy is not sincere to his girlfriend at all, and he throws it away when he has had enough.

I forgave my girlfriend for cheating. is also a "North Drifter", she just wants to change her fate and bet on foreign capital with her youth as a bargaining chip. Many women, like Little K, don't even have the opportunity to gamble.

Falling out of love gave me a strong sense of frustration, and decadence pervaded me.

My parents started to worry about me, and they were doing research in France and earning a lot of money. No matter how poor I was after graduating from college, I never asked for a penny from my family, and I wanted to succeed on my own, and one day become on the list of the richest people after 80s, and realize my dream of eating like the richest man without asking the price, but the departure of my girlfriend made me disheartened.

My mother came to Beijing from France to see me, and when she saw that I was depressed, she stared at the English card dog Beibei in a daze all day long, pulling its ears, and she added fuel and vinegar to report these situations to my father, and the old man made more than 100 calls across the ocean to strictly order me to return to my hometown.

Determined to leave the confused and depressed life in Beijing and start anew - this decision is also destined for a thrilling life in the future.

I told the news of my departure from Beijing to several of my closest classmates: Lin Wei, Xu Yuan and Zhou Zixuan.

Lin Wei's father is a celebrity in Beijing, and he helped her successfully enter a youth newspaper as a reporter, and took the lead in realizing her career ideals.

Wishing came from a wealthy family, his father was a real estate tycoon in Beijing, and after graduating, he lost interest in journalism and studied real estate planning in the United States.

Zhou Zixuan and I are from the same city in the north, and we are both men with ideals. After graduating, we applied for jobs in major media outlets, but both failed.

Helplessly, Zixuan relied on his English advantage to work as a translator in a travel agency, but he resigned after less than three months, because he not only had to be a translator in a travel agency, but also a "buddy", and this kind of discrimination made him unbearable.

When he left Beijing, we were drunk on Gui Street.

Zixuan poured down the last bottle of beer, ripped off the badge of the travel agency and said: "From now on, I don't have to be angry anymore, the brother-in-law of the big-bellied boss in the club burps my hair like an idiot every day and calls Li Lianying; The old HR woman who dressed herself as a post-90s generation, with a pink face and a sullen heart, always leaned on the door frame and scratched her head and said, Xiao Zhou, come on, people have something to say to you! After I refused, I was miserable to find out that she counted 38 days of tardiness for me that month, and the maximum number of days in a month was 31 days! There is also the office director, who occupied the beautiful Xiao Zhang, whom I had been secretly in love with for a long time, when he pinched my chin with his fat paws countless times and asked, am I handsome? I can only force myself to vomit and say, Director, whoever wants to say that you are not handsome, Lu Yi has to go and ask for food......"

Zixuan's father is the director of the TV station in his hometown city, and after Zixuan went back, he successfully joined the company and became a TV director, which can be regarded as realizing his journalistic ideals.

Just like when she kept Zhou Zixuan, Lin Wei tried her best to keep me, saying that as long as I didn't give up, my Buddha would open his eyes sooner or later.

"I also want to start a business with you after returning to China, and enter the real estate industry together, and in time, I will be able to gain a foothold in the capital, call for wind and rain, become a merry businessman, enter Cheung Kong Graduate School of Business, and watch the world's beautiful eyebrows." ”

I'm still unmoved, I still have my own dreams, and the people who are out of the game are just a little sad for a certain moment, and life will always go on after that.

It was dusk when I left Beijing. Standing on the overpass of Beijing West Railway Station, I looked back at the place I had fought for, the sun was crumbling on the horizon, and the passers-by were in a hurry.

Millet, a female colleague from the newspaper who has always had a crush on me, stood alone in the corner of the station with my Inka dog Beibei, watching me leave.

After leaving the entertainment newspaper, Xiaomi joined a regular newspaper, her eyes were red and swollen, her mouth pursed slightly, and she stroked Bei Bei affectionately, wanting to move me and change my mind. Bei Bei looked innocent, and I was inexplicably lost.

Goodbye, Beijing!

I stood on the overpass and muttered: I can no longer sit on the street at dusk in Xidan and watch the swaying beauties walk by; I can no longer go to the World Trade Center to see meteors and the universe, and say Hi to lazy foreigners; There is no longer a need to crowd with ants at 8 o'clock in the morning and 5 o'clock in the evening to participate in the daily Spring Festival; No longer have to watch lovers kiss in the pungent smell of the subway, and office workers who don't want to give up their seats close their eyes and pretend to sleep; No more listening to the lame, armless, burned, self-mutilated beggars singing "I Have a Good Sister" as young women kneel down to you with their sleeping babies in their arms.

And the long-haired singer in the subway passage is often rocking wildly: the global GDP is rising like crazy, but it has something to do with me, can you buy diapers and milk powder for your child?

Beijing no longer belongs to me.

Farewell, North Drift.