Wang Meng hasn't felt like this for a long time, and he feels that there are only him and her in this world. The night covers up the hustle and bustle, the childhood dreams, and the helplessness and sighs of the world.

The night is indeed very beautiful, at least those who know how to appreciate him will feel his charm and elegance, but under the street lamp, her beautiful and pure eyes have not changed, "You. You" both of them spoke at the same time, but stopped at the same time.

For more than 20 years, Wang Meng wanted to say something to her, but now he can't think of anything. Ying Ying waved her hand and motioned for Wang Meng to speak first, but what could he say?

"After all these years, are you okay?"

"Well, that's good. ”

What else is there for simple dialogue and meaningless and empty words?

Wang Meng smiled awkwardly, "It's still good when I was in school, but now I think back on it, I'm actually quite happy." ”

"Well, yes, all these years. You asked me to go rollerblading, but what about you?"

How could Wang Meng forget, that was the deepest pain in his memory, when he finally mustered up the courage when he graduated, he didn't say any confession, but asked Ying Ying to go roller skating together, but he lost his word. Because he didn't have the courage to go at that time, he thought it was a blasphemy against the goddess in his heart, and finally retreated.

"Because I was scared, I didn't go to you. Haha, it was stupid enough at that time, right?" said Wang Meng laughing at himself.

"Well, I thought about it, but I was scared of that too. Why haven't you been married for so many years?"

Wang Meng smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that there is no suitability, for people like me to get married, it's actually sorry for others, so it's good." ”

Ying Ying walked a few steps quickly, turned around and said, "Is this really good?"

Sad, yes, is this really good? Maybe, he doesn't have to take any responsibility, maybe that's how he can be so free and optimistic. Wang Meng has also seen all kinds of families over the years, how many happiness are there in really?

"How are you?"

Ying Ying turned her head and turned her back to Wang Meng and said, "I, it's okay." Aren't they all the same?"

The two of them began to walk silently in the night again, the street lamps in the distance seemed to be stars and fireworks, and the eyes reached the end of the field of vision, and the ears could only hear the clicking sound of footsteps.

"Hey... In fact, I have been really happy for so many years, do you believe it?" Wang Meng said as he looked at Yingying in front of him.

"Believe, what is there to believe if you alone feed your whole family and not go hungry?"

Ying Ying smiled, although no one can escape the washing of the years, but his smile is still the same, Wang Meng also smiled, at this age there are many things, there is really no need to talk too much. They all understand, they understand that kind of life, and they also understand their own sadness.

In fact, it's good to just walk like this, go to the end of the endless, temporarily let go of everything, and turn your brain into a blank, but the blank time is often short, and finally the road has come to an end.

Unconsciously, the two of them had been gone for a long time, and suddenly she stopped, Ying Ying looked upstairs, and only one window was still on in the entire building, and Wang Meng also knew that it was her home. I also know that this night will have an end and not a new beginning.

In a small garden in a residential area, two people are swinging in front of each other, which is rare for two adults to swing like this. The swing creaked from time to time, and in order to stay for a while Wang Meng said, he still had something to tell her, but it had been another half an hour, and the result was still like this.

"What are you trying to say? It's a little too late now, I don't go back and the kids don't sleep."

Wang Meng finally mustered up the courage to say the question hidden in his heart: "If I said I liked you at the beginning, would you have a relationship with me?"

Ying Ying smiled, she was silent for a long time, just swinging, and when the swing reached the highest point in the air, she suddenly spoke. "Does it make sense for you to say this now?"

Yes, is it meaningful? It must be meaningless, but Wang Meng just wants to know, but who can understand the feeling of longing to know? Is life very meaningful? Compared with his own question, he feels that it is an equal sign. If he doesn't know, maybe he won't be at ease for the rest of his life, when he really asks.

Wang Meng really regretted it, he really didn't want to hear the answer, because no matter how he answered, it was a kind of pain.

The swing stopped, Sun Yingying slowly walked towards his residence, and Wang Meng looked straight at her back, because he had no right, and he had no determination to destroy the happiness of others, so he could only watch, and watching like this was his only right.

The long flying hair covered her face, she may have shed tears, Wang Meng only saw her measure her body, and said lightly, "Maybe I will agree at that time." ”

After that, he disappeared into the night without looking back.

Wang Meng felt himself suddenly relaxed, feeling that everything was not so important, and he laughed and walked into the deep darkness.

Everything is like this, for people who are close to forty years old, what else can be done? Let everything melt into the dream, maybe life is a bitter book, a bitterness from beginning to end, and every character in it is stumbling in pursuit of the extraordinary, and they all return to the ordinary.

Wang Meng approached a song hall, ordered a lot of wine, and found a group of girls to accompany him. He was very happy tonight, instead of picking up the wine glass and pouring himself a drink, looking at the group of girls in front of him flattering him, Wang Meng said that he was very happy, this is his bully career, but I don't know why, his heart hurts.

The more he drank, the more his heart hurt, Wang Meng picked up the phone and roared, "Tie Nan, you fucking roll over for me." ”

After a long time, the door seemed to be knocked open, Tie Nan ran in, looking at Wang Meng in front of him, Tie Nan did not speak, but also did it. They have been friends for many years, real buddies, how can Tie Nan not understand?

After a few more rounds of strong drinking, Wang Meng, who was swaying, felt that he was a little too much, his head hurt, and his stomach hurt very much, but compared to the pain in his heart, it seemed that these were nothing.

One hand blocked Wang Meng's wine glass, "Okay, enough to go home"

"Get out... Don't look at you as my buddy, just sit down and drink with me today. ”

Tie Nan said with a gloomy face, "What did you all say?

Wang Meng nodded

Tie Nan sat down again, "Drink, I'll see if you can drink to death." ”

"Don't you want to know what she said?"

"I don't want to, there's no point, I'll drink with you today. ”

Just like the friendship between buddies, maybe only a man can understand a man, and a woman can really understand a woman. The two don't need to say anything, there will be that tacit understanding, and the real song hall only has laughter, and the sound of laughter seems to penetrate one box after another.