Zhang Ling was pregnant with twins, and I couldn't believe my hearing. I originally thought that Zhang Ling would give me a daughter, or a son. But I didn't expect Zhang Ling to be such a dick, giving birth to two at once, and a boy and a girl have a dragon and phoenix fetus. Every woman dreams of having only one child in her life, one child at a time. But the probability of a dragon and phoenix fetus is small and terrifying, but now it is encountered by Zhang Ling. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, but I know that I'm going to be late tonight.

After Wang Yingli left, I lay on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep. I wanted to contact Zhang Ling, but I didn't have the courage to pick up the phone. Looking at the clock on the wall, feeling the tired body after strong exercise, and recalling the words left by Wang Yingli, I don't know what to do. There is always a time of confusion in life, so confused that no one can help yourself, it is like a mountain in front of you, and you are the winner of life when you cross the past, and you can't lose if you can't cross it, but you can't be the strong person in your heart after all.

I lifted the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed looking out the window at the view of the Huangpu River. Put on your clothes and pull on your slippers to the study. Walked behind the desk, turned on the lamp in the study, and looked at the empty desk in a daze. The shelves around me were filled with all kinds of books, some I had read and some I hadn't. I suddenly remembered Sun Xiaoqing, she used to prepare a lot of books and materials for me to read every day, and when she was around me, I developed a good reading habit. But over the years, I seem to have forgotten that I have this habit. Ever since I got my summer property again, I seem to be stagnating. Wang Yingli is right, my current achievements are really not very big. If it weren't for Xia Wanyu, there would be no one to play many games for me at all. Thinking about all this, I picked up the cigarette case on the table, took out a cigarette from it, and took a lighter to light it, but I looked at everything around me, but I didn't have the courage to do it.

In a trance, I seemed to understand. While I forgot Sun Xiaoqing, I also forgot the good qualities that Sun Xiaoqing taught me. Over the years I have become alcoholic, irritable, and distraught. At the beginning, Sun Xiaoqing's determination by my side, the ancient well did not wave, and the eight winds did not move, all of which became the wind in my ears, and I forgot about it. I put the cigarette in my hand on the desk, walked to the front of the bookshelf and looked at the dense books on it, reading the past and the future one by one, many of these books were bought for me by Sun Xiaoqing, and there were also her own annotations on them. I took out a copy of macroeconomics and opened it to see that the title page said, "How can the economy be macro when it is as big as the fate of the country and as small as the buying and selling of chewing gum?"

When I saw this, I smiled knowingly.

Every book on the shelves has more or less Sun Xiaoqing's annotations. It's more about the words I left on these books and the memories that will last forever. Walking in front of the bookshelves, looking at the densely arranged rows of books on the shelves, I felt a little depressed in my heart. The originally tired mind became restless, and suddenly found that it was not the body that was lonely for me, but the mind. It's not status that's stopped, it's knowledge. There is no end to learning, I remember Sun Xiaoqing used to say this to me often. But now, it seems like I haven't finished a book for a long time, and I don't seem to have read the company's materials seriously for a long time. Perhaps, I could have worked harder instead of sweating on the treadmill that wasn't yet cold.

When I walked into the corner of the bookshelf, I saw Garcia on the shelf. Márquez's classic "One Hundred Years of Solitude", I picked it up casually. In my memory, Sun Xiaoqing has never shown me this kind of classic masterpiece. Most of the things that Sun Xiaoqing showed me were materials, and there were very few novels. Even if there were, it was only some youth literature occasionally, and she never showed me such majestic classics. But 80% of the books on my bookshelf come from Sun Xiaoqing, and this "One Hundred Years of Solitude" has never appeared in my memory. With questions, I casually pulled the book out of the shelf, opened the title page of the book, and wrote that loneliness comes from the heart. The font is majestic, and these four words from the heart are almost the entire title page of the battle situation, and my intuition tells me that this is not Sun Xiaoqing's handwriting. But I also know Xia Wanyu's handwriting, Xia Wanyu can't write such words at all.

I was a little strange enough to take this classic book back behind my desk and read it by the light of the lamp. I read this book when I was in high school, and I remember it very well, and I still remember some of the episodes in it. I flipped through the book casually, and then looked back at the words on the title page, and I felt a little depressed, and I didn't quite understand who was the person who could enter this study and leave these words on the book. With doubts, I turned the book to the last page, and at the bottom of the last page of the book, I saw this line of small print, challenge, born of hope.

Unlike the words on the title page, they are written very small, almost like the small number 5 characters that have been printed. But when I saw these words, I knew who the person who had read this book was. Because these words are written very normally, they are not exaggerated, and the font is biased towards cursive, which is very similar to Zhang Ling's handwriting. I sat on the chair and read this book in a bit of a daze, and Zhang Ling's playful and cute appearance appeared in my heart.

It's hard to imagine that a guy like her, who writes H-essays, would read such a classic masterpiece. I didn't expect that a girl like her, who was happy all day long, would write loneliness on the title page, and that a heartless guy like her would write a challenge at the end. It's subversive, but it's real. If I say that among these women around me, who I don't understand the most, I will definitely say that this person is Zhang Ling.

Close the book, turn off the lamp and sit in front of the window. At four o'clock in the morning, the moonlight shone through the window onto the floor of the room, and the silence was mine alone. The muscles were beating constantly, as if asking me why I didn't go to sleep yet, but my heavy head was so clear that I knew that my heart was still wild.

I understand, I understand.

I need to wait for dawn.

……

Zhang Ling said to me: If you want to go to heaven, go to hell first. I didn't understand what this sentence meant, when I ran 78 kilometers on the treadmill and still couldn't sleep, when I saw the loneliness and challenges of a hundred years of solitude, I realized that I was on the edge of hell now, and if I wanted to climb to heaven, I had to wake up, I had to wake up, I had to step on magma and anger, and go to my own paradise. Everyone's success is not easy, there are indeed people who get rich overnight, but more people who get rich overnight are poor one day in the future, there will always be certain opportunities in everyone's life, but this is not the reason for people's success. True success requires years of accumulation. Now that I'm past my prime, I may have some experience.

I hadn't slept for 24 hours, and I wasn't sleepy even though I was extremely tired. In the morning, I drove to the home where Xia Wanyu and I used to be in Sheshan, watching this luxurious villa stroll through the surrounding greenery, reminiscing about the romance with Xia Wanyu here. When I came to the door, I took out the key that I put behind the door and unlocked it, and looked at the once familiar furnishings in the house, and the fog in front of me was unconscious. Leave Sheshan and eat soy milk fritters on the side of the road. I drove back to the neighborhood where I used to be with Sun Xiaoqing, which was very dilapidated, the good sanitation management had become dirty, the lights in the corridor had not been repaired after they were broken, and there were cobwebs, as well as children's feces and urine everywhere.

I went back to the door and found the key that was there from the door. Open the door lock and walk in, the villa in Sheshan is taken care of, the house here is not cared for at all, the room is dirty and messy, all kinds of furniture and appliances are invaded by moisture, and everything is covered with a thick layer of dust. I stood in the doorway and looked at the scene in front of me, with a helpless smile on my lips. I didn't clean it all up, but stood in the doorway and watched. Watching the former paradise become an empty room that is now unpopular, once this was my nest with Sun Xiaoqing, and here are our best memories.

But now everything here brings me a little blurry. What I thought I could remember for a lifetime has become dispensable after years of quicksand. I didn't have fear or blame because that's the reality. No matter how sincere the feelings are, I am afraid that thirty years later they will only be a vague back. The passion that was originally taken for granted turned into a sudden gaze after the fire receded.

Now back here, all that awaits me is cobwebs and rats and cockroaches in the corners. I sat on the dusty couch and thought about everything I had here, and a smile gradually appeared on my face. I didn't sit here for long, I left here after noon, and after eating and fried noodles in a small restaurant on the street, I drove to the foot of the Oriental Pearl Tower. Buy a ticket under the tower and sit on the top floor, standing in the highest sightseeing hall in Shanghai, overlooking the entire Shanghai Beach.

I remember that I used to like to come here to see the scenery the most, but every time I didn't come alone, either Sun Xiaoqing accompanied me or Xia Wanyu, or Wang Yingli or Zhang Ling. Now that I have come here alone, looking at the reckless water of the Huangpu River, I feel a little calm. I haven't slept for a long time, I feel a little black in front of my eyes, and I feel a little nauseous in my stomach. I came up and paid more than a hundred tickets, but I didn't need a dime to go down, and I only stayed in this observation hall for less than a minute. Leaving the Oriental Pearl, I looked back at this landmark building in Shanghai, with a smile on my face with some pride, but never complacent.

After going down, I walked around the company, reviewed the documents handed over to me by Liu Jiyang, and then went to Xiao Nan's house to have dinner with the third Xiao Nan. After dinner, I asked the third child to send me back, and after the third child sent me home, before getting off the bus, I said to the third child: "Come and pick me up at seven o'clock tomorrow morning." ”

The third child was stunned, looked at my affirmative eyes, and nodded happily. Looking at the back of me walking into the villa, the third child seemed to see me again who was positive back then-

PS: Steamed buns seem to be cheating again, okay, here's today's update. said that the update of the good man, the steamed bun went to hang. Alas.