After the dinner, Ding Xiuming said that he had other things, Wang Ming opened the door for Ding very well, closed the door and said:

The eldest brother and the younger brother live in the Taowang Villa District of Changning District, one building and one unit, waiting for the eldest brother at any time. Ding Xiuming didn't say anything, just nodded. said that he knew, and separated at the door of the restaurant, and Wang Ming sent three or two back to his residence.

: Do you live here? Is this where people live? Sanliang's face was slightly embarrassed, red like a ripe shrimp.

: Why isn't it inhabited by people? Am I not human?

I got out of the car and slammed the door, and then I entered the room without even saying hello. Wang Ming just said in his heart when he closed the door in three or two

: You will leave here soon, some women are so lucky, they can get nothing without paying, whether it is Ding Xiuming or Liu Yi, the love that Sanliang brings will always be amorous.

In the room, Sanduo was preparing things, Sanduo walked in and saw it, his nose began to sour, Sanduo was preparing his school supplies, bought a good-looking bag, and some notebooks, all of which were related to studying.

She began to prepare everything like a child about to leave home for school, and then sat down in twos and threes, touching her school bag, feeling a sense of loss.

Sanduo saw her sister coming back from work, and began to count the pearls and began to say what she bought. Then he sat on the bed and took Sanliang's hand and said, "Sister, I cherish this opportunity, I still remember the first time I came to this city, I thought I would never have the opportunity to study again?" ”。

: So what school do you want to go to?

: You can do anything, sister, as you said, let's start with accounting.

: Well, what else is missing that you haven't bought? In two days, my sister's company will have a holiday, and I will accompany you to choose again.

: It's almost the same, sister, so if I go to school, will you miss me?

: Of course you will, but you have to promise your sister that you must work hard not to waste this opportunity.

: I will definitely cherish it, by the way, sister, when will I leave? Are you connected?

Sanliang suddenly didn't know how to answer? I thought that although Ding Xiuming promised to help him, this was not 100% certain, and he was still communicating further with the school he contacted not long ago, and he couldn't rely on others.

But he still said to Sanduo with a sincere face:

It's coming, it's coming, you don't want to spend the New Year with me?

: Oh no, I'm just a little impatient.

The conversation between the two sisters disappeared into the fireworks of the New Year.

After eating that night, Ding Xiuming made an excuse to reject Wang Ming's proposal, although he was not a gentleman, but he still had the least pursuit, and he disdained that kind of scene in the dust.

I got into my car, my head was a little dizzy, I turned on the music on the car, and the melodious "Eternal Covenant" sounded in the deep winter night, a little stuffy, my face was hot, my heart was beating faster, and I had not had this feeling of being slightly drunk for a long time.

On such a night, he really wanted to crush the girl named Sanliang and put it in his arms, Ding Xiuming rolled down the car window, the cold wind was biting into the car, he began to wake up again, the noise outside the car window was immediately incompatible with the music in the car, he turned off the music, lit a cigarette, and inhaled the cigarette in his lungs like he once said to his beloved girl, "I can't ask for it, I can't give it up"

In the quiet and solemn night, by the Huangpu River, the drunkenness of alcohol mixed with cigarettes floated out of an Audi car, and then a pair of bony fingers held a cigarette butt out of the window, "lying down" fell, the fire core was extinguished little by little, and then the car started and disappeared.

When he got home, Ding Xiuming put down his bag, his body fell into the old sofa, his wife was knocking melon seeds on the side, watching the vulgar youth soap opera, and the light in his daughter's room was still on. But he didn't want to move his legs, and then he put his hands on his face and said to his wife next to him:

Go get me a hot towel.

The wife got up, put down the melon seeds in her hand, and then looked at the TV with her eyes:

How? Socializing again? Drunk high? What's going on this weekend?

There was only the sound of a TV series coming from the living room, and she wrung a hot towel, walked into the living room, and handed it to him

:How? Isn't it too uncomfortable? Would you like to make some honey water?

: It's okay, I'll go to sleep first.

: It's 20 today, you don't wash and sleep again? Ding Xiuming, who had just walked to the bedroom door, remembered that today was the time to hand in his homework.

Turned around and went into the bathroom, under the impact of hot water, a layer of white mist rose on the mirror, revealing a blurry mirror, Ding Xiuming looked at himself, brushed his wet hair, and said to himself: Are you old?

I only shoot one person's sycophant, and everyone is patting Ding Xiuming's sycophant. He has become accustomed to everyone singing hymns - "young and promising", "promising", "young and talented". After listening a lot, Ding Xiuming maintained the feeling of standing in his thirties, both in consciousness and mood.

In Ding Xiuming's eyes, 30 years old is a wonderful age, with aggressiveness and physical strength, his brain is not so simple, and his ideology is open and mature. Although he is 42 years old this year, he stubbornly thinks that he is only in his early thirties. But in the eyes of the young Sanliang, he was already old, and halfway through the wash, Ding Xiuming was infinitely sad. Yes, you're still in your prime, and I'm dying! How helpless.

Ding Xiuming's heart was filled with a familiar impulse that he had before, and his blood was boiling like a hairy young man. These days, from the first day he saw Santael, he was always the ordinary little girl in front of him. She is so ordinary, she can't talk about her appearance, her hair is clear soup and noodles, and she doesn't apply powder, but she doesn't know where it is, which kind of demeanor actually touches her heart so much.

Maybe it's the kind of sleepwalking look that can get into your fairy tale world at any time, and the simple eyes like half moon.

He patted his damp hair and imagined that those bright eyes would one day be crystal clear, and warm and wet tears would flow out just for him. "She'll be mine. One day she will know how young I am!" Ding Xiuming secretly made up his mind in the mirror.