Rainy days always bring long-term nostalgia.

It was drizzling on this day, and it was the most affectionate kind of rain in Liu Yiyi's heart. After the market closed, all colleagues left, and Liu Yiyi sat in front of the window, enjoying the loneliness in the rain. It feels good, it's also a temptation. She looked at the river scenery in the rain in the distance, and the sound of the sound that seemed to be there and nothing, from far to near, from near to far, made her feel a kind of warmth. Somehow, suddenly, she remembered Xia Weikai, who was an agile and vigorous figure on the basketball court, vivid and vivid. The images in my memory jumped up one by one: both of them stuffing bananas into each other's mouths, each stepping on a pair of roller skates and going shopping hand in hand, he was riding the sports bike, he was standing in the back seat and holding his shoulder, the TV and mirror of the Little Yiren Hotel...... Thinking of Xiao Yiren, Liu Yiyi's heart wandered leisurely, she realized the signals sent by her body, clear and blurry, like a soft creature squirming in a certain part, squirming, very gentle, and very persistent. She wanted to escape, but she couldn't, so she indulged herself and sank into a shy reverie. The figure is like a statue in the distance in the smoke and rain, standing persistently in the depths of memory. Memories are real, but reality is like dreams. After all these years, if his principles were not so firm back then, or if he compromised himself when he looked back, how would things have developed? If he is developed, then there is no doubt that he cannot only guard himself. What if he's lucky to be mediocre? Still not sure. Should I have gambled back then? Liu Yiyi couldn't answer herself, and she also knew that there was no point in answering, and the years would not be reversed. The breeze blew into the house, turning the pages of the "Bosom Friend" magazine on the table, making a soft rustling sound, reminding the memories that seemed to be a lifetime away. Liu Yiyi seemed to feel that this was a day in her college days, sitting alone in front of the dormitory window, enjoying the loneliness in the rain. How fast, how sentimental, seven years of graduation seems to be an endless period of time, and it has passed. We must grasp life, we must be worthy of ourselves, and it is not too late to realize. But what about the money, where is the money? How can you live without money? Liu Yiyi didn't expect that she would think about such a realistic problem in the face of this drizzle. The word "vulgar" flashed in her heart, and she felt that vulgarity was not so bad, life was in those small places, how to fly her thoughts, and finally she had to fall to these places. She forgave herself.

When she got home, Liu Yiyi asked Song Xusheng: "You have been with Yan Fulin for so long, when will you see results?" Song Xusheng said: "Small results are a little bit every month, and big results are probably three years." Liu Yiyi said: "Oh my God, three years! I've been old for three years. Song Xusheng said: "It's more difficult to get a product out than having a child, and three years is the shortest." I can't devote myself to it, so I have to deal with the affairs of the unit. The two college students I brought with me were fledgling and not so effective. Liu Yiyi said: "Let's let our family live a life of a little bit of thought!" Song Xusheng was so anxious that he walked around the room and said, "What should I do?" Alas, what to do? Liu Yiyi looked at his demeanor, and couldn't help but smile and said: "Seeing that you are sweating out, this is still me, you are so embarrassed when you see the leader, what should I do?" Song Xusheng said: "When I see them, I am not afraid of boiling water." And he said, "Alas, what shall we do?" Why don't I retire and work 48 hours a day, and I still can't do something? Liu Yiyi saw that he was in such a hurry, and she also felt a sense of relief in her heart. She said, "I said the same thing, and I'm glad you could think about it in your heart." Song Xusheng said: "It's not okay to think about it, you have to see action, otherwise it's in vain to think about it." He also said, "Action is not enough, but it must be effective, otherwise action will be in vain." After discussing for a long time, Liu Yiyi still did not agree with his resignation, so he could only do it in the evening or on weekends. She said: "I don't want to marry a self-employed person, one day he makes a mistake, and I can't find his leader." Song Xusheng pressed his right index finger to his nose and said, "Will he make a mistake?" Liu Yiyi said: "You are not qualified to make political mistakes, you have no chance to make economic mistakes, and who dares to say other mistakes?" He looked at him for a while and said, "This is a man, isn't it?" Yes. Yes, you can't rest assured! Song Xusheng said: "How can I be so relieved? Liu Yiyi said: "Are you so relieved of yourself? It's not like you haven't made mistakes. Song Xusheng said: "Everyone has made mistakes. Liu Yiyi immediately sank her face. This is her forbidden area and cannot be touched. Song Xusheng panicked and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to talk about this, but you forced me to talk about it." Liu Yiyi said: "That is, I am holding a knife in my left hand and a gun in my right hand, forcing you, you can't do it if you don't talk about it, right?" Song Xusheng said: "Don't be so sensitive, everyone has made mistakes." Immediately, he slapped his mouth with his palm and said, "I made a mistake again, I made a mistake again!" Liu Yiyi turned around, picked up the blanket and went to the living room. Song Xusheng followed behind and said, "I was wrong, okay?" Even if I'm wrong. Liu Yiyi lay down on the sofa and covered her head with a blanket. Song Xusheng stood in front of the sofa and said, "Even if I'm wrong, okay?" The past is gone. Liu Yiyi was determined to give him a kind of punishment, covering his head and not saying a word. Song Xusheng came to pull the blanket, but she snatched it back again, still covering his head. After repeating it several times, Song Xusheng sighed and went back to the bedroom.

Liu Yiyi noticed that there was no sound, listened carefully for a while, uncovered the corner of the blanket, and found that Song Xusheng was not around. He didn't stand here and keep making amends, he dared to go! Liu Yiyi wanted to be angry, but she couldn't think of a way to express her anger, she couldn't be like when she was a child, she slammed the table and chair when she was angry and no one ignored her, it was too pediatric. She slept there, thinking of Qin Yixing and Xia Weikai, they would definitely keep saying good things until they were relieved. I remembered the past, and the pictures flashed back in front of my eyes. She thought, she has so many memories, how can she be innocent? Without innocence, how can there be true love? Without true love, where does family affection begin? Without family affection, where will I take refuge in my life? Will I become a rootless person, living alone in this world? Where else can a woman find her roots other than going home? She experienced that tragic prospect. Some girls are crazy and romantic before marriage, but after marriage, they can deal with the problems in front of them rationally with a grim sense of reality, and successfully establish an illusory romantic relationship. This requires cold and cruel concentration, but you can't do it yourself, you have to perform passionately without enthusiasm, it's too cruel to yourself. How many men and women can perform in this world! As long as you keep performing, you will make the fake come true. The enemy of marriage is not concerned about the other party's past, and the jealous imagination is always temporary, but those lingering memories, memories are always warm, even painful memories float with a warm atmosphere. She remembered how many times she had waited all day in Kangding, a cup of soy milk in the morning, a pack of instant noodles at noon, and waited with gritted teeth and hatred. Qin Yixing came in the evening and wanted to ask him to take him out for dinner, but as soon as he entered the door, he took off her and himself, and said while taking off: "I'll just take this time, this time." To this day, the hateful waiting has also become a warm memory, just like his father, who suffered a lot because of his bad background in "**", and to this day hum and listen to songs, only love to hum and listen to "**" songs, like drunk. Thirty years have passed, and the infatuation has not changed. That's a memory of my youth!

"What is past is gone." This is one of the greatest hopes when two people come together, but also the biggest fantasy and even a hoax. Song Xusheng thinks so, he thinks so too, how many men and women in the world think like this. Is it really in the past? No. My father remembered the "**" for decades, and one of his own relationships, did it pass in a few months? No. This makes marriage simply a show, a lie, a hoax. People only look at the form, but they don't think about the lie. Is your marriage a passion from your heart? No. It is the result of the pressure of time. It's time, it's not okay not to get married. Reality can influence the direction of things more than emotions, but there is no power to change the state of emotions, and every flaw of the other party is a reason for nostalgia. It's scary and sad, it's not the horror and sorrow of your own.

During meditation, Liu Yiyi suddenly had an irresistible desire to send a message to Qin Yixing. The mobile phone was in the bedroom, and when I got to the bedroom, I saw Song Xusheng lying on the bed reading a book, so I pretended to find a book and said, "What about the "Investment Evaluation"? Song Xusheng said: "I don't know." He put down the book, looked at her, and then went back to the book. Liu Yiyi thought, if you can do it, then don't blame me for doing it. She quietly picked up her mobile phone, put a book on it, returned to the sofa, opened the book to cover it, and sent a message to Qin Yixing, telling him that she and Song Xusheng had a quarrel and exaggerated the extent of the quarrel. Qin Yixing replied that it was not easy for two people to come together, and they had to be considerate of each other. Liu Yiyi was very disappointed, he actually told himself a big reason. She hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but post again: "What I need is not a big reason." Qin Yixing wrote back and said: "The reason why the Great Truth can become the Great Truth is because it is correct for everyone. Liu Yiyi said: "I can't swallow it." Qin Yixing said: "When a woman gets married, she has to admit it, and she can't say that she can't swallow it at every turn." Liu Yiyi read the three pieces of information one by one, and her heart was cold, cold. What Qin Yixing said was right, but this pair made people unable to swallow it. He doesn't need himself anymore, and he can't be as arrogant as before. These are all facts, but they are also hard to swallow. But she also knew that if she couldn't swallow it, she had to swallow it, and she had to fight wits and courage with Song Xusheng, so she had no choice. It's going to be a marathon war.

In frustration, Liu Yiyi focused all his resentment on Song Xusheng, he dared to be so indifferent to himself! Thinking of the battle of wits and courage, she suddenly had an inspiration, smiled lightly, turned on the TV, and turned the volume up very loudly, which could be heard in several rooms before and after. Song Xusheng immediately ran out and said, "Little grandma! It's past eleven o'clock, this is our unit! "Pick up the remote and turn off the TV. Liu Yiyi said: "You just call me grandma." He jumped off the sofa and grabbed the remote control and said, "I don't have any other rights, and I don't have the right to watch TV!" Song Xusheng hugged her and said, "Please, please." Liu Yiyi said: "What are you doing with your grandmother!" "Twisted around to grab the remote control. Song Xusheng picked her up and went to the bedroom and said, "Please, count me wrong, can't you count me wrong?" Liu Yiyi kicked her legs in the air and said, "Let go, what qualifications do you have to hold me!" Song Xusheng smiled and said, "I'm not qualified for anyone!" Liu Yiyi lay on the bed panting and turned her back to Song Xusheng. When the lights were turned off, she remembered that the information on her mobile phone had not been deleted, would Song Xusheng read the information on it while she was asleep? She got out of bed, touched her phone, pretended to go to the toilet, read the messages again, sighed, and deleted them hatefully.