Xinhua Road

"Who gave you the dragon fruit yesterday?" Jing Jing went to the office and asked me.

"A customer, what's wrong?"

"Do you think he looks like Xiao Mo?"

I was shocked, maybe her words hit the question I had been avoiding subconsciously, so I fell silent.Xiao Mo's voice and smile appeared in front of my gradually blurred eyes, that person who was gone forever, was once so unforgettable in the depths of my soul.Thinking about his appearance gradually merged with the dream.

It was only then that I realized with horror that Meng's extreme familiarity with me came from the fact that I had tried my best to avoid. He was indeed very similar to Xiao Mo, with the same height, the same hairstyle, and the same face shape, the only difference What is thought.

I knew that if I continued to indulge in this way, I would have to endure another unbearable pain, so I took the initiative to send a message to Meng.

Me: "I talked about you with my colleagues early this morning, and what I said shocked me."

Dream: "What words?"

Me: "Until now I have to admit that you are very similar to my ex, and that sense of familiarity comes from him. Although I try my best to avoid it and don't want to think about it, my instinct makes my heart draw you closer."

Dream: "It turns out that the so-called like a colleague is your cover-up, like your ex is the most fundamental reason, if you are close to me because of me, I am very happy to have you as a friend, if you just use me as a substitute To be your emotional consolation, I have nothing to say."

Me: "I'm sorry, I will try my best to adjust my mentality and treat you as an ordinary friend. I just hope that you can stay quietly in WeChat?"

Dream: "Are you going to beat me into [-]/[-] again?"

Me: "If you have no grievances or enmity, why should you be classified as one in four thousand? I just want to adjust my mentality."

Dream: "Why do you need to adjust?"

I don't know why I have to adjust, I just feel that my heart is full of melancholy, and there are countless entanglements.

This day the dream is very quiet, but my heart can no longer be peaceful.

It was not until the night that I received a message from my dream: You answer me honestly, do you regard me as a substitute for your ex?In the evening, my mind has become clear, without the trance of the day, I thought about it carefully, although I felt a little familiar inexplicably, but from the heart, it was not entirely because of Xiao Mo.After all, Xiao Mo doesn't have his delicate thoughts, he always ignores me, and the scars and holes that he ignores me are full of scars, but he is so calm and calm to a place that I can never find again.

I try my best to explain, but no matter how I explain, the dream seems to be a little angry, and even used words for me, such as Mingxiu plank road and dark Chencang. I saw those two idioms and knew the source came from "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", but I still remembered Where did I read a story that used to describe a woman who had an affair, and I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and asked him: What should I tell you so that you will believe it?

"Who told you to go back on your word."

"I apologize."

"Not sincere."

"Can you eat hot pot to make up for it? Go to Jingdingxiang."

"No, go to Xiaolongkan."

I gritted my teeth and secretly cursed a profiteer. The hot pot in Xiaolongkan is more expensive than that in Jingdingxiang, but I still agreed against my will. This is the price of being wronged.

The next day, I worked hard to make money by posting advertisements, and I made money for a hot pot meal in the morning, but the dream still did not appear until nearly eleven o'clock at night.I was inexplicably anxious again. I watched a "Cinderella" movie. When the movie was about to end, the dream still didn't come. It seems that I have revisited the sadness many years ago. I thought I could bear the lonely ending that would come sooner or later, but I still found that there was no other way but to cry in pain.Just after I vented more than half of my sadness, Meng sent a message: Are you asleep?

I wiped the tears from my face, feeling extremely ridiculous.

In the middle of the night wrote a poem:

"one day"

you are my day

Rudai's memory silent thoughts

Wandering in the vicissitudes of life on the boat of time

half old time, half old mind

Under Hong Chen's pen, a boundless oath is engraved

You are my apricot blossom rain for a day

The stunning temperature infiltrates the fields

in the blurred years

Curtain after curtain of dreams

Thousands of sails are exhausted, waiting for the bright moon to come into my arms

Fold a wisp of smoke and rain, write a long lovesickness

You are my silent day waiting

Poetic encounter, frustrated parting

prosperous

your back is picturesque

Mottled in tomorrow without me

From now on you are my past for many years

I am your inadvertent drop.