Love is like a dream

On Saturday afternoon, I was writing something at home. I picked up my phone and took a look. I found several WeChat messages from the company group, reminding everyone to celebrate Xiaoan’s birthday at Melody KTV at 7pm.Xiao An is a new colleague in the technical department. When he came, I had been in the company for half a year, and I had a good impression of him. Xiao An is much quieter than a boy, and he looks clean. I heard him before. I said that he also likes to write prose and poems. I was quite surprised. In this era, few boys like these things. Most of them spread their blood and youth in LOL.

Just two months ago, Xiaoan invited me to dinner, saying that he wanted to chat with me about prose and poetry, because I wrote a lot of prose and a few poems during college, I don’t know how he knew about it Yes, I said that I like what I wrote, but in fact I don’t want to eat alone with him. , simply don't give this misunderstanding a chance to happen, it's good for everyone.

But I still couldn't bear the sincerity of this quiet little boy's face and such a humble newcomer's attitude. I thought to myself, if there are other things to be dealt with temporarily, it's just a meal.After work, I went with him to a western restaurant near the company. This Xiaoan was very cute, and he blushed like a girl when he spoke. He showed me some prose and poems he wrote. I really didn’t expect this boy The emotions and thoughts are so delicate, and the words can be written so tenderly and affectionately.

We chatted very happily. After dinner, around 09:30 in the evening, after paying the bill, I saw him sitting at the table and still looking at me, so I urged him: "Let's go. What are you in a daze for?"

Xiao An: "Mo...Molly, I, I...I..."

I saw that his face was as red as a piece of cloth, and I immediately guessed what he was going to say. Sure enough, boys invite girls to dinner for other purposes, even for a seemingly innocent and quiet boy like him.

Me: "Don't talk about it, we are just colleagues, or we can be friends who talk about writing in private, but it can't be anything else, please understand."

I could clearly see the disappointment and frustration on Xiaoan's face. After saying this, we didn't speak again. In this mood, we walked outside the restaurant.

Xiao An: "It's so late, may I take you back?"

Me: "Thank you, no need, I'll be there in a few stops by bus..."

Xiaoan: "Can you think about it, give me a chance?"

I can not."

After that day passed, Xiaoan didn't say anything more to me. Now that I recalled the incident two months ago, I remembered that when I chatted with her on LINE yesterday, she said that I was unfeeling. Sure enough, I was A heartless person.From that day on, Xiaoan became even more bored, and he stopped talking to me about prose and poetry. I think he hated me for rejecting me so simply that there was no room for maneuver.

Now when I saw the WeChat in the company group, I also remembered that Xiaoan had sent it once on Friday, this time to remind everyone not to forget to go. sent a message.

Xiaoan: It's my birthday, you must go.

I didn't know how to reply for a while, after all, we are colleagues, so it's normal to celebrate together on birthdays.What's more, so many people together, so what?

After hesitating for a moment, I replied: OK.

Since I was going to prepare a birthday present, I just bought a pen a few days ago. I originally planned to give it to my cousin who will have her birthday next month as a gift. The pen should also be suitable for boys, so I decided to give it to him first, and then It's too late to buy one for my cousin.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, about a dozen colleagues arrived at Melody, and we ordered a big bag. In fact, I don't like this kind of party, because singing K is just a kind of vent for most people, not so much singing It's more like roaring, which makes people's ears buzz and their head hurts.

But there are very few who can sing well or passable. I have always suspected that I have noise mania, that is, in such a dense and dark space, I have to be constantly stimulated by those noises. I would want to get angry. If I can’t sing well, I can sing slowly. If I can’t sing, I can just listen to the original song. What’s the matter if I have to shout out the microphone?My own singing skills are also very average, but I have never yelled. It is scary in front of so many people, like a neuropathy.If you just want to vent yourself, it would be great to yell at home.

A group of people have already started to drink beer and howl like ghosts and wolves. By the way, I don't like the way of drinking like drinking water. It's more rude than bold and has no aesthetic feeling.Just when I was so stimulated by the noise that I wanted to go mad and rush out the door, a touching and soulful song came out, and everyone was suddenly quiet.

If it wasn't for loving you

How can it be late at night and still not sleepy

every thought is about you

I miss you miss you so much...

This song couldn't be more familiar, Karen Mok's "Cloudy Sky", my beloved goddess has also sung it, it is extremely moving.I also really want to have the opportunity to sing to my goddess in person.

I turned my head and looked. It turned out to be Xiao An. I didn't expect him to sing a girl's song so affectionately and tastefully. Frankly speaking, he sang better than me.

Finally, there was someone who stopped screaming, so I sat down and closed my eyes quietly to hear him finish singing the song. Suddenly, I felt something was wrong with the atmosphere. The whole room was surprisingly quiet, even the beeping bell The voice was gone, and as the singing sound got closer and closer to me, I opened my eyes and almost sat on the ground in fright.

Xiaoan actually walked up to me in front of a dozen colleagues and sang to me so affectionately, her eyes were shining with bright light and wet mist.

love is a torture

But I can't bear to give up like this

keep testing your heart

Can I have my name...

My scalp exploded immediately, I stood up, opened the door and ran out quickly.I don't know what happened to Xiao An and the others in the box, and I don't want to know.

Later, a female colleague came to the bathroom and pulled me back, telling me that Xiao An was crying in the box. I was at a loss, should I ignore it, or go back and persuade him?At that time, I really wanted to go out and take a taxi and go home directly. I didn't like such a high-profile and aggressive way, and I didn't like to deal with such a scene.That's how I see black and white, likes and dislikes.

But a female colleague told me that this was inappropriate. After all, Xiaoan was because of me, so I went back to the box. Xiaoan asked straight away: "I just want to know, why did you reject me?"

Me: "Sorry, I have someone in my heart."

I clearly saw the despair in his eyes, I thought he would give up, but I didn't expect him to say another word that made me suddenly want to get angry.

He: "It's okay, as long as you are not married, I have a chance."

I didn't know what to say about my mood at the time, the scene was awkward for a while, I didn't expect this seemingly quiet boy, so stubborn, to suddenly say cruelly: "No chance."

After speaking, he no longer wanted to stay in this dull and depressing private room, so he went out and took a taxi back home.