ex boyfriend's wedding

They approached each other step by step, but they passed by each other in their hearts - "Meeting Again"

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It was almost eight o'clock when Wen Lu returned home. He lived in an old residential area. The street lights in this area were very dark, but the security was very good.

Scattered leaves cut the moonlight, and a desolate figure stretched to a long and slender figure on the ground. Wen Lu walked into the canteen downstairs, took out banknotes, took a pack of cigarettes as usual, and came out.

When did he learn to smoke? Maybe it was when he woke up crying after chasing a figure from countless dreams. No more time for his hugs.

In short, it has been so long that even he himself has forgotten.

There was a figure standing vaguely in the dark corridor, a little fire flickered in the darkness, Wen Lu blew out a beautiful smoke ring with his mouth covered, the idea of ​​going to the classmate reunion was to see him again, nothing to do, just to meet him .

Probably to end a last delusion that has been entangled in my heart for eight years.

Let him have the courage to wave goodbye to these eight years.

Although he knew that he no longer belonged to him.

From now on, the future, forever, will no longer belong to him.

"New tablemate, please take care of me in the future."

"Old classmate, please take care of me in the future."

After eight years, Wen Lu's heart still felt sore and bitter when he heard familiar words again, after cooling down, only endless melancholy remained.But the other party was just out of polite greetings, he shouldn't be too sentimental, this sentence is full of superfluous meaning.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Lu escaped from the previous memories, that was all in the past, and now they have their own lives.

Do not disturb from now on, so that we can all be safe.

Wen Lu warned himself in his heart, put out the cigarette in his hand, took out a piece of green gum from his pocket and chewed it before going upstairs and entering the house.

As soon as the door opened, a girl with two braids ran out of the room: "Dad."

This voice can make Wen Lu forget everything is not good. He bends down and hugs his daughter with a smile, reaches out and strokes her back: "Is Mengmeng obedient at home, and have you finished your homework..."

In order to divert his attention, Wen Lu asked his daughter a lot of questions, Meng Mengru answered, jumped off Wen Lu's lap and ran to the room to take out the homework book for Wen Lu to check.

Mengmeng is already seven years old. I don't know if she looks like him or that person, but her hair looks like him, with curls, and when she takes it out, others can tell that it is his daughter.When Mengmeng was young, Wen Lu could still find something about that person from that little face, but as Mengmeng grew up, he gradually couldn't find it.

It was only later that he found out that he had gradually forgotten that person, so he couldn't see the shadow of that person in his daughter.

After meeting today, the person in the dream became clear. He suddenly discovered that Mengmeng only had a personality very similar to his original one, lively and cheerful.

That's fine, it's the only thought he stole from that person.

In the days to come, at least Mengmeng will accompany him.

"Dad, did you see a lot of friends today?" Wen Lu sat on the sofa holding Mengmeng and began to check the homework. Hearing what his daughter said, he smiled and replied, "Yes, there are a lot of friends."

Mengmeng leaned against him, counted his friends at school with his fingers, and Wen Lu knew many names. Back then, he was afraid that Mengmeng would be bullied at school, so he met many parents to build good relationships.

Mengmeng whispered dozens of names in his ear, and Wen Lu was amazed at his seven-year-old daughter's social skills and adaptability, which were much better than when he was a child.But I only feel a headache about her learning ability, and I don't know who inherited it: "Mengmeng, you copied this word and copied it wrong, and this calculation, come down and do it again."

The difficult ones, the simple ones are easy to make mistakes, which is a typical mistake of that person, and now it has been passed on to his daughter intact, Wen Lu sighed.

At this time, the phone rang, Wen Lu took out the phone and it was a message, Wang Li sent it: "Wen Lu, have you already left? Why don't you wait for me, my God "cry cry cry""

I can already imagine Wang Li's appearance when she said this, almost the same as when she was a student, Wen Lu smiled and dialed the phone: "I have something to do at home, so I'll leave first."

Wang Li replied: "It's all because the old hag in the company oppressed us, making us work overtime every day, overtime, overtime "angry". "

Wen Lu laughed: "There is still a lot of time in the future, let's make another appointment."

Wang Li replied: "Oh, all right!"

Wen Lu put down his phone, watched his daughter doing homework on the table, touched her head, got up, went to close the curtains, and entered the bedroom.

While washing at night, Wen Lu's finger was bleeding, it was a wound made at the party.

Wen Lu didn't know that a wound that was about to heal would bleed again, and even felt a little pain, like thorns, pricking him.

Squatting on the balcony, tearing off the child's band-aid and pasting it, Wen Lu gently pressed on it with his thumb, the piece was hot, and there was a feeling of fullness, which disappeared after a while.

No matter how big the wound is or how many times it bleeds, it will heal slowly over time.

He stretched out his hand to open the curtains, and looked out the window blankly, it was so dark that he didn't know if the party was over now.

Shen Zaitu was helped out of the hotel by Ding Cheng: "Why are you drinking so much tonight, fuck, everyone wants to drink you, you didn't see it."

"Hehe." Although his footsteps were sloppy, his mind was a little clear. He sat on the side of the flower bed with his body propped up, took out his mobile phone and pressed the number: "Look for a driver, find someone to pick me up."

Flicking fingers on the screen indiscriminately, and dialing the phone, a ruthless and mechanical female voice came from inside: "Hello, the phone number you dialed is empty, please check before dialing, hello, the phone number you dialed The number is empty, please check and dial again, hello, the phone number you dialed..."

Ding Cheng smiled and shook his head helplessly, took the phone from Shen Zaitu, and looked down again.

I was stunned for an instant.

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The tail number is so familiar and strange, it is a piece of dusty memory, it was used by someone in the student days, every number is a reminder of that stupid past.

I dare not look back, because the bone erosion pierces my heart.

"Hello, the phone number you dialed is empty, please check it before dialing..." Ding Cheng clenched his cheeks, did not speak, and silently picked up the phone, pretending it was nothing. Same thing happened, redialed the number.

The surrogate driver arrived soon, and when Shen got into the car on the way, he was already sober. He waved goodbye to Ding Cheng, turned on the mobile phone navigation and put it on the bracket, and the driver followed the navigation prompts to find the place easily.

He took out the key to open the anti-theft door. When he left, he forgot to close the window. The cool wind blows through the living room. He reached out to turn on the light. Shen Zaitu threw his coat on the sofa, went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and came out to stand. on the balcony.

It has been a year since I came back to Lincheng, and I seldom have the mood to stand on the balcony to watch the bustling night scene of Lincheng. When I first looked for a house, I also asked an intermediary company at will.

It was only on the third day after he moved in that he realized that Lincheng No. [-] Middle School could be seen from here.

The location is very far away, occupying only a small area of ​​Nuoda Lincheng, if you don't look carefully, you can't see it.

Only the locked position can be seen clearly.

In this case, finally decided to live down.

Over the past year, he has watched with his own eyes the surrounding high-rise buildings rise up, blocking No. [-] Middle School.

After that, the balcony is a redundant place.

And just three days ago, Kou Sijie, an old classmate who used to be in the class, obtained his contact information from nowhere, and said that he wanted to hold a class reunion. Kou Sijie posted a photo of the scene in Moments, and finally drove to the scene.

Shen Zaitu couldn't help smiling, eight years.

Enough can be used to understand a person, can be used to forget a person, forget everything about him, and can also change a person.

Even if we meet again, we can face each other with a smile.

As a complete end to his feelings for him.

It's just, whether it's the end or his personal obsession.

He couldn't tell the difference.

"Wen Lu, long time no see."

After a long time, there was a soft sigh that seemed to be Night Breeze's sigh.

He thought he had no dreams tonight, but it might be because of the alcohol left in his stomach, which made him sleepless.

At three o'clock in the morning, Shen Zaitu got up and turned on the bedside lamp, and almost habitually reached out to touch the drawer.

Pulling it away, I reached in, but found nothing.

In hindsight, it turns out that I quit smoking a few years ago.

Sitting on the bed, he sighed slightly, and suddenly smiled mockingly.

Before the smile reached his eyes, it was gone.

Wen Lu, whether it was eight years ago or eight years later, the most unpromising person seems to have always been me.

Picking up the phone and flipping through it, he finally found a phone number and dialed it hesitantly.

Soon it was connected over there, and Kou Sijie's voice came: "Hello, old Shen."

Shen Zaitu heard the noise on the other side: "Kou Sijie, are you still drinking?"

Kou Sijie came out of the KTV: "We've all changed places, who told you to leave so early, come on, I'll give you the address now."

"No, I just want to ask you something."

"What's the matter?"

Kou Sijie waited for a long time on the other end, until he thought the phone was disconnected, and was about to speak when he heard a voice from the other side:

"Do you have the phone number of Wen Lu, my deskmate in the third year of high school?"