The third option: I am uncle control

The next morning, Xiaolu received a long-distance errand.

It was a small city and needed to be stationed there for a hundred days to assist in the recruitment and training of a local kindergarten.

When boarding the long-distance bus, Xiaolu received a text message from him, asking him to add clothes to keep warm at the right time.

Because several colleagues were traveling with him, Xiaolu did not let him see him off at the station.

I can look younger.When it comes to seeing off, the uncle said.

The path still does not give way.

Then why, afraid of crying?

Nor is it.

Why don't you let me send you?

Maybe this business trip is good for you and me. We need to be separated for a while so that I can miss you more.

After finishing speaking, Xiaolu's tears fell down, really like a child.

you cry.

See, that's why I won't let you send it.

On the second day after Xiaolu arrived in that small town, there were snowflakes in the sky.There were mountains and much cleaner air, but he found himself liking none of it.

The partner went to pick up the station, and a van took him and his colleagues to the residence. It was their own guest house, with a two-star standard and poor management, so everyone could have a separate room.

A gray-toned single room, no well-laid wallpaper, dried yellow glue on the wall, and an old red polypropylene carpet.But these are not important.

I went to buy a local mobile phone card with my colleagues, and sent the first text message to him, and the second text message to my father.

I regret.When Xiaolu sent it to him, he said, think about it now, it would be great if you could come and see me off.

I went to see you off, but didn't let you see me.Uncle replied.

Holding the mobile phone, Xiaolu was tearful in the single room with no lights on.

I'm in a dilemma.When I am alone, I am very strong, because one person is everything; with you, I become thin, and when you are not around, I am only half.

How long have we been together.the uncle asked.

Almost a hundred days.

Together for a hundred days, and then separated for a hundred days.God is the best screenwriter, you have to study hard like his old man.

Facing that message, Xiaolu smiled.

I will work hard here, sadness is an inevitable stage.It's just that this kind of experience has never been done before.

Believe that you will be better soon, I know you, you know.Be the original villain, I like you the most.

After sending this short message, the uncle put down his phone and looked back at an empty window in the building opposite.

For a while, no one there will look at him anymore.

On the rest day, the uncle went to the commercial center to purchase.It was one of his least favorite occasions, with dense crowds, mixed smells, complicated brain waves, ubiquitous cameras monitoring the quality of people, dirty air and the temptation of messy goods, making people lose their freedom.

There are always a few things in his basket, wet wipes for cleaning the room and body, colorless and odorless disinfectant, nutrient juice for watering bamboo, imported toothpaste and laundry detergent, super concentrated mouthwash, and bamboo cotton swabs.The lone middle-aged man walking slowly in the foreign trade shop, with meticulous leather shoes, black jeans, and dark wool suit with crocodile skin pattern, has a calm complexion, attracting the eyes of girls or girls from time to time.

Check on the kid's place every two weeks.Before leaving, Xiaolu left him the spare key, so he could check the water and electricity of the house regularly, and he checked and cleaned it carefully every time.Open that door, there is only the silence of leaving.The child's things are indeed old, but they are all unusually clean. Putting them together has a special language and charm.

He brushed the dust from each pair of shoes for him, cleaned the snow outside the window sill, and wiped the floor with bare feet.Then he stayed alone in the middle of the floor, looking around at the empty room, and stood there thinking for a while.

He stood in front of that window, the binoculars on the sill showing a kind of unscrupulousness.From here, you can clearly see everything in your room.How many nights, he stared at himself here, and then on the table next to him, he opened the computer and talked with himself.

He played with the binoculars carefully, the level of professionalism is quite good, there are no fingerprints on the lens, try it on your eyes, and you can see the scenery on your bed at a glance.

When the five fingers disappeared in the house, he returned to his residence.

The white socks that are almost pure are always faded out, and it seems that they will always be new leather shoes. The shells and labels in the daytime are put away one by one. On a winter evening when there is no sunset, I take a shower and change into home clothes. I finish dinner silently by myself, watching the TV The program is locked on the news channel, intentionally or unintentionally passing through most of the information that has nothing to do with the life around us, eating in silence and washing the dishes.Organize work affairs at the small table in the bedroom, A4 printing paper with silver paper clips, black gray and dark blue file folders, electronic documents with transparent glass interface.Finally, he sat in the Zen room, stepped on the tatami with clean feet, lit a piece of sandalwood, lay there, thinking about all the jokes he had made, and looked at the ceiling.

For a few days, I just fell asleep in the meditation room, and it was early morning when I woke up.The home clothes exude the warm fragrance of the body, and the air is quiet.

In the first dream of the new year, he saw her ten years ago, still so peaceful and beautiful.Put your hands on his knees, feeling warm.She just looked at herself with a smile, as if she didn't have any information to convey.

This was the last time his ex-wife appeared in his dreams.