The Prosperous Years of Wang Xiaohuo

This year's autumn came earlier than in previous years, as if the footsteps of summer hadn't had time to pass, the breeze has already brought autumn quietly.Neat French plane trees are planted on both sides of the street. The leaves are luxuriant, and they are all green at first glance during the day, but accompanied by the night, the leaves are blown off by the wind, and when picked up in the hands, they are already half dead.

The street lamp stood tall in the gap between the trees, and the bright light that was originally shining through the branches and sprinkled on the ground has become dim.There are many pedestrians on the street, their figures are bright or dark, two or one, standing or walking, passing by Wang Xiaohuo's eyes one by one like flowing waves. He looks at all these things around him blankly, like a lost traveler.

No one knows how long he stood there. Occasionally, passers-by glanced at him suspiciously, but they all stayed away from him and did not dare to approach him too much. After all, it is night now. He was full of doubts and dared not come to ask.

Vehicles kept passing by in the middle of the road, and the lights of the cars reflected each other, hollowing out the dimly lit street time and time again, and also showing Wang Xiaohuo's blank expression time and time again.

The night wind blows gently, and the leaves on the trees are slowly falling. In the air, their bodies are light and spinning, as if they want to use the last moment of their lives to perform the most beautiful dance in their lives.

Maybe it was because of staring at Wang Xiaohuo for a long time, a leaf hovered in the air for a while, then flew to the top of his head playfully, and fell, waking him up from his stupor.

Wang Xiaohuo came back to his senses, touched the top of his head casually, grabbed the leaves, and brought them to his eyes.

The meridians on the leaf surface stand out, and the leaf edge slowly turns yellow inward. Although it has been separated from the branches, the roots of the petioles can still feel a trace of vitality.

"Life." Wang Xiaohuo couldn't help sighing: "It's so short!"

At this moment, the mobile phone in the jacket pocket rang, so he stopped his thoughts, took it out and looked, and it showed "home".

"Hello!" A gentle voice came from the phone as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Xiao Huo, have you finished working overtime?"

"just ended."

"Have you eaten dinner?"

"Busy, didn't take care of it."

"Should I eat it when I get home or eat it out by myself?"

After hesitating for a while, Wang Xiaohuo replied, "Go back and do something casually."

"Then hurry up, I'll make it for you when I get home."

"No need, I'll just order a bowl of noodles myself when I go back."

"Come back, be careful on the road, I'll wait for you!"

He hung up the phone and checked that the time was almost 21 o'clock. He didn't feel it before, but now that he mentioned eating, he realized that he was a little hungry.

"Go home!" He said helplessly to the leaf in his hand, "And it's time for you to find your own belonging."

He raised his hand and threw the leaf vigorously. At this time, a gust of wind blew it and carried it to the distance.

"Fly! Fly as far as you can with your own strength!" Wang Xiaohuo said to himself.

It is just a lie to say that he is working overtime, because he is deeply afraid of one thing, and this thing not only bothers him today, but for a long time, he has tried to avoid it with various reasons. I am escaping, but the final result is always to respond in helplessness, doing one thing every couple will do in helplessness-sex.

Sometimes I think about how ironic this is. It is a normal behavior between a man and a woman, but he is afraid of it, and he would rather work overtime or socialize to escape. The reason is not the relationship between him and his wife. There is no emotion in the room, but apart from the emotion, he has no sexual impulse at all. Whenever he faces his wife's affectionate eyes, he can only pretend to turn a blind eye. The whole process is like completing a job or a task, and in order not to let his unwilling emotions show up, he has to show passion from the beginning to the end. As time goes by, until one day he suddenly feels that living like this is very tiring , so he could only find more reasons to avoid it, but tonight he knew that he couldn't avoid it no matter what.

Yesterday morning, when I was about to leave the house, my wife gave me hinting eyes. He looked around and acted as if he didn’t see him. He called again at night before he was off work. He didn’t say anything clearly on the phone, but the meaning was clearly conveyed. He planned to find a reason. It just so happened that my colleague yelled for a drink and didn't come home until late at night. My wife waited hard and saw him drunk, but she didn't say anything but her face was full of displeasure, and she was not easy to tell. When he fell into bed drunk and pretended to be sleeping with his wife and put a quilt on him, she heard her disappointed sigh in his ears, and his heart was sore at that time, he really wanted to get up and tell her everything, but he held back, He could only bury his head deeply in the quilt to pretend—to hide it forever!

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaohuo couldn't help heaving a long sigh, and the previous feeling of guilt towards his wife was suddenly replaced by deep melancholy.

Walking out of this street, I came to a crossroads, just immersed in my own thoughts, and accidentally rushed towards a bicycle from the left side of my body.

"Let's go!" Accompanied by a burst of crisp car bells, the rider yelled hurriedly.

Seeing that he was about to hit him, Wang Xiaohuo hurriedly took a few steps back.

"You don't have eyes when you walk!" The other party stopped the car in a panic, propped the car on one leg, and cursed angrily.

Under the streetlight, the other party's appearance was a little blurry, but his figure was very burly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Wang Xiaohuo apologized repeatedly.

The other party didn't seem to expect that his attitude would be so modest, but rather embarrassed, he quickly interrupted Wang Xiaohuo and said: "Forget it, I can't blame anyone for the black lights, but be careful when walking in the future. I'm just a bicycle. If it's a bicycle Car, how dangerous was the situation just now?"

Hearing the kindness in the other party's tone, Wang Xiaohuo smiled slightly and said, "That's right, but you should also be careful when riding a bicycle. You ride so fast even though you know the road conditions are bad."

"Hey, I told you that you are still competing with me." The other party laughed twice.

Wang Xiaohuo stepped forward, stretched out his hand and patted the other person's back, and said, "It's midnight, let's not be serious with anyone else."

The other party was stunned for a moment, a little unaccustomed but didn't stop, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Look, the two big men are so petty." After speaking, he pulled his other leg from the car, and stood firm with his hands on the handlebars. , shaking his head, slowly pushed the cart past Wang Xiaohuo.

Just took two steps, turned around and saw Wang Xiaohuo was still standing there motionless, asked curiously: "Aren't you going?"

At this time, he was already under the street lamp. He was over 40 years old, with a slightly fat face and piercing eyes under a pair of thick eyebrows.

Wang Xiaohuo's mind was moved, and he concealed it: "Didn't you remind me to be careful when crossing the road?"

"You..." After holding back for a long time, the other party choked out two words: "Interesting!"

Wang Xiaohuo pursed his lips and smiled: "It's fine if you're not sick."

"I don't think it's much different!" The other party murmured in a low voice, and then exerted strength with his arms, and the bicycle slid forward, and he was already sitting on the seat with only one leg raised.

Wang Xiaohuo stared intently at his back, which was as thick as a mountain, yet elusive.

"Don't be dumb, go home quickly!" The other party left a sentence without looking back.

"Thank you!" Wang Xiaohuo replied in a low voice.

The breath of the other party's body was still kept in the palm of his hand. Although he was just a stranger and only had a few short conversations, Wang Xiaohuo was already very satisfied. Perhaps the effect of extreme desire produced, this accident made him feel extremely excited.At the same time, the long-standing memory buried deep in my heart flooded my mind again.