phone lover

An Yuan has not called the other party for two months.

He turned on the phone, looked at the dense "disconnected" in the call log, and put his finger on the dial button again.

On the phone, the female voice was still mechanical, repeating "The number you dialed has been turned off", and the two English letters on the screen were bright and cold.

An Yuan hung up the phone after listening to "Please call later" for 1 minute.He opened the drawer of the desk and took out a mobile phone recharge card, scratched the password area with a coin, then called the recharge center and entered the number he knew by heart.

An Yuan admitted that he was a little afraid of losing contact with the other party.

Although at first it was just because of a misunderstanding that wasn't really beautiful.

That day An Yuan drank alone as usual, he was used to sitting on the balcony that was not closed, drinking by himself facing the moon.But that day was very cloudy and there was no moon.

An Yuan drank, feeling that his gaze had nowhere to rest.After thinking about it, he simply brought his computer and had a drink while surfing the Internet.He's not really a drinker, but since he knew that Song Zhifei was studying wine abroad, he also started looking for some wine to drink, but he still didn't understand what he was talking about. He was only recommended by Lin Li's wine business friend. .

That man is also very good at doing business. Since I accidentally said that this red wine tastes dry, I still don’t feel comfortable drinking it. The next time I see him next time, I will give him a half-dry red one. It is this red wine. There are also several types. The taste of dry red is sour. It is normal for Chinese people not to drink it. There are many types of wine, so don’t stick to one type of dry red. Try a semi-dry one, which has a different flavor.

Since then, Anyuan has started the process of tasting herbs just like Shennong. Unfortunately, he has no transparent stomach and no right to name them. He just drinks but doesn't know the name.The man had said it too, but unfortunately he couldn't remember it because it was too wordy.

The wine this time is very suitable for Anyuan's taste. It is sweet and refreshing, with only a hint of sourness, but not harsh on the mouth. The most wonderful thing is that the slight bubbles enrich the taste.

This is a bit like Song Zhifei, everything is just right, maybe not the best, but it suits him.An Yuan looked up at the dark night sky, there were no stars, no moon, and no wind, thinking that today might be another sleepless night.

He is a little irritable today.

Things in the company were not going well. He came to this city from high school and wanted to escape every night, but he had to plant his heels.

He studied hard when he was a student, and worked hard when he was a staff member. Finally, he seized the opportunity before he turned 30 and started a small company by himself. Although the income is not much, it is still busy enough. When it comes to pointing out Jiangshan like a big boss, the boss of small workshops everywhere in Jiangzhou can only do it himself.

There was actually a lot of drinking at the luncheon. Party A was actually my high school classmate. Although he was just an assistant, he could tell he was enjoying himself.The scene at the wine table is naturally exchanging glasses and exchanging glasses to praise each other. It was already considered a certainty, but because of such a classmate relationship, the discussion went more smoothly.An Yuan should have ended the banquet with satisfaction and satisfaction, and a good night's sleep in the afternoon was his reward for attracting new business for the company.But that old classmate mentioned Song Zhifei at the meeting, saying that he had finished his studies in France and returned to China.

An Yuan forgot to drink the wine when he heard it. He said, "How did you know about this? Do you still keep in touch?"

The classmate said: "Of course I read what he said in the alumni group. Didn't you see it? You must have blocked the group for a long time, no wonder I haven't seen you talk."

An Yuan was a little embarrassed. He said that he didn't join the group. Who asked him to add it last time. He lost his QQ, so he didn't get added.

An Yuan lied so much that he blushed a little. Fortunately, everyone drank a lot, so their faces were already red.

Who would specifically tell him to join the alumni group?Anyuan has always been an outlier among the group of locals. There are very few classmates who are willing to talk to him in school, and Anyuan himself is irritable and eccentric and doesn’t like to communicate with others. How can there be anyone who misses him and contacts him after graduation? .

The old classmate did not question An Yuan's words, but said: "It's not easy, you tell me the number, I will use the computer to pull you into the group, which is full of people you know, we also said to find a time When everyone gets together, it is also when we were young that we have been classmates for a few years.”

The old classmate mentioned that in high school and after drinking, he couldn't help talking a lot, eloquently, and took An Yuan to recall together during the period.But An Yuan didn't remember the things he said, and even didn't know many of them at all.

An Yuan has been graduating for more than ten years. He thought that he had already forgotten the humble unhappiness brought about by history and his own reasons when he was young, but now that he has been seduced again, his mood suddenly became so bad.

The wine table is also a job, and An Yuan still knows this, so he can only accompany his old classmates with a forced smile, or more precisely, accompany Party A to tell the story of the year.

But at the end of the song, Anyuan returned to the company and sat at his desk, but the sad mood still lingered, he gave up the plan to sleep, he was afraid that thinking about it before would make him unable to fall asleep, and he was also afraid When he fell asleep, he would dream of the past. He no longer wanted to experience the feeling of being excluded, ignored, and indifferent. He felt that enough was enough. In those three years, he had had enough.

Anyuan paralyzes himself with work, a lot of concentrated and meticulous work.The last employee also left, and he still worked overtime for himself.After ordering the last save, An Yuan resented for the first time that his company was so small, with only this little work, he had to go home to face the empty night.

The webpage was opened and closed, and the wine drank and drank again, but Anyuan didn't feel sleepy.

He felt that he was terribly bored, and looking back on his past life, there seemed to be nothing very happy about it.

I was poor when I was young, stupid when I was young, paranoid when I was young, different from ordinary people's sexuality, feelings that I can't get what I want, and there are too many problems of my own, none of which have been solved.

He tapped the mouse unconsciously, listening to the clicking sound.He thought, what a failure, and it didn't take long for him to be thirty, but obviously he couldn't stand up anymore.

The ding-dong sound from the webpage pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked at the words in the chat room on the screen and felt that he really needed to chat.Looking at the names of each room, he felt that they were all quite boring: life perception, love code, friendship world, golden years, youth, flower season and rainy season... An Yuan felt that none of them seemed suitable for him.When he was about to close the page at this point, he saw a room that said "between the same sex".

An Yuan thought, this should be the meaning he understood, right?

When he clicked in, An Yuan was taken aback by the scrolling messages on the public screen.

He thought there was such a place?Flesh is transformed into data, and desire is transformed into words.

The long list of IDs on the split screen on the right is also very exciting, telling their own requirements concisely.The messages on the private screen are also one after another, back and forth, but it's just: video?Voice?phone?text? 419?

An Yuan felt that this place was ridiculous.

He thinks it is normal for people to have sexual desire, it is not shameful, and there is no need for psychological burden.He even thought 419 was understandable, but he couldn't understand it any other way.

What is this?Video, voice, phone, text?Is it fun?Or is it a kind of evasion?Would it really be cool to do that?Like masturbating to a GV?Or a DIY dessert made to order?No, no, what if it doesn't suit your taste?An Yuan smiled and thought, as if he had thought of a little benefit, yes, if it doesn't suit your taste, then just cut it off.It’s not easy to meet and walk away, but the video can be turned off, the voice can be stopped, the phone can be hung up, text, go to his text!Who wants to type so many words?Hands are not enough for masturbation, there is no time for typing on the keyboard.

An Yuan looked at the ID list one by one, and saw a name with only three words: only phone.

He wanted to feel very indifferent just by looking at the name, but it seemed... It seemed like, let's talk about it, and we'll know what's going on after talking.Maybe this chat room is really for chatting, or there are always one or two chatting rooms, right?Even if it's really not, it doesn't matter, just forget this little episode, it's not difficult.

He tapped the name and said hello.

Passing through 1234: Hello, does the phone only mean that you can only chat on the phone?

An Yuan felt that the person on the other side of the phone was very interesting.

His voice is very clear and clean, which makes people feel very comfortable to listen to. He is a little dazed when chatting, an indescribably dazed feeling.

At the beginning, the other party was still quite indifferent, saying one sentence after another, although there was no obvious impatience, but there was a little perfunctory in the tone.An Yuan thought that he was really unlucky, even if he called a stranger, he would be treated coldly. How can there be anything that goes well in this world?He was talking on the phone, looking at the non-existent moon, and couldn't help expressing his sadness. He said, "Aren't you lonely? I'm still a little lonely."

Yes, very lonely, An Yuan always felt lonely.

Although there seem to be a few friends on weekdays, none of them can talk to each other. It's not that Anyuan is worried about giving his heart to them, it's because they never give their heart to Anyuan.

It is the kind that he may be your only friend, or your most important friend, but you are not his, and he will not be the first to think of telling you about his troubles, and you will always be ranked among those you don’t know or you are familiar with An Yuan rejects this kind of unequal feeling behind the other person.Therefore, no one can tell his thoughts, and he can only speak to himself.

All the high spirits of the day and the loneliness of the night have nothing to do with each other.

As soon as the words came out, the other party's tone softened.He said, "Me too."

An Yuan was a little relieved when he heard that, it turned out that he was not the only one like this, it seemed that after the other party said that sentence, the whole world was lonely with him.

It's good to have someone to accompany you.Anyuan is not demanding.

An Yuan began to relax, and he sat cross-legged on the wool blanket.The blanket's fur was soft and long, and it always tickled his legs, but he liked the touch very much, as if something was protecting him, warm and dedicated.

He started talking to each other casually. The advantage of a stranger is that no matter what you say, he will passively accept it, but you have no scruples. This feeling is really good.So he told him a secret:

He likes to be alone.

For all crushes, liking is a secret thing.

The feeling of secret love is sweet and bitter, you feel happy that you have someone you like, and you feel lost because you have someone you like, because your precious feelings are finally pinned but you can't express them.

Lin Li once told himself that a crush is a fool's trick, liking it is not something to be ashamed of, why not face it.

An Yuan laughed at Lin Li's monologue, but he also admired his bravery in his heart. It is true that liking him is not a shameful thing, but he is afraid of becoming that shameful person.

To be honest, he is not afraid of being rejected, what he is afraid of is that he still can't let go after the rejection.

Secret love is at least the leaf to cover up the shame, but infatuation after being rejected is naked and humble.An Yuan didn't want to be that lowly person himself, so he chose to hold on to his own leaves, preferably as big as plantains, and hide behind himself, waiting for the moment when the time comes.

But when is the time ripe?

An Yuan didn't know either.

He only knew that he was the star farthest away from the moon among the stars, and he was hundreds of millions of light-years away from the moon. He spent ten years trying to get closer, but the other side was far away. audio.The conversation at the wine table today made him terrified, he was afraid that he would never have another chance, he thought he would try it anyway, the leaves are big and safe, but he didn't want to spend his whole life with them.

The other party's words are actually a bit boring, and the other party's words will only increase when talking about wine.

An Yuan felt that this person might be an alcoholic, but he couldn't imagine hearing his clean voice.The other party said the name of the wine, but An Yuan didn't know which letters it was, but it didn't matter, it was just wine.But hearing the disappointed tone of the other party, An Yuan also became less comfortable. He thought it was just wine?What's the problem?If he wants to drink, he can manage enough.But the words were meant to make the other party happy, but the other side became silent.

An Yuan suddenly thought that they were just strangers, and his words were abrupt.So he hurriedly changed the subject, but the other party didn't pursue it.

Just drinking and chatting like this, An Yuan actually said a lot of things, but they were all complaints that he wanted to say but had nowhere to say on weekdays, but the other party obediently agreed, like an honest child sitting beside an elder Just as well-behaved.An Yuan thinks this person is quite interesting, and he has already complained to the point that he thinks it is too much, but he is like a dutiful incinerator, digesting and decomposing, and will not even bleed back any peculiar smell.

Finally, there was a long breathing sound from the other end of the phone, and the other party should have fallen asleep.

An Yuan hung up the phone with a strange feeling in his heart.

In the last few sentences, the other party was already a little confused, and would only agree with a hum. Whatever An Yuan said, the other party hummed lightly, which was so good that it made people feel distressed.

When An Yuan closed his eyes, he could think of the other party's head dozing off a little bit, but he still looked like a huh.

As if he was there.

He said that drinking alone is very lonely, and Anyuan felt that tonight was fine, and the loneliness was not too strong.

After sending the text message of thanks, An Yuan saved the other party's number.

Anyuan didn't think about the name of the note at all, it's just a single string of numbers stored in the phone.

Then in the next three days, I could no longer get through that phone call, and the phone was turned off no matter how I called.

Anyuan logged into the chat room to look for the ID "only phone", but he couldn't find it anymore.

An Yuan thought the people in this chat room were ridiculous before, but now he finds that the person who is ridiculous is himself.What is this, self-indulgence?Although he didn't know what kind of love it was, An Yuan couldn't wait to dial this number the next night. He still wanted to chat with that person. He felt that they were all lonely people in the end of the world. Loneliness is not just right.

But I can't get through, no matter what.

An Yuan guessed that the other party was busy, so he didn't turn on the phone.But three days later, and the phone was still turned off, An Yuan finally understood: I thought that I was just a passer-by in the long night of the other party, not special, and not worth looking forward to.Just like when he was a student, he was always a passerby, occasionally passing other people's stories, but he thought he was also the protagonist, but later discovered that he was just a group performer who didn't even have a name in the ending credits.

In this way, An Yuan decided to forget about this matter. He had discovered before: forget others before others forget himself, so that he will suffer less harm.

But if you think about it, the other party has already forgotten it, right?What I think now is just the result of Ah Q's spirit.But it doesn't matter, it's better to have the spirit of Ah Q than without the spirit of Ah Q. The spiritual victory method is suitable for all losers. After all, the winners in life are very few in this world. In this respect, Anyuan is not an exception.

Autumn in Jiangzhou has always been willful. It is never bound by the solar terms, and it comes whenever it wants, without saying hello.The sun was shining brightly yesterday, but today the wind is cooling down, and the yellow leaves remind Anyuan that autumn is coming again, and winter is not far away.

It has been half a month since I entered the chat room for the first time.During the period, Anyuan visited several times, but never saw that ID again.He didn't delete the phone number, but he didn't want to call it. He was afraid that the phone would still be turned off after calling, which would make him disappointed and angry. , no matter how you count, this call cannot be made.

But he has a little delusional, just that little bit.He also wanted to see if there really was such a thing as chance and coincidence, or to put it another way, it was fate. If there was, he could buy a lot of lottery tickets.

On another night of drinking alone, An Yuan entered the chat room.He actually drank a little bit too much today.A few days ago, he finally joined the alumni group, and everyone exchanged pleasantries, and the only thing they asked was where was the high and how much was the money.

After learning that An Yuan became his own boss, the group praised him for a while. An Yuan said that the small business was just food and clothing.Everyone seemed to be a lot happy about this, and they worked harder to raise their voices, it was almost like laughing at them.

An Yuan had already made some mental preparations, so he obediently asked about the current situation of those who made the most troubles. Sure enough, the other party said that they were all big companies and well-known enterprises, and there were also a few single-handed businesses that were doing very well. .An Yuan said that he and these few are incomparable in heaven and earth, far less happy and successful in their careers than the other party, and those few people pretended to be modest and exchanged a few words, which was considered to be the best.

An Yuan sneered, thinking that although everyone had different personalities when they were young, they were all considered pure and good. It's not like being soaked in a dyeing vat now. It's only better than whose color is even and beautiful, no matter what the original cloth looks like.

But An Yuan didn't come for these people, he came for Song Zhifei.

He looked through the IDs in the group one by one, looking at the information and so on. He tried to find out which one was Song Zhifei's number, but it was in vain.

He thought he understood Zhifei, although he didn't know where this confidence came from, but he just felt that he understood the other party.He watched him for two years. He saw the shoes Song Zhifei liked to wear, the food Song Zhifei liked to eat, the books Song Zhifei liked to read, and the little habit of tilting his head slightly when Song Zhifei was thinking.But in the face of dazzling IDs, all kinds of signatures, and avatars of different shapes, An Yuan couldn't tell which one Song Zhifei liked.

He felt a little sad.He always knew that Song Zhifei was far away from him, but in his heart, he was very close, but now it started to get a little fuzzy.

He turned off the Q group in disappointment, and the people in it were still showing off their wealth or negligence, no matter what kind, An Yuan didn't like it and would not do it.He doesn't have enough money to show off. Of course, if he had, he wouldn't show it off, because there are so many, so he doesn't bother to do it, and negative energy, everyone has it, and there are so many people in this world. There are many people, but the vast majority of people are living the same life, your troubles and depression, these people are all feeling, you are not much special than others, so there is no need to look for approval in the crowd, everyone will only be annoyed that you give them Increased the unhappiness of life.

However, there are always a few nights when An Yuan will look at himself and feel sorry for himself, lamenting that his life is not easy, his emotions are not going well, recalling the past and looking at the present. Personally, listen to him one by one, and then gently persuade.

He randomly clicked on a name that looked normal and sent a message.Soon there was a reply from the other side, but the other party said that there was something to ask him to leave the phone and wait. An Yuan hesitated for a while, afraid that the other party would use the phone call for something, but after thinking about it, what else could the other party do How about writing it on the wall to apply for a certificate, or sending it to a pornographic website?It doesn't matter which one you want, it's a private call anyway, if you really have trouble, just change the number, there are not many people in the address book.

After An Yuan sent the number, he poured himself a glass of wine and stared at the moon while drinking in a daze.

A long time passed, An Yuan looked at the time on his phone, an hour passed.

He thought what a jerk, he didn't seem to be suitable for the activity of chatting on the phone. Except for the first call itself, he didn't think of any happy things. It seems that he should not try this kind of online things in the future. I really can't help it Find a tree, dig a hole, and yell that Party A is a fucking asshole.

An Yuan couldn't help laughing when he thought of this. He thought about cursing this sentence for a long time. If there was a tree hole for him to shout, he would be willing to pay some fines to make the hole bigger.After drinking the wine in the glass in one gulp, An Yuan poured himself another glass. Although the wine tasted sweet and greasy like a drink with too much saccharine, it was considered high in wine. Then a little dizzy.

He wondered if he couldn't drink any more after drinking this cup, or to go to sleep quickly while he was drunk, maybe he could still have a few erotic dreams.When the phone rang, An Yuan was thinking about who to arrange to be the protagonist of the spring dream today. He picked up the phone and glanced at the screen. If you buy all the lottery and other lottery, the chances are almost nonexistent.

The other party said "Hello".

An Yuan also said "Hello".

The other party said: "Hi, I'm the one in the chat room just now, the one who said that I'm done calling you, sorry, I've been busy for a while."

An Yuan laughed when he heard it, and thought: You have been busy for a long time, it has been half a month.But he said, "It's okay, I said I'll wait for you."

The other party paused, and asked cautiously, "Did you drink today?"

An Yuan laughed loudly. The unhappiness of the other party's disappearance dissipated. He thought it was too cute, really cute. This sentence was like a secret code, the kind that only belonged to two people, and it sounded ambiguous when it was said.

So An Yuan didn't make things difficult for him, he didn't want to ask the other party why he didn't answer his call, and he didn't want to ask him why he changed his name, it doesn't matter now.

The topic started with wine again. The other party said that he likes wine very much, which reminded him of Song Zhifei.

He remembered that Song Zhifei held a class reunion before he left, and he was also called, of course, by the whole class.He wanted to behave better, at least to make a good impression on Song Zhifei, but he was drunk that day.

Song Zhifei only provided beer and wine at the class reunion. Before An Yuan came to Jiangzhou to study, he had already drank beer with his junior high school classmates in his hometown. He knew that his alcohol capacity was not bad. The degree is not high, and it is not a big problem to think about it.So he would not refuse anyone who came, as long as someone asked him to compete for a drink, he would follow. He didn't know how to say a few words on the scene and just raised his head to drink. After a few laps, the beer was white and red.In the end, An Yuan felt top-heavy, his mind was gurgling like boiling water, and he would make a fool of himself if he drank it any more.He didn't want to make a fool of himself, on such an important day, he couldn't make a fool of himself.

Relying on his tenacious will, An Yuan held back from vomiting on the box.After he got up and came out, he stumbled towards the toilet, and finally vomited cleanly in the toilet holding the toilet.

An Yuan felt that his internal organs had shifted, he thought it was okay, luckily he was not ashamed to be thrown in the box.He leaned against the wall and stood up tremblingly, let out a long breath, then opened the door, walked to the sink, took a handful of water to wash his face, he looked up at himself in the mirror, his face was terribly red.Just when An Yuan was about to wipe his face and go back, Song Zhifei's face appeared in the mirror.

Song Zhifei pushed open the door and came out from another partition. He also went to the sink to wash his hands, then looked at the mirror and smiled at An Yuan in the mirror.An Yuan was at a loss for what to do. He had seen Song Zhifei's smile from afar in many times and places: polite, soft, and alienated.It was the first time for An Yuan to see him so close.

It stands to reason that An Yuan should give Song Zhifei a smile back, or say something casually, but An Yuan didn't. He felt that time was still and his mind was still. He was frozen in this space, unable to cope.

Song Zhifei turned his head and looked at An Yuan, An Yuan also turned his head to look at Song Zhifei, Song Zhifei said:

"Anyuan, you drank too much."

It's not an interrogative sentence, it's an affirmative sentence.

An Yuan nodded and said, "Yes, I drank a lot."

Song Zhifei said, "Don't drink so much next time, it hurts your stomach."

An Yuan turned his face away and nodded with his neck stuck.

Song Zhifei asked An Yuan if he wanted to go back to the box and they could go together.

An Yuan turned his head straight again. He felt a heat flow from his toes rushing into his brain at the speed of light. He looked at Song Zhifei's face and said, "Don't go, I have something to tell you."

Song Zhifei looked at An Yuan suspiciously, but still nodded politely: "Okay, tell me what you want."

An Yuan opened his mouth, but what he said was: "Tonight's wine is delicious."

Song Zhifei was unexpectedly happy when he heard this: "Do you really think so?"

An Yuan said, "Yes, otherwise, why would I drink too much, especially the light yellow one, which is especially delicious."

Song Zhifei smiled and said, "I like that too. I have selected all the wines for tonight. I like them all. It's rare that you like them too."

An Yuan said, "I like it, I like it, I like it all..."

At the end of the party that night, Song Zhifei stopped An Yuan alone, and he asked An Yuan to take away all the unopened wine, which was regarded as a gift from him.

Song Zhifei said, "Take it back, since you like it."

An Yuan shook his head violently: "I can't take it, you brought all these wines."

Song Zhifei said: "I brought them here, but I don't have much time to drink them when I take them back, but you can take them back and drink them as you like. Wine is just for drinking. What's the point of keeping it? If you don’t dislike it, take it home and drink it, didn’t you say you like it?”

In the end, An Yuan took those wines, not too much, just a big box, 12 bottles.

It took a lot of effort for him to preserve these wines for ten years.Song Zhifei said that the wine was for drinking, but how could An Yuan be willing?

He brought wine into the university and put it in his cupboard, he brought it into the company dormitory and put it under his bed, he brought it into the group rented room and put it under his desk, and later he had his own house , finally had a place that could barely be called home, but he wanted to give up.

He started drinking those drinks, and on the first one, he got on the phone with the boy who was now on the phone.

This is the second one, and the boy said he likes wine too.

The boy asked An Yuan: "Then the person you like, does he like you?"

An Yuan was silent.This question is really heartbreaking and cruel.

Who would waste precious nights if there were two lovers?An Yuan can't wait to have fun with his lover every night with disheveled hair.

But the boy asked calmly, without any malice, and seemed not even curious, like a casual chat, which made it hard to bear to blame him.An Yuan thought it was just telling the truth, but it was not a big deal, he had never lied to himself, he had always positioned himself as Song Zhifei's unnamed crush, in a position where he was not even a friend.

So An Yuan said, "No, he doesn't like me."

After saying that, the boy's voice was a little anxious, and he said that the person he liked didn't like him either.

Does this boy have someone he likes?Isn't that the same as yourself?An Yuan suddenly felt that the two of them seemed to be standing at the two ends of the balance. There was no difference in the balance, and the chips were the same. Emotionally, they were the same people.This recognition made Anyuan feel that the boy was more affectionate. He had the urge to tell his story to the other party, but many times he didn't even want to recall the tedious plot, and thousands of words became only one sentence: "I only want me People who like it also like me, and I must, even if it takes a long time."

"Even if it takes a long time?"

"Even if it takes a long time."

"When will you be the boss?"

"Wait until the day I don't like him."

An Yuan was a little surprised by what he said.Perhaps this is an idea buried in his heart that he has never noticed.

But when can you not like him?Was it some sunny morning that was never dreamed of?Is it the afternoon after climbing the peak one day and shouting loudly?Or was it that drunk night on a certain day of a certain year?

It's not, it won't be, if it can be easily let go, then in the past ten years, Anyuan has countless opportunities to end this one-sided relationship.

People, one cannot expect an epiphany.

Of course, there are some people who can see through their troubles and sorrows in a flash of inspiration, but these people are not the vast majority, they are just a very small probability. We can imagine that we are that small probability, but we can’t put all hope Pinned on such illusory things.

An Yuan feels that if he wants to get something, he must give something, and if he wants to go out, he must go through a journey full of harm.

harm.An Yuan couldn't think of how to make him dislike other than hurt.Whether it's a positive rejection of this emotion or the suffering of a long wait, it's a kind of injury. An Yuan is actually a little tired after moving forward in the injury.

The wine that has been put for ten years is not delicious, and the people who have been waiting for ten years do not know that it is still the same as before. At the moment when he knew that Song Zhifei was returning to China, An Yuan thought that he would finally come, let's give this relationship an explanation.It's all good.

The boy opposite said softly: "There will always be a day, like it, or give up, most people will have that day."

An Yuan couldn't help pursing his lips into a smile, the dimple on one side looming, he thought yes, there will always be a day when he can really say goodbye to the past.

Autumn has come, as long as we survive the harsh winter, spring is not far away.

The boy fell asleep again, and An Yuan's heart was filled with a strange sense of satisfaction. He felt that the boy must have a good dream, just like the carpet under his body, a soft, fluffy and warm dream.

The boy gave a clear response to the text message sent this time, and An Yuan probably guessed that this number should be used exclusively by the boy to chat on the phone, so it doesn’t turn on the phone every day. An Yuan was a little concerned about this, because the other party seemed to understand it thoroughly. The rules of the chat room, like a... an old hand.It's not that An Yuan doesn't understand what this chat room is for, but he always stubbornly feels that a boy with such a clean voice who is indifferent most of the time and occasionally considerate should not be the same as these cold IDs, he is a person with warmth Man, a lovely man, well-behaved and reserved.

An Yuan would call the other party when he was not busy, and only half of the ten times he could get through, but it didn't matter, An Yuan was very happy to hear the other party's voice and chat casually.

An Yuan is willing to share his life status with the other party. He feels safe and interesting. Occasionally when he talks about getting excited, the other party will keep asking questions and even make a few jokes. The whole person is much more lively.He found that the other party really liked wine, and he would tell himself some wine knowledge very seriously. If he asked questions or praised him, he would be very happy, just like a child who got candy.When the other party is happy, An Yuan also feels happy, so he likes to listen to him talk about these things. Even if it sounds a bit difficult or boring to him, he is willing to listen, because the pressure of real life makes happy things too few, and happiness becomes On the phone, Anyuan only needs to pay a little patience to reap the pleasure of both parties. Is there anything more cost-effective than this?An Yuan couldn't think of it, and he didn't even bother to think about it. He was very satisfied now.

This state lasted for a long time, An Yuan felt that life seemed to be easier, at least a little bit of hope, there would always be a few happy nights a week.

One day, Anyuan called the other party as usual, but the other party turned off the phone.

An Yuan has gradually gotten used to this matter now, and he is not as angry as he was at the beginning. He thought, at least when he turned on the phone, those nights belonged to him.An Yuan opened a new red wine sold to him by Lin Li's friend, took a sip, and the sour taste filled his entire mouth. The taste was so strong that he wrinkled his nose.