Pear Blossoms Are Blooming Again GL

After breaking up with Liang Nuanqing, I swore that I would never see this person again in this life. I no longer use my old QQ, MSN account, email address, etc., and even changed my phone number. again.For a long time, I didn't want to see people, talk, or see the glare of the sun. I was like a complete wretch, curled up in my own small dark space, licking my wounds alone.

But in fact, deep down, I thought about our reunion countless times. Like a schizophrenic, I imagined the scene of my reunion with her.I thought, maybe one day on the street, we will see each other in the turbulent crowd. At that time, I must be in high spirits, with a calm smile on my face, and then I will walk by as if nothing happened. Beside her, or maybe, I was already holding another girl's hand at that time, I greeted her friendly and asked her: "Hey, Liang Nuanqing, how are you doing recently?"

I know I'm naive and ridiculous, but I just can't help thinking about it.It's just that I didn't expect that when we really met, the scene that I had rehearsed thousands of times in my heart would be a thousand miles away, which caught me off guard.

I'm not in high spirits, I've just escaped from a bar, and I don't have another hand to hold, my hand can only be stuck in my pocket.

But wait!What is she saying?

Yinuo, don't you call me Nuannuan anymore?

She stood there, her frail body was wrapped in a brown windbreaker, and she gave off a lovely and pitiful look. I looked at her face, still young and beautiful, and sneered desperately in my heart, Nuan Nuan?What right does she have to say this to me?What right do I have to call her that again?However, there was no smile on my face, I just pointed my finger at the bar and politely reminded her: "They're in there."

She looked at me with a hint of sadness in her eyes: "Yinuo, you hate me."

I was surprised: "What?"

"Hehe." She smiled, and the smile seemed a bit sad: "Yinuo, it's only right for you to hate me, I'm getting married..."

"What are you talking about?" I interrupted without waiting for her to finish speaking, reached out and stroked her hair, showing a smile

A big smile came: "Hate? What a terrible word! How can you use it between us? Aren't we good classmates and friends? Although I didn't go to you when you got married, it was a bit uninteresting, but didn't I give you a wedding gift? ? The eight words on the card, "a happy marriage, a happy marriage for a hundred years", are my true heartfelt words."

Her hair was soft and smooth, and as always, it felt nostalgic.I saw that her face was getting ugly gradually, to the extent that I was satisfied with it, so I let go of my hand.

She lowered her eyes, and her voice was almost inaudible: "Yinuo, you love people without reservation, and you don't hold back when you hurt others."

I hurt someone?I continued to sneer in my heart, but I didn't bother to defend myself, I just waved my hand: "Go in, I'm leaving."

"Wait!" She raised her head quickly: "I'll see you off, let's talk." I looked in the direction she pointed, and there was a white Audi TT parked there.

Yes, I have a car now, I put my hands in my pockets, and shook my head while stepping back: "No trouble, I can take a taxi by myself."

She caught up a few steps, with a firm and stubborn expression: "I'll drive you."

"It's really not necessary, old classmate, don't be so polite."

"Yinuo, don't treat me like this, don't treat me like this!"

Her voice became sharp because of excitement, and then she cried, she actually cried, I looked at her in a daze, and clearly felt that the city wall I worked so hard to build in my heart was collapsing, slowly, Collapsing bit by bit.

"Yinuo, I don't want to lose you, I really don't want to lose you."

Her sadness seemed real, and I used almost all my concentration to stand there steadily, watching her sadness with cold eyes, and calmly told her: "Warm and sunny, you can't have both. "Added another sentence: "My mother is waiting for me at home, and I am leaving."

My mother is waiting for me at home, I have to go.

Sitting in the taxi, I thought of the frantic excuse I made just now, the lame excuse, and the way I snatched the car and ran away, and suddenly I was full of anger at myself.

"Silly X!"

I cursed fiercely, raised my hand and slapped myself loudly across the face. The uncle driver was obviously frightened by my self-abuse, and looked back at me with surprise and suspicion in his eyes. I don't care if he regards me as crazy, and quickly reported my home address to him, then leaned back on the seat and closed my eyes.

When I got home, I looked at my watch. It was past nine o'clock. I went upstairs, took out the key to open the door, kicked off the shoes on my feet, and put on slippers.

My mother was sitting on the sofa in the living room, knitting a sweater and watching TV. When she saw me coming back, she immediately asked, "Why did you come back so soon? I thought you were going to be late."

"It's too noisy, it's boring to play. Where's Dad?"

"I'm going to bed."

"Going to bed so early again." I sat down next to her, reached out and took a pear from the fruit plate on the coffee table, put it to my mouth and took a big bite, then touched the little sweater on her hand: "This How long will it take?"

"At this rate, it's going to be fast."

"How hard it is to fight, why not buy a few pieces."

"It's not hard work, it's not hard work at all. How can I buy it better? Look, how warm and strong it is." My mother gave me a glare, then lifted the sweater in her hand, and said as if showing off: " Your cousin is very satisfied with this dress, she said that the color is beautiful and the pattern is beautiful, the baby must look good in it, she begged me to make another one for her."

"Yeah." Seeing her happy look, I suddenly felt a little better.

"Yinuo." My mother put down the sweater, looked at me suddenly, and said tentatively: "You said that your cousin is only two years older than you, and she is going to be a mother now, why don't you have any news at all? You tell mom honestly, is there anyone chasing you around you now? Don't tell any more lies."

Here it is again, I almost choked on pears, I quickly shook my head: "No."

"What about school before? I know that you and your younger brother don't want to talk about this with your parents. They feel that your parents are old-fashioned, but you are all grown up now. It's okay to talk to your parents. We can understand, let's talk Parents are both experienced, and I can give you some advice." Mom continued to induce.

"Really not." I threw the pear core into the trash can beside me, and put on my usual hippie smile: "Mom, it's all your fault for making me so ugly."

"Nonsense, what's so ugly?" My mother looked serious, she stretched out her hand to stroke my head, and looked at me carefully: "Such a fair and clean face, but ah, this hair should grow long, a Girls, what do you do with short hair all year round, your personality needs to be changed, girls need to be gentler."

I'm not happy: "How do you know I'm not gentle?"

"I was born, can I not know? You and your brother are both like your father, very stubborn and strong." Mom gave me a white look, and called out cautiously: "Yinuo."

"Ok?"

"You...you really never had a relationship when you were in school?"

When my mother said this, there was a trace of worry and worry in her eyes. I suddenly couldn't bear to look at her, and slowly moved my eyes to the side, but inadvertently saw a few hairs mixed with her temples. White hair, my throat was instantly blocked by something, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

Mom, I'm sorry, I was in love, but I fell in love with a girl.

Mom, I'm sorry, in the best years of my life, my love started vigorously and ended in fragments, but whether it was sweet like a song or heartbreaking, I couldn't share every bit of it with you.

Mom, I'm sorry, I'm the treasure in the palms of you and Dad, but the other person is the treasure in the palms of my hands. I don't pay one-tenth as much to you as I do to her.

Mom, I'm sorry, since I was a child, you have cared for me so carefully, not allowing me to be wronged, but for the sake of love, I have been willing to degenerate and give up on myself.

Mom, I'm sorry, I made you think my life was a blank, but in reality I'm already emotionally disabled, I force myself to smile every day, because I can't be my true self in front of you.

Mom, I'm sorry. . . . . .

I suddenly had the urge to cry, but I couldn't, I gritted my teeth, tried my best to restrain the surging emotions in my chest, then leaned over, put my arms around my mother's neck, and whispered: "Mom, I love you .” There is also a sentence of “sorry” at the end, I omitted it.

I am glad that there is still the sound of the TV in the living room. Because of its cover, my mother didn't notice the abnormality of my voice. She just patted my shoulder and said in surprise: "What's wrong? I sound like a child all of a sudden. , and acted coquettishly again."

"It's nothing, because there are two or three days left of the annual leave, so I can't bear you."

I wiped my eyes secretly, and then let her go. My mother looked at me with some doubts. I was afraid that she would see something, so I gave her a bright smile, and then stretched: "Mom, I'm going to bed, just now That taxi driver was driving so fast, I'm still dizzy right now."

"Then why don't you go back to your room and go to sleep, and you're still quarreling with me to watch TV, hey, where did this show come from?"

I went back to my room, closed the door, leaned my back against the door lightly, the smile on my face could no longer be disguised, it disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the scene of meeting Liang Nuanqing was clearly there come to mind.

I haven't seen her for about three years. She still has the same demeanor and appearance, and the tenderness in her eyes still makes people feel sad.

And all of this still breaks my heart.

I closed my eyes, and it seemed that we had returned to the last time we met before she got married. She stood at the door, more alienated and unfamiliar than before, she looked at me calmly, and asked me calmly: "Yinuo, you What do you think you can give me? Marriage? Family? Fame? Or money and status? Don't tell me about your feelings, it will only make me think you are childish."

This voice has been haunting me like a spell for several years, and it will pop up from time to time in the dead of night, pulling at my heart like a saw.

Liang Nuanqing, now, you have everything.

His face was itchy, I stretched out my hand to touch it, but my hand was wet, heh, Xiao Yinuo, why are you crying?You are so cheap.I staggered towards my bed, threw myself on it, buried my face in the pillow, was angry, felt sorry for myself, and repeated in a low voice: "Xiao Yinuo, do you know, you are so fucking mean!"