Number one, I'm divorced?

On summer nights, the streets and alleys of Chengdu are filled with the smell of food.Here, finding good food is easy.Wherever there are many people queuing up, just wait there.You will definitely not be disappointed.This is an effect that no advertisement can achieve.

Walking in familiar streets on weekends, girls looked at her shyly from time to time.Oddly enough, there are boys too.

Chengdu is a very inclusive city, and there are people from all over the world.If you go to Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, it is to pursue your dreams.And those who come to Chengdu, basically come, will not leave again.

On weekends, there was a classmate from South Africa who spoke fluent Sichuan dialect.There are so many embassies here in Chengdu, as well as many foreigners.The first step for many foreigners to learn Chinese is to speak Sichuan dialect.For foreigners, the tone is too difficult, and it is even more difficult to be mediocre.But Sichuan dialect is different, it has no tones, and there is no distinction between plain and low, which makes it easier for foreign friends to learn.

In Sichuan dialect, the tastes of southern Sichuan and northern Sichuan, Chengdu and Chongqing are completely different.For example, people from Chengdu speak more eloquently, while people from Chongqing speak more crisply.

The weekend happens to be a mix of Chengdu and Chongqing.

As soon as I turned into the alley on the weekend, I saw a few young people drinking.The leader is evil, with little yellow hair and carrying a beer bottle.I don't know if it's the reason for this person's eyesight.Even the weekend as a chick.

This alley, Qingshiban Road, makes others are traditional buildings and sparsely populated.

On the weekend, I saw a few young people walking towards me in a ruffian manner.

"Hey, this girl has a good personality, and she looks good too."

"Boss, this is a man."

The leader was obviously taken aback.

"male?"

"Male, pure man type."

"Shit, how can there be such a white and good-looking man."

On weekends, with your hands in your trouser pockets.But the left leg took half a step back and slightly bent the knee.This is the posture of preparing to attack, or to flee.

On the weekend, I smelled the oncoming wine and meat, and I felt sick for a while.

Alcohol is good for everything, but some people tend to get muddy after eating it.There are five people on the other side, and it is not difficult to put them down.The man is because he is afraid that the smell of alcohol on these people will stain his clothes and shoes.

"Ah~"

Weekend sighed faintly, turned around and ran.

Those people were obviously stunned on the spot, but when they came back to their senses, they were nowhere to be seen.

The smell of lime still lingers in the air.It was a taste of youth.

……

He ran fast on the weekend, and the night lights in Chengdu elongated his figure.The heart seems to be jumping out.It's not that I'm afraid of weekends, but I think that life is very interesting occasionally.

He stopped at the entrance of a store, which was an old photo studio with the decoration style of the 80s.There is also a group of photos hanging at the door, in the style of the Republic of China, the woman is sitting dignifiedly in a cheongsam, leaning slightly against the man behind her.The woman tilted her head and smiled slightly. The two dimples at the corners of her mouth were gorgeous.The man kept his eyes fixed, staring straight ahead.

Zhou weekend lowered his head, his eyes darkened, and he looked at his pale hands.He left without looking back.

At this time, an old man came out of the photo studio. He stood upright, his eyes were like eagles, piercing, but softened a little due to the erosion of the years.The old man tapped the ground with a cane in his hand.A middle-aged man behind him came out.Bend slightly.

"Did the old man take a fancy to that photo?" the driver Xiao Wang said.

The old man coughed: "Go and find out who is in this photo. Ask the boss if this photo can be sold?"

"Okay. Grandpa, do you want to tell Uncle Yu?"

Only then did Xiao Wang raise his head, and carefully looked at the two people in the photo. The woman was gentle and virtuous, while the man suggested being tall and straight.The two wore the costumes of the Republic of China, but there was no sense of disobedience, as if they were people from that era.Away from the hustle and bustle of the city now.

The old man's eyes drifted into the distance, he looked at the busy traffic in front of him, this photo brought him back to the Shanghai that belonged to his era.

"No, this wish has not been fulfilled in this life. He has been with me all my life. In this life, I will be blessed after all. We will talk about this matter after it is confirmed, and we must not let the wind leak."

The old man looked at the photo, the man's upright facial features and resolute eyes.Almost identical to that guy.

Walking along the moat in the south of the city on weekends, there is no wind, and Chengdu's summer is hot and humid, which makes him feel very uncomfortable. Every time he wants to escape from this city, just like when he was filling out the application form for college.His first choice was to fill in the cities of Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou.In order to cope with my parents, I chose a college in Chengdu, professional psychology, in the last column of my third choice.

Then, willfulness will eventually come at a price.Sometimes it was God's will, and he ended up staying in Chengdu.

He sometimes thinks, if he hadn't stayed in Chengdu, hadn't known Xu Xian, hadn't brought her home, mother hadn't cooked dinner that day, and father had just gone out to drink tea and listen to the opera as usual, maybe none of this would have happened up.

If, there will never be an if.

Sometimes it is really God's arrangement. The professional knowledge of psychology makes him understand that some of his abnormal reactions are post-traumatic sequelae of stress. He uses all his professional knowledge to explain his mental activities.But the indifference and world-weariness in his eyes can never be understood by others.

Raise your wrists on weekends.It was 12 o'clock in the morning, and it was already midnight.He strolled on his way home.He looked at the young lovers on the street, holding hands, he was not envious at all.

Haha, because these things can't shake his heart for him.He hoped that there would be someone who could make his heart feel.There used to be, but now?

Shaking his head on the weekend, what is he still looking forward to, and what can he look forward to.

At this time, a car parked next to the weekend, a red Maserati, those three forks, proclaiming its predatory nature.

A man with burgundy hair rolled down the window.

"Oh. Who am I talking about, the young master of the Zhou family." The man spoke with a sense of humor.

Tilting his head on the weekend, he glanced at the man out of the corner of his eye.Guo Datou?How did this virtue work?

Ignore him on weekends and walk forward with a sway.

Seeing that the man only glanced at him on the weekend and didn't respond, the man said angrily, "Weekend! Stop me, who the hell do you think you are? When your parents were here, we called you Mr. Zhou It's to show your parents a face, who cares about your ghostly appearance now!"

Hearing those two words on the weekend, he paused, turned around, and brushed the hair hanging from his forehead with one hand.His eyes lowered slightly, he knew that few people could bear his appearance.Not to mention this bastard who liked him since he was a child.

"Who cares? Who the hell is blocking me every day at Laozi's school? Who is it? Is it a dog?"

Sure enough, the other party closed his lips tightly as if he was deflated.Regardless of the one-way street here, Guo Yiming turned off the engine, jumped out of the car, and pulled the weekend's wrist.

"For so many years, you have clearly known what I want, but you still treat me as a dead person. You see, I won't take care of you today!"

Guo Yiming grabbed Zhou weekend's wrist and pulled it into his arms.There was a blow to the stomach, and he arched his body.

"Damn it, you're still so violent. If you beat me, I won't let you go if you beat me to death today."

Guo Yiming muttered, his stomach ached.He tightly grasped Zhou weekend's wrist, but he didn't dare to use too much force, for fear that it might be accidentally pinched, he thought to himself.Damn it, I'm just fascinated by your ghostly appearance.

Seeing this guy not letting go on weekends, he frowned, half-closed his eyes, and the end of his eyebrows declared that he was a little impatient at the moment.

Guo Yiming suddenly wanted to confess, but he had already let the words out today, and if he took it back, he would be even more looked down upon by this person.