The first story: the origin

Someone once told me that she was most afraid of making a choice, that is, leaving the next decision to luck:

For example, pick a flower, tear off its petals to distinguish between single and double, and then decide whether to confess;

For example, flip a coin and use its pros and cons to decide whether the relationship should continue;

Another example is to appoint a specific time, waiting for the fate to meet again in the future;

Or pick a place with beautiful scenery and test whether the other party can find their tracks every time they pass by.

I brushed away Kim's face with my left hand. I deliberately grew a beard that covered most of his lips, but I couldn't hide the smell of alcohol fermentation.

The cooing lips were finally printed on my palm. I took out the paper towel on the dining table in disgust and wiped away the sticky saliva and bad feelings. In return, I deliberately started the topic:

"Why, I haven't changed the name of Lao Wang next door in these years, and I have been wandering at the king level ~"

Lao Wang's next-door terrier became popular at that time. When she first walked into the dormitory, Wang Li said seriously that Wang would be his nickname in the future, and never call him Lao Wang next door.

Someone tried to snicker, but because Wang Li's burly figure put out the fire, we had to imitate his appearance and nodded solemnly, as if we were moved by his sincerity. So for a long time, Wang Li was very kind to us, caring and warming her lungs.

But all the disguises are not worth four years together.

During those days, everything seemed to be developing step by step, and the initial casual performance of the rest of us was punctured and replaced by collusion.

When the line of sight returned to reality, the king drew his face, which had been stained with vicissitudes of life, closer again. Alcohol drew a red circle around his eyes, and there was some light in his narrowed eyes. Trembling, he asked, "Second, second brother doesn't say third brother, you boy, burp ~, are you still alone?" This is ... still thinking about someone ~ "

It was so quiet that I seemed to hear my heart shaking violently.

But my body is still as steady as Mount Tai. I can't help but crack my mouth. I haven't touched a drop of wine before, and now I take the opportunity to raise the glass that has caught the king: "What are you looking at me for?" You should eat and drink. "

I turned my head and glanced at Wang again: "In fact, in recent years, I have also talked about separation and integration several times, and I have always had a heart-to-heart."

"Bang" sounded, and before I finished, the door of the private room was pushed open. A current broke into my body with the sound of heavy wooden doors being pushed open, and the atmosphere at the dinner table became quieter.

The king suddenly opened his eyes, drunk as if he were awake for a moment, and patted me on the shoulder with glee: "Didn't you think about continuing the frontier or something?"

This grandson, who has been acting, gritted his teeth and turned around with pain in his shoulder.

Red lips are like a neatly torn wound, dripping with attractive blood, perfectly embedded in a delicate face.

The flame of spring will throw the fallen flowers all over the floor.

A school year has passed, and I feel more and more like a miser. I didn't want to go to the canteen, so I made an appointment with my friends to have a good meal at a Hunan restaurant off campus.

The restaurant was built by the lake, when the sun was setting, and the sunset glow sprinkled on the lake, like a layer of gold, mixed with the juice of red maple leaves. The king has asked the boss to reserve a window seat near the lake in advance, and a fresh fish that has already placed an order on the phone has been served on the table when the milk bubbles are gurgling in the soup.

I can't wait to pick up the spoon and prepare to scoop up the fresh soup. Lu Xiaonian patted my hand and asked the waiter to add perilla leaves. The waiter is a new face. It's probably the first time I've heard this request here, but the young waiter is not sure whether this request conforms to the rules.

Lu Xiaonian waved and was a little impatient: "Just tell Brother Long, remember, perilla should be fresh."

The young waiter gave a cry and was confident, so he quickly lifted his feet and ran in the direction of the kitchen. As a result, I was called by another table halfway.

The table was full of girls, and a girl with a southwest Mandarin accent also ordered some perilla.

Liu Xiaonian understands that this is a high probability of meeting fellow villagers.

We booed and egged, and Lu Xiaonian got up the courage to run over and strike up a conversation.

Among those girls, there is a girl named Xiaorou, who has been very quiet.

Liu Xiaonian came back with a big smile. The girl who eats fish with perilla with southwest mandarin accent is really his hometown.

What happened later, like many stories, was logical. In that era when the WeChat interface was still very simple, our dormitory and Lu Xiaonian's hometown dormitory formed a friendship group. Everyone is shy and eager to write on their faces, but we are still very reserved and changed the name of the group to "Eat, drink and be merry".

There is no proper one-on-one match between feelings, and the king rarely says a few words in depth in this regard.

When both of us boys and girls were anxiously landing on the emotional development between Xiao Nian and our hometown, the king took a fancy to the gentle and quiet Xiaorou.

Xiaorou is in the Department of Economics and Management, and we are in the Department of Information. At this time, the schoolwork is not tense. Wang privately used QQ to find Lu Xiaonian's hometown and privately asked about their girls' curriculum. Then he took my hand and ran to the big classroom of the Department of Economics and Management.

Xiaorou studies hard and never misses class.

So that the king can pretend to meet her every time he follows the map.

Where are the inter-departmental courses arranged by the school? So the excuse of meeting by chance is really bad, so bad that I was forced to bear countless strange eyes with the king.

The king's self-confidence is also very poor, and he feels that his face alone can't stand the eyes of many girls.

Therefore, the King always likes to hold me, share the hurt with him, and tell Liu Xiaonian's hometown that I and the King have a crush on Xiaorou at the same time, ready for fair competition.

I had to secretly roll my eyes.

In the eyes of a group of people, I am undoubtedly Xiaorou's pursuer, and the king is my brave partner. We followed Xiaorou's ass, went in and out in the class of the Department of Economics and Management, went in and out in the library, and went in and out on the same floor of the same canteen. Together with the king, I am Xiaorou's staunchest follower.

The change happened when the movie "Sorry" by Xu zhēng was released.

It's almost two months since the establishment of the Friendship Group, and Lu Xiaonian and his fellow villagers are in a puzzling state. Two people obviously hit it off, but they are too honest, and it doesn't look like they are in love at all.

In addition, Wang dragged me back and forth and followed the Department of Economics and Management for a month.

King 1.8 meters tall, facing girls is completely illusory. He dare not say hello to Xiaorou directly. He always dragged my little arm to the seat next to Xiaorou, holding the tender meat on it and letting me stand in front to open the situation.

On the road of love, I was forced to become a battle-hardened veteran, and the blue on my arm was my medal.

It was the weekend, and Lu Xiaonian called out all the people who were eating, drinking and having fun, and took them to BBK Mall to see a movie.

That's the movie "I'm sorry" by Xu zhēng. It's been released for a while, but it's only been a short time.

The cinema is on the fourth floor, just after dinner, so we ate grilled fish below and took the escalator up, just in time for the movie to start.

I don't think the king knows what the movie is about.

There were bursts of laughter from time to time in the cinema, which was very lively. Everyone was laughing and not reserved. No one laughed with a hammer, but some of them broke their cups with hammers.

Xiaorou's smile is still reserved, and she always wears a lady's smile on her face.

The king stared at Xiaorou, his eyes narrowed, and everything except Xiaorou was filtered out by his piled eyebrows. Looking at Xiaorou's smile, he also giggled. I hold my forehead, feeling that these two people have no future.

I don't remember how the movie ended, and my memories were completely buried in laughter.

When I took a taxi back to school, it was already dark and the lawn was quiet. In addition to the teaching building and dormitory in the distance, there is only a little excitement lying on the lover's slope by the lake.

The cement road is very quiet, and the street lamps use electricity to cut out a clearly defined area. The lights there are cold and cheerless, and flying insects break through the cold spring early and bathe in the silky heat around the lights. The road leading to the men's dormitory and the women's dormitory begins to branch off here.

The king lowered his head, gave me a hand and asked in a low voice, is it time to confess?

I was shocked and looked around. Liu Xiaonian and others have already started to move forward. A few more steps, boys and girls will also embark on different ways to return home.

I lowered my voice and asked the king seriously, Are you serious?

The king scratched his head and hesitated.

I said: If you are in doubt, just pick a flower, tear off its petals to determine a single pair, and then decide whether to confess to the single pair.

A plot ruined by a movie, but it is very meaningful.

If the king didn't hesitate, I would certainly persuade him and stop him, because that can only be called impulsiveness.

But Wang hesitated, and the heart of confession has long been determined. Hesitant is whether this time is suitable for confession.

So there is my sentence above.

I think, if you help the king choose confession in this way, and he is still hesitating, then the next action can only be ruined.

The king glared at me and said that I was a flower-destroying person, not a good person.

I replied that he was heartless and cowardly at heart.

The king muttered, that's better than not being a good person.

Finally, the king finally gave in and began to rummage through the grass for small flowers with many petals, saying that that was the real choice, or it would be meaningless to see single and double petals at a glance.

The final confession still didn't go on.

Because Xiaorou, they don't know when they went around behind us and watched a short crosstalk. It was me and the king who made fun of it. Street lamps use electricity to cut out a clearly defined area and surround us, just like spotlights surround us in the center of the stage.

Later, according to Lu Xiaonian's memory, Xiaorou stood a few meters behind us, looking at us coldly, like watching two chimpanzees in the zoo.

Others follow Xiaorou. At first, some people were smiling, but the expression on Xiaorou's face was still very cold, and an air called embarrassment gradually wrapped everyone.

The next development brought embarrassment to the extreme, so that for a long time, the king refused to communicate with me.

When the king and I pursed our tails and pulled out a pink flower from the soil, we turned our heads and saw others standing behind us with strange expressions.

The king and I were speechless. Xiaorou came to us step by step, landing on her heel and making a rattling sound. From the foot, over the calf, to the finely divided dress, the image of Xiaorou squeezed into the aperture from the night.

Street lamps illuminate a corner of the spring night, and you can see several flying insects pouncing on the light source, and tiny flying dust dancing magnificently among the lights. It is in this scene that Xiaorou broke into this corner, as if countless elves were hiding in the light and dancing around this figure.

I may remember this picture for a lifetime, and then I really just think about it.

The pink flowers are in my hand, and I haven't had time to give them to the king. Xiaorou came over and grabbed the delicate flower. Without any tenderness, she held my other hand tightly with her other hand and drove me far away.

Took a few steps, I'm still in the aperture, small soft half figure has stepped into the night, suddenly turned to the king said blankly:

I hate leaving the choice to luck, such as picking a flower, tearing its petals to distinguish between single and double, and then deciding whether to confess or not.

The king remembered Xiaorou's face, half painted with shiny white makeup and half hidden in the shadow.

And I remembered that red lip, like a neatly torn wound, dripping with tempting blood, perfectly embedded in a delicate face.

It's the same Hunan restaurant built by the lake, where we often go to eat.

Brother Long, the boss, said that we are all nostalgic people, so he often gave us discounts and sometimes added some dishes to sit down and have a drink with us.

After the last incident, I was told that Xiaorou and I started dating at school. I tried to explain to the king, but the attitude that Xiaorou didn't object to it was not enough.

In the eyes of a group of people, Xiaorou and I are undoubtedly a pair. I followed Xiaorou's ass, went in and out in the class of the Department of Economics and Management, went in and out in the library, and went in and out on the same floor of the same canteen. For some very helpless reason, I am Xiaorou's staunchest follower.

It's just that this time there is no king.

It's been half a month since the attempted confession. After a long cold war, we finally sat at the same table.

This time, sitting next to me is Xiaorou.

Brother Long, the boss, happened to be there and personally served a pot of hot fish pot. He saw Liu Xiaonian and his fellow villagers sitting together, and I sat together with Xiaorou, and he began to make fun of it, saying that the hotel could not be opened in the future, so he tore it down and built a wedding temple.

After that, Brother Long went to the kitchen and caught a lot of perilla, so he didn't see our wonderful and inexplicable face-changing stunt.

I said: perilla is better than fish soup. It is delicious.

King haha sneered: What are you showing off? Lu Xiaonian is an expert in eating fish and perilla leaves.

I had to smile embarrassedly and politely.

Xiaorou glared at him, as did Lu Xiaonian and his roommate.

The charcoal fire under the fish pot burns bright red, the sunset glow burns bright red in the sky, and the clouds lining the lake are just as bright red. Everything is passionate, but the atmosphere at the dinner table is very cold.

I used the toilet as an excuse to temporarily leave this battlefield where cold weapons are rampant. When I saw Brother Long smoking by the toilet sink, he also saw me. He spit out a mass of white, opened his mouth and said to me: in this kind of thing, boys should take the initiative and girls should take the initiative. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if it didn't work?

I stood in front of the sink, staring at myself in the mirror, and asked without looking back:

Am I stupid and gullible?

Before Longge could reply, he shook the water drops on his hand and turned back to the table.

The air is still hot. I put my left hand on the king's shoulder, and my right hand took out a coin from my pocket and handed it to him.

I looked the king in the eye and said, I have a choice. You throw this coin, and use its front and back to decide whether your's secret love will continue.

The king nodded unnaturally to stop others from moving.

The thumb and forefinger are buckled together and there is a coin on it. Everyone at this table is staring at the coin in the king's hand except me.

My thumb quit, coins flew, and I picked up a coke and drank it down.

Unexpectedly, waiting for a simple result would be so thrilling. I quietly said to my little soft ear:

The king hasn't said, which side represents continuing or stopping the secret love?

Steaming, the small soft earlobe suddenly turned red, and the body instantly became a little stiff.

The alarm sounded one after another, and the coin was on the opposite side. The king pushed open the coin and sat down.

It would be fun if it was two out of three, three out of five and three out of seven. Maybe it will be more interesting. This is man-made providence, and the result can only be the opposite forever, because I checked it carefully when the king handed me the coin.

Yes, this is man-made providence, and this man is not me, but the king.

The king finally chose to reconcile with me and also chose to fulfill it, although it seems to me that this fulfillment is somewhat puzzling.

But today, everything is clear.

In the eyes of a group of people, Xiaorou and I are undoubtedly a pair. I followed Xiaorou, going in and out in the class of the Department of Economics and Management, going in and out in the library, and going in and out on the same floor of the same canteen.

Sometimes the king will be with us, but where there is a king, there are always other people eating, drinking and having fun in the group.

Later, the king met a girl he liked. They were bored together all day.

As for me and Xiaorou, she has been studying hard and I have been with her. To outsiders, we are undoubtedly a couple, but we still lack some commitments and actions to formally confirm the relationship.

Later, the spring breeze came and stopped, bloom fell and fell in spring, and the grass fragrance began to rise in summer. Xiaorou and I began to share some secrets with each other.

In the end, we still need a ceremony, a light or heavy, or a formal or casual confession ... but we have to say it and formally confirm our relationship.

I said to Xiaorou: Will you go to go to dali in the summer vacation?

Small soft some hesitant nodded his head.

After that, I started working part-time, saving money and making travel plans.

Finally, during the summer vacation, I can finally stand with Xiaorou. In the lobby of the hotel, in the puzzled eyes of the service manager, I took a heroic photo of their ID cards and shouted: Two large single rooms!

In Dali, we went to see the "Stone Forest", which is known as the first wonder in the world. After Xiaorou put on the local national costume, we specially touched the sharp wing on her hat and grinned: Jinmei, are you going to accept my silly black brother now?

Later, I went to Lijiang and watched a national performance party. Then the weather was bad, and the bonfire party that night was cancelled. We're all sorry.

I looked at Xiaorou affectionately: When we graduate, shall we go to see the bonfire party in Lijiang?

Xiaorou opened her mouth and stared at the portrait of Chairman Mao beside the ancient city, letting the noisy traffic filter out my voice.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a little scared. For the first time, I took the initiative to hold Xiaorou's hand, put it in her ear, listened to her heartbeat and asked: Are we together?

Small soft eyes back, staring at my eyes, sipping his lips and nodded hard.

That night, we just bought a room and slept peacefully in the skin of a hypocrite.

The campus graduation season seems to be a curse, which always cuts off the connection between many people. In fact, there are not many important, intimate and pleasant relationships … or the opposite relationship will eventually survive.

So I want to ask Xiaorou to spend the graduation season together, hoping that we can still be happy together at that time, but she seems to disagree.

After the start of the new semester, I am still with Xiaorou, and my time in the Department of Economics and Management is almost catching up with my time in the Department of Information.

Eat, drink, and be merry, or often dine in Longge's Hunan restaurant. Longge always leaves us a seat facing the lake and the window.

There are six boys and six girls. Among the original twelve people, one girl dropped out of school, and the other girl changed her major and changed her dormitory by the way. There are also boys who have changed their majors, but they still hang out with us. Later the king found a girlfriend to fill the vacancy of the girl who dropped out of school.

It is in this atmosphere that Xiaorou and I began to hold hands in public and sprinkle dog food with different flavors through the winds of the four seasons.

As for going to Yunnan together, it's more like a little secret I shared with Xiaorou.

Only in more time, Xiaorou studied as hard as before, so I followed her up and down, in and out of the big classroom under management, in and out of the library, and in and out of the canteen arm in arm when eating.

I asked Xiaorou: Aren't you tired of studying so hard?

Xiaorou's eyes are full of perseverance. Since her junior year, she has been planning the postgraduate entrance examination step by step.

This is a good thing, so I support her very much. Sometimes I even joke that why don't I go to work and work for my girlfriend after graduation? How romantic that sounds.

At this time, Xiaorou always habitually pursed her lips, like a neatly torn wound, with attractive blood flowing.

In fact, I prefer to hear the answer given by Xiaorou: Let's take the postgraduate entrance examination together.

I will be happier this way.

Time flies like a blink of an eye.

After entering the junior year, our respective schoolwork gradually increased, and the time we can spend together gradually decreased. Even the time spent reviewing for the postgraduate entrance examination in the evening is gradually occupied by our respective experimental classes.

But in the eyes of others, we are still lovers in love, but the oppression of our studies has turned us into a pair of bad karma mandarin ducks. The king used this to tease our love, just like walking on the long March.

I looked at him angrily and snorted: Xiaorou is a person who wants to take the postgraduate entrance examination!

So there was a cheerful atmosphere in Longge's restaurant.

Later, everyone was thinking about the internship except those who planned to take the postgraduate entrance examination.

Later dinner, gradually began to become a farewell dinner.

On the table near the lake by the window, all the people talking and laughing disappeared. Obviously, there is still a long time before graduation, but it is inevitable that there will be a sense of bleak.

For the last time, Xiaorou was still in the library. I dragged the king to Longge's restaurant and sat down at a barbecue stall instead.

After a glass of wine, I took out a coin and showed it to the king. I asked him: Do you want to use pros and cons to decide who to give it to tonight?

The king opened his eyes wide and picked up the coin. He took a surprised look and said, why do you have negative patterns on both sides of your coin?

So I smiled coldly: I found it from Xiaorou when I was a sophomore.

-In fact, I found it in Lijiang that night, so I told myself in my heart.

The king didn't react and scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

So I have to remind him bit by bit:

At that time, you told the whole management department that I was chasing Xiaorou, right?

The king's scratching hand froze in midair.

I took a sip of his glass and continued to remind him:

Did you return this coin with only a tail and no head to Xiaorou?

Wang couldn't help but roll his eyes: you are cheap and selling well. It's not good for you to get a beauty routine ~

I shook my head, and finally all the prepared rhetoric turned into a sigh, telling my findings:

The Department of Economic Management has a one-year international exchange program, and Xiaorou's name is on the list.

Finally, the king and his girlfriend will also go out to find an internship. I opened a private room in KTV next to the school and planned to invite Xiaorou to bid farewell together.

The last people invited came, but Xiaorou disappeared.

It took a long time to connect the phone, and there was a long silence on the other end. Finally, I mumbled three words:

I'm sorry

I hung up the phone and someone sent me a photo on WeChat. It was in Lijiang, near a lake called Lashihai. Xiaorou smiled and took photos with some international friends.

When the wind blows low, the horse raises its hoof.

Flowers stretch for several kilometers, and it is the fairyland closest to the sky except Shangri-La.

And I am experiencing endless love.

……

The private room is still quiet, and some people at the dinner table don't know what happened, but driven by the atmosphere, they are still conservative.

Xiaorou, wearing a black trench coat, happily took off her sunglasses and said confidently and frankly, sorry, the company was late for the meeting.

When we meet again, I can't connect this person with the quiet girl before.

I was obviously shocked when I saw it. I looked down at the drunken king and asked in a low voice, didn't you say he wouldn't come?

I can't remember when the party broke up. I only remember that many people came to drink my wine later. Xiaorou, I'm like two strangers.

When I woke up, I was lying in the hotel bed. I left a note on the pillow with my phone number and several messages on it.

A girl once told me that she was most afraid of making a choice, and that was to leave the decision to luck:

For example, pick a flower, tear off its petals to distinguish between single and double, and then decide whether to confess;

For example, flip a coin and use its pros and cons to decide whether the relationship should continue;

Another example is to appoint a specific time, waiting for the fate to meet again in the future;

Or pick a place with beautiful scenery and test whether the other party can find their tracks every time they pass by.

I finally dialed that number, and both sides were calm.

It was not until I mentioned these words and mentioned that I left without saying goodbye that Xiaorou's voice began to choke.

She said: In addition to the above, what she hates more is to hide a precious item silently and wait for an expectant person to find this little surprise in a place she misses most.

In the heart of the person who hides things, you have begun to enter this test; In reality, no one told you that you were fooled by her.

However, luck is not always on your side, so that the precious little surprise becomes unattended and the choice becomes a foregone conclusion.

Listening to the crying on the other end of the phone, I finally began to understand that what she hated was her original self, and I began to cry.

And I am sad that from beginning to end, we have never said goodbye properly.