roses and lilies

Friends often say that I am a boring person, and I have feelings for this.

Most people have a pretty good impression of me when they first meet me, but after getting along for a long time, they feel that this person is nothing, boring, and boring.

My family is also troubled by this. They are all in their 20s and don’t have a girlfriend yet, but the second elder is very anxious. When my mother meets neighbors in the neighborhood, she asks them to see if there is a suitable one for me.

These uncles, aunts, aunts, aunts, aunts, and elder sisters all gave my mother enough face, and they promised not to say anything, and they all said it was on them.

But I still feel that something is wrong. Although I would like to accept everyone's love, the law does not allow it.

How can monogamy be an exception? If all the girls introduced by these people are interested in me and I am interested in them, wouldn't it be that I have to face a major decision and bear the sadness of parting!

Mom, mom, why are you giving me so many problems? Even though you want to have a grandson, you didn't spread the noodles so wide!

Under the urging of my family in every possible way, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to see another girl.

I feel extremely numb and boring for the introduction meeting without any emotional basis. Every time it is like completing the task assigned by the family.

I coaxed every little girl I met very happily, and at the end I didn't forget to record the other party's mobile phone number.

After sending people away for a while, I went home bored, and every time I went back, I had to give a series of explanations to my family.

Talk about how excellent they are, and why I am not worthy of them.

After doing ideological work to communicate with the family, the girl's number was deleted, and the girl gave up if she couldn't answer the phone for a few days.

If you encounter someone who is infatuated, call me, and refuse in a tactful tone, as the saying goes, "I have just finished the ideological work of the "family", and I have to do the ideological work of the "others."

This repetitive process is really depressing.This kind of mentality is indeed somewhat negative, and the reason goes back to the unforgettable first love. Listening to the beautiful melody of Teresa Teng's "Unforgettable First Lover", I fell deeply into the beautiful memories of the first love.

The night just fell that day, when people were sitting around at home for dinner, I had already prepared everything, and finally I did not forget to put the last look in front of the big mirror at home.

I saw in the mirror that I was wearing a black suit, a white shirt with floral flowers under the collar, and a purple tie. My hair was in a typical three-quarter split, and three thousand strands of trouble silk were baptized by my half bottle of moisturizing mousse. , Clinging tightly to the scalp, for fear that I will abandon them when I get excited.

At this time, someone at the door waved his hand through the window, signaling to hurry up.

At first glance, it was none other than the neighbor Aunt Zhang, and the mother immediately used code words combined with body language to indicate that she would come soon.

It looks like the underground workers are performing tasks, for fear that the enemy will find out.

I followed my mother and tiptoed to the gate.

In the dark night, under the bright moonlight, Aunt Zhang pedaled a scooter and led the way.

I was riding a new bicycle I just bought not long ago, and followed the "Old Man under the Moon".

After passing several streets and turning several turns, the old man finally spoke: "Xiao Wen, our two neighbors have been neighbors for so many years, and I know what your parents are like.

I think what kind of parents there are what kind of children, you must not be wrong.

The one I’m taking you to meet today is a distant relative of mine, probably my granddaughter. His father passed away early and died of cancer when she was five years old.

Her mother raised her alone, and the mother and daughter depended on each other for life. On the one hand, they enjoyed government welfare allowances, and with the support of relatives, they managed to get by.

Whenever I have free time, I will go to see them. As long as my old bones can help them with some things, I will definitely do my best to help them.

In a blink of an eye, my granddaughter is also in her twenties, and her mother has lost her mind about talking to her. If nothing else, she is afraid that her daughter will be wronged and bullied.

I want to find someone who knows everything about her. Of course, my words are not meant to make you feel sympathetic to her. After all, the person I'm talking about is a matter between two people, and I'm just acting as a matchmaker.

After we really met, how we will go on in the future depends on the spirit of both of you.

Don't force yourself. If you feel inappropriate, tell me afterwards. Of course, if you are embarrassed to tell me, you can also tell your mother.Then follow your heart. "

Hearing what the old man said, I had already sketched a rough image of this girl in my mind.

Subconsciously, I felt an indescribable depression, but on the surface, I still exchanged a few words: "Ma'am, don't worry, I will never let down your trust in me. For me, you have to worry a lot. Whether it works or not, I will be very grateful to you."

I could see that my aunt was happy from the bottom of her heart after hearing these words, and she had a knowing smile on her face, but there was a faint bitterness buried in my heart.

The aunt's scooter stopped in a group of buildings in a community. The environment of the community is good, surrounded by flower gardens. If it is not cold, there must be many people enjoying the shade by the flower garden.

"Xiaowen, wait outside for a while, I'll tell her to come out."

The back of the aunt gradually disappeared into the cave, and I felt uneasy, wondering what kind of type this girl would be, active, quiet, avant-garde or dignified. Of course I hope she is both beautiful and honest, preferably the kind Obedient girl type.

After a while, two figures faintly came out of the building and walked in my direction. I concluded that it should be them, and my heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

The figure gradually became clearer, and beside the aunt was a girl with short hair.

With a square face, high nasal bone, dark and bright eyes, crystal clear and divine, showing a strange brilliance, the slightly upturned mouth is covered with a touch of lipstick, showing her charming and gentle, slightly lightly dressed face, With a slender figure, a tight-fitting all-black professional attire, black high-waisted leather shoes, walking with a standard professional pace and staring at me.

Show a pleasant smile slightly.I was a little embarrassed, but she stepped forward generously and made a gesture of shaking my hand, "Hello! Nice to meet you."

I subconsciously held that delicate little hand gently, for fear that the juice would come out if I held it too tightly, "Hello! Me too!"

All the previous speculations about the hypothetical scenes when meeting her for the first time were all shelved one by one, and replaced by a scene similar to a negotiation with a client in the workplace.This made me feel slightly awkward and unnatural.

We walked along a path beside the community, she was very talkative, talking and laughing along the way, and I followed suit.

When I talked about her work, study, life, etc., I just talked about it in general, but it is not difficult to see that she is a girl who is full of hope for life, and although I am not a person who is easily infected, I am active here. The atmosphere still makes me feel surprised and intoxicated.

She is one year younger than me, and she majored in secretarial affairs. She was assigned to write manuscripts in the office just after graduating from college, but soon she couldn't adapt to the quiet life of Qingshui yamen in the office.

Although she is very stable and comfortable, she lacks the youthful passion of struggle. She hates this decadent life of being content with the status quo. She likes to roam, like waves, and prefers an unrestrained life. She told me that she is a Sagittarius.

Our first date passed by in a hurry while chatting and laughing with each other. She looked at her watch subconsciously, but before she spoke, I comprehended and said: "It's late, I'll take you back." She smiled nodding.

The evening wind blows, and I feel a little cool. The silent night and the hazy moonlight set off the two originally youthful shadows in a mottled and indistinct manner.

In this situation, this girl is both obsessed and intoxicated. Just when I was proud of the girl’s obsession and intoxication, her mobile phone rang. The music is "Two Butterflies", which is more popular nowadays. The sounds of nature add a little tenderness to this autumn night.

She took out her mobile phone from her bag, pressed the answer button, and started talking. She was very excited. I guess it must be a bosom friend of hers, but girls are very modest. It's hard to say that the arrangement is good, and I deliberately leave a cheerful impression on me.

She hung up after exchanging pleasantries with her friend, and said apologetically, "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

"Is that your friend?" I asked curiously.

She hesitated for a moment. "Yes, they are usually very good friends. They often talk on the phone and go shopping together on weekends."

"Oh, girls usually like shopping, don't they?"

"Yes"

"Well, I'm just going to buy two sets of casual clothes. If you are free next Sunday, call your friends and let's go together. How about trying your eyesight?"

"Okay!" She laughed again, and when she smiled, she always liked to brush her short hair that reached to the brows behind her ears.

Girls' hair is often more attractive, but the stereotypical long hair all over the street makes people feel too boring and monotonous.Meeting a girl with short hair by chance will give people a new look.

In order to facilitate the next contact, we will inform each other of each other's contact information.

Not far away, we saw Mrs. Zhang smiling at us knowingly, her smile was so hearty and kind, and her smile moved people. It was a kind of expectation. I knew what she was expecting in her heart. Why was it not what I expected?