the city I love

When she is free, Wen Le likes to come to the top floor. Someone put potted plants on the top floor. They are cute and succulent, standing there chubby facing the wind.A few chairs were placed on the roof, and large parasols were erected.He would sit down and smoke a cigarette slowly.

This is a very bustling city, and everyone lives such a busy life, it seems that as long as you relax, you will never be able to catch up with the times.Every day I was so tired that I went back to the residence and could only force myself to take a shower and then fell asleep, only to be woken up by the alarm clock on time the next day.He was so busy that he seemed to have forgotten the past...

One day, when Wen Le went up again, he found that someone was already one step ahead of him.The man was sitting on a chair, wearing whitish jeans, very thin, the trousers looked a little empty, his complexion was a little pale, with prominent jawbones, but his eyes were very bright.There was a book by his hand, probably worn out badly, and the owner wrapped it in a thick book cover, and it could be seen that the owner cherished it very much. On the table on the left was a paper cup, which was full of water-soaked books. cigarette butts.Seeing him coming, the man nodded politely at him and smiled kindly.

Wen Le knew that Zhang Chu from the design department was always very silent.I saw him once at a party last month, always standing in the corner, drinking restrainedly, the manager recognized his professional ability and patted him on the shoulder very pleased.He stood up straight, bowed his head and smiled.Some people didn't like him, and on the surface, under the banner of exchanging feelings between colleagues, they held a cup and forced him to drink.Someone who couldn't see the past came to smooth things over, and his expression was always smiling, as if he had a generous understanding.Wen Le felt that he didn't care about anything.

Such a person is always lonely.Other colleagues know him and remember him, but they always feel that he is too withdrawn, so they don't plan to have a close friendship.In this world, just in this building, there are so many people living in a hurry, and they have little time to make a friend.They only need to have a partner who can drink when they are feasting and feasting. It is too tiring to give affection and life is too tiring.

Seeing Zhang Chu standing up, Wen Le said to him in a gentle tone, "Can we sit together for a while?"

After a little hesitation, he walked over.

"I always see you when I come here." After sitting quietly for a while, Zhang Chu said first, "Then I always want to get to know you."

Wen Le narrowed his eyes: "Why?"

"I don't know." He laughed, "I always feel that you make me feel familiar."

"Call me Wenle," he said

"My name is Zhang Chu"

Wen Le wanted to say that I know who you are, but he didn't say anything.After all, Zhang Chu may not want to recall that experience very much.

At that party, I saw him for the first time in that noisy private room. He sat quietly in the corner, smiling and watching other people's hoarse karaoke.He knew that this person had been alone for too long.From inadvertent movements, slightly drooping eyes and brows, a smile that doesn't reach the bottom of the eyes, to the gesture of drinking.I know... Only those who have buried a deep story in their hearts will have such sadness. You don't need to express it deliberately, just a look will tell that he is not happy...

Later, when he came out to go to the toilet, the inside was quieter than the outside, and he could not hear the invasion and harassment of his ears by heavy metal.There is still a faint smell of incense in the air, better than where he lives.

Quietly smoking a cigarette in the toilet cubicle, there was a very gentle voice next door, probably calling someone he likes, the gentle and soothing tone contained joy that could not be concealed.

"No, didn't drink too much"...

"It's all good, I've already put on my down jacket"...

"I think... are you... okay"...

"How do you feel"...

"Take your medicine obediently"...

"You... are all doing well"

"Understood, I will remember to eat dumplings"...

“I will not go back after Chinese New Year”

"Okay...you go and see her, my colleague is calling me"

In the end, the voice became very low, and the other end of the phone seemed to hang up in a hurry. After a long, long silence, he heard the person say:

"Did you see it's snowing"

Outside this building is a very large and prosperous commercial street. It is brightly lit at the moment. When he came in, he saw snowflakes floating outside. It was disturbing, and it always stirred up the mood of foreigners. Another year is coming to an end.

And he, in a small toilet cubicle, listened to those few conversations, as if he had heard the story of that person's life.