Xinhua Road

After dinner, I took a shower in the bathhouse of my work unit. I looked at my half-aged face in the mirror. Although I still had a little bit of beauty, I was still an old beauty. The years had carved a few knives on my face. Mao's appearance.Thinking of the short dinner at noon, and that interesting profiteer, I sighed long and my heart gradually filled with inexplicable melancholy.He saw me so ugly today, he will definitely never give me likes and comments again.I don't know why I have such worries, and why the chance encounter makes me feel that there is an unfinished plot lingering in my heart.I have never had the feeling of being friends at first sight, as if I have known each other for a long time, but the story in the middle has been forgotten by me.

Back at the office, I was busy with work all afternoon. I really can’t remember what work I was busy with, because I was doing my own work, and I was still thinking about the "profiteer" in my head.I have been regretting why he is so talented and why he wants to do business. It seems that only teaching and educating people can match him. (Remark, don’t be attacked by all businessmen because of my personal opinion, because I clearly know that not all businessmen are profiteers)

The next day, I participated in a thank-you meeting for a scenic spot. When I was bored, I turned on my mobile phone and looked at the Moments of Dreams.After going all the way, I suddenly found that I can see from the beginning to the end, instead of setting a limit of half a year.I couldn't help but chuckle, it turned out that he is not a disciple who only cares about his appearance.When I saw a small video that said: "Turning mountains and rivers to Buddhist pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you in this life".I couldn't help but leave a message: I actually saw Cangyang Gyatso's poems, does this lift the ban for me?

He quickly replied: Well, don't you want to see it?Let you see enough.

I really read enough, I read all the four-year-long circle of friends.This is the first time I have carefully looked at a person's circle of friends from beginning to end. It is not how attractive this "profiteer" is to me.It's that there are a lot of poems in his circle of friends. I don't have much admiration for how much money a person has. For a person, especially a man who understands poems, that is honeydew obsession.

In the following days, when my affection for him doubled, I found that he hadn't liked my circle of friends for two or three days. This is not his usual style.After guessing all kinds of guesses, my heart is finally not calm.

One morning, I took the initiative to send him a WeChat message.

Me: are you okay?After that message was sent, I was very nervous, wondering if he would reply, but fortunately, he replied in a timely manner, and I couldn't help but secretly heave a sigh of relief.

Dream: Why do you ask that?

Me: A person who gave me likes and comments every day suddenly disappeared, and I offer my condolences.

Meng: Hehe, thank you, I've been a little busy recently.

Me: I thought it caused you a family conflict?

Dream: How do you think about family conflicts?

Me: I have done it before.

Dream: Come and listen.

I roughly told him about a passage that someone liked and commented on me every day, and later let his wife know about it, and asked me what was the relationship.I also talked about a person reading some information about helping the poor forwarded by my circle of friends, and then buying everything to give me.Because that person bought a lot of fruits, rice, millet and hens.At that time, I thought that the fruit could be collected a little bit, but where should I put the hen for me?Do you want to make the family go crazy?

Dream heard me talking about the stalk of the hen, and sent several grinning expressions.Then I posted a photo of drinking tea, and I saw a pair of vases in the photo, one red and one green are very beautiful, like plum vases, slim and elegant.

I said to him unceremoniously: I like that pair of vases very much, where did I buy them?He said he bought it for less than 100 yuan at the flower market.I wanted him to cut it off, but he didn't agree, saying that it would be empty after cutting it off, and asked me to exchange things.I told him that I also have a vase, which is handmade pottery.That vase was given to me by a customer who has been on WeChat for a long time. He has been quietly in my WeChat for more than half a year and has never contacted him. He probably had a brain cramp that day. A circle of friends with a bitter heart sent me a box of fruit and a vase by the way.

Dream said, there is no truth without photos.I said the vase was at home, and the work unit only had a bergamot hand brought back from Lingshan, and he asked for a picture with the truth. I thought that this profiteer must have been deceived, and he didn't believe what people said, only his own eyes.So I took a picture and sent him a picture, and he immediately sent a picture of a little monk tea pet.I looked at the little monk and said to Meng: "That little monk is not good-looking."

Dream: why?

Me: I have a look of lovelessness.

Dream: The little monk has just entered Buddhism, so it is inevitable that he will not be able to break away from the world of mortals.

Me: What is the world of mortals, tell me about it.

Dream: Eating, drinking and lassing, wanting to get rid of difficulties is the world of mortals.

Me: This is the first time I saw such an easy-to-understand explanation. It seems that you have an epiphany.

Dream: Zen only talks about "sudden enlightenment".

Me: Do you still study Buddhism?

Dream: I read all kinds of books.

In an instant, stacks of books that reach the sky are floating in front of my eyes, and he is like the boiler-burning grandfather in "Spirited Away", with many arms, flipping through the books from the sky.That picture made me out of breath from laughing, and I asked him what books he had, and he took a photo for me, and I saw a copy of "The Count of Monte Cristo" among several books.He told me that's all there is in the store, and the rest are at home.

Two minutes later, the book appeared in my e-book. I have an extremely fanatical love for foreign literature, especially those that describe human thoughts in a nuanced and bloody way.

I paused my conversation with the dream and plunged headlong into the story of The Count of Monte Cristo.Singing about Downers' pitiful and pathetic life.

The time of reading can make you forget all the glitz in the world, and stop thinking about the boundless life in this world. The world in the book will rinse your soul spotless, and the charm of words will make people shine even more.

At night, my soul was feeling the horrible life of Donnas through the screen of my mobile phone. Meng sent a message, asking me what I was doing?I went back to him, watching "The Count of Monte Cristo".He returned three grinning faces.I told him that when I saw the book in the picture I sent, I couldn't help but downloaded it.I don't remember what we talked about afterwards, because the chat records were lost, I can only recall so far.