The director is too flirtatious

I don't know when I fell asleep and woke up curled up and stiff.His face was so dry that it looked like it was about to crack.I slowly straightened my body and lay down on the bed in a large shape.

The memory of last night slowly came to life, and he vaguely remembered that he called the director later.I took a deep breath and quickly picked up the phone. When I saw the call record, my heart suddenly ached.

Turns out I actually called the director...so it wasn't a dream.

I thought it was a dream, otherwise how could the director be so cold?The director said to me last night that there is no more of her and we have broken up.What a terrible thing this is, how hard it is for me to accept.

But, haven't we broken up for a week already?

Has it been a week?Why do I always feel like we haven't broken up yet?And why, I always feel that breaking up is just yesterday?This memory is too chaotic, and mixed with too much unwillingness and bitterness, it always makes me unable to remember clearly.

Yi... Yi...

This name, in the past time, just chanting it like this made my heart throb with joy.But now, every time I see this name, I feel that my heart is pierced, and it is already riddled with holes.

But I still can't help but want to say her name, Yier... Yier... What a nice name.Is she doing well at the branch office?Are you busy with work?Last night I called her after [-] o'clock in a daze, but she still answered, did I wake you up?

This made me blame myself a little bit, and a little bit unspeakably bitter.I couldn't help touching the director's name with my fingers, but it touched the call, and the screen changed to making a call.I was startled, and hung up the phone in a panic, not knowing if I had dialed it.

My heart beat faster, I looked at the phone that I had hung up, and suddenly felt full of ridicule.

What am I doing?Haven't you already broken up?If I behave like this, what is it?Not wanting to think about it anymore, I decided to get up and take a shower.

When I went out, my mother was watching TV in the living room, and my father was busy in the kitchen.When my mother saw me, she said, "Are you awake? Are you dizzy?"

Seeing my mother's concerned face, what came to my heart was not emotion, but a complex feeling with some resentment.It's just that I know better, why should I blame my mother?Obviously, I didn't handle it well, which led to this situation.

I blame my mother, but I blame myself more.And besides blaming myself, there is more powerlessness.

It would not be an exaggeration to describe this moment with a myriad of thoughts, but my face was still calm.I wanted to lose my temper, but I couldn't, so I responded with a muffled sound.

"Come and sit down." Mom patted the sofa next to her.

I walked over and sat down slowly.

A certain dating show was playing on the TV. I didn't pay attention to what the male and female guests were talking about.After carefully looking at my face, my mother had a little hesitation on her face, but she still asked, "It's the big weekend, didn't you invite friends out to play?"

Since the last time we met in the ward, Lan Hui had asked me out, but I refused them all.At this time, I heard my mother ask me, and I glanced at her.What mother said about going out with friends meant she was with Lan Hui, right?She has always liked Lan Hui very much, and wished that Lan Hui and I would be together immediately.

Facing my eyes, my mother seemed a little uneasy, but she calmed down and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You asked me what's wrong?" I suddenly raised my tone of voice, and I couldn't suppress the resentment.But when I said these words, I realized in an instant, what am I doing?

I saw my mother's broken calf from the corner of the corner of the eye, and I suppressed that bit of resentment again.I let out a breath slowly and said, "It's nothing, I just don't want to go out."

In fact, why can't my mother feel my resentment?Since my mother was discharged from the hospital, although I have lived at home every day, I have said very little.The atmosphere between mother and daughter was always stiff, and Dad sometimes tried to ease it, but it didn't work either.

Seeing me like this, my mother had a little sadness on her face. She endured and endured, as if she couldn't bear it anymore, and finally said the words, "Why do you treat me like an enemy? Will it still hurt you?"

When I heard my mother say this, my heart still hurt a bit.Even today, when I face my mother's eyes full of tears, I am still extremely sad.

At this point, what's the use of talking harshly?Nothing changes, does it?I thought of this sadly, and softened my tone a little, "Mom, I didn't treat you as an enemy."

"If not, why don't you want to say a word to me?" Mom wiped her tears with the back of her hand, "Didn't you like talking to me before? You would tell me anything..."

When I heard my mother talk like this, I felt even more desolate, and I tried my best to show a smile, "It's nothing, don't think so much."

Dear mother, can't you see?We simply can't go back.From the day I came out, from the day I broke up with the director, there was no going back.

But it's not that you can't see it, you just want me to change.You long for everything to go back to before you came out, and I am still your well-behaved and sensible daughter, obeying your arrangements.

Exhausted, I don't want to say another word of resistance to my mother. The worst situation has already happened, and it doesn't matter what happens again.

Seeing this, my mother sighed and stopped talking.Dad came out of the kitchen, and when he saw our mother and daughter together, he smiled, "Yinian, I made a bowl of ginger soup, go drink it, sober up."

"Well, thank you Dad." I didn't want to sit alone with my mother and had nothing to say, so I also got up and went to the kitchen to drink ginger soup.Inside, I vaguely heard my father asking, "What's going on?"

"Old Xu, would I still harm her? Why did she treat me like this? Don't all mothers want to be good for their daughters?"

My father comforted my mother in a low voice, and when I heard this, I closed my eyes exhausted.After finishing the ginger soup in one gulp, I went out and said to them, "Dad, Mom, I still have some work to do, so I'm going back to my room."

Dad nodded, while Mom turned her face away and secretly wiped her tears.I felt distressed when I saw it, but after thinking about it, I went back to the room without saying anything.

When I lay on the bed again, I was still a little uncomfortable.Unwilling to immerse myself in this feeling, I swiped Weibo and Moments.I just swiped around and found that I still didn't see anything.

The group chats in the design group 5 became lively one after another. After drinking too much last night, everyone woke up today, and they are still discussing whether to make an appointment to watch a movie today.

They didn't know what they were talking about, but they suddenly mentioned the director. I was very sensitive to these two words, and I caught it right away.

Dirty woman: [The director has gone to the branch office, and I can no longer see Yu Jie's boss, so sad. 】

Xiaoqi: [That's right, although the director is scary, when I see her, I feel very happy. 】

A Biao: [It's over, the two above, you can't bend, right?The director belongs to Miss Nian, don't even think about it. 】

The dirty woman: [What is bent?I am appreciating beautiful things, the director is so good, and don't I know that the director belongs to sister Nian? 】

Xiaoqi: [By the way, Miss Nian, is this a fragment?Haven't woken up yet? 】

I couldn't see clearly what they said later, my eyes stayed in the sentence they said that the director belonged to me, and I couldn't bear to blink.

Everyone has noticed the intimacy between me and the director, but it's just that I don't think about it.Occasionally they would make a joke, saying that the director is mine. In fact, in the past, the director was indeed mine, right?

Only not now...she's not mine anymore.

My eyes were gradually covered with tears. Realizing this, I quickly wiped away the tears, unwilling to shed any more tears.I was afraid that if I kept crying like this, my eyes would go blind.

I was lying on the bed and fell asleep without knowing it.It's just that he still slept very unsteadily, and at the end he vaguely heard voices outside.

I was woken up and looked at the time in a daze. When I picked up the phone, my father sent me a WeChat message saying that a guest was coming, asking me to tidy up before leaving the room.

It was impossible for me to stay in the room all the time when a guest came, so I washed my face, tidied up a bit, and then opened the door of the room.

In the living room, Mom was talking to a middle-aged woman while Dad sat watching TV.Seeing me coming out, the aunt looked over and said with a smile, "Yinian woke up?"

I don't know this aunt, but seeing her greet me, I smiled, "Hello, aunt."

Auntie smiled very happily. After looking at me calmly, she beckoned me to sit down. I took two steps and unexpectedly found that there was another person outside the balcony.

Lan Hui was standing on the balcony. He leaned on the fence and looked down at the scenery. He turned his head when he heard the voice inside, and waved to me when he saw me.

Why is Lan Hui here?I frowned suspiciously, and nodded to him in greeting.I walked over and sat next to my mother, and quickly figured out the reason from what they said. It turned out that this strange aunt was Lan Hui's aunt. My mother knew his aunt, so she introduced the two of us together at that time. for the sake.

I listened to this aunt's coming and going about the children's problems in the family, and kept asking about my situation, and I felt a little bored.Looking outside the balcony from the corner of the eye, Lan Hui raised his eyebrows at me, and hooked his hands at the place next to him.

I understood what he meant. Compared with being nagged, it is obviously more free to go out on the balcony.So I smiled and said to my aunt: "Auntie, you talk to my mother, and I'll go talk to Lan Hui."

My mother heard that I took the initiative to talk to Lan Hui, looked at each other with my aunt, smiled even more happily, and waved me over again and again.

When I stepped out of the balcony, Lan Hui still smiled and winked at me, "Did you get impatient by being told?"

I shook my head helplessly, stood one meter away from him, and said, "My mother's words are almost like these, and my ears are calloused."

"Just listen to this kind of thing." Lan Hui leaned on the fence and looked outside lazily, "The weather is good today, not so hot, with a bit of wind blowing, suitable for going out to play. Such a good time, you actually slept It's now."

Facing his teasing, I slightly hooked the corners of my lips, "I'm dying, I don't want to go out."

"Always exercise more, even if you are in a bad mood, you will feel better after exercising." Lan Hui can actually see that I am in a normal mood, "At least I don't have to think about other things when exercising. It’s also easier to fall asleep.”

What Lan Hui said makes sense, when you have nothing to do, it is always easier to get into a dead end.It's not that I don't know this truth, it's just that I used work to replace it before, and now I hear him talk about it, and I feel that I can't go on like this.

I nodded, and just about to say something, I heard Lan Hui say, "Are you interested in playing badminton with me?"

I frowned and wanted to refuse, but Lan Hui said again, "It's just like a friend inviting you to play badminton. It shouldn't be too much, right?"

When Lan Hui mentioned this, I didn't know how to refuse.Looking back into the living room, although my mother was talking with my aunt, she still looked at me from the corner of the eye.When we looked at each other, my mother looked a little pleading.

It really is... If I don't try it, will my mother refuse to give up?

I'm upset, but I don't want to continue arguing with my mother, so let's play basketball, anyway, I have lost the director, and who is not funny?

So I nodded, "Well, if you're free, let's make an appointment to play."

Lan Hui smiled extremely brightly, "Well, I will contact you on WeChat at that time."

The author has something to say: You... hold on, and you will pass. (The fake author who is tortured and cried every day by his own writing calls out affectionately)