I really want you to be my ex

In the midsummer of 2011, Bian Cha wantonly enjoyed the last summer vacation before university, playing around to his heart's content.Even if she was admitted to a pheasant university in city A, she had to rely on her family to pay a lot of money, so she didn't have any pressure.

On the eve of the college entrance examination, she was forced to attend remedial classes.Originally looking resentful, he was sent by his father, but he immediately fell in love with the head teacher who manages the class.Bian Cha gave full play to his self-aware nature, and quickly learned the basic information about this person.

Mi Yang, 25 years old, is a graduate student who works part-time here.He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he speaks in a gentle manner, which is easy to win the favor of girls.

Of course, it includes Biancha, which is not deeply involved in the world.

Soon she fell into the so-called charisma of this man, fascinated by it like a prey caught in a spider's web.struggle?She doesn't want to.Skipped class, dated, fell in sweet first love.

After the college entrance examination in a daze, Mi Yang took her to travel around the scenic spots.At that time, she thought it was good for her, but she forgot that if a person cared about you, how could he take you to indulge when you were standing at the crossroads of life choices——during the college entrance examination?

In the Rumo scenery of the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, she forgot the teachings of her parents and the many examples she saw on the Internet.

Several years later, Bian Cha had to admit that even though Mi Yang was a scumbag and kept the fact that he had a fiancée, he still knew how to use a trick so as not to cause trouble for each other.

Throughout the summer vacation, I was excited and intoxicated while drinking tea—indulging in the joy of fish and water for the first time, thinking that happiness is within easy reach.Mi Yang is very good at pleasing girls, she likes pets, so he bought her a puppy.She likes flowers, and every time she sees her, she will hold roses—sometimes a handful, sometimes several.The boss said that there are 99 flowers in a handful, but the side tea is full of stars, and he has never counted it. If Mi Yang spends so much money, will he really get the flowers he deserves?

When Bian Cha got on the train to City A, Mi Yang also came to see her off.

"Xiaocha, take good care of yourself." Mi Yang rubbed her bangs and smiled.

So Bian Cha also laughed, regardless of kissing her outside the train station, regardless of the sparks that almost burst out from his father's eyes.

She thought that a long-distance relationship was nothing, but on the second day after arriving, she received a text message from Mi Yang.

"I'm getting married, no see."

I wanted to study hard at first, but after four years of postgraduate entrance examination, I caught up with Mi Yang's footsteps, in exchange for this sentence.Bian Cha went crazy and tried to call Mi Yang, but he never got through.She gritted her teeth and went home secretly, only to find that Mi Yang had left the rented house and disappeared completely.

When she returned to school in a daze, she stayed in the dormitory and was unwilling to go out.After passing the freshman military training, he quickly pulled the net and started playing games.Bian Cha felt that she was such a fool, she couldn't tell what was good from bad, so she simply didn't think about it.

When you run out of money, call and ask for it, and when you're hungry, go downstairs to buy it.Not long after, Bian Cha got tired of this kind of life, so he shared a house with others outside the school.There are two bedrooms and one living room. The master bedroom next door is a couple who are playing and singing almost every night, making tea distracted by the noise.

But she didn't want to move away, probably because the boy looks a lot like Mi Yang.

Drinking tea and not interested in studying, playing games during the day and going to nightclubs at night.If he wanted to describe his life in the past two months, Bian Cha could only find one word in his limited literary knowledge—random.

Everything is messy, status, mood, people, and private life.

Before going there, she only had a vague idea of ​​what a nightclub was.But on the first night, Bian Cha completely understood.Drunken, she squandered the money in her pocket, anesthetized herself with countless beautiful cocktails, immersed in the satisfaction brought by alcohol, and didn't care who was sleeping next to her at night.

No shame.

Anyway, I woke up the next day, rubbed my eyes and tidied my hair, and went out, no one recognized anyone.So remember what to do?

To be happy in life is to be happy, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon.Who wrote this poem, Bian Cha can't remember.But the word "Jinhuan" is now engraved in her heart.

What a damn good poem!

Playing games while drinking tea, and cursing in my heart while drinking.

The couple next door began to cadence again.It is not convenient for Bian Cha to go out to the nightclub today, so he had to stay at home and endure this torture.

She cursed in the game: "Damn, the neighbor next door is really, I don't know, I thought she was a chicken!"

"Maybe she's a chicken, or the kind who doesn't want money." Someone replied, with a cheap and ruffian air.

Bian Cha thought this person's words were interesting, so he chatted with him or her.After turning on the microphone, I realized that this person was a woman.

She is also frank, bluntly said: "I like women."

Bian Cha raised her eyebrows in front of the computer screen, drank half a can of beer, and finished eating the last piece of duck neck. She remembered that when she woke up a while ago, the person lying next to her was a girl with good features.

She vaguely remembered that she was very hi that night, and she forgot about her gender.What's more, sometimes she can't tell whether these people are men or women, so she doesn't care about it.

At that time, when she first came into contact with this group, she thought that all the pulls were of that type—one with black hair and long straight hair, and the other with short and handsome hair.

After a long time, when she met Zhang Ran, she realized that it was just a young man chasing fashion.

Going back to the winter of 2011, there was no Zhang Ran at that time, and there was no later gray time.Sitting on the plane, Bian Cha recalled, it seemed that during this time, she was confused, and she also had the happiness of her short-term anesthesia.

In winter in City A, it's twenty degrees below zero.Biancha, a southerner, has never seen such heavy snow.The first time it snowed, she ran downstairs to play until midnight with excitement.When I got home, there was finally no sound next door.

Shocked all over from the cold, Bian Cha was so excited that he couldn't sleep.Nothing else, she had to curl up under the covers and play games.

Rare, that interesting person is online.So they chatted until dawn, and after she asked for Biancha's phone and WeChat, Biancha gave her all without saying a word.

After chatting occasionally, Bian Cha knew that her name was Jiang Zilu, who was four years older than her, but only in her third year of junior high.

Bian Cha never thought much about it, but gradually accumulated good feelings.Even though the two had never met, they became increasingly close.

On 12/25/2011, on Christmas Eve, I went to the nightclub I frequented to have a carnival while drinking tea.Amidst the deafening music and crazy dancing, while drinking tea, holding a beer bottle, a wanton smile bloomed from the corner of his mouth.

She was grabbed by the shoulders from behind, and she turned her head in a daze. Through the green bottle of Carlsberg, she saw a slightly fat person, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, with very small and thin lips.

She leaned close to Bian Cha's ear and shouted loudly: "Hey, Bian Cha, I've caught you!"

Bian Cha continued to laugh, alcohol made her reaction extremely slow, and Bian Cha didn't realize it until the two walked into the snowflakes all over the sky, isn't this Jiang Zilu in the game?

On a cold winter night, Bian Cha suddenly felt warm and lucky.

Just as those messy philosophers said, it's just feeling and thinking.

The author has something to say: the two timelines are updated interspersed.Just sauce.If you don't understand, you can ask questions.