Long time no see Tan Zhao

Back then, Dr. Zhao was not Dr. Zhao, not the director of orthopedics, not an urban elite who relied on clubbing to relax, but Zhao Qiping.

The old Tan back then was not old Tan, not the middle-aged fat man who had a successful career surrounded by handsome men and women, but Tan Zongming.

Back then, it was just two young people who suddenly met among strange people in a strange country.One is a doctoral student who is about to graduate, and the other is a freshman who has just started a business.That's how we met.

Hello, a cup of coffee.

Hello, a cup of coffee.

Smile at each other.

Sit down and talk, there is plenty of time after all.

Therefore, Tan Zongming and Zhao Qiping are often in the same place, drinking afternoon tea, and chatting about irrelevant topics. Although medicine and business are far apart, in any sense, the two of them have a tacit understanding, no matter what Zhao Qiping's words are very interesting. No matter what the topic is, Tan Zongming's conclusions are always sharp and to the point.

Later, the two rented a house.

Later, the two bought various things.

Later, Tan Zongming's business got better and better, he had more and more entertainments, he came back later and later, and the communication between the two became less and less.

Later, we talked a few times and quarreled once.

Later, Zhao Qiping moved out.

After that, Zhao Qiping returned home quickly.

After that, there was no contact.

It turns out that it is so easy for a person to disappear?It turns out that neither of them really walked into each other.If you want to get away, go away, don't take a little, don't leave a trace.

Tan Zongming, who couldn't get in touch with Zhao Qiping, got bigger and bigger, and with Yingying and Yanyan around him, he couldn't get back his original palpitations.

Zhao Qiping returned to China with emotional injuries invisible to others, and lived alone. All the friends around him thought he was easy to get along with, but they all knew that no one could get in his heart, and it was covered in dust.

The author has something to say:

The first time I came to Jinjiang, I was groping my way.