drifting dreams broken heart

"That's right, it's not easy to find a satisfactory job now, so I'm also a little scared."

"If you expected that the job you went back to find would not be too satisfying, it's too late to regret it now. It's just a long-distance relationship. You always feel like you're putting all your eggs in one basket."

"That's not true. I'm very clear-headed. I just want to give him a chance to taste happiness."

After saying that, Ling raised his elbows to support his chin, tapped the rim of the cup lightly with his fingertips, stared blankly at the only two pieces of tofu left at the bottom of the plate, then picked up the chopsticks and placed them neatly together.

"So I also understand in my heart that the treatment in the next job will probably not be as good as this, but I told myself that I would be happy to go to the street to sell steamed dumplings every day if I could be with him."

There was a couple selling breakfast at the street corner, and I would buy some to take with me on the way to work. Their steamed dumplings accompanied me through many sluggish mornings.

"Being with the person you like is more important than anything else. I appreciate that you know what you want and are brave enough to make your own choices."

"Hey, it's not as great as you said. I just want to make myself feel at ease. No one knows what will happen in the future. I can think of following my heart as much as possible in the time when I can still dominate. The most meaningful thing."

"It feels like talking to a philosopher, my little brother has been taught." The mouse filled the wine glass and looked at her intently.

"Cut, nonsense." Ling glared at Shu, and stuffed the watermelon slices into his mouth.

"But let me tell you, today is the happiest day I've been working. Don't look at me not responding. I'm pretending to be calm, but I'm actually very guilty."

"If you want me to say, tomorrow will be your happiest day."

Ling threw the watermelon rind into the plate, crossed his arms on the table, and looked at the mouse with complete satisfaction.

"If you don't say it, we are still friends."

After the table broke up, they went to a small bar.The rat also drank a lot, and his head became dizzy, his neck seemed as soft as a rubber band, but his limbs were heavy, as if they had been filled with lead.Changing the entertainment place, the types of drinking are naturally different.

But for Rat, drinking is the same wherever it is, and it is still repeating the same loneliness, but the most important thing is who is drinking.The Rat sat there, struggling to maintain its fragile sanity. After drinking the Mojito, there was Jim Beam whiskey. Their existence allowed the Rat to ignore the pain during a short paralysis or amplify its perception under strong stimulation.And the mouse told himself that what should be done now is to drink one bottle after another to get the loneliness drunk and drink it down.

Shu looked at the people in front of him and felt familiar, but what they said seemed to be true.Although there is a slight resistance, it is understandable to listen to them tell some funny stories or seek sympathy by laughing at themselves.In the face of this situation, others will call him grandstanding, while the rat will call him vulnerable.

After sending Ling back to the dormitory, Shu was left alone.Since the desire to go back to sleep is not too strong, he intends to take a walk outside.Since the bar was too close to the residence, the mouse deliberately made a large circle to increase the length of the return journey.Having just escaped from two noisy parties, walking alone on the road, Shu suddenly wanted to take a walk under the moonlight with the person he liked.But instead of saying that, it's better to just say that the mouse met several couples on the road.

Of course, at this moment, such a person does not exist for him, so he can only use his imagination to fabricate her general appearance.But no matter how he escaped his thoughts, Mo Bai's figure still occupied his mind and couldn't get rid of it.The Rat readily accepted this reality and even had a little bit of joy.Then Shu divided most of his feelings and thoughts with her, imagining that Mo Bai was by his side, with the same facial features and looks as before.Shu took her by the hand and walked side by side under the moonlight. He looked calm on the surface, but there was a wave of turmoil in his heart.There was no verbal communication between the two, just indulgent desires wandering around her fingertips.In fact, the mouse has dreamed of Mo Bai more than once in his dreams. There is no doubt that he misses Mo Bai very much, but it doesn't sound meaningful.After four years in college, Shu has begun to get used to living without her, but he doesn't like this kind of life, and Mo Bai should have adapted to the current state, Shu feels that he really doesn't have the courage to disturb other people's happiness.

The night was like a writing brush full of black ink continuously squeezing out more and more diffuse spots on the rice paper. The black ink was close at hand, but her image became blurred. The mouse looked at her, but did not say a word after all.