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He thought about that Sunday morning two weeks ago.

Back then, his life was pretty good.

That morning, after eating simple baked eggs and muffins, his wife put a pot of freshly brewed coffee on the dining table, and the two of them drank the coffee while enjoying this rare leisurely and uninterrupted week. On the morning of the 20nd, enjoying the comfortable state finally arrived after [-] years of marriage.At both ends of the wide, flat and heavy log table, he turned on the laptop in front of him, and his wife spread out the newspaper. Although the two maintained their respective reading habits, the most important thing was such company.

The birch dining table was bought a year ago at Angela's insistence.He asked, what is such a large dining table for?There are only three people in the family, and his daughter always has tutoring in the evening after she goes to high school, and he has a lot of social activities, so there are not many opportunities to have a meal together.At that time, his wife just smiled to express her stubbornness, which was a pattern he had gotten used to over the years of marriage. Her smile was always a confident language. There was no need to argue, she had her own reasons.

Turns out Angela was right.

A dining table that is big enough has given them time to spend together that they never had before.No matter how late he got home, the two of them could sit at the dinner table and feel the peace of mind of someone waiting and company.After his wife retired from the TV anchor station, she ran a small cultural and creative marketing company. During the day, both of them were busy. At this time before going to bed at night, they each poured a glass of red wine, guarded their corners of the dining table, and organized the first The itinerary and materials of the two-day work also maintain a complete common space.You can see each other just by looking up, without having to yell across the room.In this shared territory, every look and every breath will be immediately accepted, and the two seem to have returned to their youth, always whispering in each other's ears without distance.

Sound is the most delicate and delicate touch.

For him, intimacy should be like this kind of quiet communication.

When I was a child, there was always too much noise and noise in my life. Either my father used his veteran's loud voice, roaring like a soldier training, or my mother was drunk, cursing and crying in an aboriginal language he couldn't understand.Sitting at each end of the table with Angela that Sunday, he thought for a moment of his childhood without a table.The whole family took dishes from the kitchen and held bowls, looking for a place to eat like animals.My father is used to sitting in front of the door, and my mother, who always serves rice wine with every meal, keeps her feet on the TV. It takes a long time to eat a meal.When the elder brother was still there, he simply sat on the floor next to the wall in the living room to pick up the rice, and he had to feed the little girl with Down's syndrome before he stood in the kitchen and cleaned up the leftovers. into his stomach.

But now he has such an elegant and elegant log dining table.

He was finally out of that life forever.

So what if the dining table is not for eating?

It's like marriage.

The best marriages are those where two people share a table and do their own thing, he believes.

From time to time, he slid his eyes away from the laptop screen, peeking at his wife's slightly squinted eyes while reading the newspaper.

Both of them have presbyopic eyesight, but the wife still stubbornly refuses to go for an optometry and get a pair of glasses.Although she always said that she should be old, but she was gradually showing signs of middle age, in his eyes, not only did she not lose points, but these years increased his trust and dependence on her.

Back then, everyone envied him for marrying a beautiful woman, but this was never the main reason why Angela attracted him. Angela's beauty even feels like a burden to herself.Although she obtained a master's degree in journalism abroad, Angela gave up her job in the TV news circle. One of the reasons was that she couldn't bear to be combed by a stylist into a self she almost didn't recognize before going on camera every day.The so-called professional image, she laughed at herself like a painted ghost.At that time, he was re-elected as a "legislator" and he was the fastest growing among the young and strong faction in the party. As his wife, she would further think for him that it is not good for a husband to be a media person in the political arena. I don't know when it will be criticized by the opposition party or even its own people.She would rather tie a ponytail and wear a black T-shirt every day, and interact with young people with creative ideas, and she is not at all nostalgic for the beauty sign of the past.

If the wife is a feminist, he also disagrees.She just has her own mind all the time.And as she grows older, the change in her views on many things sometimes surprises him slightly.It seems that she didn't know when she stopped watching TV, but read newspapers and all paper books more seriously.

Sometimes he even feels that his wife is more suitable to participate in politics than him.

She is calm and good at organizing and planning, and she was born into a political family, unlike him, she is just the son of an old taro.He himself understood that he was able to stand out from the opposition party movement back then. It was not so much his ability as Yao Ruifeng, but rather the wind direction of the political reality that year pushed him to a later position.It was as if no one expected that, as an opposition party, they would gain power so quickly.In the past seven years, there have been rumors about his chance to join the cabinet, and it was time for the typesetting seniors to come. However, the factional strife within the party has intensified since he took office, and he missed the chance to join the cabinet several times.

The mid-term meeting ended the day before, and the secretary-general suddenly asked him to come to his office after the meeting.

That night was the wedding banquet for the vice-chairman to marry his daughter. He thought that the secretary-general just wanted to instruct his elders on the reception work.Unexpectedly, as soon as the secretary-general closed the office door, he said to him with a smile: This time there is hope, and the cabinet chief should resign before the Spring Festival.The Secretary-General revealed the possible next cabinet, and asked him not to speak out. What he really meant was, don't forget his kindness behind the scenes to help promote it.

However, there will be a general election next year. How can you change cabinets at this time?

Unexpectedly, the first thing he thought of was not his own seat, but the situation in front of him.

It is because of the need to settle the nomination, so all of this has to be Joe!said the Secretary-General.

He moved the mouse absently, and sneaked a glance at his wife who was sitting at the other end of the table, concentrating on a piece of news.A month ago, they were still discussing whether to run for the fourth re-election. Unexpectedly, her response at that time was to ask him: In your own opinion, how much of your previous ideals have you accomplished in the "Congress" in the past ten years?

Should I tell my wife what I heard from the Secretary-General yesterday?

Her grandfather was the pioneer of the opposition movement in her early years. When they first met in college, she also asked straightforwardly: You are a provincial, why did you choose to join this non-Party movement?

Intuition told him that he could trust her.He chose to answer truthfully.Because in the other party he wouldn't have had a chance, he said.He had seen it clearly.If I am from this province, I am afraid that I am more likely to be promoted.However, he is just a child of an old taro boy and a mountain woman. Facing the offspring who are either generals or celebrities in politics and business, his father from other provinces has no other help except to provide him with a proof of his humble origin.He didn't want to be just an unknown little party worker for the rest of his life, playing the role of subservient and flattering forever...

In one breath, he confessed all the grievances that he had never expressed before in front of her.It is always the own people who despise their own people the most, and only the weak understand this reality.He almost yelled at her: Noble Taiwanese like you will never understand the anger of people like us!

So you're going to hide your own background?But you can't even speak Taiwanese... My mother is an aborigine, we are a matriarchal society, I can learn Taiwanese... Before I finished speaking, I saw her eyes flickering like the same hatred, and like It's a tear of pity... It will be very hard, she said... I just need someone like you... In the blink of an eye, 20 years have passed, from schoolgirls to revolutionary comrades, to today's old husband and wife However, Angela is no longer the same as before. Regarding his desire to fight for the nomination again, this time her attitude tends to be reserved.She always reminded him to look at the popular fried chickens in the early years, how many people fell hard in the waves of political struggles.It turns out that they are all the same, she said, if you get political resources, you will only be able to fight each other to the death.She is even one of the few people around her who is not optimistic about next year's general election.

If I told her that I might join the cabinet, what would she say?

Would she expect me to accept it?

She would still use her calm, yet sharp manner, and return the question to him with a smile: You judge for yourself, how long can you sit in this seat...

Picking up the mug, he took a sip of the lukewarm coffee.

There was a dull ache between his brows and last night's hangover.

Although he hasn't told Angela the news yet, at the wedding banquet of the vice chairman's daughter the night before, he was overjoyed and secretly celebrated for himself in his heart. Being pushed into a taxi.I remember that the way home was full of flickering street lights, and he kept leaning his head against the window, like a child watching a department store window at Christmas, until the first building disappeared from his sight.

Halfway through he untied his tie, still in a fluttering mood.Although his hometown and his constituency are both in the central part, the city of Taipei is his real home. The 16-year-old kid who ran to take the high school entrance examination in Taipei is now an out-and-out Taipei native.He started a family and started a business in this city, bought a house and gave birth to a daughter. He has traveled between the two places for more than 20 years. He only remembers that he has been working hard for the future day and night. Everything is like a high tide submerging the bunkers piled up on the beach, and when you wake up in a dream at midnight, you find that they are all phantoms.However, if the news of joining the cabinet this time comes true, it should be a guarantee for his hard work in the past 20 years. No one can deny his achievements, and those worries should not bother him for the time being. ?

But what are you worrying about?

When worrying becomes a habit, it's often hard to remember how the habit started.

The drunkenness subsided a little, and the inertia of thinking and thinking immediately became ready to move again.He began to wonder if this was just a rising and falling, another move in the factional struggle, forcing him to give up the local power he had run for 20 years?Will this upcoming position be the last stop of his political career?If not, how should he proceed next step by step?It seems that using the cabinet as a springboard, it is not impossible to challenge the mayor of Taipei...

A familiar love song interrupted his reverie at this moment.

The taxi driver did not know when he switched the radio channel, and the original classical music became a Mandarin pop song.I don't want to see your figure leaving alone, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold your hand and take you away... I don't want to see your reluctant expression, I'm afraid I won't be able to help staying longer to make you sad ...he remembered the song.When the song became popular, his life seemed to have undergone some changes.

What year is it?What happened?Why did the man's singing make him suddenly feel lonely?

It wasn't that a certain piece of dusty memory was opened because of this, but it was more like some memories were always like debris floating on the sea, always in a place that he couldn't reach with his hands.

He let out a breath towards the window glass, stretched out his finger, and wanted to draw something on the foggy window glass, but his mind was like a screen after a sudden shutdown. fingertip.

This city has given him a lot, including first love and heartache of course.

What can be obtained is always exchanged for what is used.

You can only count what you get.It is not his attitude towards life to ask what is lost.

Angela put down the newspaper, folded the page in her hand with a clatter, and pushed it towards him from the other side of the dining table.

"These people, do you think we should let them get married?"

It turned out that what she was reading so intently just now was the news that gay marriage was legalized.Yao Ruifeng picked up the mug and found that he had already drank all the coffee.He got up with the glass, went to the drinking fountain behind Angela and filled himself a glass of warm water.

"I didn't expect Anderson Cooper to really come out—"

With her back turned to him, Angela couldn't see the expression on her face when talking about the chief CNN anchor who was openly gay: "It's brave, isn't it?"

"Because he is Anderson Cooper today!"

After he finished speaking, he paused, "If he had come out ten years ago, he wouldn't be able to sit in this position today."

Angela turned her head, and her tone seemed to be a little reproachful: "Maybe journalism is what he loves most, and he never cared about it. Do you really want to be the chief anchor of CNN?"

He nodded in a serious manner, and then put on a mocking smile: "Oh, I forgot that you also studied journalism. What's the matter? Did Anderson, a mature woman killer, make you mad?"

Let's skip this topic now!He murmured to himself.

"It's not too bad to call me Shi Nai. But Anderson is really quite attractive, I admit."

"Now that he's out, are you disappointed?"

In the past 20 years, he has not betrayed her, not once, and he knows that he has no reason to feel guilty.

"Actually, no—" the wife pretended to be a young girl who is in love, "What do you think the teachers are doing when they are obsessed with those Korean drama idol stars? It's just a feeling like being in love, and you don't really think about it." What kind of physical relationship with an idol really-"

"Then I want to say that you have much better taste than those mistresses who like Korean male stars. Well, I allow you to continue to secretly love Anderson Cooper!"

"Seriously, don't male audiences find Anderson Cooper attractive? How do you feel about him? How can he be so popular with female audiences alone?"

"Fortunately, you have also been an anchor yourself, why do you objectify men so much?"

Why is she suddenly so interested in this topic?

How can we quickly end this topic?

He thought of the days before, when such news wouldn't make it to the newspapers.

"We chatted behind closed doors, and it's not about expressing political opinions. Are you too serious?"

When Angela spoke again, she didn't realize that her tone was more serious than before: "You just use the word materialization to label me, but you also know that I don't mean it. Yes, it's political correctness. You use the word materialization to label me." Those two words left me speechless, why?"

Because you were never weak.Don't you know that political correctness is our only weapon?

"Okay, I take it back. You didn't objectify men." He walked back to his laptop, picked up the newspaper she had pushed over, and quickly browsed it while answering her question casually:

"So there are some things that can't all be clarified, can't they?... The mistress yelled obsessively at the airport, I love you, and the otaku frantically filmed showgril with his mobile phone. The social perception is different. But it's really so. Is it different? Maybe even the person involved can’t figure it out?... Presumably Anderson Cooper also attracts many male audiences, but they will tell themselves that because they appreciate his professionalism and think he is very dedicated, the society has taught us a long time ago , regardless of men or women, there is a set of standard answers to simplify their own feelings... Heh, objectification may not be such a bad word. Didn’t it just make you stop and think suddenly? But Anderson Cooper came out of the closet. This kind of man will be very angry, fuck, the anchor I like is a sissy gay, it seems that he will become gay, so he starts to blame all other gays. And another kind of man will think, so he is gay No wonder when I saw him broadcast the news, I knew that many women liked him but they didn't feel jealous or hate him..."

He put down the newspaper to find his wife staring at him thoughtfully.

He talks too much and goes into too much detail.

It has been 20 years, and she may have noticed it long ago.

But just like all wives have vaguely felt that their husbands might have cheated, but they chose not to say it.She doesn't know that for the past 20 years, all his focus has been on family and work, and he hasn't even had the chance to cheat.No, even this kind of thought has become more and more unfamiliar with the changes in hormone secretion, and I have become more and more aware of what is going on with those men who cheated on me.Because they don't have a real goal in life, and they don't know how much a family can give for it is a lifelong dream, but they ruined this natural good luck in this way.Don't they know that marriage is a legal contract?They dare not murder, set fire or ransom and rob, knowing that it is against the law, but they dare to violate this contract.Why?Because they don't know what it is to be exiled and betrayed.They thought they didn't kill someone, but what they did was actually similar to killing someone. Such pain is like letting the other party die once——

"So what's your take on the legalization of gay marriage?" the wife finally spoke after studying him for a few seconds.

There was an inexplicable brief palpitation in his chest.

"I think, after all, it's their life. As long as it doesn't harm the nature and hinder other people's freedom, we have no right to help them decide what to do or not to do."

Now that it's all said.

Remember, don't show guilt or melancholy.

He took a deep breath and sat back in front of the laptop on the dining table.

"My thoughts are actually similar to yours—"

Angela got up and took away the empty cups and coffee pot on the table, and walked towards the bar in the open kitchen.

"But let's talk about these things at home. Don't be so blind outside."

"understood."

There's no need to worry that much, is there?It was just a false alarm, he told himself.

Turned on the faucet of the sink, the water was still rushing, but she forgot to wash the cups and dishes that she still left on the bar.The distraction is due to the picture that appears in front of you.Looking out from the window above the sink, in another unit with the same layout as theirs, in front of the kitchen window, there is a strong man in his 30s, who is washing an apple, Handed it to another man who had just walked up to him.

"Afeng, do you know who I thought of when I was watching that news?"

"Who? Isn't it Anderson Cooper?"

"It's your classmate, Ding Chongguang. The one who hollowed out the family's assets and absconded with money."

While continuing to stare at the movement on the other side, at a certain window in her consciousness, a faint light suddenly flashed at that moment.She couldn't see anything clearly, but some kind of blurry image of persistent vision seemed to be coming out soon.A third person appeared in the opposite window, a woman who was slightly older than the other two men, with short hair dyed cranberry red.

"Then what's the matter with Guan Ding Chongguang?"

The red-haired woman noticed the gaze from the other side.The woman standing sideways, perhaps not relying on the corner of her eye, but relying on some kind of sixth sense, realized that she was being peeped and looked back quickly.This made Angela take half a step back unconsciously, almost thinking that the woman was her hallucination.

"At that time, I doubted whether he was gay. Didn't you feel it?"

The man laughed twice, shrugged and declined to comment. "There is no inscription on the face of gay, I will not have nothing to guess who is or who is not in the people around me."

"I don't have any malice in thinking this way, but I've always thought that his absconding with money might have something to do with him being gay? Maybe it's really too painful to live in Taiwan, and he wants to go to a place where no one knows him Only then can he truly pursue the love he longs for——?"

"Or he wants more than love!"

He couldn't help but interrupt her.

"I mean--I mean--it's all your imagination, and we'll never know why he absconded with the money. So--anything is possible."

When she turned her head to look at the opposite window, the red-haired woman had disappeared.

She turned off the tap.

But she wanted to continue discussing love with him.

Because she discovered that it turned out to be a topic that they had lived together for 20 years but had never really touched.

Or maybe he wants more than love - what a funny line.In her world—perhaps to be more precise, "in the world of so-called straight women like her"?She immediately corrected the premise in her head—everyone believed in one sentence, that is, love is everything to a woman.Does no one see a contradiction in this statement?If love is really all for a woman, why do you need marriage?Falling in love and getting married, getting married and having children, this is the order that everyone follows.Love and marriage are always tied together. Love that does not enter marriage either becomes adultery, or ends up being labeled "a wrong relationship".It became a family, a family relationship, and everyone was happy.Maybe only by completely excluding the option of marriage can we truly answer the question of what love is?But most of her life is over, and there is no chance for her to choose again.Maybe, just the feeling of blushing and heartbeat is called love?Is that all?After she got her master's degree and returned to China, if she hadn't said to him: It's been four years, what is going on between us now, maybe she would have a completely different imagination of love at this moment.

And what was his answer to her then?

I want to have a family with you, that's what he said, and then she was so happy that she felt so happy.

All he wants is a home.

It dawned on her at last.On this Sunday morning after 20 years.After they discussed the topic of gay marriage, and suddenly remembered the boy named Ah Chong they met during their internship at the "National Construction Council".

He wants more than love.

"Oh, I don't understand, such a person will never come back."

I don't know who I want to say this sentence to.Her shoulders trembled involuntarily, but she didn't realize that it was because of a silent sneer subconsciously.

Pulling down the blinds in front of her, she walked quickly to the bar, picked up the cups and saucers to be washed, and before turning around, she did not forget to say another sentence to the man at the table:

"I see that you have never participated in the class reunion, why? Don't you miss your former high school or junior high school classmates?"

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The wine has been poured.

Come on, first raise a glass to the reunion of old classmates.

Perhaps, there is no so-called best time to reunite in life.But, it's always a beginning.

How can I tell you that from meeting on the phone to meeting today, in just one week, my life has undergone earth-shaking changes?

I might lose everything, Xiao Zhong.

Perhaps this is the hidden arrangement, so that I can have this opportunity to meet before my world completely collapses.To be honest, I was hesitant to cancel tonight before heading out.But what I know better is that after tonight, maybe I won't have the courage to meet.

Why else should we toast, other than a reunion?

Why not, just for all the coincidences and lies in life——

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We raised our glasses in a polite way, then picked up the knife and fork, and pretended to cut the French duck breast burrito appetizer on the plate.Safety topics, including the New Year’s Eve fireworks show just held, whether I should switch to a mobile phone with 3G Internet access, and whether he should simply cut his hair, which has already appeared Mediterranean baldness, into a three-point cut that is becoming fashionable nowadays... ... have all been ticked.Political topics are tacitly avoided.

Although the atmosphere was so cautious, both of them must have heard the absent-mindedness in the tone of the conversation.

I can't get my mind to focus, I don't know if it has something to do with how long I haven't had a drink.At the same time, it is also difficult not to let yourself be distracted, and start to compare the eyebrows, eyes, forehead and lips of the person in front of you with your own memory. The 20-year-old me was summoned to the table, and my 50-year-old Yao had nothing but an irrelevant indifference.Instead, it was me, 50, who was restless, with a bunch of strange assumptions in my head.If—the imagination has not really started, I feel ashamed, and I drink a sip of red wine as if my heart has been revealed—if two middle-aged and fifty-year-old lovers celebrate their [-]th anniversary together, will it be the same Wordless scene?Or, if two and a half hundred people were to start dating, would they be as awkward and contrived as they are now?

More than once when I looked up to listen to Yao's words, I thought I was still in the dream last night.Is the person in front of me really not my illusion?

One thing I really want to do is reach out and make sure.Hold his hand, or touch his cheek, all good.This person tried too hard to forget before I was 30 years old, but at this moment, I found myself running up and down the river bank of memory, trying to salvage the afterglow of the memory.

I thought, I can't drink any more.

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"Whoever has news about Achong, remember to let me know."

"Okay, let's do this first..."

That year, I still remember the last exhortations we exchanged before hanging up the phone.There was no announcement of any life or death, as if we might meet in a few days, so plain and hasty.

Over the years, the desire to get in touch has kept coming up, even if it's for a selfish reason.Youth is such a short thing, my youth may end earlier than all of you.

There are nostalgia, but more regrets.

Since graduating from college, the anger and tragedy of confrontation have almost replaced all my other feelings.How could I understand it at the time, I was just afraid of facing myself.

In my eyes, you have always been so quiet and stable, and your talent in music that you showed early on makes me think you are superior.When I found out that you actually seemed to be secretly paying attention to me, I couldn't tell what kind of excitement it was.If it weren't for you, I gained some expectation of being cared during the chaotic period of the first year of high school, I might be taken down again, and I might not be expelled from school.

You do not get it.You don't understand at all.

True love forgives everyone except the unloved.Xiao Zhong, you said this to me many years ago, but I never understood it.

No one is born loveless.

Whether it is the desire to love, or the desire to be loved, isn't it all like a small flower seedling?

Didn't everyone try hard to become a flower when they were young?

But, who has seen true love?Is there a certain version of true love that people can pre-identify: "Look! My true love is coming towards me?"

Always wait until the situation has passed.

Always after getting scarred in the name of true love.

And what is the poet's so-called forgiveness?

I once dreamed that a man with a halo on his head would eventually come to my life. Facing my filthy shape like a broken flower, he gently touched my withered pearl buds, and with a sexy and magnetic voice, After kissing the yellow petals, he said: No, no, you are not sad and ugly at all, you and I are equally beautiful...

But in my memory there is no flower, no forgiveness, only three people who can't love each other, can't be a couple, and can't come out of the closet.I'm not even a comrade, so I can only continue to be a classmate...

Xiao Zhong, I actually know all about it.

Believe me, I remember them all.

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As for why Yao is also out of his mind, it should be related to the apple that he put on the corner of the table.I noticed that from time to time he sneaked glances at the screen out of the corner of his eye.When the phone finally sent out the caller ID with a famous musical episode as the ringtone, he immediately grabbed it, got up from his seat and immediately turned his back to me, and began to talk in a low voice.

It can only be blamed that the sound insulation of this box is so good that there is no interference from outside noise.Yao's unintelligible sentences on the phone were like tinnitus, and it was difficult not to hear them. (The editor-in-chief...? Is it a question of price...?) I carefully controlled the volume of my breathing, for fear of disturbing the meeting between him and perhaps some important government official.If it was before, my curiosity would have been ignited, and I would prick up my ears to listen more carefully. (So ​​what?...so what?...unless we...)

But tonight, I just want someone to finish my meal with me.

Maybe the last meal.

How long ago do people who want to kill themselves start to give up eating?

Or is it customary to have a good meal?

—Sorry, I have something to attend to.

Sitting back at the dining table, Yao's expression turned from absent-minded to unconcealably flustered.My cranky thoughts were also interrupted.Does it matter?Maybe you should go to your business first?I said.

I thought that after I pretended to be sympathetic and found a step for him, he would be relieved, and he would resume the signature social smile before we entered the table, saying repeatedly, I am really sorry, let’s make an appointment again, next time !So should I be prepared to tell at this point that there won't be a next time?

Unexpectedly, after hearing my question, he, who had been intentionally or unintentionally avoiding my eyes all night before arriving here, he hesitated to speak, and looked at me for the first time.

——If it were you...

Yao Qing coughed, but the text stopped there, making those words not sound like assumptions, but rather like some kind of conclusion.What is he trying to say?

At this time, the service staff opened the door again and brought in today's main course.Hastily retracting his gaze, he looked down and saw a small piece of charcoal-grilled steak that was disproportionate to the size of the plate, surrounded by pink and bloodshot, sleeping in the center of the exquisite porcelain plate in front of him.At first glance, it looked like a section of human tongue.

——By the way, you didn’t set up a music studio by yourself at that time, why didn’t you release another album later?Yao took the opportunity to change the subject.

——Because, at that time, I... well, encountered a downturn in the record market.

—Oh, that's such a pity.I like all the songs you wrote, especially there is a female singer, who is very similar to the American female singer KDLang, what's her name?I asked my daughter to put her album on my iPod, and sometimes I still listen to it...

That's what happened.

When I heard him say on the phone that day, "I've been listening to your songs all these years", I thought affectionately that he was referring to my solo album and my singing voice.

Holding the knife and fork at hand, the two of them fell into the emptiness, but they felt that they were squeezed into the silence by too much past.From time to time, the tableware and porcelain plate collided and greeted each other by surprise.Inadvertently, our eyes made contact again.

I'm really glad to see you, Yao said.

Yeah, really rare, I said.

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How can I tell you that the thing that upset me on the phone just now is actually related to you to some extent?

It is common for a politician to be attacked maliciously.But this time, my intuition told me that it might not be so easy to get out unscathed.

Fortunately, we have an appointment, Xiao Zhong.While waiting for the other party to reply, I would rather sit here with you.

In the past 20 years, many things have been tried not to recall.But as long as I accidentally think about it, I will be overwhelmed by a deep regret.

Just two weeks ago, one night while I was sitting in a taxi, I heard a love song by Wu Bai a long time ago.I was stunned for a moment, and I almost forgot where I was.That song is probably a memory from [-] or [-].Two years later, Ah Chong left, you came out of the closet, and I have already been involved in the muddy waters of the political arena.We lost touch after that.But in my heart, I never gave up an idea. I told myself that all this will definitely change. If we work hard for ten years, we will definitely see a different life.At that time, maybe we will meet again on a certain occasion, no matter what the insistence was at the beginning,