Divergent

Six months after the breakup, I learned that she had returned to that small town when I attended a wedding reception in another city.

I wanted to see her very much, so I asked her if I could meet, since it was rare to come back, and treat her to a meal.She said very frankly: "Okay! It just so happens that grandma is alone at home today, and mother is out. Then I will wait for you hungry first."

I turned off the phone screen and ran to the station to catch the last bus back to the town.

But there was a traffic jam on the way, and there was a long queue on the road.I was very anxious.I said sorry to her and told her to wait a little longer.She said: "It's okay, I'll wait. I'm drawing a painting now, and I'll give it to you when you come." I asked her what the painting was, and she said mysteriously: "I'll know when you come." It's gone." I really have nothing to do with her.

The setting sun is like blood, and the night draws its curtains.

When we arrived in the small town, we saw her sitting in front of a small shop from a distance.When I walked over, she saw me and stood up quickly to greet me.She was avoiding my eyes, and she looked cool that day with her hair tied up and denim shorts.

"Are you hungry? Let's go! Go eat." I spoke first to break the awkward atmosphere.

She nodded and followed me nonchalantly.

The sky is already like splashed ink, and she is bouncing around on my left side.Without a little bit of defense, she suddenly sang BigBang's song: "Boom!——shakalaka!!Boom!——shakalaka!!…"

Her appearance really gave me goosebumps, when did a goddess become a female nerve?

"I'm all bad!" I used an Internet language at the time to ridicule her stupid behavior.She snorted and punched me on the shoulder.We looked at each other and laughed happily.Amid the laughter, I seemed to feel that she hadn't changed. I don't know if that was my illusion.

I took her to the corner shop and ordered three small dishes and four beers.

When we sat down, she wiped the table clean with two pieces of toilet paper. That was her little cleanliness, and she did it every time I ate.After wiping, I sat up straight and looked at me. Those eyes that made people fall into the water made my face turn red.

I was afraid that she would keep looking at me like this, so I hurriedly told her to eat something quickly.She suddenly said: "You seem to have become more handsome..." Her sudden words made my heart pound violently, and I pretended to be calm and said, "Ah? gone."

At this time, she handed over a picture, which showed a cute little deer with big spots on its body and a pair of small wings growing behind it.Below the painting is my name.

She said that the reason for painting such large spots on the fawn was because of the personality signature she saw.

It turned out to be like this. My signature at the time was to borrow a line from Huang Weiwen's lyrics "If I showed spots all over my body, would I be hugged tightly?" It was a story about a Dalmatians. Like I have spots all over my body.If you are scared, please leave early, because I don't want to hurt you.But if you love me, hold me tight, I know you'll love my flaws.

The little deer was very well drawn, and what touched me was that even though we broke up, she still paid attention to me as before.And so careful.

At first I let her drink some wine, but she just took small sips.After two or three drinks, I started grabbing my drink.Her face quickly became very red.

She excitedly told me about the interesting people and things she met in her new school.I also foolishly laughed along with her, I know this pig drank a little too much, and her alcohol capacity has never been good.She kept talking, but I didn't listen very carefully. I was thinking that she would definitely be scolded if she drank too much and went home.

I blocked the wine she was about to drink, paid the bill, and we walked out of the shop.She followed me on the busy street, and I wanted to take her to the square to let off the smell of alcohol.

When I came to the square of the town, the dancing aunts had already returned home, and the originally bustling square seemed very deserted at the moment.We found a place to sit on the marble steps by the side of the square and talked a lot about our friends, but we were all very happy.It seems that I have returned to the time when I fell in love, as if everything is the same.But I know that's my illusion.

We didn't seem to talk for a long time, but I checked my phone and it was already 09:30.

After standing up, I proposed to go back by the small path, because the small path is much farther than the main road.I want to chat with her a little longer.She didn't speak, and followed behind me in a desperate manner.

We walked clumsily in the fields, the road was so narrow that only one person could pass through it, and one more person would have to turn sideways, and there were many potholes under our feet.It is easy to accidentally fall into the field.I thought she was so stupid, so I just took her hand, but she didn't resist and let me hold it.

We held hands, I was in front, she was behind, walking carefully.Weeds brushed our trousers lightly. We didn't speak, just quietly listening to each other's breathing and the cricket's nocturne.The moon carefully guides us the way ahead.What a beautiful scenery that is.

Yes, although we broke up, we held each other's hand that night.We both gave each other another chance—one more chance to be a one-night couple.We both knew in our hearts that it might be the last time we held hands, and we forgot the mistakes we made at that moment, no, neither of us was wrong, and neither was the time.How many times I have broken up with her, I always thought that the water can be closed again.If she doesn't look back and I don't keep her, when did we lose the reason for entanglement?

The road passing through the field is a road still under construction.There were no people on the road, and the surroundings were quiet and empty.We swaggered on it.

Suddenly, a figure flashed by in the grass by the roadside. She tugged at the corner of my clothes nervously, and I held her hand tightly and said, "It's okay, don't be afraid. I'm here! When I was messing around in society, what Haven’t you seen the scene before? What’s the deal?” She felt that it made sense when I said this, so she was not so nervous.We walked through the grass, and no one came out.I think it is probably a migrant worker who goes home late at night.

It was a small episode, and we continued to hold hands, talking and laughing.I looked up at the stars in the sky, and found the brightest star at a glance. It was so beautiful, just like the one beside me.It is still so special in the sky full of stars.

Seeing me staring at the sky so engrossed, she asked me what I was looking at, and I said nothing, I just thought the night sky tonight was beautiful.She also looked up at the stars and said, "Yes, it's so beautiful!" I don't know if she still remembers that day when she said she was the brightest star, but I let that star hang forever without asking her. Be in my sky.

I picked her up, and this time she didn't bark like she did when she first fell in love.Instead, he quietly put his head on my back and hugged my neck.We talked happily while listening to each other's heartbeat. Sometimes when I made a joke that made her angry, she would bite me very hard, as if I could still feel the pain of her bite.Luckily she wasn't really angry.

I walked slowly on that road with her on my back. I deliberately walked very slowly in order to prolong the last time I was with her, preferably more than a century.

It was not until under a tree not far from her home that she was willing to let her go.

As soon as she got off my back, she held my hand firmly. I asked her what's the matter, why didn't she leave when she was home soon.

I saw tears in her eyes, like ripples on a calm lake being blown by the wind.Clear and beautiful.

"I don't know why, my heart loves you, but my brain tells me not to love you..." she said.

I was stung by her sudden words, as if she deliberately said what I had been waiting for when I was off guard.I didn't know how to answer, my mind went blank and said: "You talk nonsense when you drink too much." She shook her head desperately and said: "No, no!" She dragged herself downstairs to her house.But she hugged a pillar, and I couldn't pull her no matter how hard I pulled.I had no choice but to stand aside.

She refused to go home.

At this moment, a snow-white cat ran down from the building of her house.She immediately let go of the hand holding the pillar tightly, and knelt down to hold the cat in her arms.But the cat seemed to just want to break free from her arms desperately. She kept stroking the cat to try to calm it down, but the cat's calf kept kicking.

She murmured and said to me: "This is our cat. Because it doesn't come back often, it doesn't know me anymore. It once fell from upstairs. Fortunately, cats have nine lives. It is fine. But it is now I'm about to become a stray cat, alas... Can I please do something? If you see it on the street in the future, please buy some food to feed it? I am very reluctant to let it become a stray cat. "

"Of course," I said, "then how do I know if it's your cat?"

"Well... as long as you see white ones, and the eyes are different colors, one blue and one yellow, then it should be it. And... I'm moving."

Yes, she did move later, and it seems that she never returned to that small town.

I smiled and said: "Okay, I'll feed it when I have time. Go back quickly, it's so late, I'll be scolded later."

"No, you go back first. I'll see you go back, and you will go upstairs naturally." She said seriously.

"Isn't that what I should say?"

"Oh, if I tell you to go back, go back."

I couldn't hold her back, so I had to say goodbye and head home.

After walking for a while, I looked back at her, and she was still holding the kitten in her hand.She was also looking at me under the streetlight, and I beckoned her to go up.She also waved.

It seems that this scene has been seen somewhere.

I remembered that she used to hide behind a tree and watch me go home after sneaking out from the mahjong room to have a private meeting with me.She thought I didn't know, but in fact, I spotted her hiding behind the tree from the corner of my eye.Every time I go downstairs, I will deliberately look back at the tree, only to see a pair of beautiful eyes quickly hide in the shadow of the tree.I wanted to laugh at her, but I also wanted to cry.I haven't broken through her once.

When I got home, I was reprimanded by my mother, who said: "You don't even look at what time it is! Where have you been?! There is no concept of time! You just came back after playing until now." !!"

Yes, what time is it now.I looked at my phone, my God!It's already 23 o'clock, isn't it!Then why do I feel like it's only been an hour or two.Maybe, with the one you love, the old man will always playfully press the fast forward button.But bad!I touched the pocket of my clothes and found that the painting she gave me was not on me!It was a leaky room and it was raining overnight, and I broke out in a cold sweat instantly.Because that painting is too important to me, I can't lose anything anymore.If I don't even have that painting in the future, I will regret it for the rest of my life.

But it was really late at that time. If I go out to look for it again, I don’t know how miserable I will die when I come back!

do not care!I rushed out stubbornly.My mother yelled angrily behind me: "Little bastard! Where are you going again?!" I said without looking back: "I forgot something at my friend's house, I have to get it!"

When I ran downstairs, the text message on my phone rang.I took out my mobile phone and saw that it was a message from her. She asked me if I was home, and I said yes, but the painting you gave me was forgotten by me. Now I have to look for it in the square.

Soon she replied to me: "You wait at the fork in the road, I will accompany you to find it!"

When I ran to the fork in the road, I saw her from a distance waiting for me panting under the street lamp, and she ran out just like me regardless of the scolding of my family.

We ran quickly to the square, and she suddenly accelerated towards the marble steps we were sitting on. When I was worried about whether the painting would be blown away by the wind, she was already bouncing towards me with the painting. come.

She said, "Here, I got this first."

I said, "Yeah, give it to me!"

When I was about to reach for the painting with my hands, she hid the painting behind her with a swish.

I said: "What's wrong?"

She said: "If you want...kiss me first..."

I stared at her with wide eyes and said, "Stop messing around, give me the painting quickly, so we can all go back."

She shook her head and said, "Wen Sheng..." Her voice was trembling, and I didn't make a sound, waiting for her to continue, but I was choked up and unable to speak.She paused for a while and then said: "Wen Sheng, we... we can't go back..." I nodded, I knew it was the truth, but I heard the same vibration, her head was already on my shoulder. "So... since it's the last time, please give me the kisses and hugs that should have been kissed and hugged in the future."

I agree with what she said and we cuddled - six months after our breakup.

The last hug seemed to have really lasted for a long time. Maybe when we hugged, everything in the past turned into a dream.That dream was long, but there was no more betrayal and deceit and the slap on my right cheek.It was a beautiful dream. There were only bees and its night sky in the dream. A beautiful dream left behind beautiful sadness.

We kissed each other carefully, and the bitter tears from me and her were mixed in the passionate kiss.Bitterness seeps into the heart slowly, who can experience the pain and helplessness of having to kiss goodbye when they are clearly in love?Why bother to complain about who Zeng Ling was intoxicated with? Kissing your sweetheart goodbye voluntarily, in exchange for a lifetime of tears.

We just walk away in the starry night

……

She left the town by car the next morning and has since moved.I sent a text message to wish her well, and I said: "Thank you for taking me in as a wandering passer-by. I can only be grateful. I hope we can all find our perfect lovers, and I hope they were not born in 1874."

She said that she was also very grateful to me, but who would know about a perfect match? Didn't we also count as a perfect match?

Hehe, this sentence hit the nail on the head, I don't know how to reply, and I didn't reply again.Yes, what kind of couple can be considered a perfect match? Wasn't it once a perfect match?

Although for a period of time later we still occasionally chatted in the name of friends, but we gradually integrated into our respective new lives and gradually lost contact.Don't bother each other, that's how it has been until now.

It's not that I didn't think about being ordinary friends with her during countless sleepless nights, but it turns out that a couple who have truly loved each other cannot be friends.Instead of cautiously waving and greeting, it is better to be a pair of long-term strangers in the mortal world.