personal problem

Fan Jian hated Wang Huaijin.

At least it used to be annoying.

After all, no man would have a good impression of the opponent who stole his first love, although strictly speaking, Wang Huaijin was really innocent.

Once upon a time, in [-] years, the ignorant, bubbly, innocent and pure classmate Fan Jian found himself deeply in love with a junior elementary school girl - fair skin, bright almond eyes with straight bangs, and bulging when drinking milk tea. Puffy cheeks, everything is so cute and natural.

After buying milk tea with his school girl three times, Fan Jian was sure of his love, and the masculine instinct driven by dopamine made him disdain to hide it and never turn back.Love songs, love poems, love letters, the three-piece suit, Fan Jian, did not pull it. He still remembers how he stumbled out the script that he had prepared all night under a certain camphor tree on a midsummer afternoon, with extreme sincerity. And the same degree of apprehension.

"Lin Meng..." Fan Jian coughed lightly, "Do you know how I would rearrange the alphabet if I were asked to?"

Lin Meng took a sip of milk tea: "How?"

"Put u and i together." After speaking for a long time without hearing a reply, Fan Jian mustered up the courage to look up at Lin Meng's expression.

Lin Meng's expression was subtle, less moved than indifferent.

"You can think about it again, and don't rush to give me an answer." Fan Jian never knew that he could speak so fast, "I will wait for you!"

But Lin Meng is not an indecisive person after all. She shook her head and said with a smile: "You are very good to me. In my heart, I have always regarded you as a very good friend. But we are still students now, and everything is still unknown in the future. , I don't want puppy love to disappoint my parents. I'm very touched, but..."

Many years later, Fan Jian realized that what Lin Meng gave him was just a template reply, and this template was called "Ten Moves and Refuses"...

"Jiang Wan can meet him sometimes," Qiu Ming's voice dragged Fan Jian back to reality, "It seems that he is now the chief surgeon in neurosurgery, and he was just promoted to associate professor last year, which is pretty good."

Fan Jian originally thought that he would be sourly jealous when his rivals in love flourished in the past, but when this situation really happened, he found that he accepted it well.

"Well, must it? Isn't he always the second grader?" Fan Jian stretched his waist, "Have you heard the saying that those with the best grades are engaged in academics, those with middle grades are working for others, and those with the worst grades are working for others?" All of them got rich. Thinking about it now, it makes sense."

Qiu Ming lowered his voice: "It's hard to say, Ji Xiaoxuan's grades are also quite good, it's not that he didn't engage in academics and got rich."

"The rich and the rich don't care about the poor and the humble, and the men here are heroes. I'm quite satisfied with the spirit of this class." Fan Jian said glibly.

Qiu Ming glanced at him and sighed: "When people are melancholy, they are literary youths, but when you are melancholy, you look like a psychopath."

Fan Jian smiled: "Maybe, or whether I am depressed or not, I am a little nervous."

The school solemnly evaluates the performance of the students after graduation, and the students are also using the scale in their hearts to measure every familiar and unfamiliar person around them.

The gods and couples who envied others back then have long since parted ways, each looking for a new love, sitting in two corners of the auditorium, avoiding every trace of each other's existence.

The once young and frivolous self-esteem top talent, wasted in a mediocre society like a dye vat, and did not have the courage to participate in a party full of old friends and memories.

His eyes were a little dry. Fan Jian closed his eyes and leaned back on the seat. The plans he hadn't finished after staying up all night were circling rapidly in his mind. The blank word window was like a man-eating beast, ready to swallow him at any time.

There was a faint sound of applause, and Fan Jian opened his eyes tiredly, and couldn't help being stunned.

Four rows in front of him on the right side, someone has been watching him, with a graceful demeanor and sharp eyes.

Wang Huaijin!

Fan Jian sat up straight suddenly, startling Qiu Ming who was beside him, but Wang Huaijin turned his head again, as if the gaze just now was just a momentary illusion.

"What's the matter?" Qiu Ming's eyes were shining with gossip.

Fan Jian shook his head, suddenly he didn't want to say a word.

At noon, I had dinner at Fengbozhuang. This restaurant is very strange. I don’t know if the boss loves martial arts rumors too much. The decoration is antique but nondescript everywhere. Vegetables, such as "Qiankun Baguazhang" and "Plum Blossom Broken Cloud Finger".

After eating halfway, Meng Linwei rushed to the banquet of another class he was substituting for, and there were only a few tables left in the hall like the second class and the fifth class.The classmates chatted and drank in twos and threes, and Fan Jianbai fiddled with the Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum in the bowl, "Dong Xia."

Dong Xia was looking at a white fish named "Qiujiang Chenglian" with disgust: "What advice can you give, young hero?"

"How did you say your life passed so quickly?" Fan Jian murmured, "Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye. Why do I not remember anything I did after the college entrance examination?"

"Because you have struggled in the college entrance examination all your life?"

"Very constructive." Fan Jian nodded.

If you haven't struggled in these years, where did the problems come from?

If not, why have you been mediocre?

Thinking about the pain in his stomach again, Fan Jian frowned, raised his glass and said, "Excuse me, I happen to have something to do this afternoon, so I'll take a step first."

"No, the squad leader is gone, why should we get together?" someone shouted.

Fan Jian refused again and again, but the others didn't let go, until Jiang Wan suddenly said: "He is going on a blind date, you won't let him go, and you will help him solve his personal problems in the future?"

Fan Jian choked with blood in his throat, ignoring Qiu Ming and Dong Xia's laughing maniacally, turned to Jiang Wan and said, "I will treat you to a wedding wine after the matter is over."

Jiang Wan didn't refuse anyone who came: "Then it's settled, we won't go if the price per table is less than 2000."

Fan Jian smiled wryly: "Okay, I'll sell the house to treat guests."

"Squad leader, please leave a contact information before you leave, mobile phone QQ Weibo WeChat will do."

Fan Jian put on his coat and said as he walked out the door: "There are too many other numbers, it's troublesome, just Weibo, Fan Jian is not cheap."

After he walked away, Qiu Ming said thoughtfully: "Actually, I have always suspected that his Weibo account is a trumpet."

"It's time to eat, don't be too big or small." Dong Xia's expression should be more and more wretched.

Jiang Wan sighed: "Don't mind other people's business, I said Qiu Ming, or we should leave first, I'm not full."

Qiu Ming turned his red heart towards the party, and immediately got up: "Okay, I recently found out that there is a restaurant with Hunan cuisine at Baofu Temple that is good, let's try it?"

Dong Xia watched the two of them walk away, remembering Fan Jian who was obviously unwell just now, and said quietly: "Everyone has his own life, it has nothing to do with the right and wrong..."