A letter from a strange man

"I know it's wrong to do that, but I really can't help but want to be close to you.

I was very sad that day, when I was drunk and hazy, in that narrow road, the only beam of light hit your face, you walked towards me, I felt that you were like me The only light in the cramped years.

I can't help but want to be close to you, close to the light is the only thing I want to do.

I don't know where I got the courage to kiss you. To you, that is undoubtedly frivolous.

But I couldn't control my desire to be close to you. The emotion I suppressed for too long broke out the moment I saw you that night.

What happened later caught me off guard, the depressive panting hit my heart again and again, and I felt like I was about to suffocate, but when I thought that the feeling of being about to be drowned was given by you, I felt happy.

After you finished, I pushed you out of the door, not because I was afraid that you would blame yourself when you saw me in a mess, but because I was afraid that when you woke up, you would remember my appearance and regret what happened just now.

I want you to forget everything that just happened, as if nothing happened.

I also don't want you to see the face of this man who belittled you, lest you blame me for hating me.

I am afraid that this will become a stain in your innocent life, and that stain is dirty because of me. Thinking about it, I am about to cry with grief.

You were such an innocent person, but I pestered you like a slut in the dark alley. I knew you had a girlfriend, but I still did such a thing.

You don't even know that when you left, I was not willing to spit out your things, I swallowed them all, I was so cheap. "

I don't know how many letters Zhang Hui has read. When he saw this text, his mood can no longer be described as shock. He hasn't experienced such chaotic emotions and irritability for many years.

The years of repressed past, evoking his memories in the form of words, is naked and cruel.

It turned out that that person was him, the person he had thought of countless times and who he didn't want to think of countless times.

Zhang Hui wanted to forget that confused night countless times, the self who made himself feel strange in the dark, that despicable personality that he had been hiding and spurning.

No matter how many times Zhang Hui fell in love, he never felt the depressive but overwhelming pleasure that that person brought him that night again.

Zhang Hui never expected that that person turned out to be Jing Ling, and this man appeared in his eyes after wandering around for so many years, how much entanglement is there between him and Jing Ling?

But how stupid is Jing Ling? One person has undertaken so many things and such deep emotions, but the other party doesn't know his appearance or even his name.

He should be very sad.

Zhang Hui rubbed his sore eyes, he glanced at the time, it was already 46:[-], a new day was coming, and the sky outside was slightly bright.

His feelings towards Jing Ling became complicated, he was no longer just a junior of his, not even a pure and innocent friend.

Jing Ling's emotions weighed heavily on his heart, and the whistling past was placed in front of him.

He blamed himself and felt a little distressed. He was afraid of hurting the other party by acting too unnaturally and unfamiliar, and he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would make the other party sad by wrong intentions, but he was even more afraid of seeing the person he was unwilling to face. Right myself.

Thinking about this chapter hurts even more.

Jing Ling in the parallel world, after writing the email, he went to sort out the paintings piled up in the corner, the paintings that have been persistently sent over the years.

That person would send a portrait of Jing Hong that he painted every year. He probably didn't know that Jing Hong had passed away for many years, and he still sent the paintings persistently.

Jing Ling hated him before, thinking that he was an out-and-out scum, abandoning his mother, he must not really love Jing Hong.

But when he was packing up Jinghong's relics and saw the stack of thick picture scrolls that were treated with great care, he thought that that person probably loved his mother.

Later, he fell in love with Zhang Hui, and gradually understood the helplessness of being in love and some worldly constraints.

After he returned to China, he went to the old house to pick up paintings that had not been accepted for so many years, because the people in the paintings were no longer in this world.

Jing Ling gradually understood that person's obsession and regret, and no longer hated him so much, because he probably still loved his mother deeply.

He stroked those paintings quietly, looked at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar faces, let the tears slide down his cheeks, and made a few small flowers on the scarlet carpet.

Tomorrow, not exactly today, is another day.

After the silence in the early morning, the city returned to prosperity during the day, the streets were full of traffic, office workers in the subway stations on the road hurried, and students in school uniforms passed by on bicycles.

Zhang Hui's car was blocked on the road, and the car in front looked like an 80-year-old man, and it took him a long time to stagger a step forward.

Zhang Hui glanced at his watch, there was still about an hour before the meeting, and he would arrive at the company just across the street, so he would definitely be in time.

Zhang Hui slept for less than two hours, and his headache seemed to explode. He sent a WeChat message to his assistant to buy him a cup of coffee.

He leaned on his chin in boredom, looking forward without focus. In less than an hour, he will see Jing Ling.

The first plenary meeting of their art center project will be attended by the main organizers and third-party investors, and Jing Ling, as the advertising party, will definitely come.

I don't know if Jing Ling is stuck in the traffic jam like him, what kind of expression will he have, is it nothing serious even if the traffic jam is not a big deal, or is he a little excited and nervous to see him soon?

Suddenly there was the sound of honking the horn, Zhang Hui came back to his senses, and found that the road conditions were a little clearer, and the car in front had already driven a certain distance, he felt helpless to himself, what was he thinking?

Zhang Hui walked into the meeting room with the Starbucks bought for him by his assistant, and found that most of the people had already arrived. He nodded and smiled to greet each of them, and then took a seat.

After sitting down, he glanced at his watch. There were only 5 minutes left before the meeting. Is Jing Ling still stuck in the road?

Jing Ling didn't come until the end of the meeting. This was probably the most absent-minded meeting Zhang Hui had ever held. When it came to his session, he mechanically explained all his thoughts and sat down. He fell into deep thought again.

Sick? Or something unexpected happened?Since Jing Ling cherishes the opportunity to work with him so much, he will definitely not stop coming to the meeting for no reason.

After the meeting, Zhang Hui sent Jing Ling a WeChat message: "Where are you? Why didn't you come to the meeting?"

Unexpectedly, Jing Ling replied so quickly, Zhang Hui thought he would have to wait a while before receiving a reply.

Jing Ling: "Waiting for the bus." He didn't reply why he didn't come to the meeting.

Zhang Hui: "Where are you, I'll pick you up."

Afraid of Jing Ling's refusal, he originally wanted to add "I have something to ask you", but before he sent it, he received a location location from Jing Ling.

Well, it's still pretty good.

The message he sent was located in a cemetery on the outskirts of the city. Is today the death day of his relatives?

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