dance like a butterfly

I don't like stories that are too coincidental, and I don't like the feeling of being fooled by people who seem to be designed. That's too fake, and I feel very uncomfortable.

Could it be that the Northwest wolf told Lao Han that I live here?

Could it be that this seemingly calm old Han came to see me today?

Why is it such a coincidence that Northwest Wolf mentioned Lao Han and wrote me Lao Han's phone number, and this Lao Han appeared in front of me?

But it's not like, I didn't tell the Northwest Wolf where I live, a calm middle-aged man, like Lao Han, I don't think he would be so reckless.

I don't have Northwest Wolf's phone number, so I can't do research even if I want to.

A few QQ chat friends have no other way to contact each other unless they are online.Like dragonflies on the water, they meet each other when they come, and when they leave, they are at a loss for waiting.

They never send photos to each other, even if you meet on the street, you have no way of knowing that he is your chat friend.

I like this feeling, it seems very familiar, but very strange.

At this time, the phone thought again, and the charger was still plugged into the phone.

Look at the caller ID, it's Lao Zuo.

I hesitated and pressed the answer button.

"Xiaohui, why did the phone turn off when I called you just now?"

"It's not shutting down, but the phone is out of power. I'm charging it. Is there something wrong?" I said lightly.

"Can I give you a call if I have anything to do?" On the other end of the phone, Lao Zuo smiled.

I'm really annoyed by Lao Zuo, this kind of person always gives you a kind of oppressive flattery, I really don't know how he used to hang out in the army.

"I have to go out and do something." I wanted to hang up the phone hastily.

"Oh...then tomorrow...," before he finished speaking, I hung up the phone.

The acquaintance with Lao Zuo was just to vent one-time depression.

At the end of summer vacation last year, on a sweltering afternoon, Lao Zuo called me.

"Hello, is this Xiaohui? I'm Lao Zuo." Before I could ask who he was, he announced his family name with a rough voice. "When we were chatting in the afternoon, you left me your phone number, and I also left it for you. Why didn't you call me?"

The chat at noon that day was straight to the point, which was to find a one-night stand.Soon, we talked about Lao Zuo.He said that he had worked in the army for more than ten years and had only been transferred to the local area for more than a year. Now he has worked in a university.

"Oh, old Zuo, what's the matter, are you free? Okay, where do you think we'll meet?"

"Then where are you near? Tell me a place, and I'll go."

"I am on the road of literature and art", I am pure nonsense.Of course, my name is not Xiaohui. To a stranger, especially a comrade, there is no need to tell the truth, lest I get into trouble.

Lao Zuo said: "Then you wait for me at the stop sign in Diaojia Village, and I will call you when I arrive."

Diaojia Village on Wenyi Road is only a 10-minute drive from me, if there is no traffic jam by taxi.

Summer in Xi'an is hot and dry.

After standing at the stop sign of Diaojia Village for less than 10 minutes, when I was still looking at the red lanterns on the city wall in a daze, the phone rang.

I took out the phone and didn't answer it. If it was someone I didn't like and couldn't bear the appearance, there was no need to answer it.

I saw a man five meters away. He was wearing a red T-shirt and sunglasses. He was about 1.7 meters tall. , he was in his early forties.He is looking around.

Seeing that I answered the call, Lao Zuo hurriedly hung up the phone and walked towards me.

He shook my hand politely without taking off his glasses.

"Xiaohui, you haven't eaten, how about we go drink?"

Anyway, it was time to eat, so I nodded.

Going south, there are many restaurants.We walked into a well-decorated barbecue shop.

Walking into the private room on the second floor, the cabinet-type air conditioner drives back the heat, and the cicadas and noisy people on the street are isolated outside the door.

When the waiter greeted us, Lao Zuo took off his sunglasses.

Lao Zuo is not ugly at all, with a round inch, square face and thick eyebrows.I also noticed that his back was very straight when he walked.Lao Zuo was very good at drinking, and when he drank, his face turned a little red, and his black face was a little purple because of the redness.

In order to make the atmosphere not very awkward, I also tell some jokes from time to time.

"Xiaohui, let's go to the room later, I like you, you are very handsome." Lao Zuo leaned towards me, and put his hands on my lap.

"Okay, as long as you want."

"Why don't you want to, you, at the stop sign, I kept thinking, the person waiting for me must be you." There was something very erratic in Lao Zuo's eyes, just that flash, which made me feel a little uncomfortable. Very comfortable.

After eating, I paid the bill.

I went to Wuyang Hotel to open a room, and I also paid the bill.

I don't want people to feel that they are at a disadvantage in getting along with me, especially this kind of meeting with a pure purpose.

Just closed the door.Lao Zuo hugged me eagerly.My hands hang down, not catering to him.I don't know why.I just bumped my head lightly on his forehead and smiled as a response to him. "Xiaohui, you are so handsome, so handsome." Old Zuo whispered.

I gently pushed him away: "Let's take a shower, we are full of sweat."

"Okay, okay." Old Zuo laughed and began to undress. "Xiaohui, let's rush together, shall we?"

I responded with a smile.