A Love Letter to Ome from One Thousand and One Nights

Affection is a tragedy, especially when the object of your affection is as deep as others.Dulan was lying on the bed, entering Lin Weimian's circle of friends for the thousandth time, and she had memorized all the dozens of statuses.

Among the ten picture statuses, there are five close-up photos of Xie Jiaqi, four photos of her and her together, and the remaining one is a table of food taken by hand with scissors: "Thank you for the sumptuous dinner prepared by Auntie [Xin]" She took a photo with her under the pink cherry blossoms full of trees, and took a photo with her on a small boat among the green leaves and red lotus bushes. They took a photo together sitting on the balcony, and there was a photo of only two pairs of standing feet, both wearing white sneakers.The two of them didn't disclose their relationship, but relying on the convenience of physical distance, they kept everyone in the dark and were blatantly happy.

When she saw these photos for the first time, she felt an unspeakable soreness in her heart, and she mistakenly thought that she was going to have a heart attack.I don't want to cry, but I have a strong sense of unfairness when someone takes away something I desperately want to chase.There is a faint but stubborn voice in my mind that keeps asking, why, why.The torrent of emotion was only a few short minutes, and it passed through the whole body like a strong current, and it was okay to survive.

Log out, go to settings, "don't look at her circle of friends".

However, this move is pointless.

After that, I clicked in day after day, time and time again.

Lin Weimian didn't update it either, just a bunch of time-stained ones, like specimens, with her update frequency, there might be a new one every one or two months.But she seemed to be in a daze, and she had to click in every day to have a look, like a ritual, without this ritual, it seemed that something was missing and incomplete.

It takes 21 days to form a habit.She got used to it, became addicted, and then found that the pain was gone, her heart went numb, and she stopped protesting.She knew that this was the same nature as chasing her before, except that the tracking location was switched from reality to the Internet.Looking at the two female high school students who were smiling like children, she gradually felt sincere admiration for Lin Weimian, how could she be so easy to be happy.

Happiness is not a state, happiness requires ability and talent.

In the same situation, different people behave differently.

Lin Weimian has Xie Jiaqi's love, but if Dulan is lucky and happens to have Lin Weimian's love, she can grasp it and prevent this feeling from passing away with the wind, will she be happy?Won't she screw it up?

Hypothetical things don't have answers.

Later she thought that maybe her feelings for Lin Weimian were not love or attachment, but admiration, hoping to be like her.Both love and hate are upright and magnanimous, don't hold them in your heart and cause a huge shadow.

That day, she was lying on the bed, going about her daily routine activities. When she saw this, her heart skipped a beat, but she straightened up and sat up.Lin Weimian's new news was actually visible to the group.Her heart was beating wildly, was it written for her alone, or was it shared with others.Taking a closer look, she was silent again.

For as long as Dulan had been shut up in the room, Ge Shuzhen had been worried for a long time. On this day, she plucked up the courage to enter the room, knocked on the door, and planned to talk to her about her inauguration in a roundabout way.Who knew she would come out by herself.Ge Shuzhen didn't dare to be too obviously happy, for fear that she would be happy, she would shrink back again, so she just smiled awkwardly: "Come out for a sit today?"

Dulan walked into the sunlight on the balcony and called out to his mother.

Ge Shuzhen hastily agreed.

"I want to work for a magazine."

"Crimson Color" doesn't sound like a serious magazine at all, but the content is a real fortnightly magazine focusing on ancient stories, and it belongs to a well-known local media publishing group.

With her qualifications, it is more than enough to go in and be an editor.Personnel was even a little surprised. After flipping through the resume in front of him, he opened his eyes and said, "With your academic qualifications and work experience, how can you come to our small temple and submit?" close.

She needs to commute four and 10 minutes to the subway.It's not that there is no car at home, but after the car accident, PTSD made it impossible to drive the car.She couldn't help laughing as she was squeezed into a sardine can during the rush hour.Laugh at your own stupidity.This is so like a little Jingba wagging its tail and begging for mercy, "Look, I listened to you and went to work there, are you happy?...Xiao Mian."

But it must be so.Perhaps this was the last instruction she would give her in this life.When you say let go, you should let go. She will never go to her again to expose her outdated innocence that doesn't match her age.

Affection is a tragedy.For those who don't need this affection, it is still a burden.That's why the ancients would say that being useless is deep affection.

On the first day of work, she found the vacant desk, wiped it twice, and placed the things she brought on the desk one by one.An inconspicuous short-haired girl in glasses blinked at her in the seat next to her. She glanced at her and nodded slightly.The little girl came over immediately, put her elbows on the wainscot of her cubicle, adjusted her glasses and smiled: "You are new here, do you know the inside information about our recruitment?"

Duran nodded, then shook his head: "Why do you say that?"

"It's not long since our recruitment notice was finished, it's steaming hot."

Dulan didn't want to talk at first, but after thinking about it, he took this opportunity and said, "My sister told me."

The short-haired girl with glasses still had a few small freckles on her cheeks. She opened her eyes wide, and after expressing her surprise, she asked with a smile, "What's your name? From now on, we will be colleagues. My name is Qin Yan, and I am satisfied. My code name is Kaka." He said and extended his right hand to her.

Duran hesitated for two seconds, and the other party had already handed over the olive branch. She held it, shook it slightly, and nodded slightly: "Duran."

She is not a social expert. For her, a colleague is a colleague, not the same as a friend.

So she always seemed a bit out of place in the friendly and even sweet editorial department, like a piece of wood, or a piece of wood just taken out of the freezer.Braving white steam.The whole body is sending a signal to the people around, "Don't talk to me, don't bother me."

The one named Kaka had asked her out a few times at the beginning, and went to have fun with her colleagues after get off work, but every time she said that she had something to do when she got home, with such a cold attitude, the other party stopped posting.

She is very distant from everyone.Although the work is well done, the popularity is like a vacuum.

Until that year's annual meeting.

She sat at a table with several other editors of "Scarlet" magazine, and before the meal began, representatives from various departments would be invited to speak.In their editorial department, the one with the best professional ability is obviously Du Lan, but the most popular one is undoubtedly Qin Yi.The speaking representative is naturally the latter.Duran drank his drink silently, listening to her talk casually.She was talking about an adventure when she entered the industry.In the crevice of her desk, there is a letter of submission from the author. "I thought at the time, oh my god, it must be an old lady who still submits manuscripts by handwritten letters in this day and age! Who knows—it's a high school student." I didn't know what was funny about this, and everyone in the room echoed Laughed out loud.Several colleagues at the same table applauded even more.

I am bored.If it wasn't for Ge Shuzhen and Lin Ci's wedding anniversary today, and they had a big banquet at home, she wouldn't have come here to suffer.

Qin Cozy returned to his seat and came up.She was wearing a dark purple evening dress with suspenders and sequins. Because of drinking, her face was flushed and her face was round. Under the light at this moment, she looked a little cute.Duran didn't hate this face, she looked like the homonym of her name, kind.Qin Qian is the kind of person who has no airs.No matter how unfamiliar a person makes a request to her, she will seriously consider it, and if it is inconvenient to see, she will help you if it is convenient.

So when Du Lan stared blankly at the framed envelope she put on the table, Qin Cozy smiled: "Xiao Lan, do you want to see it?"

Du Lan nodded, even forgetting to justify the obvious bad point of the other party calling her "Xiao Lan".She held the photo frame in her hand and looked at it with a frown.You can't go wrong.This is Lin Weimian's handwriting.It is not impossible to say that there is another handwriting in Jinshi No. [-] Middle School that is exactly the same as hers.But the strong intuition in her heart told her that it was Lin Weimian.

"This author is really destined to be with you." She has also learned to pretend to be false, and in order to achieve her goal, she first resorted to insinuations.

Qin Cozy said with a smile: "Yes. We are each other's nobles."

Duran asked again: "Which author is it?"

"Lin Muxin." Qin Cozy was a little surprised.It's rare that this indifferent female colleague is willing to say such a few digressions.Therefore, I continued the conversation for a few minutes with great interest, and told her that the story of Lin Muxin was excellent, but there were problems in basic skills, such as the word order of the sentences and typos, "I gave her a compulsory reading. A long draft. At first I thought she was in the third or fourth grade of elementary school, and I guess she might have a dyslexia or something."

Qin Cozy shrugged.

She didn't expect her words to stir up waves in Duran's heart.

There is no mistake, didn't Lin Weimian once said that she also paid the price for that car accident, and she is not as intact as she looks.That must be one of them.

She was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion.She and her shared experience have left their imprints on each other.Although it was a negative experience.Since then, it has become a treasure with her.In an instant, she tried hard to drive away the thought from her mind.Because it is really a little abnormal, and it is getting more and more abnormal.

The next day, after finishing the task at hand, she stood up for the first time, walked to the side of Qin Chen's seat, and lowered her head to ask her if there was anything she wanted to help.

The entire editorial department was silent, they looked up in unison, laser-like gazes were projected towards where she was standing.

Qin Qian didn't know why she was a little flustered, so she yelled, "You know I'm slow in doing things, that's why I'm called Kaka, because I'm usually like a Kaka, so what, let me see..."

"Have you proofread all the manuscripts submitted to you?"

Qin Yan hissed, and blinked his right eye distressedly, "Not really."

"Send it to me, I'll come to school."

Really Lin Weimian.The reason she didn't ask Qin Qian for confirmation was because she didn't want to disappoint herself.If it wasn't for her, then her miserable happiness would be wiped out again.What a person is willing to believe is true.She will use all kinds of clues to convince herself until she firmly believes in her heart.The more she read Lin Muxin's manuscript, the more she felt that it smelled like Lin Weimian.Including some small mouth fetishes.She seems to love to say, "You're crazy." In her stories, there will always be a supporting character who says this.She really likes her handwriting.Although the order is often reversed.She wished she could make more mistakes, so that she could serve more.

——Xie Jiaqi knew about it, would he be jealous?

she thought sarcastically.I also think this idea is ridiculous and naive.But I still can't help but take this idea as the starting point and go straight to think about it.Xie Jiaqi will definitely have pantothenic acid, because she sees 100% attachment and possession from her eyes on Lin Weimian.Love is inherently exclusive and selfish.It must be because Lin Weimian didn't want to let Xie Jiaqi suffer, so he didn't show her first, and after checking it himself, he voted for it.

This fulfilled her Dulan, and she is now the first reader of every contribution of Lin Weimian.

Xie Jiaqi knew, so why not go crazy.

Such a good day originally made her stable, and the violent energy in her heart subsided one by one.However, one day, when she came home after get off work, she heard Ge Shuzhen and Lin Ci talking in a low voice. Lin Ci seemed very anxious, and took the key and went downstairs after a short while. After a while, there was the sound of a car starting downstairs. .

Duran asked her mother what happened.

"It's strange, isn't Xiao Mian just finished her college entrance examination, her father wants to pick her up to stay here for two days, and then leave after filling out her volunteer application."

Du Lan's heart was pounding, and he said that Lin Ci was just a whimsical idea. During the three-month summer vacation, she and Xie Jiaqi would not go to heaven. again.It's a ghost if she is willing to come.On the one hand, she wished she would come, and she couldn't do anything when she came, but it's better to come here and let her see if she has changed this year.On the surface, it was still clear and cut off: "If she doesn't want to come, then Lin Ci is in vain. If he picks it up, she won't come either."

She said this in order not to give herself hope.

Ge Shuzhen's answer was completely beyond her expectations, "No, it's okay if she doesn't come. After all, the relationship between our two families is so complicated and messy. I heard that her mother has recently remarried. Her mobile phone can't get through. .Your Uncle Lin was afraid that she would be overwhelmed, so he hurried over to have a look."