deserved

After leaving City C, the clock was set forward.

I settled down in a small city a thousand kilometers away from City C. My new job was tiring and my life was poor.

In retrospect, the past is like a hazy and painful dream.

When I woke up, I was here, doubly abusing myself: working overtime day and night; never going out to socialize; turning down invitations from colleagues;

My backpack is always organized and well-prepared, and if anything happens, I can easily escape.

My friends expressed their support for my decision. In order to celebrate my successful departure from Qinhuai, Li Mu began to review my past love stories in a large space, and analyzed them, and finally came to the conclusion: I am a "trapped" The goose who is blinded by love, it is admirable to wake up now, but it is too late.

I just wanted to knock him out across the phone screen, but we were so far apart that I couldn't stop his humorous sarcasm, so I could only gag him with a steady stream of specialty products.

Compared with this, Xiaohua is very cute. She keeps enlightening me, hoping that I can start a new life without Qin Huai's influence, and don't hold on to the past. I should get in touch with people more. I just agreed to her with a wooden face, secretly. But day by day the depression went down.

In my spare time, I would feed stray cats in the community, go to a park a few hundred meters away to watch old people play chess, and even sit in a lively square to watch children learning to skateboard and aunts dancing, but I couldn’t understand their happiness.

In October, I missed Yu Jia’s wedding, so I called her to apologize and saw the sweet wedding photos she sent. We talked very happily until Yu Jia told me that Qin Huai, who was never dead, came to the store many times to inquire about my situation .

Ji Jinglin also started to approve the application I sent out a long time ago, but I immediately blocked him. He had nothing to do with me in the first place, and he added me probably at Qin Huai's behest.Years of lovers have achieved success, but Qin Huai is still so idle. One day, my dear "A Lin" asks Qin Huai about the relationship between Qin Huai and "toys", and Qin Huai will be unable to argue.When I think of this, I even want to laugh a little.

At the very beginning, Qin Huai approached me. He contacted every old friend of mine, harassed them constantly, threatened them, and almost went crazy.Maybe it was just me annoyed and vindictive because I dared to take the lead in the fake game of loving and being loved and then left first.I just hope that Qin Huai is not that crazy, he should learn to stop losses in time, and don't have to worry about emotions like me.

Of course, if he doesn't know what to do and if I see him, I will swear that even if Qin Huai treats me like a rabbit, I will bite him hard and make him regret it so much that he would rather die.

I am only acquainted with one girl, the company's intern Xiaoqian.

At noon on weekdays, we always sit and eat together.

She is a strange girl, with bright eyes squinted, she always likes to look at me and make a strange laugh.Many people mistakenly think that we are in a relationship, I don't want to explain, because she actually said that I have a small face.

"Brother Lin? Do you have a lover?" she asked.

"No." I replied.

She giggled "Stop lying, your eyes are lying."

maybe.

I still haven't forgotten Qin Huai. Memories are another world, and I can't help myself. I can only feel dejected and feel the continuous pain in it.

Sometimes, in the silence of the night, I would pinch myself so hard that my bruised arms would bring me back to my sanity.

In April, the family called.

It was my mother, her voice unchanged for many years, buried in my heart, and now reawakened through the receiver.

"Your father is ill," said the mother, she paused, "you'd better come back and have a look."

"Well, I'll be right back."

Her call, her compromise, connected the thread that was almost broken between us for so many years.

Apart from my family and friends, I used to regard Qinhuai as my only reliance, but I finally found out that I was wrong. Maybe I was really young and vigorous at the beginning, but I didn't realize that sweet words are all lies, and only family is the only one. lean on.I should go back, go back and have a look, or I will feel guilty for the rest of my life.

I asked for leave in a hurry, returning home like an arrow.Driving a car, turning a plane, I thought a lot about the past, good and bad, melancholy, my sister's smiling face, my family's pride in my studies, my parents' fury when they found out my secret, and then endless quarrels, breaks, Years of foolish deception.

When I arrived at the bus station in the county seat, the time was just right. I bought a ticket and transferred to a bus. The temperature in my hometown was not as good as that in a small town. I huddled up in my seat. Afraid.

People say that being close to the hometown is timid. I was left behind by the car and looked at the vaguely familiar scenery in front of me: the streets were widened, the old trees that blocked the view were cut down, and the territories of the vendors were planned into small grids. I moved forward. Let's go, occasionally there are one or two familiar people, I can't see clearly.

After looking for the address, I finally arrived at the place where I lived for a long time.

I mustered up the courage to ring the doorbell and said softly, "It's me."

The door opened, and it was my father, who looked fine, at least not as bad as my mother described.

I watched him until I realized I was standing in front of the door.

He let out a sigh of relief, turned his head, and peeked at me from the corner of his eye: "You're back."

My mother greeted the bag on my shoulder and the gifts I bought temporarily, and stared at me greedily. I looked at their familiar faces, but I was speechless for a while.

"Dad, are you okay?" I changed my shoes and asked.

"It's okay, it's okay." He closed the door and said uncomfortably, "Don't listen to your mother's exaggeration."

"Yeah." I'm glad he's okay.

Just... miss me, I thought quietly.

I was still a little uncomfortable, so I simply sat on the sofa, while my parents were busy washing fruits in a panic.

There are prepared tea and paper cups on the coffee table, as well as some ordinary peanuts, melon seeds and apples, as if they have been guests.

I glanced around, and some things were familiar. There was a new sofa at home, some flowers with lush branches and leaves, and a large and thin TV playing current ethical dramas.

My stomach is very empty, I can't lift my spirits for everything, and I don't care how disgusting the taste of peanuts is, I just throw them into my mouth one by one.

Tired, he lay sideways on the sofa, not knowing what his parents were doing, closing the kitchen door, arguing in a low voice, and not turning off the faucet.I got up to remind them, but my mother had already come out, leaving my father alone in the kitchen on the phone.

"Are you tired?" My mother looked at my tired face with worried and dodgy eyes.

"Is Dad okay?" I asked.

My mother smiled, with some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes: "There is no major problem." She looked at my squinted eyes and said, "You must have been running around for a long time, take a rest, there is no rush, the room is still there."

The room is indeed there, I didn’t turn on the light, and through the dimming sky, I vaguely saw the bookshelf full of books and the pen holder in front of the desk, still the same as before.

My mother took out the quilt from the closet and made the bed for me. The bed was soft and warm, with the smell of sunshine.

"Go to sleep."

I nodded and got into the quilt.

The door was softly shut, and I covered my eyes with the quilt, plunging myself into total darkness.

Soon, the dream came.