The accident in my life is only you

I had no choice but to throw the phone further away to prevent myself from calling Liu Shu again on the spur of the moment.

After one o'clock in the morning, on the way back with Xiaoya Xiaoqiu, my head was still a little drunk.

We found a stone bench outside the park and prepared to rest for a while before returning to our residence.

With her feet off the ground, Xiaoqiu sat directly on the stone table boldly, closed her eyes, and felt the cool night wind and the unrestrained relaxation after get off work.

Xiaoya was standing next to Xiaoqiu, leaning on the stone bench, pressing the buttons on the phone quickly with her fingers, as if she was replying to someone else's text message.

And I chose to sit on the stone bench opposite them to rest, straighten my legs, relax the nerves in my legs, and feel the rare coolness in Jiangcheng's summer nights.

After typing the text message, Xiaoya looked up and saw that I was still in a daze, and asked concerned: "Yingying, are you a little drunk because you drank too much at night? Are you feeling uncomfortable now?"

"Fortunately, when I went back to the box, I felt a little uncomfortable, but it's much better now."

Looking at Xiaoya's disbelieving eyes, I smiled and added, "Really, I'm not drunk now, it's just that my head hurts."

Xiaoya quickly changed the subject, took out a few hundred yuan cash from her bag, threw it on the stone table, and said happily: "Comrade Yingying, the big boss said that he had a good time at night, and gave me a tip of 800 yuan. The sister invites you to have a big meal."

Xiao Qiu opened his eyes, and asked from the side: "Which big boss, the one who used to wear a hat? The one who brings his assistants to drink every day?"

Xiaoya turned around and grabbed Xiaoqiu's arm, excitedly said: "Yeah, that's the one, I asked Yingying to play dice with him at night, you don't know, our old handsome Yingying has won many rounds with him. "

Xiaoqiu's eyes were bright, she looked at me and agreed, "Well, wow, it turns out that Yingying is so good, it turns out that a person who is good at drinking is also good at playing dice."

I was a little embarrassed by what they said, so I had to smile with the corners of my mouth open, "It's just a fluke, it's really a fluke, let's just eat a big meal, it's late at night, let's go back to sleep, I'm very sleepy."

Xiaoya's excitement still didn't fade away, she was still chirping with Xiaoqiu about what happened in the box at night.

But she quickly noticed me who was slightly quiet next to me, and then noticed the sadness in my eyes and the tired look, "Yingying, what's wrong with you, why are you unhappy? Did someone bully you in the nightclub, tell me .”

"Well, I..." After murmuring for a long time, I still didn't know how to speak, so I could only sigh.

"You, what are you?" Xiao Qiu answered casually.

The depression in my heart had nowhere to pour out, under the suggestion of Xiaoqiu's words, my heart suddenly relaxed, and I quickly blurted out, "I called her at night, alas, after drinking, I called her again."

Xiaoqiu quickly caught the words in my words, and smiled slyly, "So, the person you called last night was also him?"

After a short pause, he continued, "Tell me about him. When did you separate?"

And the reason why after I accidentally said this sentence, I still calmly listened to Xiaoqiu's next words was because they didn't know that she was a woman in my mouth, and they just let it be , I'm talking about a boy.

I turned around, looked at the darkness in the distance, and recalled our past, "I met her when I was studying, very early, in the first year of high school, so it has been five or six years since now, she should have liked me very much before." Well, but I didn't accept her, and later, when I wanted to accept her, she already had someone else she liked."

Xiaoya on the opposite side put away her mobile phone, and was focused on listening to what I had to say next, but I didn't know where to start.

Xiaoqiu didn't hear the depression in my words, and became interested in listening to the story, "So you have never been together before? So you are now a crush?"

I replied with a wry smile, "Well, I don't know if we've ever been together."

"Ah? You're so miserable, that's because he's abusive? Then who is he cheating on? It can't be your friend." Xiaoqiu asked casually, but this sentence pierced my heart.

I bit my lower lip and didn't answer, as if I tacitly accepted what Xiaoqiu said.

Yes, it was such a coincidence that I naively pushed her to my good friend. Since then, I have been hurt in the stomach and back, and betrayed by friendship and love at the same time.

"God Yingying, you are too miserable, you will encounter this kind of bloody drama, you are really talented." Xiaoqiu looked at me sympathetically.

Under the expectant eyes of Xiaoqiu and Xiaoya, this story quickly rushed to my heart, wanting to rush out of my throat and let others taste its sorrow.

Like a balloon filled with water, a small gap is opened by someone, and the water inside gushes out instantly, and it can no longer be contained.

I looked at the deep darkness in the distance again, and gradually revealed the repressed past in my heart.I filter the plot that may reveal her gender, restrain my emotions, and try to explain it as someone else's story.

At this time, the surrounding area was quiet, only the sound of vehicles roaring past on the road not far away from time to time.

I quietly thought about the fragments in my memory, and calmly told them one by one, like a bystander, tearing my own wounds in an indifferent tone, and my heart remained as sad as ashes.

It is hard for me to believe that I can tell all this with such a peaceful state of mind, like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, has settled those flashy sorrows and joys, and calmly tells the past that has shared sorrows and joys.

In this silent late night, my voice drowned out the chirping of insects around me, bringing all three of us back to that unknown story.

Xiaoya and Xiaoqiu maintained their original postures like this, and did not make a sound for a long time, as if they had been immersed in this tortuous story.

After a long time, Xiaoya took out a pack of women's cigarettes and a beautiful lighter from her backpack, then took out a cigarette, put it in her mouth, and lit it leisurely.

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke rings. The smoke rings were carried away by the breeze and gradually dissipated in the air, leaving behind a faint tobacco scent.

I haven't seen Xiaoya smoking for a long time, and she is not addicted to smoking. She only touches it when she is depressed or extremely happy. In the three years I have known her, I have only seen her a few times.

I guess it's because I didn't express the story well enough to make Xiaoya feel boring.

Because such a similar story has been staged in thousands of different versions on TV, and my story, to them, may be just an ordinary and regrettable story.

So I ended the story hastily, stopped the sound, still looked at the darkness in the distance, and suppressed the sourness in my heart because of this story.

But Xiaoya handed the cigarette and lighter to me, her voice was soft and not as happy as when she just came, "Yingying, this is a lady's cigarette, it doesn't smell bad, would you like one?"

She took another puff of the cigarette, exhaled a bit of white mist, and continued in a melancholy tone, "Yingying, there are some things that you can't force. If you go far away, you just go away, and it won't come back."

I turned my head nonchalantly, looked at the lighter and cigarette in Xiaoya's hand, heard the words she said, my heart ached for a moment, the calmness and peace in my heart disintegrated in an instant, as if the suppressed sadness in my heart woke up in an instant .

I shook my head slightly, and refused the invitation to smoke, "I want to let go, but I, but..."

But how should I express my reluctance and reluctance to let you go? If I have a way to give up, why have I disregarded my dignity and stood behind Liu Shu with joy all these years, just because she thought of me at a certain moment and gave My little nostalgia.

I pursed my mouth and lowered my head, not knowing how to refine the unwillingness and brooding in my heart.

Xiaoqiu took out a cigarette from Xiaoya's hand and put it in her mouth, lightly pressed the switch of the lighter with her fingertips, and lit it up instantly, "Yingying, it will pass, it hurts so much, just put it down."

Xiaoqiu took a puff of the cigarette, spit it out without swallowing it, and gradually submerged in the darkness, never to be seen again.

It was nearly three o'clock in the morning when we returned to the vicinity of our residence.

We still had a small celebration at the barbecue stand that we packed before, drank some wine, and finally returned to our residence.

I was lying on the mat. Due to the influence of alcohol, my mind seemed to be uncontrollably flipping through the previous memories one by one. They kept switching back and forth in my mind, which made me very nervous.

For a long time, the surroundings were silent, and there was no more sound, as if in a dream.

The sound in those clips became more and more obvious, and then froze in one of the frames.

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