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Chapter 67 The Scumbag Inbox Is Open Again

"Crash..."

While turning the pages, Miao Miao stared at the manuscript paper intently. She continued to mutter: "Oh my God, this story is too long."

Yan Qing suddenly covered his eyes and said: "By the way, I crossed out a section in the middle. Remember to skip and read..."

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The way we looked at each other was full of ambiguity and unexplainable emotions.

Time flies very quickly. Our dormitory policy at that time was to turn off the lights and close the door at eleven o'clock.

The long-lost hormones firmly dominated my mind.

I admit that I was a gambler, but I succeeded.

I held her hand and asked her to go out with me at night.

At first her attitude was angry and resistant.

I remember that I grabbed her and said a lot of sweet words, but it was useless nonsense.

Finally she went out with me.

She told me a long time later that there was actually a passage that moved her at that time:

"If there is still time, I want to completely follow the standard process of college love and love you to the end, but I am afraid that I will graduate before we can even get to know each other and get to know each other. So, let us race against time to seize the opportunity.

Is this last tail good?"

Just like that, I took her, who was originally sensible and smart, and my dry wallet, and entered the cleanest hotel closest to the back door of the school.

Maybe it should be called housekeeping.

The room is big and clean.

There is a beautiful small round glass table.

I locked the door with my backhand, hugged her, and pushed her down on the small round glass table...



(Yan Qing used a black pen to evenly erase about 1,500 words)



During that time, we could only go out and stay once in a while due to financial constraints.

She never asked what our relationship was, and she always spent her money with me.

On the tenth day I met her, we were lying on the hotel bed watching "The Invincible Girl" together. At that time, there were less than fifteen days before the last time to leave school, and we were tortured by that deadline.

Her grades were very good and she passed the National Unified Judicial Examination while in school. She signed a job as early as early May and settled in a large energy central enterprise in Shaoguan, eastern Guangdong, as an assistant legal adviser.

As for me, I don’t have a job and don’t have the energy to submit a resume.

That night I hugged her and couldn't help but blurt out: "Let's fall in love."

To this day, I can still clearly remember the light in her eyes when she looked at me and smiled after hearing those words.

So from that moment on, we were together regardless of anything.

Every day after we decided to be together, we were racing against time.

We go to eat together, drink milk tea together, take walks together, follow the carefree juniors and juniors on the school's lover's slope together, and of course occasionally fall asleep together and wake up together.

Sometimes I can't help but wonder if the ending of the story would have been different if we had stayed in Star City during our graduation year.

The time was finally approaching the time she had set for leaving school early.

On the night of the 27th, we reluctantly stayed on the lawn of the new playground until very late.

Even the stars from that night are still twinkling in my mind.

On the day we decided to get together, I took off the rosewood bracelet I had worn since childhood and put it on her hand.

On the day she left, she tried to give it back to me, but I refused: "I don't want to take it back yet, let's try a long-distance relationship."

Fortunately, I casually attended the last job fair held by the school on the 29th, and was informed that I could join the job on the 30th. Miraculously, I started an internship for 400 Chinese dollars per month.

In this way, she and I started to live as newbies in the workplace, and also started a long-distance relationship that included talking on the phone every night, quarreling, and friction.

There were several separations and reunions in the middle, some of which she wanted to break up with, and some of which I wanted to break up with.

I still remember the last time we broke up, the sound of her sudden crying on the streets of Qianyang came from the speaker of my mobile phone.

At that moment, my mood was very complicated. Long-distance relationships were indeed a painful torture for us who were poor at the time. I really regretted that the last bit of time in college was not enough for me to love her properly.

In the end, the long-distance relationship only lasted for less than three months. During the long-distance relationship, we only met twice. For the first time, I understood a truth: "After eating hot pot with a very spicy bottom, you have to brush your teeth before doing something bad."

"

The second time, I accepted the bracelet she returned, knowing that I had finally lost her completely.

Newcomers in the workplace seem to be keen on discussing one topic every year: "What did you do with the first month's salary in your life?"

I never participate. When I really can't avoid it, I will choose to laugh: "Just think of it as living expenses. What can I do with four hundred a month?"

But in fact, I always remember that I was never willing to spend the first salary in my life that was paid on July 25 of that year.

It wasn't until we met for the first time during our long-distance relationship that she went back to Xingcheng to apply for household registration. Before returning to Shaoguan, I secretly stuffed the salary into her pocket outside the train station.

She knew that my financial situation was also very poor at the time, so I went to see her the second time we met. When we returned, she insisted on returning the money to me.

But I didn't want it, so she shed tears and took off the bracelet she had been wearing and threw it at my feet.

I didn't say anything, I bent down to pick up the bracelet, carried a black backpack I borrowed from her, and turned around to leave her city.

I don’t know if Teacher Yan Qing will laugh when I see this. We were really poor at that time. I had several poor relationships in college. More than ten years later, I only remember this one clearly.

I think this obsession may have nothing to do with money and time, but to be full of regrets.

In 2014, she returned to Star City from a business trip, and we met over a cup of coffee near the hotel where she stayed.

After finishing the drink, I sent her back and we had a five-second hug.

The moment we hugged each other, she whispered in my ear: "When can we settle the accounts between us?"

I hugged her tightly and told her in a trembling voice: "Don't even think about it. Just like that schoolbag, it's best not to be able to calculate what I owe you and what you owe me in your lifetime."

This year is already 2019, the fourteenth year she has known me and the tenth year I have known her.

If we meet again now.

I think there should be no hugs, maybe just a simple and unambiguous sentence: "Long time no see, how are you?"

Life is a continuation of stories, and this worn-out backpack that still accompanies me to get off work every day is destined to be the most colorful story in my life.

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"Since you like it, then go after Shaoguan. You can't bear to leave a job worth 400 yuan? You scumbag..."

After reading this manuscript, Miao Miao couldn't help but complain, and immediately realized something, she lowered her head shyly, covering her misty eyes with her loose bangs, and her soft and waxy voice slowly rose:

"...Huh...Brother Qing'er, as expected, it is still a story about a scumbag worthy of being spurned!"


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