1. Sweet dreams by/Liu

From March this year to now, I have lost a total of 12 kg. After I posted this news in the circle of friends, except for the "bad friend party", most girls came to ask for a tutorial. I know you're not worried about this, because you, like me, are all weird physique that won't get fat after eating. The difference is that you are a girl and worth showing off, but I can't.

You have a lot to show off, your patience, your persistence and your good temper. These excellent characters keep you living a very textured life. Unlike other girls, you are not used to feeling, not used to finding a sense of existence by the outside world, and only believe what you hold in your hand. Maybe that's why I like you.

Emotion is very small in front of time, no matter how grand memory gives it, it can only be slaughtered. Because it is not only the test of passing, but also the screening of the carrier itself. It's like I just got your call and listened to you cry for half an hour. I'm so calm. I really didn't expect our relationship to be no different from passers-by in the end. We have never been together, but we have always been friends. I just didn't expect the fate between you and me to be close to chance.

At the end of the call, you asked me, "If you have a lover in the future, I can't call you that, can I?"

"yes." I replied categorically, as difficult as refusing telemarketing.

Followed by your heavy breathing, I can hear that heavy sigh wrapped in some unexpected disappointment, and then you said the usual thank you, saying that you are free to come and play with me. I was speechless for a moment. After hanging up the phone, many days of "playing" with you rolled in my mind.

It was the third semester of junior year, and everyone was trying to prepare for the internship of senior year. Only the two of us spend time watching movies and playing badminton. When the weather is hot, we sit on the bench in front of the library, drink the Mu Zi Railway on the first floor of the canteen and watch the crowds coming and going inside and outside the library.

It's really comfortable to spend time with you. Their inexplicable habit and behavior perception seem to deprive you of the boundary between me and you. I accompany you to buy heavy things, you accompany me to buy books and listen to lectures, we run together, play a silly game, and blow a cool breeze in the sinking square after dinner.

This comfort keeps pulling me to you, step by step irreversibly, and I am secretly glad again and again.

But even though all our topics cleverly avoided the words work, graduation, or separation, such a comfortable life did not last long and was interrupted by the subsequent senior three.

A group of parents in plain clothes took photos with their children at school, and freshmen looked at us with expectation and vigilance. Teachers began to bring graduation projects in groups, and everyone clenched their fists and prepared to launch an impact on the paper. We finally had to put away our high-sounding escape, straighten our skirts and step into the tense period of senior three.

You asked me how to write the opening report. I can't bear to disappoint you, and I don't want to miss any opportunity presented to you, so I stayed up all night in front of the computer to sort out information, download cases, learn, imitate and modify. Facing the morning sun the next day, it seems to be a jigsaw puzzle with your smiling face. The report will be assembled bit by bit. The moment you press "Save" after the last inspection, your smiling face will be printed between the lines of the screen.

To tell the truth, I have long forgotten how happy you are afterwards, only remember that you typed a lot of exclamation marks and thanks on the computer, which made me very satisfied. From that moment on, I told myself in my heart that we would go to the same city to work hard after graduation, and I would wander with you.

At that time, I searched the map every day to find a city suitable for you and me. A stupid behavior, but my analysis is very interesting. Where is closer to our home, which city is more suitable for people's life, and where the work matches our major. I paint in circles, like a stronghold of war.

So the counterattack began. In the following days, I spent every day in the library and studio, looking for information, literature, painting and inspiration, designing four or five computers by myself, and kept doing it. Everyone is out of school. You looked at me outside the glass of classroom C, smiling lovingly. Sometimes, after class, my friend knocks on the glass and points at my watch, indicating that I am late.

Later, when the thesis was reviewed for the third time, my thesis was put as a model in the group sharing of the college, and my graduation design was also the highest score in the whole department this year. Of course, you don't know these things. I wanted to tell you all these things I prepared for being with you, but before I could, the story ended here, just like once the war started, there was no way to end it well, and so did most feelings.

That night, I walked out of Building C in the middle of the night, with lonely and crisp steps, but I felt particularly practical. Suddenly there were fireworks in the sky, and there was a cheer in the distance, as if someone were deliberately booing. I stepped on the curious step and walked to the periphery of the crowd. I saw you panicked at a glance through the wall, and in front of you, there was a boy kneeling on one knee with a rose in his hand.

You saw me, too, and there was some inexplicable panic and embarrassment in your eyes. Finally, I couldn't walk down in the cheers of everyone, so I had to take the flowers from the boys.

People began to cheer, even ghosts. The lights are dim, and only the two of us look at each other in the world. There is no surprise or happiness on your face. I squeezed out a smile, pretended to bless, pretended to applaud, and then hurried out in a panic so that a surprise could be successfully kicked off.

I remember I haven't been so sad for a long time. I've been playing with my mobile phone all night, hoping to learn something from you, or expecting you to explain something to me. My reason is out of control, and my emotions command logic to reason, giving you reasons such as "riding a tiger is difficult" and "I am afraid that refusing will hurt the other person's self-esteem". Until dawn, I fell asleep disappointed.

When I woke up, it was your missed call, and I calmed down excitedly. You did explain it to me as I said. At that time, you only took the bouquet for a happy ending. Hearing this, I almost jumped out of bed. Because this explanation is enough to prove that you and he just take part in accidental amusement in the live broadcast, but you care more about the relationship with me.

Just like a person lost in the desert sees a village, despair and fatigue are alleviated, and the pace becomes steady and powerful again.

But in the following days, the boy never gave up. He is always by your side, always finding you and pestering you one second before I look for you. I began to get angry and even asked you to push him away rudely. We had nothing to do at that time, so we had a fight. I didn't expect us to blush because of such a boring thing. Finally, you accepted my unreasonable request and blocked all contact with that boy. However, we did have a gap because of this quarrel.

The day before the school job fair, I looked at the portfolio with confidence and wanted to ask where you are going to send your resume and which city you are going to live in. On the phone, we made an appointment in the corridor downstairs of the girls' dormitory. When I got there, I saw you standing at the door of the aisle, talking awkwardly with the penitent boy. When you saw me, you took the initiative to roll up my arm, as if to announce something to him. I smiled politely at the boy, knowing that there was a hint of contempt in my smile. Although naive and ridiculous, I really enjoyed myself for a long time.

The school is not very big, and there are friends in the corridor. We left in full view, and I was so angry that I made way for them. But out of the aisle, you let go of my hand. I was a little surprised that I didn't ask too many questions. I started talking without saying a word.

And the most wanted sentence "Where do you want to go?" I don't know why, but I didn't say it.

In the days of parting, time is tearing at our happiness, but there is no sureness in laughing.

For the last meal, we chose Japanese food, and there were few at home, so we just ordered casually. The food has not been served for a long time, and we are not in a hurry. When it was served, we were in no hurry to eat it. Chatting with mixed feelings, I suddenly realized that although this scene has happened countless times, it may not happen again in the future. It seems that we have a lot of time together, and it seems that there are only a few hours left. I want to seize every possible opportunity to speak, count every minute and cherish it nervously.

Later, we began to drink sake glass by glass until our eyes were blurred and our words were unclear. You seem to be crying, but you don't seem to be. You called my name in confusion, and you said, "Mo, I like you, but this kind of love has too much self-restraint, because I know you won't come home with me, and I just want to be a little woman, want to be with my parents, and don't want to go far, as long as it is dull enough, don't want to be too tired, and don't want to pursue too much ..."

Without thinking, I said, "Maybe I can go home with you."

At that moment, you smiled and you were happy. Pear blossoms bring rain. But I can see what's behind that smile, and you seem to understand how much it takes to realize what you said on impulse, so your smile is still mixed with excitement and disappointment. This smile seems to have untied a burden in my heart and revealed all the feelings I thought I had packed up. I have tears in my eyes, so sad that I can't make any sound.

I didn't see you off the day you left. I want to give you a big hug and watch you wave at the window of the station. But you know me. People who never like to leave can't face parting, so I took another sip of wine and escaped your departure in a sleepy dream.

Later, I went to Shenzhen, a city not far from what you said, but near or not. Two years later, in July, I went to the city near your home on business. My dad knew about you, so he asked me half jokingly if I was on a business trip or looking for you. I smiled and said, it's been so long, how could it be looking for you? Because I have been single since graduation, my father refused to miss every opportunity to capture my "lace" news. He asked us why we didn't end up together.

I told you you wanted to go home. I can't go to your house. I told him the seemingly perfunctory but also the most real reason. After a long silence, the father on the other end of the phone actually asked if your house price was expensive. I was startled and thought it was broken. Dad is serious. I didn't know how to go on, so I pretended to be male chauvinist and said, "Dad, I won't leave you to get married. I will work hard. "

My father interrupted me and said, "No, you misunderstood. I mean, our whole family moved there. "

I trembled for this, but I joked, "Dad, is this the legendary' buy one get two free, and the whole family is upside down'?"

My parents are the most common people in Qian Qian. They live in peace, work honestly and be a down-to-earth person. I have saved all my life savings for my education, and the rest is going to help me buy real estate.

When they came to the south to play, I showed them around. At first, the old couple still had some energy, but later they didn't feel fresh at all. There are only four or five hours for activities and entertainment every day. After this time, they will easily show fatigue, so I want to take them to play more, and I can only adapt to their state. Because I am tired of playing around, I just try more delicious food here.

My father's taste is partial. He doesn't like southern food very much. It's ok to eat fresh food. Although my mother is an electrical engineer, she also worked as a cook for a while when the industry was in recession. It's easy to get a kind word from her, but it's really difficult to get a favorable comment. But every time we eat together, they have a good time and talk happily, and then my goal is achieved.

But once after dinner, when I was waiting for the invoice, I accidentally looked back. My parents are like two lost children. They were unfamiliar with everything around them, looked at the environment blankly, rolled their eyes uneasily, and finally chose to look out of the window together.

I suddenly feel so sad. Yes, this is your city, the weather here and the news here. They are more familiar with it than you were the first time. Because of your existence, they are full of curiosity about this city, but when you really want them to live this life, it is another state.

Changchun has through flow in summer, or it is windy all the year round, so the use of air conditioners is not particularly great. When I was in Shenzhen, my father was afraid to go out every day. Seeing someone walking downstairs in the sun of more than 30 degrees, he felt that southerners were really powerful. When I was shopping with my mother, I happened to meet two people quarreling in Cantonese with different local accents. When she came back, she asked me how many words you could understand in Cantonese. Frankly speaking, everyone can understand the subway station, but it must be the Robo line.

Many days in the south, the two of them often stay at home, watch TV, eat, repeat the past and come again countless times. But if you are in your hometown in the northeast, you can find three or five colleagues and friends, play some mahjong, have a good meal together, ride the cool breeze, step on the sunset, drink and take a walk in your spare time. As a child, I know I owe too much. How can I have the heart to ask them to abandon their decades-old habits for myself?

I suddenly remembered your smile at the parting party, which was mixed with emotion and helplessness. I didn't understand the expectation and regret contained in that smile. Your hometown is also a small town, but I can't get in and you can't get out. Because of responsibility and concern, we can't take one more step for each other.

People say you just don't love enough. Yes, not enough love, but there are enough reasons. Looking back on the first few years of school, we had nothing. Everything in our hands can be used as a chess piece to help our feelings, and we can try our best again after each blood transfusion. But feelings are consumables, and no one can win the final perfection by chicken blood. Finally, we were dragged away by life, and in the passive loss again and again, we returned to the true colors of reality. When they grow up, all infatuated people become emotional profiteers and learn to bargain, distribute or balance. We are all patients of this era, ordinary young people living in the cracks are facing problems that all people are facing.

A local colleague of mine in Shenzhen introduced a boyfriend to her sister. The young man is from Hunan and has good conditions in all aspects. As a result, the girl said, "Oh, forget it, it's too far." After listening, everyone gathered together and laughed. When did Hunan become the "North"?

You see, we always want to minimize the risk of things, try to avoid some uncontrollable factors, and let love have more chances of winning, but forget the persistence of a relationship. This is the big chance of winning. So we are afraid that the choices we make because of impulse will eventually be overwhelmed by reality.

After work, I also came into contact with some girls, some of whom were good to themselves and some felt good about themselves. After careful contact, what is fresh in my memory is my reflection on my own changes. I used to get along with loneliness for a long time, and I also became dependent. A person lives like a world, but suddenly someone walks in and I feel uncomfortable. So he quietly showed some clumsiness and omissions, cut a hole in his heart and wanted to let the other party in. Tried again and again, but two people always don't deserve the frequency and ended in failure.

You want to rely on someone step by step, but at the beginning of the story, you find yourself more independent than before. Work needs experience, life needs accumulation, and so does love. You need to experience sadness, helplessness and loss to know a little tolerance, tolerance and cherish. Ideal can be met but not sought, lover can be met but not sought.

They said it would be a mistake to be lonely and stay married for a long time, and I realized the previous point.

A few days ago, my friends and I went to Macau. After dinner, I took a boring walk. At the entrance of the square, I saw a band composed of old people, surrounded by people. An old man with a white beard blushed abroad and tried to play a brand-new saxophone. When he took a breath, I could clearly see that his teeth had fallen off a lot and had begun to leak out of tune. The two old men next to him are playing guitars and beating a set of broken drums.

To tell the truth, their performance is amateur and not wonderful. But their selflessness, enjoyment and dedication attracted me deeply.

I remember a mother who told me that she had worked hard alone for many years, always thinking that she could save herself by getting married, thinking that if she had a family, she would really have something to rely on. I didn't know that after I really got married and had children, I just looked at the hungry baby every day, faced with trivial things, went out early and came home late, wearing a star Dai Yue. There are no other interesting things to do. The rest of the day is to grow old slowly, watch the baby grow up, leave himself, and then die quietly. Seeing the end of the day is a comfortable disappointment, even despair.

They say that loneliness and long-term marriage will be considered a mistake, and I have realized it a little bit.

Then, after 30 years old, when work has changed from ideal to livelihood and love has been assimilated into family ties, do we always have to find some games that can warm ourselves? For example, learn a useless craft that I have always wanted to learn, such as wasting some time to do something I want to do, but I have no time to do it. Just like playing saxophone, just like being a wandering artist. So I insist on finding, identifying and distinguishing, not to get ahead in their mouths, but to have a life worth looking forward to, complete and interesting in the future.

I understand that the way you choose to go home and the journey I choose will inevitably separate you and me, like an uncontrollable torrent, choose your own way and run to Wang Yang Lake. The separation between you and me is not because of geographical distance, but because we have already chosen our own way of life and have no intention of making any sacrifices for each other. The stupidity of self-deception makes us all cleverly avoid selfish shame and frame the crime of separation in reality.

Desire changes the ideal era, and reality will also frustrate reality, each with its own difficulties.

In such a long time of separation, I have asked myself countless times whether I regret being separated from you. On second thought, I just feel sorry. It's a pity that I finally met a suitable person, so I staggered. Unfortunately, it's not a pity. It doesn't matter whether the value is worth it or not. The important thing is, it's too difficult to find another person who can get along.

I don't regret it, because if I didn't choose to pack my bags and travel all over the country, maybe I would still be the ignorant little boy who was carried away by jealousy, and I wouldn't be the one who typed these words now. Although there are still so many shortcomings and deficiencies, fortunately, our efforts for such a long time have gained something. So, I like me now.

You keep saying I owe you a farewell. Because of my cowardice when I graduated, you always feel that there are some words between us that are not finished, stuck in my heart and choked. I don't know when we will meet next time. Maybe we will never meet again. I think what we can do for each other is to make our future life more interesting. Even for our ridiculous vanity and self-esteem, we can't bear to let each other see how painful we are after missing each other. What did you say?/Sorry?

If for the rest of my life, someone can blow away Clivia in front of my window like a breeze, turn over my diary and think about the time between the lines. If this tacit understanding can be repeated, I think even if the road ahead is difficult and dangerous, I will never live up to this beautiful dream.

Of course, I wish you meet that person soon. I hope you will be more moved and less sad in the future. I also hope that your tears will flow to a person's heart again in the future.

This is my farewell to you.

2. "I am waiting for you in the warmest place" contains 24 warm-hearted stories, 6 long letters and 6 short poems; Liu Mo smells warm and intimate.

Let people believe in love and the mutual tolerance, understanding and watchfulness of every couple in life.

3. Think of it as passing authors:,,,, Liu, Su Xin,, Yan Bo Chang 'an,, Zhang Hide,, Mole's potato, magic cloud beast, half a cup of warmth, cat whispering and cat searching, blue ocean in the wheat field, Mr. Insect Xueer, Wu Songzhang, Tian.