Kuai Chuan Zhi Won't Love You Again

After Song Jia's resignation, the position of deputy editor-in-chief has become a favorite in everyone's eyes. Everyone is probing on the surface and asking behind the scenes, whispering in one second, and sitting in jeopardy the next, as if they are talking about unimportant things, but what is in their hearts? What kind of thinking, everyone except myself does not know.

Su Nianjue caught a cold again, thanks to the cold this time, she came here aggressively, allowing her to escape the farewell party of several people successfully.When Xun Jianxin was about to leave, he called her specially and said that he would treat her to dinner.Su Nianjue considered that he hadn't eaten dinner, so he took a roll of toilet paper from the table, wiped his nose and booked a meeting place with the other party.

When Xun Jianxin came over, Su Nianjue was pulling the toilet paper in his hand to wipe his tears without any image, sneezing several times, his body trembled every time, looking very miserable.The young man opened the chair and sat down, took out the menu on the side and glanced at it casually, but stared at Su Nianjue from the corner of his eye, until he saw that the other party picked up the kettle and poured half a glass of water, he put down the menu and said, "Sister Su ,How are you?"

Su Nianjue took a sip carefully with the water glass in both hands, and sneezed again when he heard this sentence.Although she tried her best to control it, the water in the glass still swung out violently because of the shaking of her body.Su Nianjue turned around holding the water glass, and the water poured on the floor.

Xun Jianxin couldn't help laughing, he took a few tissues and handed them to her, she took them naturally, just like handing tissues to each other after eating, speaking casually, "Look, I have a cold again, I feel really old."

It's not just a joke, she really feels old.After Su Nianjue finished speaking, he called the waiter, ordered a bowl of noodles and several side dishes, and then took out his mobile phone to play games with great interest.

Xun Jianxin wanted to say something, but Su Nianjue just lowered his head, responding inconsistently to the topic he raised.Sometimes when he said something, it took her a long time to react, and she looked at him blankly with the phone in both hands and said, "What did you just say?" It took a long time for Xun Jianxin to muster up the courage to shoot He patted the table, put one arm on the table, and said fiercely like an angry child, "Can you listen to me?"

Su Nianjue finally raised his head this time, the light in his eyes did not fade after the excitement, and there was a bit of casual irony reflected in the brightness.Before she could speak, a large bowl of noodles appeared between the two of them, "Your noodles, please let me go."

So the unfinished draft in the stomach was swallowed back in time.

"What do you want to say?" Su Nianjue brushed her hair, picked up the noodles with chopsticks and began to eat them eagerly. The noodles made a smooth sound in her mouth. Xun Jianxin choked, took a breath, and smiled, "It's nothing." thing."

Su Nianjue ate hard, and planned to pay and leave after eating.Recently, she felt that she was not in good spirits. After eating a bowl of hot noodles, she found that she was in a much better mood.It stands to reason that she shouldn't have come out, but she felt tired of the boring life of ordering takeout every day, so she let go of her diaphragm and sat at a table with him to eat.There was a thin layer of sweat on his head, but his body was much more refreshed and free. Su Nianjue packed up his things and walked out of the noodle shop where the number of diners was increasing. Xun Jianxin threw the money on the table and hurried out.

"Sister Su, I have something to tell you."

Su Nianjue covered his forehead to cover the sun, and the two slowed down, talking while walking. "Then tell me."

His calm attitude stunned him a bit.He opened his mouth, but he didn't know where to start. He didn't know whether to thank her or blame her, and he didn't know whether to tell her his excitement or anxiety. Habitually treat her as a trustworthy object-it was really just a study at first.Later, it turned into relying on and using her. Even among colleagues who didn't like her, he also drew closer to others because of her existence.

But he really didn't mean to.He just graduated, so he couldn't wait to get a foothold in this new environment.

Su Nianjue squinted at the traffic lights at the intersection. She looked at the neat and cold cars, the flow of people flowing back and forth, the black and white lines, red, green and yellow, the world was noisy and silent.

It's not that I don't blame you, nor do I want to tolerate you, but I just think that many things are unnecessary.No need to explain or listen, just think of everything as a used roll of toilet paper, and don't think about how clean and nice it used to be, just put it in the trash and forget about it.Su Nianjue folded her arms and walked a few steps forward. She thought, if you like someone, you have already tried your best. Why do you want to exchange for an ambiguous result?

The ambiguity was fruitless, she just did it for herself, why spread the facts under the sun for others to see?

"Xun Jianxin, in fact, you are still young. This society is so complicated, maybe we will get used to it in the future." Su Nianjue looked back at him and said, "Look, there are so many people and so many things every day, if I take everything to heart Come on, I'm going to explode."

After speaking, follow the flow of people across the zebra crossing.She felt strange when she walked halfway. She turned her head and saw that he was standing opposite, without moving his footsteps.It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but that a curly-haired girl kept pumping on him with a bag.Su Nianjue vaguely heard her crying and saying, "Why did you lie to me, why did you break up with me?"

The girl probably followed behind him all the time, and then rushed out to grab him when she was crossing the road—maybe she also realized that once Xun Jianxin stepped over that line, he really couldn't come back.

Xun Jianxin stretched out his arms to try to block her, but it didn't work.While panicking, he accepted the curious eyes of everyone on the road. He took the time to turn his head to look at her, but saw Su Nianjue pushing aside the crowd and walking towards the opposite side step by step.And then she got there at last, like staggering to the other side in a boat, while he himself was still suffering in hell.

Su Nianjue lit a cigarette, but Xun Jianxin's expression could not be seen through the crowd.She waved at him, feeling that something had really been let go from her back, completely, completely destroyed.

She is an old bacon, with no money, no house, and no brains. She has an average appearance but a very bad temper. In addition to her high vision, she also has a bad habit of being easy to get into a dead end.She had always thought that life was like this, that she had made do with it, and maybe one day her career would blossom and bear fruit. Now it seemed that Xie Ling's choice was truly decisive and correct.

The true meaning of life is to ignore others and improve yourself.If it's true, if you meet the fifth man, you will meet the God of Death, so it's better to be alive and kicking a few days in advance.

What if he really died.

There has to be someone who never forgets, right?Otherwise, she really couldn't close her eyes.

Xun Jianxin also completely withdrew from her life, and the days were uneventful, turning into ashes one by one in the fragments of her mouth.At night, she often calls Xie Ling, and their relationship is still close.It seems that the appearance of that Wen Shao man has never changed each other's lives.Su Nianjue suddenly felt that life was so empty, and from the day she abandoned her ideals and arrived in this city, Xie Ling became the whole of her life.

When I was very young, I lived for my family, for their goals, for their reputation, and tried my best to learn; later, I lived for myself, and this self was not all myself, but more for survival, desperately in a strange place Stand firm, just like the inferior Zheng Anyuan, and like the ambitious Xun Jianxin; now it is for that person named Xie Ling, she is the shore, ethereal, beautiful and unreachable, so she carves herself into a boat , thinking that you can put your heart and soul into your arms.She thinks that she has never burdened the other party—she has never told her about this matter, and she has never exchanged this love, but the inadvertent uncontrollable love still leaks from the corners of her eyes and brows .

But now she's tired again.This kind of love, even if it is really love, is probably doomed to rot.Once a rotten apple is kept at home for a long time, it will slowly, slowly emit a peculiar smell, and then emit a foul smell. Whether you throw away that rotten apple or not, there will be this lingering smell in the storage room. Rotten smell.And then maybe the whole house, the whole house.She is only 27 or [-] now, but she already has an old heart. She is stagnant in the face of the future, but she treats memories coldly.

Su Nianjue once thought that one day she and Xie Ling would get out of this vicious circle and live a happy life of traveling, playing and laughing, but she waited for so long that she forgot her original intention in the end.Her love has become a habit, and she has become a kind of bondage to Xie Ling's best friend. They are tightly entwined, getting closer and more suffocating.

After that, Su Nianjue began to take the work at hand seriously, no longer just doing boring interviews according to the procedures, nor just making preparations and then coming back to cope with writing. After working for a few years, once you get serious, you will get familiar with it very quickly.During the busy days, even I was afraid, but finally I no longer have to think about those problems that have no results.

In the beginning, she still had contact with Xun Jianxin.He still complained to her that he was in a different hemisphere in a different time zone and in a foreign country. He said he missed the food in his hometown, even the cheapest mustard in the supermarket.She fell asleep after listening to it. The phone in her hand fell to the ground, and a hideous hole was cracked on the screen. When she looked at it again, the phone had already been hung up.She tried hard to recall the details of herself and these men, but found that they appeared and disappeared so calmly, like a crumpled white paper, the longer it was pressed, the less traces there would be.

At the end of August, an earthquake from M City woke everyone up from their sleep.The breath of death that I haven't experienced for a long time enveloped its radius. Twelve hours later, the news of "M City Earthquake of magnitude [-]" appeared on CCTV.Su Nianjue originally didn't need to go, she should have interviewed a small mountain village on environmental issues, but it just so happened that the entrance of the small mountain village faced the highway intersection leading to M City, and when she was about to step into that village, the editor-in-chief of the magazine gave her made a phone call.Until she was stuck on the road, she still didn't understand why the person was temporarily replaced by her, but this did not prevent her from getting the news, and of course it did not prevent the light rain that day from turning into a rain curtain, blocking her at the entrance to the road. On the mountain pass road.

Su Nianjue saw the driver clutching the steering wheel with a melancholy look, and said to her in an authentic dialect, "Little girl, what should I do if the car can't move?"

"Why can't you go?"

Just as Su Nianjue was asking, someone knocked on the driver's window.The driver rolled down the window and saw a well-mannered young man looking at him with a smile.The man also took a look in the car, and happened to see Su Nianjue.Both of them froze for a moment.

"Uncle, I saw glass shards on the ground, but it seems a step too late now?"

Su Nianjue patted the driver, "Uncle, do you have a spare tire?"

"I can't even change the spare tire!"

She smiled, "It's okay, I will, and you can help me."

The author has something to say:

In fact, this story can be ignored. Its only significance is that it may not be purely fictional.Good night.