To my dear Mr. Meng

The new life is quite boring. Apart from being a babysitter for Boss Zhou and flying around with him, I mostly stay at home in my spare time.Although Guan Ting relieved boredom, she couldn't stay together day and night, not to mention that she was with her blind date now, so she had to avoid suspicion to some extent.

After I was discharged from the hospital, I called Meng Qiansheng and told him that I was discharged from the hospital, but I never contacted him again.After arriving here, I changed my mobile phone number and sent a group text message to inform me of the new number. I thought Meng Qiansheng would ask why I suddenly moved, but he didn't even reply, and I laughed at my own self-indulgence.

There are so many things at work, and I have to worry about trivial matters in life. I am so busy that I don't have time to think about him. After a long time, even in my spare time, I don't think much about him.

The feelings are still there, but unless you sincerely want to starve yourself to death, you have to move forward.

"People talk about fucking love even after they're dead? That's not called love, it's called going to the grave." Wen Zhuo is a bastard, but this fallacy seems to be shining with the light of wisdom.

Wen Zhuo said that I was his most unqualified friend with benefits, because we didn't even have sex on the day we met.

No way, forced by reality, I only took half a day off the day I went to the hospital, and I had to go back to work in the afternoon. In the evening, boss Zhou asked me to leave work an hour earlier to help pick up his son from the international primary school.

Wen Zhuo lay on the steering wheel of the Ferrari and snorted: "Are you a secretary? You're like a chief executive."

I said, "The chief executive has godsons, are you my godson?"

Wen Zhuo flicked the cigarette ash out of the window with one hand, and said with a smile, "Who knows if you want to be a son or a 'son'?"

"You talk a lot right now."

"I also talk a lot in bed, just to add to the fun."

I find him annoying: "Aren't you bipolar, can't you let me be quiet for a while?"

"I'm Type I." He smiled and turned the steering wheel, driving me all over the city, "We just complement each other, soulmates."

"Give me a cigarette."

I reached into his pocket for the cigarette case, and just as I found it, he moved aside and said, "Driving, don't touch me on the main road, if you want to do it in the car, wait until I drive to the side road."

I was too lazy to scold him for being crazy, so I lit a cigarette for myself and stared out of the window in a daze.

Wen Zhuo is a veritable little Kai, who eats, drinks and plays all day long, and spends more money than he can finish.He has a five-year history of bipolar disorder type I. It is said that he is recovering well.The first time I brought him to my house, he stood at the door looking around for a long time, and commented: "Can such a small room accommodate people? It's so depressing. I will get sick after living in it for three days."

I sneered: "Sixty square meters is spacious enough for me to live alone, and there are many families of three living in this building."

He was speechless for a long time after listening, and said with emotion: "Man is really a tenacious animal."

The strong class barriers smashed me to pieces.

I'm actually a person with little self-control, I can stay out at night when I'm crazy, because I was with Meng Qiansheng, I was always scrupulous and restrained, but now I hang out with Wen Zhuo, the devil in the world, and I don't even open the door to any direction when I get carried away Remember.After playing with him for less than three months, I have also become a half local snake, and there are countless local restaurants, bars and nightclubs.

Wen Zhuo has a standard young master's temper. Whenever he thinks about it, he throws things at people when he gets angry, and his company doesn't last long.That can't be called a boyfriend, he can ignore people for several months after he loses them, and he still spends his time outside during the period, one day his nerves got wrong and he remembered, and Xiangche rose to come to romance, which made people suffer No, every term is left crying and frustrated.Later, he got bored and stopped looking for a partner. He felt that he was more comfortable with a few regular friends with benefits, and when he thought about it, he asked someone out to connect with him, which was more fresh.

It's okay at night, he always stays in those gay bars, waiting for sex.I don't like going to that kind of place, it always feels like going to a doctor in a desperate search for a sense of presence and acceptance.I'd much rather go to a regular pub.

Wen Zhuo didn't think so, and said: "You are a full man who doesn't know a hungry man is hungry."

"I don't fucking want to fight AIDS for the rest of my life."

Wen Zhuo took out two condoms from his pocket, and solemnly handed them over to me, with an expression like that of Baidicheng Tuogu: "If you win the lottery, remember to get the blocking medicine right away."

"roll!"

That day I drove away his second-hand Ferrari angrily, but accidentally scratched the car door on the way, Wen Zhuo became furious and blocked me downstairs every day for a month.It was widely spread in the company, and later even the boss Zhou heard the gossip about "a Ferrari picks up Secretary Zhou from get off work every day" and "Secretary He is next to a rich woman". He looked at me with great interest, as if he was waiting for me. When did the sparrow turn into a phoenix.

The company was very busy in October, and Zhou Biao treated me like a donkey, wishing he could put cloth strips directly over my eyes so that I could keep grinding 24 hours a day.I feel that I am not a proletarian whose surplus value is squeezed by capitalists, but a slave of ancient Roman slave owners.At the beginning, I was worried that my depression would recur due to being too busy and too tired. I carried medicine with me every day, but in the end I was so busy that I didn’t even have the time to be depressed and sad, and it took too much effort to squeeze my tears.

On the day I came back, the plane landed early in the morning, and I took a taxi home and slept all day.When I was woken up by the phone, it was already more than seven o'clock in the evening, and it was dark outside, Wen Zhuo yelled at me on the phone that I was not a thing, playing with the world.

After a good night's sleep, I felt refreshed and in a good mood, so I didn't care about his insanity, so I took a taxi to the bar where he was.At ten o'clock in the evening, I drove back to his house.Wen Zhuo lives in the outskirts of the city. After leaving the urban area, we drove all the way. Both of us were half drunk. We were so daring. One dared to drive and the other dared to sit. Fortunately, God was merciful and let us go, so we were not surprised. arrived at his house in danger.

The garden house where Young Master Wen lives has a small balcony on the second floor. When I entered the door and turned on the light, I saw a huge monster lying on the ground. I was so scared out of my drink that it took me a long time to tell that it was a cat with smoky black fur. .

This cat has long and fluffy hair, at least two full circles bigger than ordinary domestic cats, and can only be described as "head".I asked seriously: "What is this? Catsla?"

"Wen Baorong, let's get to know each other."

The cat meowed softly, and circled around Wen Zhuo's trousers.Wen Zhuo knelt down, spread out a hand in front of it, and said, "Shake hands."

The cat put one of its front paws into his palm and let him hold it.

I was dumbfounded.

Wen Zhuo smiled triumphantly at me, and pointed at the cat with his backhand: "Wen Baorong, this is my concubine."

"One of the mistresses." I corrected him.

"It's just you tonight." He took off his coat and put it on the sofa, "There are too many people and I can't bear it."

The cat shook the tip of its tail in agreement.

After taking a shower and waiting for Wen Zhuo to come out, I have nothing to do, just sitting on the terrace and teasing the cat.Wen Zhuo said that this is a Maine Coon cat, which is naturally so big. I have never kept a pet, so I don't know.Wen Zhuo disliked his cat very much, and said: "She loses hair every day, eats too much, like a pig, sooner or later I will throw it away."

I asked, "Then why did you raise it in the first place? No one forced you."

Wen Zhuo choked, and it took him a while to say viciously: "I'm burning too much money!"

I think his illness may not be cured yet.

This cat is very interesting, a bit dog-like, it follows Wen Zhuo wherever he goes, and he also follows Wen Zhuo when he goes in to take a bath. He is kicked out as soon as he enters, and when he shuts the door, he meows around the door.Wen Zhuo yelled through the door: "Stop screaming, I'm not dead yet!"

I don't have a deep affection for animals, but Meng Qiansheng likes these furry things. He used to go to Wei Qiao's house, and he could play with Wei Qiao's raccoon cat for a long time.

Wen Baorong was lying on the tiled floor of the terrace, and I was fiddled with its tail boredly, Wen Zhuo also came out, sitting on a chair, smoking a cigarette, not talking for a long time.I sat down on the chair next to him, and Wen Baorong wanted to jump onto his lap, but was driven off mercilessly. After doing this several times, it finally walked away knowingly, and came to me with its front paws resting on the ground. On my lap, the big fluffy tail shook, I simply picked it up and put it on my lap, it was really heavy.

The night at the end of October was quite cold, and the wind was strong on the terrace. I also got goosebumps while hugging the big, thick and long-haired cat, so I told Wen Zhuo to go back to the house.Only then did he give me a cold look: "Finally think of me?"

I let Wen Baorong go down and said, "Is there anyone else here? Are you still jealous of your own cat?"

"I'm jealous."

He put out the cigarette butt and went back to the bedroom alone.

The man was clearly unhappy, but I couldn't figure out why he was.After smoking a cigarette from the cigarette case he left behind, I followed him into the bedroom. He was leaning against the bed and looking at his laptop, with resentment floating all over his five sense organs.I sat down at the end of the bed and asked, "What's wrong with you today? Are you still doing it?"

He pushed the computer and said angrily, "You know how to do it, you bastard!"

"Are you fucking sick?" I was scolded inexplicably, "Take medicine when you are sick."

He turned his head and ignored me.

I didn't intend to coax him either, I looked down and saw his facebook homepage displayed on the computer, he saw it out of the corner of his eye, and immediately closed the lid.I sat for a while, stood up and said, "All right, then I'm leaving."

He glared at me.

I saw that he didn't seem to want me to go, so I stopped again: "What are you doing, do you want me to go?"

He still remained silent, and I said again: "If you don't mind, then I'll sleep in the room next to you. I'm afraid I won't be able to get a taxi if I leave now."

His eyes widened even more, like his cat's.I couldn't wait for a reply for a long time, so I urged him: "You should say something."

"You sleep here." He turned his eyes away, his anger seemed to have subsided, his eyes were looking at the direction of the curtains in the corner, his eyelashes were lowered and covered, compared with his usual heartless appearance, he was a different person.

He rarely shows this side, but every time I like it like hell.

I sat back beside him, hugged his neck, and kissed the corner of his jaw—this is my favorite place, because it resembles Meng Qiansheng the most.He resisted for a while, and then half-pushed and half-pushed along with me. I pressed his ear and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." He replied muffled.

After a long time, he said again: "Today is my birthday."

I stopped and said softly, "Happy birthday."

He said fiercely: "Happy fart, it will be over soon."

"Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday." I couldn't help laughing, and asked while kissing him, "Have you made up enough?"

He pushed me away, his eyes were a little red from the alcohol: "He Yujun, you are so annoying."

I feel like I drank too much tonight, and I suddenly miss Meng Qiansheng so much, I want to have sex with him, and my internal organs hurt from thinking about it.I held Wen Zhuo's face, put the tip of my nose against his, and solemnly said: "Happy birthday."

He came up to kiss me, I pressed him on the bed, pressed his chin and kissed him, from the corner of his jaw all the way to his lower lip, and asked, "Has anyone said you look good here?"

He took out the condom from the bedside table and hummed, "I look good everywhere."

I smiled and said, "This is the best place."

I had so much fun in bed that it was almost ten o'clock when I woke up the next day.When I saw the time, I jumped out of bed in horror. After washing my suit, Wen Zhuo walked in from the outside and said, "Where are you going? Are you still at work today?"

As soon as I heard it, I suddenly remembered that I was on vacation today, took off my half-wrinkled clothes, and lay back on the bed again.Wen Zhuo was happy when he saw this: "Get up and eat. I'm in a good mood today, so I made you breakfast."

I rolled over under the quilt and joked, "I didn't realize you can cook."

"Otherwise I would have starved to death in the United States." He opened the closet, threw a suit of clothes on the bed, "wear mine."

I sat up and got dressed, he was watching with his hips crossed, the room was quiet, he suddenly said: "You were talking in your sleep last night."

"What did you say?" I didn't take it seriously, "Are you crying for a raise?"

"No. What's your name, Meng?" He looked at me playfully, "Who is it, your old friend?"

I don't remember at all what I dreamed about last night, and I haven't dreamed about Meng Qiansheng for a long time, so I vaguely agreed.

Wen Zhuo said with disgust: "You still miss it so much after breaking up?"

I teased him and said, "Because he has good skills in bed."

As expected, Wen Zhuo said angrily: "My skills are not good? Did you have a good time last night?"

I suppressed a smile and pondered for a moment: "Well...it's okay."

"He Yujun, you bastard!"

He jumped onto the bed and wanted to beat me up, but when I turned my head to hide, he was riding on him and covering me with a quilt, and I yelled, "Let me go!"

He didn't let it go, and said, "That won't work, we have to negotiate conditions."

I couldn't see him, and I was so suffocated in the quilt that I had no choice but to follow along: "What conditions?"

"say you Love Me."

"You're crazy! Go away."

"Hurry up, I'll let you out after I tell you."

I had nothing to do with him, so I said helplessly, "Let's do it. I love you."

"Too perfunctory."

"I love you."

With a flash in front of his eyes, he lifted the quilt and said with a smile, "I don't love you."

I was almost laughed at by him: "boring."

After entering the dining room and sitting down, Wen Zhuo fed the cat in the small garden.There is milk in the glass, eggs fried on both sides are placed on the plate, the toast has been toasted in the bread machine, and even the jam is spread.The sun came in from the other side, making the floor bright.

"What's the matter, can't you get used to it?"

When Wen Zhuo came back to wash his hands, I took a piece of bread and shook my head: "No. It looks like you're doing well."

He grinned and showed his white teeth.

What am I regretting, is it the eggs fried on one side, the bread without jam, or the new lover who doesn't know the old habits?

Are people always like this?

Originally Wen Zhuo was Wen Zhuo, and Meng Qiansheng was Meng Qiansheng, because he was more and more like Meng Qiansheng, but I resented that he was not Meng Qiansheng enough, not Meng Qiansheng.

He shouldn't be like Meng Qiansheng.

The author says:

Type I bipolar disorder is long mania and short depression, and type II is long depression and short mania.Wen Zhuo is type 1, and He Yujun is type Ⅱ. Generally speaking, type Ⅰ is more serious than type Ⅱ.