As I said before, when I was in a bad mood, no one usually missed me, as if the whole world had forgotten me. And when I was busy with work, there were always people who came to harass me, as if the whole world began to miss my miss my socks, my smile, my red shorts and my smell of smelly socks.

For example, tonight, I was in a surprisingly good condition, which was the most in good condition in half a year. When I finished writing a chapter and was about to write the second chapter, I received a text message.

Five of the ten text messages I received before were advertisements, and two or three were fraudulent messages. The remaining one or two must be weather forecasts. Because of this, I turned off six days a week. Not long ago, I finally discovered that there was something in the world called mobile phone assistant that could block spam information. After using it, I felt that it was okay, so I had the courage to turn on the phone every day.

The text message was indeed very short, with only three words in total: "Have you fall asleep?"

The sender is Ji Jing.

I originally thought that the story between Ji Jing and me had come to an end completely, but because of this text message, my story with her had been brought up a line after the end and a new paragraph was spread out.

This made me wonder, what exactly she wanted to do?

A minute later, she sent another text message, still saying: "Are you asleep?"

Repeat a text message twice. Is there something wrong with the movement or is there something wrong with her finger?

I prefer to believe it is the latter. From the perspective of the actor's self-cultivation, this makes her look more layered and can highlight the tension and anxiety in her heart this night.

Generally, things I believe are contrary to the truth, so it is very likely that she pressed her hand twice.

I didn't reply, and at this moment, my thoughts were suddenly sublimated.

I had a problem in the past, and I would never refuse girls, especially beautiful girls.

On this night when changes happen, I am ready to make a little change again.

After repeated consideration, I did not reply to her text message.

Do you think a woman sends you a text message at around 1:00 in the middle of the night just to reminisce about the old classmates? Maybe someone will have such a pure heart, but it’s a pity that my heart has long been not so pure.

The moment I put down my phone, I felt like I was sublimated, and a feeling of being untainted from the mud arises naturally.

Then I thought, maybe some story with her tonight. Because of my noble rejection, I missed the opportunity. Thinking about it carefully, this kind of thing has not happened for the first time. Every time I have premeditated, I always fail, and when I am not prepared, I always have accidents.

When I was twenty years old, my life was quite chaotic. For a while, I was very interested in a girl, and I showed that I was only interested in her body. She refused to live with me. One day, she was drunk at midnight and called me and said, "Come and pick me up, I will give it to you tonight."

I didn't believe it at all at the time. It was terrifying to be drunk. The previous time she vomited me all over when she got drunk.

The next day, my friend, Shao Lin, came to show off to me and said he had sex with the girl.

I asked him what was going on, and he said that the girl called him at half past twelve tonight and said only one sentence: "Come and pick me up, I'll give it to you tonight."

I can't describe my mood at that time. The only thing I can do is to fill eight bottles of beer and fall drunk on the road.

After a while, I woke up from my memories and continued to write.

Not long after, I found that I really couldn't write it out because my heart was already in chaos.

My previous thoughts have been interrupted, and now my heart is messy again. The time to test the professional quality of a writer has arrived. Legend has it that there are a few demons in our industry who can write with the left hand and the right hand. Some can chat passionately with girls while calculating tens of thousands of words every day. It’s a pity that I have never mastered such skills.

“No sleep.”

I sent this text message to Ji Jing, and I must admit that I am really a bitch.

I just pretended to be noble and refused to play, but now I can't control myself anymore.

Her reply was faster than I thought, and she sent a message in less than 20 seconds: "Are you in Chengdu?"

I replied: "In."

She said, "I'm a little hungry, come out and have some late supper."

I originally wanted to politely say, "No, it's so late." The text message I actually operated was the following three words: "Where to eat?"

The story of having the opposite sex is inhumane. I didn't wake up my brothers who were already asleep, and I rushed out by taking a taxi alone.

Chengdu is indeed a city that you don’t want to leave when you come. Even at 2 o’clock in the middle of the night, you can still find a place to eat. Jiuyan Bridge is a more magical place. Since the famous Bridge Stone Gate Incident not long ago, this place is full of legendary colors. You can often see **sitters sitting on the ground and shouting, "Sister, come back quickly."

I feel a lot when I revisited the old place. If I went to Jiuyan Bridge with my girl several years ago, a story would inevitably happen. Everyone knows that this is the symbol of Chengdu night culture. A man and a woman are usually not going to talk about their life ideals when they go to Jiuyan Bridge Bar Street.

I have been doing Ouyang Ke for too long. When I met Ji Jing tonight, I finally felt like I was Brother Jing. She seemed to be afraid that the hints she gave were not enough, so she specially wore a gorgeous red dress with a more charming makeup than on the plane.

When I encountered this kind of scene, I was not in a hurry. Last year, Abin attended the junior high school class reunion and had an in-depth exchange with a female classmate, and expressed his feelings: "When you become a junior high school classmate, you will find that you have no thoughts about your junior high school years."

Ji Jing and I have had a past that is worth remembering. If we don’t talk about love, friendship and only talk about porn tonight, there may be nothing worth remembering.

I have a problem. I always feel it when I shouldn’t feel it, and when I shouldn’t feel it.

Because of this, I missed many opportunities, and several cooked ducks flew.

I had an old problem again tonight. At first, Ji Jing's eyes were quite seductive, but later she found that I didn't play opposite her, so she couldn't get into the role. She became more literary than me. She found a smaller and fresh bar and put on the stance of talking about her life ideals with me.

We sat down face to face, and her opening remark seemed lingering in fear: "Fortunately you are in Chengdu."

I began to think about what she said. Could she not be in Chengdu? This is not unreasonable. The arrival of her work flight to Chengdu does not mean that she must live in Chengdu. Getting off the plane in Chengdu does not mean that she will definitely stay in this city. For example, I am planning to go to a small county town in two days.

She should have been struggling with this issue, so she looks like she is still scared. I was particularly moved by this. I don’t know how many years no woman would have thought so much before coming to see me. I suddenly felt like I was surrounded by love.

Next, she played with the wine glass, a little embarrassed. I knew why she was embarrassed. She said that opening remark, probably because she was hoping that I would take over the conversation, but I didn't say anything, causing her to play a solo show alone.

Sometimes as a man, you are particularly sad. You clearly understand the other person's feelings and are very moved, but because you don't express it clearly, she will blame you for ignoring her feelings.

When I was still a naughty boy, I suffered a great loss for this. Now I have learned so much, so I simply asked the question I really want to know: "Where did you transfer to school and where did you go?"

"I went to City Z and the university was at Southwest Jiaotong University."

"You are from Jiaotong University?" I was shocked.

"What, are you too?" She was also shocked.

"No, I remembered that there was a song at that time: I don't have a girlfriend because I don't have a pretty girl..."

"It seems like there was such a song ten years ago." She asked without getting angry about the song, "Where are you, I heard you went to Tsinghua University, what happened later?"

I was stunned: "Who did you hear me tell you that I went to Tsinghua University?"

She looked as if she was taken for granted and said, "Once I met Miaomiao, I heard her say. You have such good grades. What's so strange about going to Tsinghua University? Could it be that you went to Peking University?"

I suddenly felt particularly sad. She was so colorful tonight, perhaps because she came to the boy who could take the Tsinghua University in my memory. In fact, sitting in front of her was a young dropout who had been in a third-rate university for less than a year.

In the end, I chose to seek truth from facts and briefly talked about my experiences over the past ten years. During this process, I felt deeply. It turned out that life really couldn't stand the complaints. I could tell it clearly in more than ten minutes after more than ten years of life experience.
Chapter completed!