Chapter 10 Section 4

I bought the bicycle; but he failed to participate in the event. On Friday night, I waited in front of the computer until midnight before he went online. Seeing that I was still online, he was a little surprised and apologized to me, saying that he was in a hurry at work and couldn't go on the weekend.I said it's okay.The news that China's energy monopoly ×× large state-owned enterprise is going to list overseas has gradually become more and more confirmed. This week, the whole company has been holding meetings. Obviously, the company intends to win this super big customer in China.

He asked me what I was doing, I dared not say that I had been waiting for him, and casually said that I was reading a novel. "What novel?" "Romance novel. He laughed, "Still believe in the story of Prince Charming?" I laughed too, and replied evasively, "It's always good to have dreams." He still seemed to be apologetic, and chatted with me very actively, "What kind of story?" I'm a little silly, the screen shows gossip posts from Tianya, high house prices in Shanghai, the life of house slaves born in the 1980s, and honeymoon trips in the Mediterranean.

Hmm... what kind of romance story? "It's a story about a girl who has a crush on a boy." "Why didn't she tell him?" "She dare not." "Why not? She told the man, there are only two endings, the man accepts her, they are together, the man does not accept her, they are not together. She does not tell the man, the end is that they are not together, the conclusion is obviously She told him it was the right thing to do." I stared at his words in a daze. I had never thought about the problem from this angle. From the perspective of economics, this problem can be so simple, but can it really be as simple as choosing an investment plan?

My long silence made him think of something else, and he said politely: "I won't disturb your novel." I replied immediately: "I'm not watching this meeting. I was thinking about what you said just now, and I found it very interesting. I didn't think so when I read the novel, but I felt very sympathetic to the heroine. Are you going to rest?" "I thought too much today. I kept pouring coffee when I woke up in the morning. My body was already very tired, but my brain couldn't rest. I didn't want to watch anything related to work. I wanted to watch TV, but I couldn't watch it anymore. , either a martial arts drama in sackcloth, or a braided drama with half a head bald."

I laughed at the computer, "Let me tell you a bedtime story!" "Okay! Is it happy ending?" "I don't know, the author is still serializing. Now many people post stories on the Internet, which is a bit like the newspaper serialization in the past. The advantage is that the author can faithfully express what he wants to express without being reviewed by the editor. The disadvantage is that there is no editorial check. It’s a pit, there’s no end.” "? Then you can only serialize?" "? Talk too much, you don't have time to listen!" "Long story?"

"A thousand and one nights." He laughed, "Don't be nervous, even if you don't speak well, I won't chop your head off." I smiled happily at the computer. If you were my king, I would rather risk my head being beheaded than be that Arab woman. I was joking with him, and you chatted with me sentence by sentence.I am extremely grateful to the person who invented the Internet, because of some invisible lines, we can accompany each other in this lonely night. I know that he doesn’t know anything. I don’t know that when I played football, the football hit my temple; I didn’t know that I was not absent from every basketball game he played; I followed in his footsteps and miraculously got admitted to Tsinghua University...

But, it doesn't matter, I thank God for giving me this opportunity to let him and me quietly start from the very beginning of the story again.One thousand and one nights is a long time, and I hope that when my story is finished, he and I can also "live happily ever after" like the king and the Arab girl. ~~~~~~~ Since that day, I have been watching MSN online every day, no matter when Song Yi is online, he can always see me.After all, he is a person who came out of high school and college, and there are countless topics that we can talk about. More importantly, in this world, except for his parents, I believe that no one has paid more attention to him than me. Know the books he likes to read, the sports activities he likes, the food he likes, and the books he hates, the sports activities he hates, and the food he hates.I have been to the places he has been, read the books he has read, listened to the songs he has listened to, and done the things he has done. Many times he just started, and I can finish what he wants to say .

We talked about childhood, youth, college, and now, about a book, a movie, and a piece of music. Even he himself was surprised. He once said to me: " Why do I feel like you and I have known each other for many years, if it didn't happen to me, I couldn't believe it." I smiled at the computer screen, we have indeed known each other for many years. On a weekend night, we talked about Gu Long and Jin Yong from Li Bai and Du Fu, from romanticism to realistic feelings, and traveled through Chinese culture for thousands of years. I told him that I really want to hear the Kanto Han Gao shout "Da Jiangdong" Go," he laughed.

We chatted so much that we forgot the time, and when we woke up, it was already past four o'clock in the morning. He was terrified, and said with a smile, "Go to bed quickly, except for drinking with my buddies in college, I have never chatted with anyone for so long. I forgot the time." But I suddenly went crazy and asked him: "The sunrise is coming soon, can we watch the sunrise together? My balcony is facing east." He readily agreed, and also stood in front of the glass window facing east. The two of us were in different places, but we witnessed the moment when the sun illuminated the city at the same time, looking at the buildings dyed orange by the morning glow, overlooking Awakened by the rising sun along the long streets, my heart is full of hope.At that moment, I felt that I was very close to him, and I felt that the city was very beautiful.

Gradually, we have a tacit understanding. Although there is no agreement, we will chat a few words every night before going to bed, and then I will tell a short bedtime story of One Thousand and One Nights. I don’t know if he will find the story boring. , In fact, many times, it is not a story, but some of my feelings, the pain and anxiety in the secret love, anyway, he didn't stop listening, so I continued to tell the story.