The little girl picked up from the Internet cafe

When I noticed her, my mood was at a low point. It was the same for me every day. I was tired of home, tired of work, and even tired of life. When I was smoking alone, I smiled bitterly and laughed at myself: You are twenty-six years old, why are you still confused and depressed?

I forgot to introduce myself. My name is He Zheng. After graduating from a junior college in 2012, I opened an Internet cafe in a well-known university in this city through a relationship. Although it was a joint venture with others, But it’s still considered starting your own business. The school is in the suburbs. During the day, I would go to an Internet cafe to play games or visit Douban Tieba. In the evening, I would eat something casually in the university town, and then return to the city to sleep in a small apartment I rented. I don’t know how many times I have restrained myself when I was in college. Fortunately, I think such a regular life is quite comfortable. If my parents didn't keep nagging me about starting a family and starting a career, well, wouldn't I have already "established a career"?

The only aspect of "getting married" that doesn't meet your requirements is that you keep nagging me in my ears all day long, causing me to eventually have to move out and live by myself. That's fine, Emperor Tiangao. Far away, I can breathe free air.

Speaking of which, the beautiful girls around me in my university (let’s call it university) have never stopped, just like the bees flying around the rapeseed flowers, one group goes and another group comes. Son, okay, my dorm roommate prefers to call me a rotten egg. How could there be such a handsome rotten egg? Let me just say, they are nakedly jealous!

Although I have only graduated a few years ago, I still feel old. Otherwise, why would I occasionally think that my parents’ nagging makes sense and then have the idea of ??finding a good girl to marry? This is simply unbelievable. You know, in college, if anyone said this to me, I would definitely laugh out loud, not just in contempt.

But recently I have become more and more annoyed and bored. Watching the young faces coming and going in front of me every day reminds me that I am no longer young. I think back to what I was doing when I was their age. I was still in an Internet cafe, playing League of Legends passionately, shouting and shouting with my team members, fighting fiercely all night; or having a little ambiguity with a girl, dressed up. I go out on a date in a glamorous manner, and then look for my next target before I get bored; or when I wake up, my dorm buddies have already returned from class, and I go to the water room to wash up in a daze, and my toothbrush accidentally slips into the dirty pool. , I cursed: shit! Squirt out a burst of white foam. Four years of nothing. As I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt my nose was sore. I blew out a puff of smoke, wondering when did I become so pretentious.

After putting down the cigarette butt, I returned to the service desk. The Internet cafe was doing well, which is always a good thing. It should be class time now, and there were still a lot of people, mostly boys. I looked at the people under the light of the screen. There are young faces that are intoxicated, thinking that Internet cafes are really a harmful thing.

At this time, a girl came in. I paid more attention. It’s not that I’m lustful. Yes, I’m lustful. But even the ancients said that food, sex, and sex are all things. I just have a common problem with ordinary men. That’s all. I have read countless people in the past two years, and I have discovered a phenomenon: the girls in this university are obviously not as good as when I was in college. When I was in college, almost all the girls in the school wore make-up, and their clothes were more fashionable than the others. The makeup is as delicate and white as a porcelain doll, the eyes are painted so seductively, the eyelashes are like small fans, blinking and blinking, the lips are a little bright red, and of course, only they know what they look like after taking off the makeup. . However, most of the girls in this school don't wear makeup, and they wear bare face. Moreover, this is a science-oriented university, and there are only a few girls, which made me feel that there was a fly in the ointment after living a small life.

Later, a sentence from one of my buddies made me feel relieved: That’s because all the girls are focusing on their studies. Otherwise, how could they get into such a good university?

That makes sense, right? I felt the same way, and since then I have been in awe of those girls who are scary when they come out at night.

The girl who came in had no make-up, and her facial features were very, how should I say, very elegant, with an intellectual and elegant look, but her big eyes were a little ignorant, which gave people a very different feeling. I'm pretty good at spotting girls. She's different from the girls I've come into contact with before, which is why I was attracted to her at first sight. She has the simplest shoulder-length hair, which is black and of good quality. It does not look like it has been ravaged by any perm or dyeing. She wears a pair of blue denim overalls, which completely changed my concept that overalls are maternity clothing. She paired it with a pair of beige Wearing casual shoes and a small backpack lazily hanging on his back, he stood there like a tall and tall poplar.

"Turn on the machine for two hours." The voice was crisp and good, not the sticky type I hate.

"Did you bring your ID card?" I asked her.

"Ah? Do I need an ID card to go online now?" Her surprised look made me want to laugh.

"Yes, you have to use your ID card now." I repeated it patiently.

I saw her pulling her backpack in front of her, lowering her head and rummaging through it. I glanced at it, oh, the things inside were really messy. It looked like a whole boys’ dormitory. It looked so neat and tidy. The girl is not a good match.

"I didn't bring it, um, can I have my ID number?" His eyes were wide open, full of hope.

"No." It's strange. Normally I would be impatient, but today I was in the mood to play with her and answer questions.

She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then raised her head again,

"How about you lend me your ID card?" The little girl is quite stubborn, I'm a little bit Unexpected, yet somewhat funny, spoiled child.

"No, it must be my ID card." I said with a smile, watching her turn and leave angrily.

Fifteen minutes later, I was watching a movie. "Pop", I looked up and saw, it was the girl just now. She was looking at me with a proud look on her face, as if to say: Now Let's see how you still stop me. I calmly picked up her ID card to register. The girl in the photo had short hair and round eyes like a tomboy.

Wei Xinxin is six years younger than me.

I used some means to find her QQ account and added her as a friend. There were no restrictions and it went smoothly. I chatted with her and not surprisingly, she didn’t talk to me much. While chatting with her one after another, I browsed her space. The fastest way to understand a stranger's appearance is to read his photo album, and to understand a stranger's heart, you have to read his diary. Of course , if so, my space is probably covered with grass now.

I first came to her photo album. The little girl had a very generous space. Most of the photo albums had no restrictions. Only one photo album marked "Sister" was encrypted, so I ignored it. I saw photos of her from junior high school to college. Seeing her at such a fast speed made me feel like I was watching a flower bloom in a fast shot. I became more and more interested in this girl.

Then I found her diary and filtered out what she had written personally. I chose to start with the most recent ones. I admit that my behavior was a bit lewd, but don’t all relationships begin with strangers? Without a humble beginning, there would be no wonderful follow-up development.

The last two articles are two travel notes. I have been there. Yes, I accompanied a girl in college. Let me think about which girl it was. Then I remembered. She is a fellow countryman of my buddy. Her name is Fei, we have been together for about a year, which is the longest time among the girls I have ever dated. I still remember the disbelief and hurt look on her face when I finally told her that we were breaking up. She refused to break up with her no matter what, until one day she saw me having sex with another girl in a restaurant, and she left When she came in front of me, I was extremely scared. I was afraid that she would imitate the injured heroine in the TV series and pour water on my face. There was no water on the table, but there was a bowl of steaming porridge with steam rising, but she was just cold. He coldly hit me in the face with each word: "He Zheng, I thought you were not like the rumors, but I was wrong. You trample on girls' feelings like this. One day, you will reap the consequences. You are like this." People don't deserve love at all.

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These words made me worried for several days. How could this woman named Fei be so narrow-minded? It was just a breakup. As for cursing me like this?

I shook my head. , lit another cigarette, took a puff, and continued to read her diary. I felt that her writing was very good, although some sentences seemed to me to have grammatical problems. Well, it should be due to my limited Chinese language skills.

"Now, the impression it leaves in my mind is the red building, the golden Buddha statue, the green tree, and the white of my sweater,

It was the peaceful and graceful Buddhist music that I was immersed in during lunch.

It was the magnificent Bodhi Hall outside the hall that I held my hand on the railing and looked in for a long time.

It was the scene that I stared at. The hidden smile at the corner of the Buddha statue's mouth is,

It is the natal Buddha Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva that I searched for but could not find in the end.

It is the white dove in front of the Buddhist temple that is not greedy for bread crumbs. ,

It is the lonely red corridor,

It is the stupa that I silently circled three times,

It is the two and a half words that I have been chanting for a long time. Wishes,

are the monks with a leisurely face and hurried steps,

are the innocent children I covet,

are the curling green smoke,

It’s the crowds of people kneeling down and worshiping devoutly.

It’s the various looks that I encounter. It’s how the Zen temple looks like to me. ”

Every “is.” . . . . . "After that, it was accompanied by a corresponding photo, so appropriate and very comfortable to look at.

I leaned back on the chair and looked at the photo of her in the "white sweater", and I was lost in thought for a long time, until The cigarette burned to the cigarette holder and burned my fingers, and I suddenly woke up: I fell in love with this girl.

The pride and confidence I retained in college made me not understand what rejection was. She was the second one. When I came here last time, I took the opportunity to see her looking for a job. Well, many children in college are very independent and work to reduce the burden on their parents. I admire such people from the bottom of my heart, even though I did it myself I have been a parasite for four years, and I still nibble on it from time to time.

I returned to the main station, used my brain a little and came up with a solution, and almost slammed the table with excitement: two years of living like a pig did not end. It did not lower my IQ, so I immediately drafted a recruitment notice and ran to the nearby printing room to print it out. The whole process took less than five minutes, and then I just had to wait patiently.

Here it is, the corner of the aisle. Only a few leaves of the green plant were left to survive. I caught a glimpse of her coming through the wide and sparse gaps in the leaves, picked up the white and thin A4 paper that carried my future happiness, and pretended to stick it on the conspicuous Sure enough, she looked curiously at the location.

Recruitment notice

This Internet cafe is now recruiting a part-time network administrator. Students from our school are given priority. She can work after school hours. The working hours are flexible and the salary is every day. It’s 20 yuan per hour. If you’re interested, please contact me immediately.

I can’t bear to let my child catch a wolf, the salary is relatively high, and the workplace is in a school. I believe that these two points alone will make this little girl worth it. Measure.

She looked up at me and seemed a little hesitant.

“Classmate, do you have any friends who want to work part-time? You can contact me, but you have to do it as soon as possible, otherwise I cannot guarantee that this vacancy will still be available. "I took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire.

"Boss, do you think I can do it? "

Yes, only you can.

"Well, let's try it out for a week first. If you pass the trial, your salary will be paid this week. How about that? ”

“Well, okay. "She nodded.

"Well, I'll tear up this recruitment notice first, otherwise my place will be crowded in a while, don't you think so? "I felt like the big-tailed wolf in the cartoon.

The next day, she and I became "colleagues."

Gradually, I became more and more dedicated, and I got off work later and later in the evening. In fact, I just wanted to stay with her for a while. Even when I got home, I would recall her every little move, every smile, etc. over and over again in my mind. I laughed out loud unconsciously, and then I became alert: When did I become so poisoned?

This is a slow-moving child. He has been at work for a week and is still a little reserved in front of me. I wonder who the fierce little girl who borrowed my ID card from me to surf the Internet and slapped her ID card on the table was. Isn't it her? But finally she no longer calls me boss, but just like the boys who come here often, she calls me Brother Zheng.

The same two words sounded so ironic when they came out of her mouth.

After we got acquainted, we often chatted. She is from S Province, and Fei is also from S Province. Let me go. Why do I always think of Fei recently? When I think of Fei, I think of the last words she said to me. How disturbing.

The little girl said that her parents had gone out to work since she was very young and placed her in foster care at her uncle's house. Therefore, she was very close to her uncle and aunt, especially her cousin, and was very polite to her parents. I looked at the calm expression on this little girl's face when she talked about her parents, and suddenly I felt a little bug called distress biting me.

I like to look at this little girl, of course when she is not paying attention, she seems to have a slight mysophobia, everything from her hair to her shoes is clean, and she can smell something good when she is close. The light fragrance of washing powder, every detail seems to have been carefully polished, so you can't find any flaws. But as time went by, I discovered that she was actually a lazy child.

She doesn’t know her own charm. She is not a great beauty. Her beauty is eight points (well, it is also a very impressive number), but she only reveals five or six points, and the rest is hidden. Her slender body of 1.65 meters was only revealed in her inadvertent movements, which amazed me.

She always had her hair loose, at least when I saw her, there was only one time when she had just finished washing her hair and it was not dry yet. Her hair still hung down on both sides of her cheeks, but her pointed chin immediately stood out, making her whole face more delicate and lively.

"Hey, it looks different. Why didn't you comb your hair up before?"

"Oh, it's so troublesome. I'm clumsy. It's easier to let my hair down." Son!" She smiled at me, as if she was embarrassed by her clumsiness. With her slightly messy hair, she looked indescribably seductive at that moment.

I want to take this baby home and hide it from others.

In the afternoon, we watched ghost movies together, including the Japanese film "The Grudge", which I had already watched. Because the little girl wanted to watch it but didn't dare to watch it myself, I was happy to accompany her again. Read it again. I didn't expect that a horror movie would make me want to laugh. It's really a sin.

I laughed because she sat side by side with me watching the movie from the beginning, with her back straight as usual, but later she covered her face with her hands and squinted her eyes between her fingers, shrinking into a ball. , I had no intention of watching the movie, and this little girl’s cute reaction was much more interesting than the movie. The movie continued, and suddenly, you know that most horror movies are about a "sudden" moment. The little girl was frightened, screamed "ah", subconsciously started to stamp her feet in protest, put her hands on her legs to cover her face, and mouthed Still frightened, he shouted with lingering fear.

"Why don't you stop reading?" Seeing the frightened look on her little face, I really couldn't bear it.

"No, no, no, after reading." She pulled her chair back and sat behind me, as if I could help her block potential dangers.

The movie continued. Now I couldn’t see her. I could only feel her breathing, which she sometimes held and sometimes relaxed. After being frightened again, she pressed my left shoulder, and I looked sideways. Except for the head and two hands that were exposed, the rest were hidden behind me. I was still squinting and looking through the gaps between my fingers. A strange feeling surged through my heart, and it seemed that my whole body felt at ease.

"Aren't you looking for abuse? I'm afraid you'll see her like this." I was a little dumbfounded and couldn't understand this little girl.

"People who watch horror movies are looking for torture."

I finally finished watching the movie.

"Brother Zheng, aren't you afraid?" She looked at me as if she didn't understand.

"I'm not as scared as someone else," I smiled, rubbed her black hair naturally, and then said, "I'm going to repair a machine. Do you dare to be here by yourself?"

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She nodded, seemingly reluctantly.

Sure enough, before I got halfway, the little girl chased me and followed me like a little tail. She stayed like that the whole night.

I didn’t go to school for the first time when I met the little girl for two months. One of my buddies got married. At the wedding, I looked at the beautiful couple as white as jade. I was caught off guard and I was beaten hard. I was moved, a glass of wine went down my throat, I missed my little girl so much.

As soon as the wedding was over, I went to school. I wanted to express my love to the little girl. The little girl was sitting in the reception desk and was stunned. The brats from the Internet cafe came over to make fun of her. I looked at the little girl. The girl has a furry coat collar, furry cuff trims, a furry head, and a gummy color. I just wait for her to say yes to me, and then I go and hold such a cute and furry girl.

When she promised me, I was as excited as when I was a child during the New Year. Amidst the cheers and cheers, I took my little girl out of the black high-back swivel chair, and she nestled obediently in my arms. , and in an instant I felt that my life was complete. She, Wei Xinxin, is my He Zheng's rib.

I said to myself: I will treat her well.

I cheered up again and felt that life was so beautiful, even the gray sky in S City was so lovely. I even planned to take her to meet my parents sometime. I think I was lucky to meet the right person at the right time.

"Brother Zheng, my sister knows that I have a boyfriend and wants to see your photos." One night, I sent the little girl downstairs to her dormitory and she told me.

"Look, I'm so handsome, I'm not afraid of them seeing it." I hugged the little girl and kissed her cheek. She giggled in my arms and avoided my lips.

Sometimes people will say: If you are too happy, you will be a little worried, for fear that God will regret and take away this happiness. Only later did I understand why this sentence existed.

One day a week later, I came to school and unexpectedly found that the little girl was not there. Even when I called her, her phone was turned off. There was no news from her until the evening. I was a little panicked, afraid that something would happen to her. I couldn't help but blame myself for being careless. When I saw her, I made sure to ask her for her dormitory phone number and her roommate's mobile phone number.

At this time a boy came in and handed me a piece of paper,

"Brother Zheng, a girl asked me to give this to you."

I accepted it. Come here, this piece of paper seems to have been torn directly from the diary, and was simply folded in half. I unfold.

"My sister came home suddenly. She seemed to be ill and looked very haggard. I always heard her crying secretly at night. I was very worried and didn't know what happened to her. I could only gather around her. She was hanging around, pouring her water and getting apples.

My sister just hugged me and cried again. She told me that she was abandoned by a person, and that person didn't care about her sincerity and didn't cherish her. I comforted my sister, and there was a surge of anger in my heart: If I meet this guy who makes my sister so sad, I will never let him go.

'Xinxin, make friends in the future. Be careful and don’t make the same mistake as your sister. Don’t touch the flirty man to avoid getting hurt in the future. Do you understand? ''Yes, I understand, sister.'' I nodded obediently.

After I finished reading, my heart suddenly ached, as if I understood something. No, I opened QQ, entered her space, and in the album marked "Sister", a question popped up:

Sister's name ?

I typed "fei" tremblingly, and I could hardly find the corresponding word among the pile of homophones that came out.

The photo album was opened. There were dozens of pages of photos, all of which were of the little girl and Fei. There were single photos of Fei, and more of them were group photos of two people, or close together. Smile, or have a funny look on your face.

Opening the mailbox, there was an email lying quietly inside, from a little girl.

"Brother Zheng:

Ever since I knew you were the one who hurt my sister, I have been struggling for a long time. A week is not a short time, so there is no need to doubt that I was impulsive. , I finally decided to break up with you, not because I wanted to avenge my sister. My sister didn’t say much later, and she even regretted letting me know about it, because she could see that I really liked you, and you didn’t either. The frivolous He Zheng was back then, but the obsession he left behind when he was young was too deep: I can no longer accept you as I did before because of the obsession with not touching flirty men. I can't do that. Please forgive me for my selfishness and cowardice. Now. , let us each return to our original world.

Xinxin”

I read this short letter over and over again.

I walked outside, lit a cigarette, and found that it had been snowing.