Mr. U of Guagua

The author has something to say: fly in disorder, but try your best.I'll be over as soon as possible.Give your virgin an explanation.

The longest thing in the world is not waiting, but the hopeless return period.

The maple leaves are green and red, and they fall several times in autumn.Rao Qiufeng no longer has the heart to spin around it.Probably surprised by its silence.

How long has it been?Guagua picked up a dead leaf.The mud on the dead leaves leaves gray-brown marks on the fingertips, just like the person left a cut in his heart, which can be healed, but does not want to heal itself, he is waiting, waiting for that person to come and then heal. Not paranoid, It's not that he likes self-torture, it's just that there is always a glimmer of expectation, and he always feels that he can only let go when he sees that person.

It has been five years since Guagua left home. Since the end of the college entrance examination that year, he has stayed in the city where he was a university. It was not until he came out to work for a year and was exhausted physically and mentally that he realized that he should go home.

go home? !Guagua felt a slight throbbing pain in his heart, wondering if he had come back.Laughing at himself, he should have forgotten it.

Although I have stayed in this brightly lit city for five years, but now I pack up my things and realize that there are very few things that can be taken away, and even less important things.Looking back at the moment when the door is closed, everything seems to be that when I first came, I hadn't moved in yet, and there was no trace of it.The long and short five years in my life and the city with a long history are like rubbing shoulders with strangers and passing by in a hurry.

A suitcase, a dead leaf, that is the trace of existence!Guagua remembered that diary, and the only trace of that person's existence was that diary.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when I got home, Guagua walked up the mottled and dilapidated stairs and knocked on the door.No one responded.Guagua was a little tired, leaned against the wall, and fell asleep after lying on the suitcase for a while.

When I woke up again, it was already dark, and the autumn wind was still mild.Someone was talking around him all the time, probably saying something like wake up, his head hurt a little, the noise made him raise his head and stare at that person fiercely.

"Are you awake? Who are you? Why are you squatting here? Is there something wrong?"

Guagua took a look at the man by the light in the corridor, his features were handsome, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses made him gentle and harmless, as if he was a young man who was a scholar.It was probably because this person's appearance was too gentle, or maybe Guagua was sick, so he told the stranger unpreparedly. "My name is Ruan Xingsheng. I don't have a key when I go home."

The boy didn't leave after listening, instead he knelt down and touched Guagua's forehead. "I see that your face is so red, you have a cold!" Guagua tried to say something in a daze but was unable to say anything. "Ah! It's so hot, you better stop squatting here, I'll take you to my house first."

Guagua didn't have the strength to struggle, and was dragged into the opposite door by him twice.A moment of realization flashed through Guagua's drowsy head, "It turns out that he lives across from my house, so he should be fine!"

Guagua was weak, and he took care of the whole process.What he took care of, Guagua couldn't remember, only knew that when he woke up the next day his head was much better, and his cold seemed to be almost gone.

"Thank you!" His voice was still a little dry.

"No, by the way, I looked at your house yesterday and no one has come back. You should rest at my house today. Ruan Xingcheng?!" Guagua nodded.He squinted his eyes, and the water in his hand was sent to Guagua's mouth. "Well, my name is Gu Nancheng."

Gu Nancheng took another bowl of porridge and a plate of medicine.Guagua took it silently. "Three grains!"

I have to say that Guagua thinks Gu Nancheng is very gentle.No matter in the past or now, Guagua seldom communicates with others because of his personality, and has almost no friends. Guagua sometimes wonders if Wu Yin is a friend?But thinking too much and being depressed made him have to give up thinking about it.Gu Nancheng was probably one of his happy accidents in the past five years, Guagua was a little dazed, can this person be a friend?Guagua has never felt lonely, but when he returned to a familiar place, there was no such person, and maybe because he was sick, he subconsciously wanted to be self-willed, and Guagua's heart twitched.No matter what the reason is, Guagua just wanted to grab such a warm person at that moment, and wanted to ask him for a hug that he had never had before.

But he couldn't say it until he finished the porridge.No hugs and no talking.

"I'm going to work, you should take a rest! By the way, do you have any food you want to eat? I'll make it for you when I come back!"

Guagua shook his head. "I'll eat whatever you eat and I'll trouble you."

He smiled and said nothing.He took his briefcase and went out.

Guagua stared at the ceiling, a tear rolled down the corner of his eye. "Wu Yin, I give up, is that okay?"

The prosperity has come to an end, and this year, one's persistence is hopeless and intolerable.But when I think about forgetting that person, I feel like the awl is going through my heart, which is dull and powerless.

what should I do?