What happened in the summer of 2020

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In the morning, go to the subway station with your neighbors.

The neighbor said: You seem to be tanned.

I only stayed in the north for a week in early autumn. Isn't the sun in Shanghai more poisonous?

The neighbor asked me when I would share a house with a certain person.

I said: Why do you care more about this than me?

He was a little embarrassed, it turned out that he had already started thinking about the new people who would move into my apartment.

He said: If you can choose your neighbors, it is also a good thing.

The guy, who was so sad about my move earlier, it's a good thing so soon.

I said: Originally, the lease term was almost up, and the apartment would be rented out.

He said pitifully: What if the apartment recruits noisy residents?

Emmm... The management of the apartment has indeed been lax recently.If I publish the sublease information myself and introduce suitable candidates to the apartment, it should also work.

However, I said: Are you looking for a quiet person, or a girlfriend?

He said: Just find a neighbor who is easy to get along with, and make sure there is no other attempt.

I agreed to him.

Now that I have agreed to this matter, it seems that my moving to a certain place has also been put on the agenda.

After eating noodles with a certain person at noon, he began to discuss the renovation of the room, saying that he would get rid of the fitness equipment in the second bedroom, go outside to exercise in the future, do more aerobic exercises, and plan to replace the kitchen supplies, considering whether he should keep a dog now good time.

On Tuesday, however, he went on a business trip again.

When he was away, I usually partnered with the headmistress at lunch.

The female supervisor always wants to find out a little about my private life with a certain one.

She is so gossip.

I think, this may be why I like to eat with her.

In addition to revealing my love life, I will also pretend to care about her love life.

It turned out that she hadn't uninstalled the small software and was still looking for her fairy tale prince.

He will even swipe nearby people while eating lunch.

She said: The process of searching is exhausting.

I think she's having a little fun with it.

Like my neighbors looking for new neighbors.

On Friday, I came back from a business trip.

I went to his house for the weekend, and when he opened the door, he held a meaty shiba in front of my eyes.

ah?I said: You don't really want to start raising dogs, do you?

When I mentioned raising a Shiba Inu named Cang Hai, I was just talking casually.

I'm not ready to be a dog dad.

However, the dog is really comfortable to rub.

A son named Gouzi.

The dog twisted and twisted in his arms, rubbing its head against his neck, trying to lick his chin.

He put the dog on the ground, and the dog circled around him.

He said: Son, sit down.

The dog just stopped.

He said: This is raised by my mother, she and my father went out to play, let it go to me for a few days.

Oh, it turns out that I didn't intend to be a dog father, why am I a little bit disappointed?

I said: What is the name of this dog?

He said: Just call him son, raised by my mother.From the point of view of naming dogs, you and my mother would hit it off.

We went out for a walk with our son.

The son is very strong, and I am embarrassed to call him a son.

To be dragged by it.

A certain barking son, the dog stopped, and I stopped, and some passers-by showed confusion.

A certain person wanted to take advantage of me, and I said: It's all caused by the generation gap.

While walking the dog, I received a courier call.

I said: outside, come back now.

However, after hanging up the phone, I realized that I was in a certain store, and the courier should have been delivered to my apartment, but I didn't buy anything.

I called back, and the address the other party mentioned was a certain community.

It’s weird.

A certain person and I took our son back to the gate of the community.

Sure enough, I saw a courier and handed me a file bag.

When I opened it, there were a few photos of me and my old classmates at the Canghai wedding.

Obviously it was sent by Cang Hai, but he didn't even ask me for my address, and he sent it directly to a certain person. Did he acquiesce that I have already lived with a certain person?

When a certain saw the group photo, he didn't show any surprise.

I'm a little overwhelmed.I think it is enough to have an electronic version of this kind of group photo, and printing and mailing it is redundant.Besides, so many days have passed since the wedding, are Cang Hai and his wife still dealing with these trivial matters?

A certain person said: The photo was not bad, no one closed their eyes.

I wasn't in the mood to read it at first, but when I heard a certain person say that, I bit the bullet and flipped through it.

Then, I saw a photo that was not a group photo.

It must have been captured by the photographer walking through the banquet.

It's someone who is nervous sitting at the banquet and me.

The photographer even captured our silhouettes holding hands under the table.

My memories go back to that moment when the question was played on the screen.

But what the photos showed was different from what I remembered.

I remember a certain guy was more nervous than me at that time, and he kept staring at the question on the screen.

But in the photo, it is me who is obviously more nervous, I am staring at the question on the screen, while a certain person is staring at me.

I sort of understand Cang Hai's intention in sending the photos.

One said: I am handsome in this photo.

Well, I said casually: You are more handsome when you are serious.

He said: It's not the time to be serious, it's the time to look at you.

I was a little distracted, and I didn't notice the oily smell in this sentence.

I'm still thinking, I clearly remember that a certain person was more broken than me at the wedding, and when the screen broadcast problems, it was he who was holding my hand tightly, why did the photographer capture such a scene?

Did the photographer take a picture?

Uh, I come to my senses.

I don't think there is any need to make a fuss about it.

Regardless, the past is the past.

Who can verify their memory?

Perhaps how many brooding pasts are not actually as remembered.

I put the photos in the file bag.

I also received a call from a neighbor, reporting to me the situation of the two people who came to see the house today.

I hardly heard anything.

A certain person quietly heard about the progress of the rental, and took the opportunity to tell me about some room renovation arrangements.

I hardly heard anything.

When I, uh, came back to my senses, I realized what I had promised.It seems that he will be on a business trip next week, and I'm going to help him feed the dog and water the flowers.

In the evening, he ordered semi-finished ingredients online, and we were busy at home for a while.

After eating, I cleaned up for a while.

I feel that the wave of thoughts brought up by the photo is gradually passing away.

The flood of wedding memories seems to have returned to dormancy.

However, when I slept until midnight, I suddenly felt a sense of unreliability.

Struggling to regain some consciousness, I heard someone talking in my sleep.

I'm not quite sober yet.

One is not very clear.

But I still came to my senses, what he said was: Don't get married, don't get married.

Was he dreaming of a wedding?

I saw his frown in the dim light.

He was still repeating his plea not to marry.

I want to touch his brow and shake his hand.

However, just as I was about to move, I heard him say indistinctly: Don't want ten men, don't get married, don't leave.

I relaxed in one breath.

It turned out that it was me in his nightmare.

I don't know if I should wake him up or not.

Maybe the me in the dream will also comfort him?