What happened in the summer of 2020

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Just slept through the weekend.

I went on a business trip again on a Sunday afternoon.

The high season in September is such a busy time.

And I have almost lived in his house, because I am tied up by the dog, and I have to feed it and walk it sooner or later.

There is a difference between being single and having a dog.

A single dog makes people feel adrift, but having a dog makes people feel secure.In the past, I passed by the residents of the community and avoided eye contact with each other.But now that I lead a dog, everyone will pay attention to the dog, and greet me along the way, as if I am more familiar in a certain neighborhood than in my own apartment.

During the period, a certain friend came to the house.

It was a certain person who promised to give away the fitness equipment and asked someone to pick it up.

When I was alone at home, I was very embarrassed. I followed his friend to disassemble the fitness equipment and moved downstairs, as if I were a thief, worried that the old lady would show up at any time to check.

Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I can't tell whether I am at home or where.

The colleagues in the department saw that I got off work at the same time every day, and they also noticed the change, and asked me that I seemed to be very busy recently.

is not that right!

A certain guy, who was on a business trip by himself, arranged a lot of things for me.

I can foresee that in the future, if we really live together, this guy will definitely become more and more lazy, and will love to dominate me more and more.

In the past, when my colleagues talked about how to educate my husband, my ears would automatically reduce the noise, and now I listen carefully. Even the marriage law, which was the least familiar among all the laws in the past, has joined my lawyer promotion course.

Even, he had the idea of ​​keeping his small apartment, so that if he was wronged in the future, he could come and run away.

However, the neighbor who is acting as an agent for subletting matters has cut off my escape route.

Originally, he was still hesitating between the two tenants, but suddenly an acquaintance approached him.

It was the male co-worker he shared with him before he moved into the apartment, and I met him once on the balcony.

The neighbor said that the colleague lives a regular life and likes to be clean, so he just wants to change his place of residence.We talked on the phone and it was settled.I have a few small utensils in my apartment that I can't take away and don't want to lose, and he is willing to keep them.

The move is scheduled for the next weekend, just before the National Day holiday.

Things seem to be going well.

However, I am always a little uneasy.

Maybe you will feel this way before you live together and you are about to enter a new stage of life?

It could also be that I'm just being mediocre.

I even listened to unsolved mysteries before going to bed again, wanting to dilute my little troubles in the vast universe, hoping that the universe can give me a clear signal about cohabitation, just like letting the real dragon The kind of emperor enthroned.

The only person who can chat with her is the female supervisor.

Apart from the neighbors, only she knows that I am about to live with a certain person, and she is not as stupid as the neighbor who thinks that I moved there just to take a certain ride.

From the standpoint of fairness, the female director of course means that cohabiting with a certain woman is definitely not as good as cohabiting with a good woman of the new era like her.

Uh, I said: Good women in the new era seem to have new prey?

The female supervisor smirked.

It turned out that my observation was correct, and she really chatted with someone on the small software.

We ate together at noon every day, and she opened a small software and swiped to a nearby office worker.

Originally, a former victim like me should stand up and stop her behavior.

But because I'm cowardly, I don't want to judge her.

As a result, I was once again a victim.

Just on Friday, I felt a little relaxed when I thought that I was coming back soon. I wanted to change to a restaurant at noon, so I went for a walk with the female supervisor.

In fact, I didn't go far, and there are not many places to eat nearby.

When I sat down, I felt that someone was looking at me. The shop was full of office workers nearby. I noticed a man who looked familiar. I had seen him in Shaanxi noodle shop before.

The female supervisor was still swiping her phone, with a look of playing with fire on her face.

Halfway through the meal, the familiar man came to get a drink from the drink cabinet by my side and touched me.

He smiled and said sorry, but there was a little bit of testing in his eyes.

The female manager always liked to watch the excitement, but this time she lowered her head and ate ladylike food as if avoiding suspicion.

I became a little wary.

Could he be the new prey of the female executive?

The female supervisor is not using me as a cover, is she?

The man returned to his seat and glanced at me with a smile.

How to do?

I can't tell him directly that the person who is close to you on the small software is not me.

What if I think too much?

At this time, a certain person sent me a WeChat message, saying that he had finished work and was preparing to return.

I have a solution, dial the voice immediately.

A certain person quickly picked up and asked: Miss me?

Uh, I said: miss you, wife—

A certain one would not be shy, and said: If you want to, I will pick you up at the high-speed rail station.

I said: When will you arrive?wife——

I don't know if the female supervisor is tired of my voice, or she is worried that the conspiracy will be revealed, but she is so fun to sit on pins and needles anyway.

After the call was over, I went on to eat, and a certain person sent me a WeChat message to tell me where the car keys were.

I replied to him: I was just teasing you, you can take a taxi yourself.

The familiar man passed me after eating, and he seemed to have a complicated look on his face.

Adhering to her usual good tradition, the female supervisor hurriedly apologized, rushed to check out, and said that she would come to help me when I moved.

Emmm...

I don't have much to move.

Still, it's always good to have someone at your beck and call.

Finally, on the day of moving, my small apartment was bustling like never before.

Of course, a certain person, a female supervisor, a neighbor, and a neighbor colleague also came to help because they took a few of my things.

From childhood to adulthood, I have changed residences so many times, and it seems that I have done it all by myself. This is the first time I have done so much, as if I want to pack up my dowry and go to a distant place to get married. (Uh, the last time I felt close, I was still carrying a paint bucket alone)

There are not many things, and the tasks assigned to everyone are easy.

Work is auxiliary, and chatting is main.

Rare topic is around me.

They talked about things I'd been confused about, things I'd remembered wrongly.

The female director brought up the Mandela phenomenon again, and Amway has a wave of sensational and deranged experiences in her student days.

The neighbor's colleague is the least understanding of this, but it is rare to be a rational person, and he has analyzed the impact of memories on people.

And the neighbor has also read a book recently, and sublimated the topic to live in the present and let go of the past.

A certain person exchanged glances with me, as if to say that it's interesting to show off among the three of them.

Things are well packed.

Everyone eats and rests.

Suddenly, the noise of mechanical operation sounded outside the window, getting louder and louder.

When I came to the balcony, I saw an excavator break into the ruins.

The caterpillars pressed over the gravel and wormwood, and slowly drove towards the nail house.

I just realized that it had been a while since I hadn't seen that nail house turn on the light.

A certain one also came to the balcony and closed the door behind me.

I look at the ruins, and the ruins look at me.

I have lived here for more than three years, and I am really sad.

Someone put an arm around my shoulder and I leaned against him.

I said: The nail household who persisted to the end often reminds me of a text when I was a child.

One said: I went to school, let me guess.

But I don't think he could guess it, but he still gave a hint that it belonged to O'Henry.

He thought about O'Henry and Nail House, and said: Did you write about a leaf?

It made him guess right.

When he was shocked by his level of education, the excavator parked in front of the nail house boomed and waved its long arms.

It seemed as if the bucket touched lightly, and a hole was poked out in the wall of the nail house.

The bricks and tiles collapsed, and smoke and dust rose.

A certain person and I turned around. Amidst the rumbling background sound, the three people in the window seemed to be still talking.

A certain arm was still on my shoulders, hugging my neck.

I said: Your arms are too heavy, you can go to the construction site to work.

He greasy said: Then am I your excavator?

Probably, I think, my heart is about to be dug into ruins.

However, I do like ruins.

That is a return to the original state, and there are infinite possibilities.

Maybe tall buildings will be built in the future.

Maybe just like this, summer goes and autumn comes, and the person I love has always been ordinary and at ease.

(End of the article)

Do you also have a wall of memories in your heart?

Maybe someday someone will come and touch me

Midsummer 2021

Zhang Mijing