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Jay is getting married.
It’s been a long time since we heard about Jie and Shu. It may be that life is still passable, or that we are too busy with each other, except for the occasional pleasantries, we haven’t had a good get together with them for a long time.
When Jie told me the news, neither Shu nor I thought that he was the first one among the three of us to get married. I met his fiancée in his bar. She is a very gentle woman with short hair. All her gestures and gestures show her inner temperament.
I returned to his home ahead of schedule, and after he sent his fiancée back to her natal home, he hurried back to chat with me.
“There’s beer in the refrigerator.” He put the car keys on the cabinet in the entrance, and while taking off his shoes, he looked at me who was sitting on the sofa in a daze.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a drink.” The weather in Chongqing has been capricious recently, but it doesn’t have the craving for beer when I sweat profusely in July and August.
He took out two bottles of Odeon from the refrigerator, bit the cap off with his teeth, and handed me a bottle.
As I said a long time ago, this seems to have become a tradition for us to meet. Every time we chat, we will inevitably be full of emotions, and beer must be our companion during the period.
JB has grown stronger, and his beer belly can even be seen in the T-shirt. I made a joke, and he seemed a little proud to say: “No way, my wife is too virtuous.”
“How do you know each other?” I asked, because I suddenly remembered that the three of us seldom spoke in the group. In the five years since he graduated, he has grown from a somewhat apprehensive student to an adult who can read words and deeds.
He smiled and took a sip of his beer: “She came to the bar to drink, and it happened that there were no people there that day—you know, it’s usually lively on weekends.”
“We’re together like that?”
“How can it be! After a few more visits, we will get acquainted. I asked her if she would like to be the proprietress, and then we got together. It has been more than half a year now, and we are planning to talk about marriage.”
“Why have you never mentioned it in the group?”
He smiled wryly: “It should have been said, or it was a cryptic expression. You may be too busy to understand.”
I nodded apologetically, and it was difficult to take up the conversation, so I picked up the wine bottle and touched him, and then started a new question: “How does it feel-you know, I haven’t experienced it, the mouse one didn’t at all At this point, only your relationship is stable and is about to complete the transformation.”
“How can I tell you…” He raised his head and pondered for a while, then continued, “It’s completely different from the love in the student days—although I haven’t experienced the love in the student days, but judging from your sharing at that time , It’s really very different. The love when you were a student is happier, but the love that is rushing to get married is actually a lot of trouble.”
“Why do you say that, don’t you think love is more stable after marriage?”
“Occasionally, but it is unknown before marriage, not to mention all kinds of trivial things in life.” He handed me a cigarette, thought for a while, and continued, “It is true that the relationship in the student days was more unstable, but the young People don’t care about this, they wish they could stick together every day for a lifetime, and at that time they didn’t know how long a lifetime was, right?”
I think of Feng Yuhan whom I met when I was a student, with a simple ponytail and no makeup, but there is always a kind of magic in her body that attracts me. We feed the kitten on the software together, and the first thing we do when we come home from school every day is to call each other. We get tired of being together every day, and we never think about the day when we will be separated sooner or later. She is lovely, gentle, considerate, never loses her temper, and never makes trouble out of reason. At that time, we were 100% pretending to be each other in our hearts, and nothing else existed except falling in love with each other.
After many years, it is difficult for me to fully describe how beautiful Feng Yuhan is in words. Before I went to take the Putonghua test, I wanted her to help me correct some pronunciation. She found the manuscript, copied it word by word on the paper, and circled every pronunciation I mispronounced with a red pen.
But the good times didn’t last long. For some reason, our relationship was no longer the same as before. I even sent text messages when I told her that I passed the Mandarin test. She replied with two words: That’s great.
Many years later, when I saw Feng Yuhan again, she no longer tied her ponytail, but cut her shoulder-length short hair; she is not only cute, but a little more mature; she will not take pictures of me again The photo of her lying on the bed when it was taken into the bedroom would not tell me “brother, remember to feed the cat later”, and we no longer think about each other 100% in our hearts.
I have lost forever the right to be loved by her.
The current Feng Yuhan is gentler, cuter, more mature, more beautiful than before, and more worthy of being loved. After she separated from me, she got better and better. She once said, “Jay, I would like to see you have a bright future more than anyone else.”
But I did not become the appearance she had blessed at the beginning.
“Drink!” Jie interrupted my recollection. I saw that there was still more than half of the bottle left in the bottle, but I lost interest.
The next morning, Jie sent me to the high-speed rail station. I sat in the back row and chatted with him casually. There are many photos of his fiancée posted on his car, all with short hair and a bright smile. Jie is wiping the steering wheel with one hand and holding the gear handle with the other. He looks very happy.
When he got out of the car, he rolled down the window and looked at me as if expecting my blessing. I stood beside the car, leaning on the roof of the car with one hand, poking my head down to hesitate to speak, and finally said only one sentence: “Treasure her well.”
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