Seek the original text of Sun Mengjie's "The Novel" in July and "Red Line".

Sun Mengjie in The Red Line is not the traction of fate, but the heart of "try it". From such a specious beginning, more than a year of relationship, I don't know whether it is lucky or unfortunate. I can't guess Zoe sitting opposite me, and I can't guess his heart. People say that men and women are different creatures, and they have different ways of thinking and behavior. A woman is a tortuous ileum, entangled in the end; The man rampaged and hit the nail on the head. I clearly know that I am thinking, but I still can't have the heart to "go on like this". And people only talk about irrelevant topics, and the more necessary they are, the less they care about me. "You want to drink a cup of coffee for a long time. Don't say any more. " Zoe muttered to herself. From black to brown, from smooth forehead to clear Liu Haier, from my favorite teenager who giggles at the sight of me to someone who is talking to me with his legs crossed. My heart is like being thrown into the cold sea, sinking deeper and deeper, gradually disappointed, and finally turned into a roar and no one responded. "Zoe" is not like the previous times. I have tossed coins at home countless times, and I don't know whether to compromise with my feelings or myself. This time, I was completely determined to cut off contact with him. But the whole chest is still the same as before, because I can't stand the sudden rising pressure, and I feel weaker than ever and can't say it. "What are you going to say?" He still hasn't stopped stirring his coffee spoon. "Let's break up and have a look?" I held my breath and said in a trembling voice. "What did you say?" I dare not look up at his face. I know he is sad and embarrassed, but I never know and I don't want to see him angry. But I didn't expect him to play around without listening clearly. Probably used to it. "I say we break up. I am serious. Let's break up. " "This again?" The air conditioner seems to be turned on too low, so low that the coffee left for only a few minutes is cold enough to frostbite his lips. Chen Qizhen's Gorgeous Adventure hit him on the head untimely. What a damn cafe. Hey, Zoe, you should be tired of it, too. We have no reason to be apart, but there is no reason to be together except love. Zoe is fed up with my willfulness, my irrationality, my incomprehension, his indifference, his tenderness, indifference and incomprehension. He was fed up with endless quarrels and tears, so was I, but at first, it wasn't like this. When we started dating, he would come to see me from the school on the other side of the city every weekend. Even if I have to change trains twice, I will stay alone for two and a half hours. Every time I wait for him at the school gate, the first thing I see is his unchanging smile. I bumped all the way until my lips turned pale, but I still didn't want to show any fatigue. In summer, he will take away the cold water bottle in my hand. In winter, he will put his hand into my arms, take away the hot water bottle I put on my stomach, and then hold me tightly and stand still for a few seconds. Just for a few seconds. Maybe girls just need these seconds. No matter the people around him, whether it is raining or while the iron is hot, whether it is sweating or shivering, he will walk all the way just to hug me for a few seconds. But boys are not always considerate and romantic, so they are creatures without self. Soon he began to complain that he was caught up in his lessons, or that he was involved in club activities and interpersonal communication. If you know this day, don't be so kind to me from the beginning. I will compare you with the original you. I really want to yell at him like this, but I can't say such a thing. Because if he didn't treat me well from the beginning, I would use this reason to blame him again. I was such a chatterbox, but I didn't know I was so mean. At that time, I would just cry and say, "You don't like me, why don't you like me?" Then I slapped his thin chest, pulled off his button unequivocally, and wiped his tears and nose on his shoulder. Zoe can only hold my head in pain with one hand, and the other hand hangs sadly without any struggle. Every time, he doesn't talk. I occasionally looked up and caught a glimpse of his blue face biting his lip, only to know that he was patient and forced himself to tolerate me. At that time, I couldn't say whether I was glad or sad. Zoe will hate me one day. I am so difficult and willful. But I can't help it. I can't help but want to determine my height in his life again and again. I can't help asking him to care more about me. I can't help asking him to be more perfect. The first time we met was at a bachelor party organized by the club, with old-fashioned links and stepping on balloons. I was arranged to be with a senior boy with a beer belly hanging down to his knees, so the freshman girl's longing for the fate object was immediately doused. I pulled a long face and perfunctory those games, so that at the so-called celebration party, my senior sister still couldn't get up when she invited me to dinner. It wasn't until dinner that I was full of fish and having a good time when the bell suddenly rang that I noticed the clean and white boy opposite. He always smiles shyly when everyone is gossiping. He didn't respond, but he didn't appear abrupt and inconspicuous. On the contrary, it was his clear outline and distinctive facial features that attracted me. After that, we played the game of king, and the senior sister was booing. We were arrested for three minutes. In fact, I didn't mind anything, because in my eyes at that time, the appearance of this teenager catered to my vanity of externalism and made up for the party that didn't leave good memories. So when I shook hands with him, I didn't hesitate at all, and smiled and answered everyone's input. But to my surprise, at the moment when our hands touched, I felt a slight trembling coming from him. I looked at him strangely, and he looked down as if afraid to look at me. Because he just walked past me stiffly and sat on my left, he never looked me in the eye. I didn't think much at the time, but now I feel suspicious. Just as I stared at him suspiciously, his cell phone rang again. He hurriedly let go of his hand, looked at his senior with an expression of unloading his baggage and said, "Go out and answer the phone." Didn't pay attention to me from beginning to end, a little disappointed. I think it's his girlfriend. Otherwise, he wouldn't mind so much and put on an appearance that a little sheep escaped from the tiger's mouth. But what was the disappointment that flashed across his face when he let go? Later, I learned that these two phone calls were only from people in the same dormitory, in order to hurry him back to school when the doorman was not paying attention, because he came from another school just to pay tribute to his senior that night. They have been good friends since high school. When they were in college, they visited each other several times and were admitted to the same city. We exchanged cell phone numbers before we broke up, and then we got to know each other carefully. Therefore, I complained more than once that the meeting was not romantic at all, and I really shouldn't have promised him casually at that time. "Who said that?" This is his only jealous argument, "Aren't our bells the same?" Isn't this fate? You don't like this kind of thing the most? "That bell is Chen Qizhen's gorgeous adventure, a poem that repeatedly sings" I don't want to let go of my hand, I don't want you to go ". Maybe it's fate. I sometimes want to smile like this. I have been listening to this song with affection for Zoe ever since. I don't know if it's good. In fact, from then on, everything I do will bring his emotional color. For example, I care about his relationship with that senior. There are some things that he will tell his senior sister instead of me. He is just waiting for an answer like "We are just good friends". The more jealous I am, the more he refuses to tell me about his senior, so I quarreled with him and broke up with him, but he always looks like he has everything under control and everything is measured. I just hate his self-righteousness I can't live without him until I finally get back to him. Like a punishment, I don't want to tell him everything about myself. I want to keep at least the minimum self-esteem, and it will be easier to let it go one day. However, I feel that the farther away from him, the more I am at a loss, but I don't want to lower my face and reveal too much to him, which is a vicious circle. Although I have broken up countless times, tears still came out, as if I realized for the first time that I would never be together again in my life. As long as the word "this life" appears, it will be mixed with countless sad and sweet memories. Although I half want him to keep me, I can't tell him. The more you care about lonely people, the more you can't say it. Zoe majored in English, but I know nothing about it. I remember once when he read the text in front of me with his soft voice, I heard the word "struggle". Looking at the boy who strolled in front of me and occasionally glanced at me, I suddenly felt that this word meaning conflict was full of love. " What do you want? "Zoe sent a message. We haven't seen each other for a month, during which he only contacted me once. This is our longest time. Every quarrel or cold war will get longer and longer. I always have a hunch that one day we will never contact each other because of trivial matters. Suddenly, the phone rang. I answered the phone and Zoe's drunken voice floated out. " What did I do wrong? "I was silent, trying not to cry." You give me a reason! "He shouted over and over again, and his voice gradually became hoarse, intermittently mixed with the sound of the table shaking." Give me a fresh and decent reason! "You haven't done anything wrong, I thought to myself. I know you understand that I don't hate you doing anything wrong. I still love you, and you love me. I just don't feel right or from the bottom of my heart. I am a restless woman. I just hope someone can comfort me when I am lonely. When you didn't show up, I began to expect others without scruple. Although I know, I don't realize my loneliness, in fact, it's not your fault in the final analysis. " Every time you break up with me, you will criticize the grievances you have suffered before. Why didn't it ring this time? Are you bored yourself? ""you don't blame me and my seniors for always hanging out together. You don't blame me for not caring enough about you. Why don't you say it now? ! "His mood became more and more excited. I choked and cleared my throat. I gritted my teeth and said" No reason ". I whispered into the other end of the phone, "but there is no reason for us to be together except love." The other end of the phone was silent. For a long time, Zoe seemed to have exhausted her last strength and said in an innocent tone, "Isn't love enough?" "I curled up on the sofa, holding the receiver, and there was silence around me. I only heard his vague words firmly imprinted on my heart. Hit the floor, "what do you think? I asked my senior to introduce us, tried my best to ask her about you, got to know you, and finally met like destiny takes a hand, and specially changed the ringtone like you. Isn't that enough to love you? Do you think I can make every woman make a fuss once a week and once a month, and then have no complaints? Do you think I'm just a machine that must always be nice to you? ！” I sobbed and couldn't say anything. I don't know what is wrong and what is right. The last line of defense, like butter melted by slow fire, collapses and then flows all over the body, lubricating every cell that is determined to leave him. "Then why didn't you tell me? "I asked with tears." I thought you would understand. "He shouted on the other end of the phone, his voice getting lower and lower." I thought love was enough. "I can imagine his frowning brows and eyes that only cry for me. Suddenly I feel that he is like a delicate little red riding hood, and I am the cruel grandma wolf. That year, Zoe went to the school on the other side of the city to see his high school friends. In his friend's club, she saw a girl with neat bangs and shoulder-length hair, and her smile was as bright as the sun. He suddenly felt the so-called fate _ _ _ _ _ _ that he had always scoffed at and thought was full of nothingness. So in the following years, no matter whether the girl changed from Liu Qi Haier to oblique bangs or the middle part, from shoulder-length hair to long hair or short hair, he always held the thin red thread between them like a sunflower. Hope to adopt!