However, I really couldn't do the flower offering at the concert. After thinking about it all night, I decided to save the country with curves. I stole a lot of signed photos of Cheng Hua from my mother. My mother often went to Cheng's mother to collect them. To give away things to satisfy her vanity.
When I brought the photos to the newspaper office, the "nymphomaniacs" snatched up the photos with great enthusiasm, and then held them intoxicated to admire them, but completely left me, the person who brought benefits to them, behind. On the one hand, and when I was about to use this as an opportunity to prove once again that I did know Cheng Hua, although they smiled and nodded on the surface, I could see that it was all because of looking at the photo and not wanting to argue with me , but not because of believing.
This made me very frustrated. Actually, I was never proud of getting to know Cheng Hua, but it was such a thing that I was not proud of that made everyone unbelievable. dealt a big blow.
Because I am too ordinary, no one would believe that the ordinary Du Mo would be an old acquaintance of the big star Cheng Hua, as if I would humiliate him.
This feeling of inferiority and loss was not relieved until Liu Tao said that he would treat me to dinner after get off work.
The concert started at 7:30, and it was already 6:30 after our page was signed and printed, so our first dinner date was really unsightly. Chicken legs, working very hard but still can't hear what Liu Tao is saying. But seeing a gentle light in his beautiful eyes blooming towards me, this made the overly greasy chicken legs in my hand become delicious under the gaze of this gaze.
Squeezing into the auditorium of the concert like a war, Liu Tao protected me in his arms from the beginning to the end. Although the two of us only had brief physical contact because of occasional collisions with people around us, the warm touch, It makes me feel very turbulent.
I have to admit that the ticket for my lord's visit is really good. We were in the second row of the venue. When Cheng Hua came on stage, I could clearly see the traces of the eyeliner he had drawn. This made his already bewitching eyes even more sinister and full of love, which made me feel stuck in my heart. I try my best to shrink myself, don't want him to see me. Liu Tao on the side was very concerned about my behavior, and asked me if the chair was uncomfortable, and then asked, "By the way, Momo, did you say you knew Cheng Hua that day? How did you know him? Did you interview him during the internship in the entertainment department?"
As for Liu Tao, I don't want to describe my relationship with Cheng Hua anymore, I just wrote lightly: "No, we used to be classmates and neighbors, but we haven't contacted him since he became famous, but my mother and his mother are still in contact. .”
At this moment, Cheng Hua had finished his opening words and began to sing. The voice of my chatting with Liu Tao was quickly covered by the overwhelming music. I began to take out my mobile phone listlessly, and scrolled through Weibo to play.
Many colleagues at the scene have already taken pictures of the concert and posted them on Weibo, but obviously their positions are not as good as mine, and the pictures they took are all blurry. So I raised my phone with itchy hands and took a picture of Cheng Hua. When I saw the photo, I was startled. The person in the photo was clearly looking at me. Could it be that he had already spotted me? But I looked at him carefully and found that he didn't look at me more, so I was relieved.
I posted this photo, but didn't make any comments. After a few minutes, I found that my Weibo had been reposted more than 70 times. It was only a few minutes. I have never posted such a hot Weibo. Woolen cloth. This made me excited all of a sudden, and I was going to find a chance to post a few more. Anyway, Cheng Hua didn't know about my Weibo, and wouldn't find out that I had come to his concert. This allowed me to take many more photos without any psychological pressure, and then collage them into a group of photos and send them out.
This night, I gained a lot. Because of those two Weibo posts, I actually gained dozens of fans. Although I don't want to admit it, it's because of Cheng Hua's favor. You know, my previous Weibo only had a total of more than one hundred fans, which made me feel very ashamed. I didn't expect that there was such a shortcut to increase fans. When the show was over, I thought in my heart, I still have photos of him when he was a child at home, should I post some photos, and my number of fans will increase? When I was thinking this way, I suddenly thought, yes, our graduation photo is the best evidence that I know him, how could I forget this before. Thinking of this, I became even more excited. Although it was my nightmare to know him, I was elated to be able to prove that this nightmare really existed, not my imagination.
Of course, what made me even more excited was Liu Tao's performance that night. I was almost sure that he had some affection for me. Although he might not have risen to the height of love, I guess, in time, maybe I Can compose a love song with him.
After Liu Tao and I went to eat supper again, he sent me to the door of his house, and we bid farewell.
Holding my beating heart in my hands, before I could find the key to open the door and enter the house, my phone rang, an unfamiliar number. I saw Liu Tao holding two mobile phones today. Most of our colleagues have two numbers, one for work and one for personal use. I thought, this might be Liu Tao's personal number.
I withdrew the hand that was about to open the door, I didn't want my parents to know that I was going to fall in love, so I wanted to answer the phone and go back. But in the quiet corridor, I didn't dare to make too much noise. It was already midnight, so I couldn't wake up the neighbors.
I said in an extremely gentle and deep voice: "Hi, I'm Du Mo."
But the voice from the phone made me yell in the next second.
"Cheng Hua! How did you know my number? Who told you?" Probably my voice was too loud. There was a rustling sound from the door of my house. My mother opened the door for me and said sleepily. , "Oh, I told Xiaohua your number."
I gouged out my mother angrily, shut myself back in the hut, and said angrily, "Are you okay? It's midnight."
"Did I sing well?" Cheng Hua asked boldly. I knew he must have seen me, so I wasn't going to dodge any more.
"It's like howling ghosts and wolves, I don't know which is better." I said, not the truth, not that he sang well, but that I didn't listen to his singing very carefully all night, all my attention was not on As for Liu Tao, I didn't pay attention to how he sang because of the increase in the number of my fans.
Cheng Hua hissed on the phone, "Momo, I didn't expect you to come to my concert. I'm so happy."
Before I was twelve years old, I often fell for his gentle and affectionate voice. When he spoke like this, I always had the illusion that he liked and cared about me. But in the next ten years of my career, if I can still be deceived like this, I will doubt my IQ. Because, no matter what tone and sentence he uses to talk to me, it can't change our classmate's past of framing and bullying me time and time again. He always has a way to make me a joke. After his own The image is brighter again.
I also want to love him very much, even when I was young, I may not have loved him. However, with his actions, he cruelly trampled on my childhood love for him, and repeatedly thinking about the treatment I received because of his presence always made my teeth itch in hatred.
"Okay, have you finished expressing your pleasure? I'm going to bed," I said. I haven't had any interaction with him for at least a year, and I don't even have the mood to speak ill at the moment. I am anxious in my world to show to those who do not believe me that I do know him. However, between me and him, I hope that there will be no intersection in this life.
However, he obviously didn't think so. In fact, I can probably understand his evil tastes. In this world, the person who really understands him is probably only me. All his bad deeds, only I know best. In a way, I was his confidant. And because I can't make people believe my accusations against him no matter what, so he has nothing to fear from my "confidant".
He needs me because he needs something real in his world. However, I don't need him, because what my world needs most is dreams.
He was talking on the phone about how busy he was this year, so he didn't call me. He complained about his agent, his assistant, his partner, he complained about everyone related to him. I listened without saying a word, and I only sneered in my heart. This is the easy-going, sunny, and positive energy prince of the entertainment industry that everyone thinks. No one knows, the darkness and pickiness in his heart, because he always hides it very well. However, he should and does need to talk, so he can only find me, the only person who already knows that he is bad, so that his image will not be damaged, and he will not suffer from internal injuries due to these emotional garbage.
Finally, I fell asleep holding the phone. When I woke up in the morning, I called up the call log and checked the call time. It was three hours and twenty minutes.
This made me feel unspeakably happy, because I fell asleep uncontrollably in about two hours, and that fool actually talked on the phone for more than an hour, what a shocking thing it was What a refreshing thing. Thinking of his annoyed expression when he finally knew that I had fallen asleep and didn't listen to him, and he babbled on like a fool for so long, I felt a bit of revenge-like pleasure, which made me forget what I said the day before. Looking for graduation photos, after waking up, I went to the newspaper office happily.
Cheng Hua was still the topic of everyone's attention. Almost everyone was talking about him throughout the day. Those who saw the concert were eager to describe the scene vividly. Those who didn't saw the concert couldn't wait to hear everyone's description. Brainstorm afterward.
This time, I wisely chose to remain silent and did not participate in their discussion. Since I did not bring evidence to convince them of what I said, it is obvious that I will be bombarded if I say anything that damages their idol image today. A fate. Moreover, my aunt has already left me, so my mood is not so irritable, on the contrary, I am a little interested, listening to them describe the perfect Cheng Hua in their hearts, and then standing at the highest point of IQ, coldly in my heart laugh at them.
My manuscript today is relatively simple, just a few newsletters, and I handed in the manuscript very early, and the editor on duty today is not Liu Tao, which also makes me less interested in staying in the newspaper office. After submitting the manuscript and proofreading it twice, the editor thought that I didn’t have to wait until it was signed and printed, so I started to pack my things and prepare to go home.
At this moment, Xiao Zuo rushed into the office blushing with excitement, and announced excitedly and incoherently: "Cheng Hua came to our newspaper office today. I just heard from the entertainment department that he came here for an interview. Now Each department can sign up a few people to go to the interview site in the conference room."
With a whoosh, the colleagues around me rushed towards Xiao Zuo at the speed of light, carefully asking how to sign up and when to start. I slowly packed my schoolbag and prepared to go downstairs. I pushed them away and prepared to go home from get off work. When I got out of the office, I found that the elevator room was blocked. It turned out that Cheng Hua was actually being interviewed in the small VIP room on our floor. Moreover, Seems to be arriving soon.
I cursed him a few times in my mind, and turned to the stairwell to walk downstairs. At this time, cheers came from behind me, and I subconsciously turned my head to look, and Cheng Hua appeared like a prince amidst the crowds in the elevator room. I heard the screams and cheers and felt very humiliated. After all, this is a newspaper office. As a reporter, how can I allow myself to lose my composure like an ordinary fan before seeing such a scene.
I watched indifferently as Cheng Hua stood there with a smile on his face, accepting the worship of the fans, his impeccable smiling face bloomed in the flashing lights.
Turning around, I decided to leave this annoying scene.
Our department is on the seventeenth floor, and the stairs on this floor have obviously been passed by for a long time. The door in the stairwell is stuck so hard that I still haven't pushed it open after wandering around for a long time. Maybe it was too much movement on my side, which finally attracted the attention of the other side. The moment I finally opened the door and was about to take a step, I heard a voice behind me shouting: "Momo, is that you?"
I turned around stiffly as if struck by lightning, and saw Cheng Hua stepping out of the crowd, walking towards me, gasps and exclamations behind him.
I struggled to turn my body and head to an angle. After a few seconds, I made a decision and walked towards him with a smile. It was like an old friend who had met by chance for many years, and said with a suitable surprise expression: "Hi , Cheng Hua, long time no see."
We got closer and closer, and finally our hands were clasped together. With a slight force on his arm, I was brought into his arms, and I was a little dizzy for a while. After a light hug, we faced each other again. Although my mood is very complicated, although I have a hundred impulses to turn around and leave, I know that I am now consummated, and no one will ever doubt what I have said. Thinking of this made me feel a lot better.
After all, having known Cheng Hua for so many years, he spent most of his time making a fool of me, only this time he saved me from trouble, but obviously he didn't know the previous situation, so he definitely didn't take the initiative to save me from trouble. He knew that I hated the attention of the crowd and that he was just making me uncomfortable. But, right now, I don't intend to argue with him, I just patted him on the shoulder familiarly and said: "I'm going home from get off work first, you should be busy."
Then just when I left him a handsome back, I heard him say: "The matter here will be over in a while, I will go to your house for dinner."
After a turn, I finally disappeared in the stairs, and there was a lot of boiling behind me.
At this moment, I know that I am finally completely consummated, but, for some reason, what comes to my heart along with the feeling of relief is actually a kind of sadness.