I swear I'm definitely an uncle control, my favorite father-type man. Before I met Xiao Cheng, I firmly believed that if I could marry a man seven or eight years older than me and treat me like a daughter for the rest of my life, then my life would be perfect.
But I was deeply attracted by a boy who was two years younger than me. I was always puzzled as to why.
A long time later, Xiao Cheng told me the answer: "Because there is something in me that attracts you, and that thing happens to be what you lack the most."
I asked, "Is it IQ?"
He said, "No, it's the heart..."
At Xiao Cheng's strong request, I kept my promise and invited him to a small restaurant next to Z's apartment for dinner. The restaurant is small, but the food is quite tasty.
Originally, I also invited Zhuo Zhuo to have dinner together, wanting to create opportunities for Xiao Cheng, but before going out, Zhuo Zhuo's high school classmate called her and said that she would come to T University to borrow books from her. Zhuo Zhuo immediately decided to stay in the dormitory and wait for him, which shows that this high school classmate means a lot to her.
With a little bit of disappointment and a little bit of hilarity, I had our first dinner with classmate Xiao Cheng.
Classmate Xiao Cheng didn't talk much, and I didn't like being in the cold, so I always tried to find some topics, but all topics ended in my speechlessness.
I asked him, "You play really well, do you have a secret?"
"It's as simple as remembering what cards each player played, and you can figure out what cards are left in his hand," he said.
Is this "easy"
I asked with full of admiration: "That's amazing! Have you ever lost a game of poker?"
"Of course I lost. Bad luck with cards, or I also lose when I meet a pig-like teammate, such as when I asked you to watch a movie."
"Oh, I forgot if you didn't say it."
He was speechless for a long time: "It seems that the storyline of "Titanic" is so bland that you will forget it."
I:"… "
When it comes to playing poker, I casually said: "Your poker friend is really pitiful, you just lost in poker, and you actually want to call a girl in the middle of the night to ask a girl to watch a movie... Hey, by the way, you have made a few calls in total. ?"
"Only one hit." He glanced at me and said, "Because the real punishment is not to ask a random girl out to watch a movie, but to ask you out to watch a movie."
I said I didn't understand: "Why me?"
"My roommates agree: You are the last person I can date!"
I still don't understand: "Why am I the hardest to date?"
"Because you haven't said a word to me in a year since I accidentally said something I shouldn't have said."
Ugh! He really overestimated my memory!
I remembered one more thing and asked, "But when I answered the phone that night, you clearly said you were looking for Zhuo Zhuo."
He lowered his head and lifted the water glass, took a sip, and then answered me: "That afternoon, I saw her go home after the exam..."
I:"… "
Ugh! In fact, for a girl like me whose IQ hasn't developed since elementary school, he doesn't need to be so roundabout at all.
While we were eating and chatting, I suddenly remembered my cousin's unique love theory: if a man has 100 yuan, but is only willing to spend 10 yuan for you, this kind of man must not marry, because he doesn't love you enough; There is only ten dollars in it, but if he is willing to give it to you, then he is worthy of your life.
In order to verify whether Xiao Cheng is worthy of Zhuo Zhuo's lifelong commitment, I said, "I will give you a personality test to test whether you are a good man."
He put down his chopsticks and listened to me carefully.
"If you only had one hundred dollars, how much would you be willing to spend to buy what the woman you like wants?"
He replied, "It depends on how much she likes."
"Do you buy it no matter how much it costs?"
"Buy. If I don't have enough money, I can find a way."
"Uh?"
"There are many opportunities to earn money, to please the woman you like, and such opportunities may not come again."
I was so surprised that I didn't speak for a long time, and I found that his logic always sounded... The more I thought about it, the more reasonable it became.
"What's the test result?" he asked. "Am I a good man?"
I told him seriously: "You are a prodigal man!"
"The test is accurate!" He smiled, took the spoon, picked up some meat and mushrooms and put them in my bowl, "Eat, eat more."
I was moved by his gentleness and thoughtfulness, when I heard him add: "...Ben up the brain!"
I:"… "
In the process of replenishing the brain, I quietly observed Xiao Cheng's actions.
He's not like any other guy I've ever known.
He was very careful. Before eating, he broke the disposable chopsticks apart and put them on my plate;
He will unscrew the cap of the drink and put it in my hand;
He will also rinse my water glass with clean water, then fill me with plain water and put it on my plate;
After he asked me to choose the dishes first, he added two sweets that girls love. The dishes he wanted were enough for four people, and his appetite was less than half of mine;
He will hand me a tissue at the right time, and at the right time, he will fill my cup with boiled water...
I have never been immune to boys who can take care of others, so seeing him do these things for me naturally, my heart seems to be entangled by something, it seems to be a pity. The boy who fits my aesthetic is only eighteen years old, two years and three months younger than me.
In fact, the gap of more than two years is not very big in my opinion. If he is twenty-eight years old and I am thirty, it is only the difference between being born earlier and later, but I am twenty years old now, and He is only eighteen years old, a young boy who has just grown up...
If I fall in love with him, it's not that the taste is heavy, it's that I'm brain-dead!
In the cold field, classmate Xiao Cheng suddenly asked me, "Why do people call you 'little confused'?"
"Because I have a bad memory, I always lose things. I also have a special rejection of numbers and can't remember all kinds of things related to numbers."
He said he was just the opposite, particularly sensitive to numbers.
I couldn't help but want to test again: "I'll give you another test question."
He looked at me silently: "Come out."
I smiled and said the number of my new phone.
He also smiled and told me a string of 11-digit numbers.
I don't remember the rest of the numbers except 139.
Full of food and drink, I am in a good mood, and I am ready to dig out my wallet to pay the bill.
He reached out his hand to stop me: "Put your wallet away, I won't let a woman pay for it in front of me."
"why?"
"It's only natural for men to pay, just as women give birth to children."
I:"… "
The fallacy of classmate Xiaocheng is always like this - deafening.
Back in the bedroom, I was holding the phone to recall the number he said, and the text message sounded.
When I saw a short message on the screen, from 139... , I immediately guessed who it was, yes, it was just guessing.
I happily opened the message and saw the above display:
I:"… "
This man, don't know me so well, okay? I'm so embarrassed!
Holding the phone, I looked up at Zhuo Zhuo, who was writing the "Application for Party Membership". Her long smooth hair fell to the side of her face, revealing a fair and slender profile, which made her even more elegant.
I asked, "Zhuo Zhuo, what do you think of Xiao Cheng?"
Zhuo Zhuo paused with the pen in his hand, fell into deep thought, and answered me after a while: "It's quite good. Although he is only eighteen years old, his mental age is definitely more than eighteen. However, no matter how mature he is, he is still a young boy. ,too small… "
I vaguely felt a kind of regret in Zhuozhuo's tone, just like the regret lingering in my heart.
Leaning on the bed, I stared absently at the ceiling.
I think of those 18-year-old boys in high school who had been in love with vigour and vigour. They have all started a new relationship. When they mentioned the original "eachother", they just laughed it off and said at most: "I was too young at the time!"
Yes! They were only eighteen years old at the beginning, who could believe that a man would never change his mind from eighteen to eighty years old
Zhuozhuo doesn't believe it, and I don't believe it either!
A few days later, when I was bored to death, the angelic Zhuo Zhuo asked me, "Xinxin, do you want to play cards? I ran into Cheng Ze just now, and he asked us to play cards downstairs... Do you want to go?" ?"
Immediately, I was full of blood and jumped up from the bed.
"Go, go... uh, wait, I'll brush my hair, wash my face, and change my clothes."
I don't know since when, I have started to care about my image in front of him.
Although I will never have Zhuo Zhuo's outstanding temperament, I still hope that the me in his memory will not be too bad.
The first time I went to Xiao Cheng's classmate's dormitory, I was very surprised.
I thought the place where the boys lived must be messy mattresses, dirty socks flying around, a mess with nowhere to stay.
However, Virgo's classmate Xiao Cheng brought cleanliness to the fullest.
All his things are arranged in an orderly manner. There is a set of Crayon Shin-chan clay dolls on the bookshelf. The plaid sheets are laid flat on the bed. The quilt is neatly folded and placed on the head of the bed. The size of Crayon Shin-chan, big head, especially cute.
"so cute!"
I was obsessed with the cartoon of "Crayon Shin-chan" at that time. When I saw the real thing, I couldn't help but feel it in my arms. My big soft head was leaning on my shoulder, and I smelled the familiar and unfamiliar smell.
Holding the cute Crayon Shin-chan, I couldn't hold back my curiosity and asked classmate Xiao Cheng, "Do you like Crayon Shin-chan very much?"
"Um."
Seeing that his answer was concise and to the point, his roommate helped him answer: "Cheng Ze was very fat when he was a child, his head was round, and his speech was very funny, exactly like Xiaoxin's younger brother."
I looked at the profile of classmate Xiao Cheng, and then looked at the crayon Xiaoxin in his arms. This contrast... It really challenged my imagination.
In the poker game that day, classmate Xiao Cheng won the team with me. I was full of expectations and thought that we could win a big game. In the end, we lost, and we lost completely.
I asked him, "Is your card luck particularly bad today?"
He gave me a deep look, a bottomless look: "No."
I was just about to ask, then how did you lose, and remembered what he said - "Of course you did. The card luck is very bad, or you also lose when you meet a teammate like a pig..."
I was silently ashamed holding the crayon Shin-chan in my arms.
Before I knew it, it was past eleven o'clock.
I know I should go, but I still can't bear to let go of Crayon Shin-chan in my arms, I really can't bear it.
Gritting my teeth, I cheekily asked classmate Xiao Cheng: "Your little new brother is so cute, can you borrow my sister to play for two days?"
"Do you like it? I'll give you one later." He replied casually.
I thought it was just an excuse he didn't want to use me to play, and reluctantly put it down.
Unexpectedly, the next night, he really came to our dormitory with an identical Crayon Shin-chan.
I didn't react for a while: "What are you holding it for? Lend me to play for two days?"
"for you."
I still didn't respond: "Send me? Why send me?"
"I promised to send it, and I will send it."
After he finished speaking, he shoved Crayon Shin-chan directly to me, turned around and was about to leave.
"Send it if you promise to send it? If you promise to send me a real one, will you send it too?"
He looked back at me and wanted to say something, but seemed embarrassed and didn't know how to say it.
I realized right away that I had made a second mistake.
I decided to kill myself by hitting a wall.
I was ashamed and hugged Xiaoxin brother and sat by the bed.
I clearly remember that it was late autumn, and the yellowed leaves were swept away by the cool wind and dried up.
People say that late autumn is desolate and the leaves are ruthless, but I never felt that...
It wasn't until that day, when I held the fluffy Crayon Shin-chan, put my face on its big head, tilted my head and looked out the window, did I realize that autumn is really a desolate season.
Depressed the world, but also depressing the mind.
From childhood to adulthood, I have never been interested in plush toys. The Crayon Xiaoxin that my classmate Xiao Cheng gave me is the only plush toy I have ever liked.
I put it next to my pillow, and whenever I toss and turn and find it hard to fall asleep, I will rest my heart on its big head.
For many years, that Crayon Shin-chan has been on the side of the pillow, and even though it took up half of my pillow, I never felt it was superfluous.
Because every time I see it, I always think of Cheng Ze.
I fell in love with Cheng Ze, never vigorous, never heartbroken, I just kept him locked in my heart bit by bit, and I can't forget it for a moment...