Thinking of An Xiaohui

Got into a big fight with my wife. I slammed the door and left.

It was drizzling rain down the street. Through the rain curtain, I could faintly smell the faint smell of spring peculiar to the new green buds that bloomed in the air. Colorful flower umbrellas flaunt in the night rain, and are played with seductive colors by the ever-changing lights on the side of the road, revealing blatant ambiguity and charm. Just like the various women who shuttle through the rain under the umbrella.

Somehow, I thought of An Xiaohui.

Not many people in the café around the corner. Asked for a cup of coffee, bitter to death. The waiter with a straight waist told me it was freshly ground brazilian coffee beans. When he told me all this, his eyes also conveyed the message that this is a luxury for the rich and leisure class to spend time and improve their level and taste. Obviously, my dress and atmosphere didn't match the atmosphere of the café.

It was at that time that I thought of An Xiaohui.

What I need to explain is that An Xiaohui is my college classmate. When we were in college, we seemed to have had that time. The reason why it seems to be because An Xiaohui had a boyfriend at the time. At that time, we were all good students with red seedlings, holding certain positions in the student union, and after running into each other for a long time, we had a little feeling, but we didn't seem to say anything to each other. She continued her boyfriend as always, and I was as hypocritical and shy as ever, only in the occasional night, fantasizing about her holding hands with me.

One night near graduation, I asked her out once. She just told me that if it wasn't for him, maybe we...

That night, on the grass by the river, she asked me to kiss her on the lips. It was the first time in my life that I had kissed a girl. But at the time, my thought was that she did mean to compensate me.

After graduation, we were divided into a city, and at that time, she and her graduate school student still maintained a great deal of contact with each other; and I, not long after joining the work, began to eagerly find the other half that truly belonged to my youth. There was no more contact between them.

It wasn't until she appeared in front of us at an alumni gathering three years after graduation, when she led another tall and handsome boy, that I learned that her graduate student was already Huang He. At that time, I was just beginning to be a husband.

It was also on that occasion that I invited her to a dance, exchanging cell phone numbers with each other in the midst of ear grinding.

It should be said that we had contact before this, during which time we exchanged several interesting text messages with each other. However, that's all.

Thinking of An Xiaohui at this time is a very interesting thing.

I jerked my eyes fiercely, letting the smoke swirl slowly in my chest, and then as the depression sprayed from my nose and mouth, forming a faint and thick clump around me, the surrounding area became blurry and unclear. The phone was placed on the table, and the silver shell was polished by the dim light, and the outline was sharp and dazzling.

I snuffed out my cigarette butt and played with my phone in my hand. Next to him, a man and a woman came in and sat down at the adjacent table. Folding away the umbrella, the bald man exaggeratedly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the slightly stained rain from the young woman's hair. The woman waved impatiently away. The bald man laughed, laughed, and called the gentlemanly waiter over.

I lifted the lid of my phone, called up the number that was both strange and familiar, and examined it carefully. Vaguely, there was an indescribable taste on the side of the mouth.

"Ah," the woman shouted exaggeratedly from around her. Turning his head, it turned out that when the waiter poured coffee for the woman, he spilled a few drops on the woman, causing the woman to cry out in fright. The man glared at the waiter and rebuked him loudly. In the midst of the noise, I pressed the number.

Holding my phone between my ears and shoulders, I took a sip of coffee and squinted at the complaining men and women next to me. I grabbed a cigarette in the corner of my mouth and hit the lighter, and the flame suddenly and suddenly trembled, making it difficult to face the cigarette butt.

。。。。。。

Very promptly, a soft female voice came from the ear:

- Sorry, the phone number you dialed is a blank number.

——Sorry ……

Flames rose and smoke obscured my face for an instant. I suddenly wanted to laugh, laugh out loud. But I didn't laugh. At that moment, I suddenly felt relieved and happy.

At the next table, the bald man was still chattering. I slipped my phone into my pocket, picked up the cigarette lighter on the table, and waved to the waiter—"Checkout... "When I walked over to the men's and women's table, I smiled at them. The man was wary. Ask me, what are you laughing at?! brothers! I said nothing, brother, I just wanted to laugh. Walking to the door, I could still hear the bald man saying to the woman that this boy was sick...

Out of the café, there are many fewer people on the street. The rain continues. Rain hit the trees on the side of the street, making a faint rustling sound. This gentle spring rain seems to have no signs of ending, like people who like the night galloping on the noisy dance floor and dancing happily.

Turning the corner, in front of me, the dormitory building is gradually lit up with many windows. Through the rain curtain, there is an unreal warmth.

Oh, this An Xiaohui. When I thought this vaguely, I casually threw the eye pedicle of my mouth into the stagnant water on the side of the road, making a slight "whoosh" sound. Then I touched a handful of rain-soaked hair, lifted my collar, and staggered toward the dormitory building.