01.
I never expected to meet Wu Bifang again.
It was Hangzhou Airport in 2010.
He is much more low-key than before, but he still has a word from head to toe, expensive.
I said, it's really you, Wu Bifang. In an instant, all the love and hatred surged into my heart.
02.
I must admit it. When I was in high school, I especially wanted to be friends with Wu Bifang.
Every day, he rode a white BMW to school and used the LV old flower backpack as a school bag.
When I was buying 2 yuan of snow bricks at the school commissary, he went to the convenience store opposite the door and bought a 38-yuan cup of Häagen-Dazs.
Many people were particularly dismissive of him, saying that he was pretentious, cold, mean, and pretended to be B.
But I saw envy in their eyes.
No way, when I was young, the worship and jealousy of money were naked and could not be hidden.
I am the former and they are the latter.
At that time, Wu Bifang only made friends with a few boys with relatively good family backgrounds.
No one else could get into his sight. Except for me.
For I am his tablemate, and I am particularly obedient. He was thirsty, I helped him buy water, and when he was hungry, I helped him buy snacks.
English notes were not copied, it doesn't matter, there I am. And he's good to me.
Häagen-Dazs, who couldn't finish eating, would give me the straw cakes his dad brought back from Japan.
For my birthday, he also gave me a prada purse as a gift. But later I learned that it was a copycat version.
03.
At that time, Wu Bifang really loved to change his girlfriend.
I talked about the school flowers over and over again in a year. Sending a breakup letter or something, it's me too.
I will take out a very dragging tone and say, hey, in the future, I will be less tired with Wu Bi, he doesn't love you anymore.
If I were to use the current word to describe me at that time, I would choose "lick the dog."
This has nothing to do with love or not love, pure love and vanity.
What I like is that Wu Bifang exudes local arrogance, which makes me feel dizzy in the era of extreme poverty and youth.
I am a single parent. My dad made buns in the bun shop, a bun with 18 folds, thousands of pleats pinched out, not enough for Wu Bifang to buy a bag.
Sometimes people forget their self-esteem in the face of powerful material things.
Deep down, I know where I am, but I just don't want to admit it.
But there are some things you don't want to admit, and reality will help you wake up. It was the second half of the third semester of high school, and Wu Bifang went to college in California.
He didn't say goodbye to me or even say hello.
He just got over there and left me a message on Q, Hi, I forgot to pack the stuff in my desk, it's all for you.
There were 80% new textbooks, half a bottle of Frappuccino, a black Parker pen and a bottle of 38 pieces of dedicated ink.
Since then, my life has become quiet in an instant.
You see, in Wu Bifang, I may not even be a friend.
The little thing left for me, no matter how it looks, is like giving alms.
04.
Thinking about it now, my high school days seemed to be only busy being his friend.
So much so that after he left, there wasn't a single friend, or rather, no one who wanted to be friends with me.
It was the day of the graduation feast, and people from all grades came.
I sat in the corner and watched the others cry.
I left early because everyone looked at me as if they were looking at a dog without a master.
Fortunately, I was admitted to a university in Hangzhou. I fled Tianjin like a fly.
Because there is a shameful self there, I don't want to mention it.
When I was in college, I often reflected on my high school years. In his heart, he scolded Wu Bifang countless times.
However, one of his advantages was that I understood very early on that everything in the world that needed to sacrifice self-esteem was something lower than dignity.
It was he who made me dare not sell myself cheaply in the real and material society that followed.
05.
Time flies, the years are like shuttles, in 2010, at the age of 23, I have grown into a 120-pound slightly fat girl.
At that time, I was checking in at the ground office at Hangzhou's international airport.
On July 7, from 8:41 p.m. The airport is flight-free.
A very handsome Chinese man, dragging his Suitcase, came up to me and asked me about the departure time of his flight.
I watched it sheepishly for half a day, a little in disbelief. He looked at me dumbfounded, and knocked politely on the counter again.
Only then did I come back to God and say, Is it really you, Wu Bifang?
To be honest, his polite appearance made me dare not recognize him.
In particular, his domineering and contemptuous face had become so gentle as jade.
He was stunned for a moment and said, Xiao Gui, how did you get to Hangzhou?
On this day, the airport was closed for 56 minutes.
Six flights were delayed and 12 diverted. 3 went to Ningbo, 6 went to Nanjing, and 2 went to Nanchang. 1 flew to Wuxi.
It is said that over the airport, there are UFOs that cannot be detected by the radar of the air traffic control center.
I think it was the aliens who deliberately let me meet him again.
06.
Wu Bifang and I exchanged mobile phone numbers and did not think of any contact.
After all, I think of him as the main villain who taught me life.
But unexpectedly, a few days later, he actually called and asked me to meet.
At that time, Wu Bifang was already a powerful player in his father's company, and came to Hangzhou to meet customers once or twice a week. By the way, I made an appointment.
My first instinct was to refuse, but I couldn't hold back my curiosity.
He said to go to Starbucks on the other side of Lakeside Road to sit down, but I still didn't tastefully pull him to the DQ not far away.
Wu Bifang sat in front of the large window, the leaves of the sycamore on the side of the road, refracting the shady background wall.
He ordered a matcha brownie, but didn't eat it very seriously.
I asked him if he didn't like it?
He said, I never went into DQ. Because of golfing, DQ is disqualified.
Whether it's a stadium or a mall. The biggest fear is not competition, but disqualification.
He's really getting better at pretending to be that thing.
I said, I'm sorry, since you left, I have a habit, as soon as I see THOSE who drive BMWs, carry LV, eat Haagen-Dazs, and drink Star Ice, I am disgusted.
He listened and laughed silently.
He said, Xiao Gui, I should have said to you a long time ago, I'm sorry.
I was stunned on the spot, thinking he was a fake Wu Bifang.
07.
How do I describe the pig-killing knife of time?
It cut off Wu Bifang's youth, but taught him respect and cultivation.
To say a little black, I had hoped that he would always live in the mode of a teenager, but then I hoped that he would be like a famous silver gun bully, planting a big heel.
But he didn't.
He simply subverted all the imaginations of the dicks about him—not fat, not greasy, polite and generous.
But if you think about it, isn't that normal?
People like him often haunt various fitness clubs, eat organic food, and drink 0 calorie drinks.
For such a heavy oil fast food in my generation, the shape of bread nourished by the bed on vacation is really incomparable.
And before he went to society, countless refresher courses were waiting for him, learning business, etiquette, golf... The former trekking has long gone, and now it is a local tycoon with ideals, knowledge, courage, and culture.
So, all of a sudden, I found the feeling I had for Wu Bifang many years ago.
At that time, he was eager to put all the logos on the face of LV.
Now, he is a high-end "little carriage" with connotations.
But there is no essential difference between the two, and both exude a luxurious and seductive taste.
Wu Bifang said, Xiao Gui, we will have more contact in the future.
I said, no, let's see each other once, just do it.
Yes, just above the bookshelf where I rented, there was a bottle of Spiella with a black Parker pen in it.
I have always used the residue of them to remind myself not to deal with local tycoons.
They won't take the heart out of you, they'll just look down on you.
08.
Although, I don't want to see Wu Bifang. But that didn't stop him from flying.
He came to Hangzhou at least once a week and often ran into me on duty.
He would bring me some Tianjin specialties, sometimes ear and eye fried cakes, sometimes Du Zhiqi fire.
Of course, there will also be large buns with 18 pleats.
I have to say that he has always had a precise positioning of the needs of customers. For example, in the face of me, a single woman who is far away, he will play the hometown food card.
Who can refuse a box of crispy Gui Fa Xiang cannabis flowers?
I can't anyway. Sometimes, he would ask me out for dinner. We went back and forth like this for months.
I also got to know him over the years.
Abroad, he suffered a lot.
Wu Bifang and I complained that having money is not necessarily good, and almost embarked on the road of no return to drug addiction over there.
Later, he had a very good friend who died directly in front of him, and he woke up.
I said, this is the benefit of having money, and whenever you want the prodigal son to turn back, there is a chance.
We can't do it, we will tremble all our lives, we will take a wrong step, and we will regret it for a lifetime.
He laughed and said, "You're discriminating against rich people."
It's so beautiful, the boy who is nourished by money, but it's so exquisite. I vaguely felt that he had thoughts about me, so I reminded myself,
Don't get caught up in the middle.
09.
For a while afterwards, I was very unhappy.
The promotion has been pressed down, and suddenly a small leader has been parachuted in, bullying me every day.
One day Wu Bifang and I complained, he asked me, Tianjin airport is not bad, why don't you go back to work?
I know a friend who can take care of you.
Suddenly, my heart overturned the five-flavor bottle, and all kinds of tastes spilled out.
What am I going to say? My dad asked me to go back to Tianjin several times, and I didn't want to go back.
Afraid of seeing classmates in the past, afraid of thinking about the past.
Because my hometown is not only my black history, but also my black memory.
I asked Wu Bifang, do you know what others did to me when you left that year?
He shook his head, he didn't know.
I was blocked in the toilet and beaten, splashed with ink, and spoofed.
They didn't dare to bully Wu Bifang in the first place, but that doesn't mean they didn't dare to bully me.
Wu Bi let go, and they gave me all their resentment.
The more I reminisced, the angrier I became, and the more I said it, the more indignant I became. Wu Bifang saw that his wine and meat friend had died, so what kind of pain was it?
That's deserved, that's self-inflicted!
Of course, I deserve it, and I am also looking for myself. Thinking about the past, my heart aches like a pinprick.
Some deep and shallow wounds, in the end, could not be hidden and uncovered.
I said to Wu Bifang, don't come to me in the future. I'm not interested in you anymore.
10.
It should be the third day after the separation,
Wu Bifang sent me an email.
I thought about it, didn't click on it, just let everything stop there.
Yes, he's a very good person now, but I'm cut off from him.
He is the source of my black memories.
When I think about the way I used to look at him, I feel sad and hate myself.
Because of him, I have hurt many people and I have been hurt by many people.
If I could, I would like to make my youth, never met him.
If I could, I would like to go to school safely and grow up plainly.
11.
In the Spring Festival of 2012, I returned to Tianjin.
My dad happily arranged a bunch of blind dates for me. They are all strange men, but I have been patient to see them.
I don't like them, but I like my dad, I don't see them a few times a year, and I have to make his old man happy.
At that time, it was popular to play Weibo, and I frantically complained about the experience of blind dates on Weibo.
Then someone saw it.
It should be the sixth day of the Chinese New Year, Wu Bifang came to visit with major brand-name health care products.
His extravagant posture made my father very happy, thinking that I had caught the golden turtle on my back.
I dragged him to the balcony and said, what do you mean? He said, you didn't read my email, did you?
I said, no, I don't want to have a relationship with you anymore. He asked, are you afraid that after reading it, you can't refuse me?
At that time, the cold wind was gusting, the sun was thin, and the whole city of Tianjin was glowing gray and white.
I said, Wu Bifang, when did you learn to be sentimental?
He blushed and said, Xiao Gui, I won't bother you in the future, but I ask you to look at the letter.
With that, he was gone.
I kept standing on the balcony, watching his figure, into the faint winter fog.
12.
In April 2013, I finally got out of the counter and got to the director.
A colleague asked me, why didn't your boyfriend who delivered good food come?
Then I remembered that Wu Bifang really hadn't shown up for a long time.
Quietly flipping through his Weibo, he went to Wuhan with a project and never came to Hangzhou again.
I can't tell what it feels like in my heart, there is happiness and there is loss.
Wu Bifang never appeared again, and the newcomer hated me to death.
Because I often go to the counter to look around to see if there is Any Wu Bifang.
I think I miss his burnt bread and cannabis flowers.
In August, my dad was in a physical condition.
I had high blood pressure and suddenly fainted when I went to work, which scared me into taking leave and flying home.
That was the first time I felt like I couldn't be willful anymore.
Dad wasn't the big man he used to be, and the family depended on me.
At the end of 13 years, I found a job in Tianjin and left my job from Hangzhou.
As I was packing my things, I saw the old Spirophore bottle and Parker pen.
I wrapped it in newspaper and put it in a cardboard box.
I thought at one point that I was leaving them as a reminder of my past without self-esteem.
But now, I feel, perhaps, that I want to keep a little memorial, for someone who will never go back.
13.
After returning to Tianjin, I began to seriously go on blind dates.
But if it's almost the same, it will be talked about for a month or two.
But it is really fate that has not arrived, and there has been no suitable one.
In October 2015, Wu Bifang updated Weibo.
He hadn't been more bo in a long time. It turned out that his father had died a few months earlier, and he was blogging in mourning.
Then, while enduring the grief, he took over the company in an all-round way.
For a moment, I felt that my youth was really far away from my generation.
The so-called young, sometimes just don't have to be responsible.
When you take responsibility in you, youth is only a memory.
That night, my heart could not be calmed for a long time.
So I opened the mailbox and clicked on the email.
The first sentence that Wu Bi let go of his head said, Xiao Gui, I don't know when I started to like you, which is very strange.
Then he turned sharply and talked about his own pressure and confusion.
He is the only son in the family and will definitely take over his father's business in the future.
In the business field, heavy profits are unjust, and the original partners are all eyeing the company.
As a child, money was spent easily.
When I grew up, I learned that money was hot.
When I first learned that the company's debt ratio was more than 100%, I was so stressed that I couldn't sleep all night, and I couldn't understand how my father was so bold. But outsiders can only see the flower racks.
Those warblers and swallows rushed forward, but he felt like a piece of rotten flesh.
Wu Bifang finally said, "Xiao Gui, when I was in high school, I never put you in my eyes and thought you were stupid.
But time and society have made me understand that you may be the only person left in my life who is really good to me.
I'm not saying that I can't meet good people, but I'm in this environment, and I can't tell the difference between good and bad.
But I'm sure you're true and you're good.
Meeting you again, I think, is a chance for God to make up for it.
I understand why you resist me, but if it is possible, please let me spend my life to compensate.
I'm serious, I'm not going to marry anyone but you. ”
I looked at the next line and felt like I was reading a romance novel.
But Wu Bifang called and said, as long as you want, I can marry you at any time.
14.
I was moved by what he said.
Anyway, I have tried so many strange men, and it is not impossible to give him a chance to try.
The big deal is to lose a love affair.
And this kind of lost love is extraordinary, even if it fails, I am also a girl who has been in love with a rich person.
And so we started.
After experiencing his contempt for me, and my resistance to him, they finally came together.
The story behind it is a bit tacky and a little incredible.
In 2016, I became Mrs. Wu, and in 2018, I had Xiao Wu.
My life has since turned another page.
Who would have thought that I would eventually marry the local tycoon who called out to me at that time.
A lot of women ask, why are you!
If there must be an answer, it may be that when Wu Bifang and I met in Weiwei, he determined that I was the harbor after seeing so many scenery.
Besides, I'm not bad.
Not a beauty at first glance, but enduring. In the words of Wu Bifang, there is the boss lady's calm and leisurely, and she can hold the scene.
Now, Wu Bifang can be obedient, and I call him every day, and he is still happy to do it.
He said, you're retaliating. I said, yeah, I'm going to get revenge for the rest of my life.