It was a gathering of friends, with more than a hundred men and women in total.
I am not the prettiest among them, but I am definitely the most dazzling, because I sang a song from our youth, "Love Song 1990", which was popular in the 1990s. After I came on stage, as soon as I opened my voice, the whole place was boiling. Everyone waved their hands to the beat and sang along loudly. One of them, a middle-aged uncle, holding a guitar, rushed to the stage to perform this popular song with me.
This middle-aged uncle seemed to be of the same generation. He performed this song vividly on the guitar. Moreover, he and I cooperated very well. It was as if we had rehearsed in advance. Every look in his eyes was in place and every sentence was affectionate and moving. After
came down, we exchanged contact information and quickly became good friends who talked about everything.
Since we are similar in age, we talked about many topics. Moreover, when we talked about Xu Zhimo poems and Wang Guozhen poems, the two people's ideas were extremely similar. Unknowingly, everyone dispersed, and the two of us were still sitting there talking selflessly.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse outside, and the two of us walked hand in hand unknowingly, walking in the deserted streets, chatting heartily.
However, people of our generation are so introverted and reserved. Although we already learned that the other person was single during the conversation and we could see each other's admiration for each other, when it came to the final step, we both seemed to have agreed upon it and the relationship ended abruptly.
After we left, I fell into an inexplicable longing. The figure of the middle-aged uncle flashed in my mind all the time. His wisdom, his talent, and his conversation would make me recall and haunt me. I picked up the phone several times and wanted to call him, but the damn lady's unique reserve made me put down the phone, expecting him to call me or send me a message. However, every time the bell rang, I picked it up excitedly, but put it down in disappointment.
Half a year passed, and I was on a business trip to his city. With an uneasy heart, I sent him a message, "I've been thinking about it, thinking about it. I wonder if my heart, which has no place to rest, can stay in your harbor?"
It took a long time before I received his reply, "Oh! I knew we were in love, but I always feel like you don't have feelings for me, maybe. It’s my inferiority complex, you know? After we separated, I fell into a state of depression. I stared at my phone every day, expecting you to call me. In the end, I felt that I couldn't live without separation, so I quickly found a partner to live with. Fortunately, she was also a very kind-hearted woman who knew how to live, which made me gradually let go of you from the bottom of my heart. "
ah! I felt cold from head to toe. That party was actually an opportunity given to us by God, but we failed to seize it. Like many adults, we thought we were mature and experienced, so we put ourselves in a box and pretended. In fact, it goes against my true thoughts. Let your originally beautiful life be wasted.
The heart-warming uncle pointed at me and said rudely: "Just pretend! Let's see how many more relationships can escape you."
Do you have the same situation as me? Leave a message in the comment area, and let's share the stories of our contemporaries together. You can also pay attention to the warm-hearted uncle and listen to his emotional stories about ordinary people.
