Me and Sister Nan~~

Sister Nan and I

Because I came early today, the company hadn’t opened yet, so I sat in the car, opened the mirror, and looked at myself wearing the newly bought butterfly earrings. Son, the lips are painted with Mac’s Russian Brick Red, listening to Xu Wei’s “The Past You”. The sun was lazily streaming in through the car window, and I was thinking that I would have to get up early tomorrow, and then go to that small Korean purchasing shop to buy some more T-shirts. I really liked the clothes I bought a few days ago. Then I started scrolling through my circle of friends, and I came across a comment that my college friend Sister Nan had posted half an hour ago, which made my still-smelly heart slowly aching. I was thinking, what she considers to be a good friend of mine? It's not that I don't care enough about her.

Xu Wei’s deep and magnetic voice lingered in the car. It was unclear whether it was plain and leisurely, or whether it was sad. It didn’t seem to be heartbreaking or painful, but it made people extremely sober. A touch of desolation in this bustling world, a sense of elegance in this secular world. I just wanted to write about some of the things that happened between Sister Nan and me. It is not a thrilling or soul-stirring story, but just the most ordinary speck of dust among all living beings, floating and falling in this rolling world of mortals.

Sister Nan and I are classmates in the same university, in the same department and in different classes. In the first two years of college, we just knew each other, knew each other's names, and said hello when we bumped into each other occasionally. We have to talk about our impressions of each other. I guess her impression of me is that I am a good student, a good girl, boring and not fun to play with. My impression of her is that I am a social person. Perming and dyeing hair, skipping school to write cheat sheets, dancing hip-hop, falling in love and maturing early, they are not the same people. Look, this should be our first impression of each other.

In my junior year, Sister Nan moved from Apartment 9 to Apartment 4, which is the apartment I live in, and moved into the dormitory I lived in, and we became roommates. Let me make a note here. At that time, the accommodation fee in Apartment Nine was higher than that in Apartment Four. Although at that time, I did not have the sensitive cells to perceive the so-called rich and poor, but invisibly, your friends were destined to be circle, so even if we have known some people for nearly 20 years, we may have never been close to each other in private or have ever communicated with each other in the past. I mentioned this because I wanted to express that because she moved to Apartment 4, we had the opportunity to be closer than before, and we had the opportunity to become more familiar with each other than before.

Although we are in the same dormitory, in fact we are still living our lives as we did in the previous two years. She continued to fall in love with the boy in her class, skipping classes when going out, there were art performances in the department, and when there were parties, she would go to hip-hop dances. Well, my better impression of her is that she dances beautifully and has a Korean style. Later, I had a good impression that she cooked delicious food, because sometimes she would invite the sisters in the dormitory to have dinner in the house she and her boyfriend rented outside. You know, at that time, I didn’t even know how to wash rice and cook it in a rice cooker, so I thought she was really awesome. Of course, I also had a bad impression at that time, that is, at that time, I could rent a house and live together. At least for me, an old antique, it was shocking and subverted my three views. In fact, at that time, she was far more than the only one who went out to live together, but it was just a psychological activity. Of course, I was not qualified or necessary to judge others.

So during our college years, the two of us only had these common interactions. We never talked about the world, nor did we quarrel or quarrel. We really got closer to each other after we graduated from college and during our years together in Beijing. From 2007 to now, we have gone through 12 years of ups and downs together, and we have known each other for 16 years, ups and downs.

In the year of graduation, I first came to Beijing and started working as a Beijing drifter. Xuejiao (my good friend and roommate from college) and I lived in a small courtyard house in Shahe. We lived in a renovated kitchen of the landlord’s house. It was only about 16 square meters, with a bed, a chair, and a A table, a window, nothing more. Sister Nan came to Beijing a few months after us. The boyfriend she dated in college also came to Beijing. He had relatives who were relatively powerful in Beijing and arranged a stable job for him, so Sister Nan followed her without hesitation. Come.

I still remember the time when Sister Nan first arrived in Beijing to find us. She carried a luggage roll (a quilt from college) and a dog-patterned pillow, and came in a hurry.

Here I want to talk about why we were not close when we were in college, and why Sister Nan wanted to live with me when she came to Beijing. It was not me who came to seek refuge with her, but my good friend Xuejiao. They are very close, um, I was still very clear about this at the time.

Sister Nan built two wooden boards next to the original bed, and we lived in that small house of more than ten square meters. Sister Nan started to submit her resume and look for a job. Her boyfriend's family couldn't arrange a stable job for her. Sister Nan didn't think so, she could just find it by herself. We lived there for nearly a year. Later, due to job changes, we moved out of that small courtyard one after another. We moved away from the small bungalow where we were sticky and sweaty in the summer and had only one electric fan to blow. Small villages and towns where you can watch open-air movies (nowadays, Shahe is full of high-rise buildings). Many years later, every time we talk about our time in Beidiao, this small courtyard house has always been the place where we thought that although it was bitter, it was also the place where our dreams began. Our happiest time has always been recorded there, and our most innocent laughter and laughter have always been left here.

After about half a year, we got together again and lived together in a two-bedroom house in Shijingshan. Xuejiao and I shared a room, and Sister Nan and her boyfriend lived together. A friend lives in one room. At this time, we were not as poor as when we first arrived in Beijing, but we still had no money. We still went to the Zoo Wholesale City to buy clothes. The better clothes we bought were Aileen, Baleno, and Metersbonwe. When I was greedy, I went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables and make hot pot. In the morning, before dawn, the four of us started running in the rush of people. At night, under the stars and the moon, we returned to our temporary home.

Later we moved to Erbozi near Huilongguan, where we lived for a long time, especially me, who lived there until I bought a house and got married. During the days when we lived in Huilongguan, Sister Nan joined my company. We went to and from get off work together, worked overtime together, complained together, studied together, and walked coolly in the small alleys of Changping South Street wearing the same camouflage pants. At that time, Sister Nan's love life was stable and sweet, and I was still a loner. At that time, Sister Nan and her boyfriend began to make money and save money. Among the few of us, comparatively speaking, Sister Nan was the earliest and most involved in the world.

Later, we resigned together, she started working in the tourism industry, and I started studying abroad. She moved away from Huilongguan and started living in a mobile house with her boyfriend (her boyfriend worked for a state-owned enterprise, China Railway Co., Ltd.), and it took a long time for us to get together. When Sister Nan was buying a house in Tongzhou, she called me. I was still in Huangzhuang, Haidian. She said, Chunfeng, we are buying a house! I could feel her joyful mood through the microphone. It was 2012, when Chen Xiansen and I were already married. At that time, Sister Nan would still be my relationship consultant, giving me guidance like someone who had experienced it. Maze.

In the summer of 2013, we went to Beidaihe together to have fun. After we came back, we were so busy that it was difficult to get together for a long time. Later, I became pregnant and started to retreat. Until I gave birth to Luo Luoer, Sister Nan and her husband came to my house to see me. At that time, we both thought that our lives would always be happy, and we would definitely continue to be lucky.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the days move by. Sister Nan slowly lost weight from 140 pounds when she was the fattest to 120 pounds, and then slowly lost weight to 100 pounds. Until the end of 2016, when we meet again of 94 pounds. We were sitting in a cafe run by my college classmate Xuefeng, and I saw Sister Nan learn to smoke. Sister Nan said, I don’t have a home anymore. My house in Yanjiao is still being renovated, and I have no place to live. I said, then come to my house. We didn't cry, there were just stars in our eyes, flickering and flickering. We didn't go into detail about our separation and reunion over the past few years, our grievances and grievances. I went shopping with her and laughed at each other. She said to Chunfeng, it turns out that you, a skinny person, have started to wear size L, and you are here too! I said, yes, you, a fat guy, actually wear size S, you can finally feel proud!

After the Spring Festival, Sister Nan lived in my house for more than a month, and then she went traveling alone, to Yunnan, Tibet, Nepal, and Sanya. She went to many places, met many people, saw many scenery, and listened to many stories. When she came back, she gave everything to me, and then chose to work in Shenzhen.

Half a year later, she came back again. When she came back this time, she said she would not leave. She came to my company and we chose to start a business with our friends.

Going round and round, until today, we are together again. I don’t know how she finally reconciled with herself when she stayed up all night alone and cried secretly; I don’t know. I know whether she has really let go, whether she has really started over, and whether she has really learned to love herself.

Sister Nan and I, we are classmates, we are friends, we are best friends, we are colleagues, we are partners. I just want to say one thing to her: The world kissed me with pain, but we still have to sing in return. In the days to come, we will continue to go forward. I hope that we can come out of a warm spring and have a bright future. The future is still promising, and you will definitely not go through the entire bleak autumn alone again.

Dear girl, we can continue to dream, to dream of traveling to the end of the world with a sword, to continue to dream, to dream of seeing the prosperity of this world.