Missing Notice of "Okay, Okay" (2)

(7)

The little cook and I squatted at the door of the hut, and I handed him a cigarette.

He said he didn’t know how to smoke. I said: You will never lack people to teach you how to do well in your life, and there will always be someone to teach you how to do bad things.

He choked on the first bite and kept coughing, like QQ that he logged in to repeatedly.

I patted his back and said: ...You two looked at each other for at least five minutes that day. He hurriedly explained: The reason why he lost his composure at that time was because on New Year's Eve, I, I, I, I...

He was stuck on that unspeakable secret again. Alas, he was stammering and was so worried.

I said: What am I! Little brother, do you know that if a woman is willing to look at you for more than 15 seconds, it means that she also has a crush on you.

He almost choked to death, coughing crazily and shaking his head constantly.

After a long time, the coughing finally stopped, and his head hung between his knees. He said in a muffled voice: Uncle, don’t worry about it, it’s impossible... I’m just a poor boy, others will laugh at me. .

Lift your head!

Yes, that’s right. There will always be more people in this world who laugh at your jokes than people who care about you. Everyone in the world lives under the lips of others.

But have you heard of the three great gods’ replies? Every sentence is true:

1. It’s none of your business!

2. It’s none of my business!

3. You know nothing!

He mumbled, "But, I'm just a cook, and I won't have much potential in the future."

Shit! If the law stipulated that only promising people were allowed to fall in love, China would no longer need family planning!

Little chef, actually I understand what you mean.

This is an era of solidified classes. It is difficult for young people at the bottom to find an upward path. Most of them spend their entire youth pursuing nothing more than survival. A small number of people can solve the basic problems of food, clothing and dignity, but they have to be " "Security" puts the reins on the reins and runs hard.

Opportunities are there, but they are few. There are scammers, but most of them are nothing more than looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst...

But listen to me, kid: the lack of resources and the right to allocate resources are not the same. It does not mean that a person's emotional pursuits must also be lacking. In other words, whether you are promising has nothing to do with whether you are worthy of love.

Furthermore, the starting point does not determine the end point, and family background does not determine the golden status. A life is so long, and even an ordinary person will encounter extraordinary life encounters. How do you know that you are definitely worthless?

Furthermore, for a girl like Xiaohui who has no faults, do you think she will be so sophisticated and tacky in her choice of partner? Maybe the people you are worried about don’t care at all?

Furthermore, since there is a "tyrannical president who falls in love with me", why can't there be a "mysterious Bai Fumei who accepts me"? If you don’t even dare to dream, how can you survive?

The little cook thought about it for a long time, raised his head a little, and glanced at me.

He said: Uncle, you said Miss Xiaohui also had a crush on me...but why did she never talk to me again, didn't look at me, and didn't say a word to me.

Just from this sentence, I know that you are still a virgin, have zero experience, and are as stupid as a piece of wood.

Which goddess would take the initiative? Is the goddess so easy to chase? Especially when a diaosi in your situation counterattacks. It's okay if I don't look at you. If I look at you openly, it will prove that you are useless, do you understand? She doesn't see it in her eyes, but does she understand in her heart? If you don't take the initiative in this situation, do you still expect the little girl to take the initiative?

Listen up!

Don’t expect girls to take the initiative with you under any circumstances. The biological instinct of advanced primates determines the reserved nature of female creatures. In the long prehistoric years, when female animals choose a mate, reserve is the way to eliminate the weak. The only magic weapon for hunting animals is that only those males who are strong and confident, dare to fight, kill and find food, and are good at sex can get the highest priority for reproductive and mating rights.

From a biological point of view, the meaning of life is nothing more than the transmission of genetic information...

The little cook interrupted me and turned pale: I didn't want to mate...

My nose was so angry: I wasn’t talking about fucking mating...

Virgins are so hateful! I'm so stupid to you, I'm just so stupid to you... It's not like I've never been a virgin. Say it again, you've never thought about mating. Who are you fooling? Do you dare to say that you haven't thought about it at all? You talk, you talk, you...

He begged: Uncle, can you just shut up? Can you please stop saying something... worthy?

I said yes, not matching, but chasing.

Let’s put aside the question of whether you and Xiaohui are worthy of each other. Let’s discuss how you should pursue her and how you should actively and effectively manage your love.

......

Forget it, stop discussing it, just figure it out yourself.

Love that can be managed can no longer be called love.

It can be said clearly that it is not called love.

If you have a cigarette, stop smoking.

(8)

That Spring Festival passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, the crowd dispersed, and the birds flapped their wings and continued their respective voyages.

There was no hug or farewell before parting.

Let’s not be pretentious if we leave. If we are destined, we will meet again next year. If we are destined, we will forget each other in the world. As long as the cabin doesn't die, you'll always have a place to spend the New Year. If you find your other half, remember to bring it back together on New Year's Eve. If you have successfully cultivated and finally have a habitat, then you won't have to return to this reef. Take care, everyone, and take care of yourself.

Xiaohui left very late, which was very rare. This time she almost delayed it until the last day of the official holiday.

The clues were obvious. For so many days, the little cook was wandering around her without even looking at him.

The closer the little cook got to her, the redder her ears became, but her face remained as usual and showed no reaction. However, I noticed that whenever the little cook came near, her breathing became very light, and the closer she got, the lighter it became. , sometimes almost suspended.

My eyes never even glanced at her.

As a person who has experienced it, I know how harmful it is to pull a seedling and encourage it to grow. Outsiders should not interfere with such a subtle seed of karma. Whether it is withered or prosperous, let it grow on its own.

Having said that, I still couldn’t hold it back after all.

Before the magical Xiaohui said goodbye, I couldn’t help but give her a nod: Do you know who made the big steamed buns on New Year’s Eve?

Her breathing suddenly became very light, and she nodded for a long time.

I laughed: How about it, do you like him?

Xiaohui's breathing was so light that she almost paused, neither nodding nor shaking her head for a long time.

The taxi’s horn beeped, it was getting late and it was time to hit the road.

I patted Xiaohui’s head and said: Why don’t you leave your contact information and I’ll forward it to him for you. You can get to know each other first and compare cooking skills. Let’s start as friends. Well...

She didn't hesitate for a second, shaking her head like a rattle. Oh my gosh, why are your eyes red again? Women, I really don’t understand.

Before she left, Xiaohui only asked one question: Can I come back next year on New Year’s Eve?

I asked her: Can I leave my contact information with him?

The two gloves were clenched tightly together, and she bit her lip until it bled. She was so young, where did she come from so many worries? What are you having trouble with? Okay, okay, don't cry. You are the magical little girl Hui. Don't be embarrassed. Let's go.

I pulled her shoulder towards the car door and gave her a gentle push from behind:

Take care, goodbye.

......

The little cook walked over blankly, carrying a huge luggage.

He squatted down and sat next to me: Uncle, what should I do next?

The sun was just right, and the May Day Street in spring was filled with the fragrance of bougainvillea. I shook my head and said: I don’t know either.

......

He stretched out his hand: Give me a cigarette.

I touched my pocket, took out the cigarette, handed it to him, lit it for him, and then slapped the cigarette away with my backhand!

So what if it’s magical, what if it’s mysterious, what if it’s white, rich and beautiful?

Where in the world can there be so many reunions? Passing by is often missing forever.

What are you waiting for? Chase her, chase her even if you can't catch her. If you really want to, you can find her even at the end of the world.

Pointing in the direction of the car, I shouted to the little cook: Run! Wu Dong Qian Kun Novel

(9)

I did not expect that the direction of this story would take a sudden and sharp turn.

Just like I didn't expect it, only a few months passed between the day when the little cook ran away and when he suddenly appeared again.

At the beginning of summer, he sat down next to me.

Before I could scream in surprise, he took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one for me, and lit one himself.

You didn’t get choked? How come your smoking posture suddenly became so sophisticated in just a few months?

Before I could raise my hand to knock down the bright and dark red spots, he spoke first.

The little cook said: I found Xiaohui.

He said: Promise me not to hate Xiaohui after listening to her story.

He said: The day I finally found Xiaohui, she was unloading a whole cart of flour from a tricycle. She unloaded it alone...

...

Xiaohui is a pseudonym.

There is no such thing as Bai Fumei, and there is no such thing as a family business.

Xiaohui is indeed engaged in the catering industry - she sells food in the school cafeteria and also cooks.

Xiaohui lives in an old city in the north.

The salary in the cafeteria is meager. Fortunately, she does not need to rent a house and lives in a dormitory.

She saved her salary for a year, enough money and clothes to buy her a trip to a distant place.

It’s not a trip, just a few days at home.

She was an orphan, had no birthdays, no house parties, and grew up alone.

Girls at this age are always full of expectations and imaginations about life. The more beautiful a girl is, the more unlimited possibilities are blooming in front of her. Xiaohui is an exception. Her biggest expectation every year is just New Year's Eve. A whole year of preparation and waiting, just for that reunion on New Year's Eve.

Warm, fantastic, and fairy tale-like.

You only have so little money saved every year, so you must spend it carefully.

I save clothes one by one, as well as shoes, which are all purchased online during off-season discounts.

You have to save and hide. Some things must be hidden well, otherwise she will not save enough clothes and energy to embark on this journey. Gloves must be worn to cover up the knife marks left by cutting vegetables, the scars caused by hot oil, and the layer of calluses on the palms that cannot be removed no matter how hard they are scrubbed.

Collecting gloves one by one, lipstick and eyebrow pencil, she hid in the dark dormitory, learned how to apply makeup by comparing it to magazines, and tried hundreds of times to trace out her dream self.

What girl has never dreamed of being a princess? But since she was a child, no one has ever bought her a doll.

She goes to a beauty studio once a year before setting off, and spends hundreds of dollars to get her hair permed into wavy hair that looks like a doll, but looks like a different person.

......

Confidence is like a string of beads, pieced together piece by piece, one by one.

She racked her brains to hide her humble self, and then timidly showed her dream self to the temporary family.

Everyone loved her and praised her for being magical. Everything was as beautiful as a dream, and she loved herself deeply in the dream.

In fact, she understands in her heart: She only has this chance to be liked by everyone once a year, and each time only lasts for more than a week.

Even sweet dreams always make you worry about waking up. Just like what is written in the fairy tale, when the clock rings at 12 o'clock at midnight, the carriage turns into a pumpkin, the white evening dress turns into a gray linen skirt, and all the magic will happen. disappear.

Only by hiding carefully can she have the opportunity to look forward to the dream of the next year. After a short period of happiness, she must leave quietly without leaving any contact information.

Xiaohui is a pseudonym.

Hui girl is the homophone of Cinderella. The Biography of Wukong

(10)

I was speechless for a long time, until the ashes stung my hands and burned them.

I always thought she was white, rich and beautiful, but it turns out it was all a lie.

Is Miss Hui lying? If you think about it carefully, she didn't mention a word about her life experience and financial situation, which only left a misunderstanding.

What a child, why do you do this?

I said: This silly girl... why doesn’t she show her true face to others? Could it be that someone would still laugh at her in the hut?

The little cook said: Uncle, are you starting to hate her a little bit? Do you think she is vain?

I choked and didn’t know how to answer him.

......

The little chef stopped in the city where Xiaohui was located. He found a temporary job as a chef in a small restaurant and stayed there for several months.

The restaurant is not far from the school. The little cook would go to the canteen every day and watch her secretly for a while.

Look at the back of her carrying rice, and look at her standing outside the window selling rice. Outside the window are her peers. A few thin stainless steel railings create a double world between the inside and the outside.

The little cook watched her being ridiculed by her colleagues. They said in a strange way: Look at her permed hair. There is also a graphic model in our cafeteria... Model, didn't you go pick up the express delivery today? Haven’t you bought a designer coat recently?

He winked and said: Actually, those clothes were given by others, right? Alas, if you are so rich, why are you willing to let you eat soot here?

Miss Xiaohui remained silent, seemingly used to such ridicule. Her only way to cope was to keep working, as if once she became busy, all the noise would no longer be heard.

……

The little cook said that Xiaohui’s face turned upward when she was working was not as good-looking as on New Year’s Eve. To be honest, she looked ordinary and inconspicuous when thrown into the crowd... ...The only thing that dazzled was her hands, which were red and wrinkled and could be seen from a long distance away.

He watched her unloading the goods alone, riding the car to restock the goods alone, picking up the express delivery like a thief, and returning to the dormitory after work, with her baggy work clothes hanging around her body and the express package wrapped in her arms. In her arms, she walked with her head down.

He said that the more he watched, the more distressed he became, and every day he had to desperately suppress the urge to go up and call her.

So what if I shout? He didn't know what to say to her.

There seems to be a narrow-minded force in the dark, always secretly controlling people's destiny: you can't get what you want, lose everything you like, and get nothing more than this, and the more cautious you are, The more I did, the more I had to knock it to the ground for you...

The little cook didn't bother Miss Hui's life, but the thing was still knocked to the floor after all.

The small restaurant where the little cook worked sold northern pasta. That day he brought the basket to the counter at the door. As soon as he opened the lid, a passerby was attracted. The man asked: Boss, how do you sell steamed buns? ?

Through the rising white mist, he saw Xiaohui standing in front of him holding a tricycle.

Xiaohui's face was calm at first, but as the fog cleared, it suddenly turned pale.

After just a few seconds, Xiaohui turned around, held the car and walked away.

He rushed out of the store to chase her. The basket was knocked over violently, and the snow-white buns rolled to the ground, instantly covered with mud and dirt.

He wanted to call her, but his mind went blank and he couldn't shout anything.

Xiaohui didn’t look back, nor did she stop. The horns sounded, but she couldn’t hear anything.

She pushed the cart and walked straight down the street in late spring.

Going against the traffic flow, going further and further away.

......

The story ended quietly, as if it had never happened.

(11)

My amazing Hui girl, I know you will definitely read this article.

In fact, no one has the right to condemn you, and no one has the right to stop you from creating those beautiful illusions.

Your lies are often your dreams.

In fact, each of us is the same.

I just want to ask you: If the story could be rewritten, what kind of ending would you give it?

Suppose our eyes were facing each other in front of a small restaurant on the next New Year's Eve, would you still turn around and leave?

Assuming that your identity is not revealed that day, will you be with the little cook on the next New Year’s Eve?

If everything could happen later, would things change?

Suppose he could be brave enough to catch up with you in the wrong-way traffic that day, would you allow this clumsy child to love you clumsily?

OK, all assumptions are bullshit and cannot change the already established reality.

So we say that life is like a dream, you can’t go back when you wake up.

Girl Hui.

I once thought that the relationship between you and the little cook was the beginning of a fantasy. No matter whether he was rich or poor, he would always break the inherent character setting.

But I forgot that the endings of all fairy tales are never perfectly replicated in the real world. Non-fictional love cannot escape the law of fate after all.

The miracle did not happen, the little cook did not transform into the little prince.

Cinderella was pushing the tricycle and was not sitting in the pumpkin carriage.

The children who once looked at each other on New Year's Eve finally passed each other and looked at each other speechlessly.

......

Okay, what needs to be reviewed has been reviewed, there is no need to go into details, any more pretentiousness is bullshit.

My purpose in writing this story is just to fulfill a promise to one person. At the same time, I hope you can know his true feelings and the real reason why he paid attention to you in the first place.

Girl Hui.

After talking about your life and your back that day, the little cook told me why he came to me. He said:

Xiaohui only has one week a year. Become her dream self, don't rush to expose her, no matter what, help her continue to dream.

I asked: Which "she" is this, the one with the gloves on or the one with the gloves off? Little cook, which Cinderella is in your heart?

He replied that there was only one Xiaohui in his heart.

He said: ...the one who hid in the corner of the eaves on New Year's Eve, crying and singing happy birthday to himself in a low voice.

I understand, what should I do?

He said: Uncle, can you pretend you don’t know anything? Can you celebrate Xiaohui’s birthday every New Year’s Eve?

(12)

New Year’s Eve 2014.

Following the little chef’s instructions, I prepared three different birthday plans.

But Xiaohui, you didn’t show up.

New Year’s Eve 2015.

Xiaohui, you still didn’t show up. Besieged City Novel

It’s New Year’s Eve again, it’s February 10, 2016, the third day of the first lunar month.

The wind speed in the Drake Strait is 30 knots and the waves are 9 meters high. Passing through this sea area with countless shipwrecks, the Antarctic is ahead.

Being far away from the world for four whole days, I had no way of knowing which solo birds would stop in the cabin on New Year’s Eve this year.

Girl, are you here this year?

Did you come alone or in two?

Did you come with gloves on, or did you come with gloves off?

Coins are wrapped in dumplings every year. Have you eaten this year’s coins? The chorus is held every year. Have you ever sang the "Happy New Year Song" with everyone? Actually it's "Happy Birthday", you know.

Well, maybe you still didn’t show up on New Year’s Eve this year.

Will you come next year?

The ship was bumping, and the ups and downs of icebergs were drifting by not far away.

At this moment, I am sitting on the stern deck of the boat, writing the above words in the wind and waves. It is coming to an end. I don’t know how to end this story.

You have been absent from the reunion dinner on New Year’s Eve for two years.

The little cook was also absent for two years.

Cinderella may appear again, but the little cook may never come again.

Three years ago, the little cook said: It’s all my fault for being stupid, I messed up... Don’t expose her, help her continue to dream.

He said: Uncle, can you pretend you don’t know anything? Can you celebrate Xiaohui’s birthday every New Year’s Eve?

He said he didn’t have to come next New Year’s Eve, and if necessary, he could never show up again.

He said that he didn’t want you to run away in embarrassment again because of his appearance.

He is also a homeless child. He has always been a clumsy child, clumsily protecting your dream, hoping that you will complete your dream.

I asked him: Are you not sorry? From the beginning to the end, you only looked at each other twice, and you never even said a complete dialogue.

He said: Have you forgotten? I also sang "Happy Birthday" to her.

I stopped him and asked: Little cook, have you ever thought about whether your feelings for Xiaohui are distress or love?

He asked me: Is there any difference? Uncle, didn't you say that anything that can be explained clearly is not called love.

He said that this indescribable feeling started from the moment he found out about Xiaohui's birthday...

The little cook left.

I never saw him again.

I don’t know where he went to spend New Year’s Eve alone, or whether he ate dumplings.

(Thirteen)

Those who understand are not fate. To put it bluntly, it's not called love. Swordsman Novel

Whatever you forget is not a regret. Nothing that can be heard is sad.

Anything that can be avoided is not fate. Those who can guess clearly are not called life.

This article is a missing person notice.

What I am looking for is the end of a story, and what I am looking for are two children who have been away from home for too long.

Miss Hui, you decide how you want to end the story.

If you are willing to continue to be your Cinderella, there is a cabin that will always be happy to be your pumpkin carriage.

If you want this story to end quietly, as if it never happened.

Well then, take care and wish you a happy birthday.

In addition, there is a clip I want to share with you.

Just think of it as a birthday gift to you.

On New Year’s Eve that year, fireworks filled the sky.

You hide in the corner of the eaves behind the crowd, crying and singing quietly to yourself.

Not far away, there is a boy looking at you silently. He is the only one who knows what you are singing.

He was the only one who noticed that what you were singing quietly was "Happy Birthday".

......

That day was also his birthday.

He was humming the same song in a low voice.

(This article comes from the author Da Bing's "Okay, okay")