Homework "Live a Dream" (continuation of favorite story)

Zhou Yao and I broke up. I sat on a bench in the community until it was dark, and Zhou Yao had taken all his things. Turn on the porch light. There are two dead roses in the vase on the shoe cabinet. Decadent petals fell to the ground one by one. I took off my shoes and squatted on the ground, patiently picking up the pieces, counting in my heart, and I was lost before I knew it. There is a pool of dry water in my palm, which makes me sad. I looked up and found a crumpled note under the vase: there is food in the microwave oven. Remember to wash the dishes after eating and take care in the future. This is Zhou Yao's handwriting. I smiled at the note, opened the drawer, took out a ballpoint pen and wrote a reply on it, but Zhou Yao didn't want to look at it again. Zhou Yao is an ordinary white-collar worker in a foreign trade company, working hard for thousands of dollars from five to nine every day. I am a night bartender with extremely irregular working hours, and there is nothing I can do about this job. I came back before dawn, and Zhou Yao slept soundly; I just fell asleep when she went to work. Obviously sharing the same bed in a city, but living out of the time difference between the northern and southern hemispheres, I often rely on message books to exchange feelings. When I just graduated from college, Zhou Yao and I were huddled in slums, and 500 yuan every month. Our dark brown eyes are bright and full of hope for the future. She said it doesn't matter, we won't be so poor forever. The latest quarrel was that Zhou Yao mentioned me at the station. I opened a rogue's head with a wine bottle. He was reaching for a drunk girl's underwear. As a result of this fight, I lost money and was fired by my boss. Zhou Yao's signature hand has been shaking. When I came out of the police station, I pretended to be very relaxed and said, "I just don't want to do it." Zhou Yao suddenly turned around and shouted hysterically at me, "I'm almost twenty-five, and my mother urged me to get married." I looked down and saw the shadows of banyan trees on both sides of the road, and dim lights were hitting Zhou Yao's high heels. Along the edge of the shoe, her ankle was exposed after the band-aid, and the hard material of the cortex made her skin red. Her dark brown eyes reflect a blank me. "When I was nineteen, my mother said that you and I had no future." She said slowly, "Now, I believe it." The blood on my ear has stopped. I didn't say a word. I only raised my hand and touched the gap in the earlobe, wiping off the thin scab. The sticky red came out again, covering my fingertips. The pain eased a little. I looked up and smiled at Zhou Yao slowly. A look of surprise and disappointment crossed her face. "You are crazy." Say that finish, she turned around, leaving me alone and walked away quickly. I stood there, my head blank, rubbing my scars and thinking about what she said. I was really crazy a long time ago. In high school, the oil painting class was kicked out by the art teacher. The topic assigned by the teacher is "Yan Ming", and most people choose flowers, sun and lights. I drew an abandoned madhouse room, with gray and black cool colors as the background color and the bed color. The sheets were covered with crazy and mottled splash warm colors, and finally the corners were painted with colorful poisonous mushrooms. Don't get me wrong, I'm not mentally ill, I just don't like sameness. But in a place like school, I hate students like me most, so I was kicked out. Zhou Yao drew a cocktail in class. Blue and orange are very beautiful. She sneaked out to find me on the pretext of going to the bathroom. She wore a tall ponytail, and her hair color was not pure black, but a little chestnut. The afternoon sun hit her, and the chestnuts absorbed the sunlight and became more and more golden. Like a meek and timid deer, she rubbed her hands shyly and said, "Hey, I think you are very good." I am a man of the hour, a talented and dangerous person in the school. The theme of writing is "Tomorrow". Most students are writing about bright prospects and sailing. Only I am writing. As long as human beings don't reflect on themselves, tomorrow will be the end, that is, destruction. As expected, I was scolded by my teacher and said that I was no better in society. I laughed stagger, she became angry from embarrassment, scolded me for rolling, and the teaching building shook three times. Zhou Yao was waiting for me in the carport on his bicycle, and looked at me angrily and funny. "You are covered in thorns, knowing that it will be less troublesome to put away." The double bed was empty, so I rolled from the side against the wall to the side. Before I almost fell, I suddenly pulled my strength back and fished myself back. It was a long night, and my stomach bag was heavy, full of the last meal Zhou Yao gave me, which should include breakfast tomorrow morning, but I still ate it all at once. Overeating cured a bad mood, but people should never get psychological comfort by torturing their bodies. I once educated her like this, but now I'm repeating her mistakes. Zhou Yao is a girl with too low self-esteem. Even if she is bullied, she won't think of fighting back. She just reflects on her own mistakes, constantly denouncing herself with others' mistakes and paralyzing her grievances with guilt. When she is in a bad mood, she will overeat, like a robot without facial features, constantly repeating swallowing movements, and the stacked empty bowls show her uneasiness. She ate until she began to feel queasy and vomit, and she knelt down beside the toilet and couldn't stand up. Zhou Yao was isolated at school because she was beautiful, because she got excellent grades, and because she played the violin in the school auditorium, she was praised by the most handsome male teacher. Sometimes malice is so incomprehensible and surprising. I comforted her that people from both worlds don't have to be vassals. You can live beautifully yourself. Zhou Yao's eyes were black with vomiting, and he couldn't stand. After listening to my words, she blushed, but didn't cry. That day, we went to the studio, and Zhou Yao was my model. But my finished product is a deer. I usually exaggerate the color, and the deer has only a vague outline. What is clear is that those two eyes, blue, are like the cloudless sky of Walden Lake in early June. Then she started chasing me. I made it clear that I don't want two lonely animals to seek warmth and comfort from each other. If you call it love to get rid of loneliness, forget it. Zhou Yao suddenly asked me, "What day is tomorrow?" I laughed and joked. "Destruction and doomsday." Zhou Yao suddenly interrupted me: "That's a deer migrating north. Even though they knew that wolves and brown bears were waiting for opportunities along the way, they still trudged further into the barren hills. That diagonal line is really like a cumbersome dead wood on weekdays, but it makes the aurora hang on the corner, but it is cassia twig decorated with frost and snow. " "I'm going to the north to pick the moon and aurora. Do you want to join me? " Zhou Yao hold my shoulder, I think she is not melodramatic, the tie nodded. I have to live. The money in my passbook for buying diamond rings has reached five figures. Although she is gone, I still have no intention of giving up. I picked up a paintbrush, a guitar and a hobby that had been shelved for many years. These hands are no longer flexible in throwing bottles under the light of the bar, and they are extremely clumsy in doing other things. I have changed many professions, such as bartending and tattooing. Mostly out of interest. I just did whatever I wanted and lost my enthusiasm in two days. I even worked as a scavenger, also known as a rag picker. Zhou Yao listened to me tell her all kinds of people and things, just like a child listening to a fairy tale. For example, a girl who has paid the full amount feels too painful in the middle of the tattoo, so she goes to the toilet on an excuse and then secretly runs away. For example, a woman can only cry when her husband steps on the ground in the street. Zhou Yao said you lived an ideal life, and Zhou Yao said the same thing when we broke up. "But I can't just have ideals. I want to live. " I try to find a serious job, abandon my ideals, work from five to nine, and be as diligent as a gregarious animal. However, I submitted a lot of resumes, and all of them fell into the sea. The only experience I can tell at school is not worth mentioning now. Zhou Yao is right, too idealistic to be responsible for our future life. I seem to be a 16-year-old boy in high school. But Zhou Yao is 25 years old, and she has the pursuit of mature women. She yearns for stability and home, and can't live in fairy tales all her life. Dreams can't be turned into real money, which makes her feel safe in her hands. I fully understand Zhou Yao's idea of leaving me. She should be taller. Blind romance will make her hungry, so we parted ways. Finally, I was selected by a small private company, which was very interesting and mainly sold creativity. Maybe it's writing lyrics, maybe painting, maybe composing music for some tepid little singers, maybe writing advertising copy for third-rate products. I won't succeed in doing so. I don't take this as a job, because I do it casually, like a hobby that can get money. I drew a dancing gardenia skirt on the graffiti on the toilet door panel, which is the radian of Zhou Yao's skirt at the age of 16, and has become the most striking scenery in this city. After writing a song for an unknown cover lover, everything changed. The song he sang was covered by singers and internet celebrities. In the column of lyrics and songs, I filled in the name "Want a lot of money" and the name jumped to the hot search list. The company has also become popular, and people who come here to place orders are in an endless stream. I really have a lot of money now. I want to ask Zhou Yao, if I am rich, will you come with me? But I don't have her contact information anymore. Because of work needs, I also changed my mobile phone number and moved out of that small rental house. My girl may have become someone else's wife. In the arms that will make her feel safe, listening to the song I wrote, I said how someone could use such a vulgar name as "asking for a lot of money". Because of me, I want a lot of money and want to be carefree with the girl I like until I am one hundred years old. Give her a new pair of high heels, which won't wear out the skin behind her ankles. I want a lot of money to please the girl I like. I'm selling my memories with Zhou Yao. My insignificant talents, together with my wasted youth, are saving money to buy her a diamond ring. Four years after Zhou Yao left, I received a big order. Party A is generous, but the requirements are very strange. When the text message was docked, she said that she hoped I could design a wine and drink for her, because it was very necessary to have a professional counterpart. If it was beyond her ability, just return the order. I said, no, this is mine. She breathed a sigh of relief, and then made clear her requirements: a low degree is easy to get drunk, reminiscent of sea salt, lemons and sharp edges of darkness. What she said was too stream of consciousness, and I tried to understand the meaning. She paused and said slowly, it's really hard to understand. Sorry for the trouble. "No, if I know the purpose, it may be more convenient to start." I calm down. "Yes," her tone seemed hesitant. "I want to apologize." I wrote the words "Let bygones be bygones" on the paper with a carbon pen. Her news came again soon: I'm not afraid of your jokes. I want to ask that person. After I left her, I worked very hard and made money very hard. "Now that I have money, is she still dreaming? Will she let me pay for her idealized life? " The pen in his hand paused, and the thumb that answered the key trembled uncontrollably: "Excuse me, is your surname Zhou?" No, my name is Zhou. She will be back soon. A pot of cold water was poured on my head, and I calmed down for a moment. "Thank you. Please keep asking for it. " I picked up the pen again. After a full five minutes, she came back with three words: no, "I will send you the matching form as soon as possible." Happy cooperation. " I went back neatly. "Sorry, I want to return the bill." She was caught off guard: "I know how to make a cup of this thing." Before I could answer, she continued, "I'm so disappointed." "Ice water, sour watermelon juice, empty plates, weird fairy tales from 20 years ago. A kiss with a time difference of 12 hours, the blue eyes of a deer, and the courage to dream. This is Ms. Zhou Yao's exclusive formula. " "Would you like it? I want a lot of money, teacher. "