Uncle Kong, tell me about it.

"Ann, you say you love me, and I believe you, but is this just lip service?"

"Ann, are you still going to Beijing?" "Well, that's right." He asked me tentatively, and I answered firmly.

"Ann, it is not that I don't love you. Have you ever thought about giving up something for me? " I have nothing to say. In the past six years, I really loved him seriously and wanted to work with him, but I never thought about what I should do to be a real effort. I can take an all-night train to see him, or I can knit a scarf and make a cake for him, but I have to admit that I never wanted to change my life and follow him.

"You see, for six years, I'm not even qualified to be your weakness."

Wu Chenxuan is the person who has been in contact with me for the longest time, and also the person who sees me most clearly. Before establishing a relationship, he said that in the future, when I have sex with someone else, it will be the one who sits on it and moves at will. "Ann, you seem to like taking the initiative." It was just a joke at the time, but the more I thought about it, the more appropriate it was.

We met in the post bar, hell apartment, an online novel that I almost forgot.

On September 2, 20 10, I was awakened by a nightmare at 5 am and couldn't sleep anymore. I opened the water ball happily. He was the only one online in the group at that time. "You also get up so early?" "I am still awake at 3 o'clock!" "Then why don't you sleep?" "I can't sleep without faith." When I rubbed my eyes and saw the word "no faith" lying motionless on the screen of my mobile phone at five o'clock, I felt sick. "Then I will be your faith!" Okay, I hate myself again.

Xuan Mo asked to add you as a friend.

"Sister, do you have someone you like?" "Yes, I like our physics teacher." "Handsome or not?" "An old uncle." "Are you an uncle?" "Yes!" "Then you can call me uncle in the future!"

From then on, I called him uncle for nearly six years.

We often play the bloody instructions in the post bar, just like in the novel. While avoiding the pursuit of ghosts, I burned my brain to find a way out. He always saves me at critical moments, listening to his foggy analysis, remembering a sentence written by Heihuo in his novel, "Needless to say, the dialogue between smart people is too clear." I followed him all the way, from a rookie who knows nothing to a rookie who can live for a long time but still knows nothing.

I don't believe in online dating or long-distance dating. Maybe I think it's good that someone saved me, or maybe it's good that he can listen to me. There can be a hundred reasons to be together, so we are naturally together. Probably know that he is eight years older than me, lives in Shanghai, likes football and games, and has always said that he likes me. In fact, he is right. I really like to take the initiative. I can be a good friend's listener, but I always like to bring up this topic for my boyfriend. I will interrupt him for various reasons, but no matter what I do, Wu Chenxuan always shows understanding, so we have only quarreled twice in the past six years. But I told him many times about the legend of my family in the 18th generation, but he never mentioned his life story, so I still know very little about him, and the topics between us are getting less and less.

What we do most often is to make phone calls. You can't finish talking at first. I come from a place where ethnic minorities live. I have seen the Miao people's methods, the torch festival of the Yi people and the ancient Chinese characters of the Bai people. He likes to hear me talk about these strange customs, and I like to hear about his previous hooking up with girls. It takes at least two hours to make a phone call at a time. I am dancing and thirsty, as if I really like him. Because what we call the most is that he sings to me. His singing skills are really good. He will carefully study all the songs I want to listen to, whether it is my good sister's folk songs or Show Lo's dance music, or Zhao Chuan's rock and roll and Adele's classics. I still remember my favorite, that is, the moon represents my heart. I happen to be learning guitar. Every time I learn a new song, I record it and send it to him. He will learn that song and sing it to me. He never knew that I would record every time I called. I recorded the songs he sang and the words he loved me. "Ann, in fact, you don't have to bother to record it. I can be your mobile karaoke station in the future. If you want to listen, I can sing it to you at any time. "

This incompetent mobile song-ordering station will not need maintenance until three years later, so on our fourth anniversary, I carved all the audio I recorded on a CD and gave it to him. At that time, we haven't called for a long time, and he hasn't sung to me for a long time. This is the second time we have quarreled. He probably didn't tell his parents about us. At the age of 28, he was arranged for the first blind date, the second blind date and the third blind date. I bumped into the third blind date. "Uncle, have you eaten?" "I'm sorry, he went to the bathroom. I'll ask him to call you back later. " This is not the familiar gentle voice, but an elegant and mature girl, which I don't have. Later, I just tentatively asked him who that girl was, and all I got was silence. After silence, he calmly admitted that he had gone on a blind date. "What about me? You went on a blind date, what should I do? " "Ann, I'm sorry. Please give me some time. Sorry. "

I'm not surprised at his honesty. He always carries his mobile phone with him, and has announced to me that he can give other girls a chance to "answer the phone" at will. So we had a cold war for half a year, and the communication for half a year ended overnight. Good morning and good evening. I really think of myself as single dog. I remember the first time we quarreled, it wasn't the cold war, it was fierce. I forgot what the reason was. Maybe he is playing games with some girls in another post bar. I only remember the result clearly: I went to Shanghai by train all night. As soon as I got to the downstairs of their company, I slapped him, making a noise like a haggling bitch in the market. Finally, I was imprisoned in his arms for a while, kissed him, and never quarreled again.

Three days before his birthday, I sent the CD. I struggled for a long time and wrote "Uncle, I wish you happiness". "Ann, do you believe me?" Before I could answer, he went on to say, "I said I would be your mobile karaoke station all my life, so I won't break my word." I will take you back to my home when you graduate from college, believe me. "

Whether possessed by ghosts or still obsessed with his love, we made up.

Since then, this mobile song ordering platform has been used by me for six years.

The warmest thing about Wu Chenxuan is that he can reply to my message every time, even if he just sees a funny Weibo picking him up casually, and he has persisted for many years. You know, many things are just impulsive or convenient to do once or twice. It's really warm to do it for three or five years. "Human pupa" said: There is telepathy between people who love each other, so I am very moved for whatever reason. He always said he was the second robot.

Yes, the service life of this second robot is only six years.

In fact, at the beginning, I always thought that Wu Chenxuan was a liar, either a pyramid scheme or a black market organ dealer. I am so insecure that I always feel that society is full of dark sides. Like persecution paranoia, I generally think that people around me will be hostile to others, and I dare not and don't want to trust anyone. Until the first time I met him-it was my eighteenth birthday, and he came to accompany me on my birthday-he didn't tell me in advance, but called me when I found my dormitory downstairs at the address I gave. He is wearing a black velvet shirt, dark blue jeans, a man with long hair and a red rose in his hand. The petals just reflected the early spring sunshine on his cheek. I don't know whether roses reflect crimson or crimson at noon. What comes out of his eyes is the maturity that college boys don't have It is the maturity depicted in that life that attracts me among the students who come and go.

I took the flowers in his hand, held his hand, and walked out of the school gate with the envious and surprised eyes of my classmates. This bunch of flowers is a joke when we first got together: "Uncle, when will you come to see me?" "See you then." "That when you come to buy me a bunch of flowers, ok? So I can recognize you at a glance. " It was just a joke for a girl's vanity, but he took it seriously.

A man who used to be a slut can change sex for you, which is more proud of girls than conquering a man with zero experience. So he always makes me believe him. You see, this is simply a master of picking up girls. In the six years of being together, I only shed tears for him three times, quarreled twice respectively, and finally broke up with us. The rest of the day, I was talking to me, although I kept reminding myself that it was all lip service-yes, there is no girl who doesn't like sweet words.

10 is the time to fill in the volunteers. We all agree that after going to Shanghai for three years as a graduate student, I will be on the right track with him. However, it was not until the second interview in the second year that he found that I had not booked a plane ticket to Shanghai, but quietly went to Beijing.

"Ann, is that you ... don't fill in Shanghai?"

"Uncle, I'm sorry."

I am not a person who is full of positive energy and always wants to struggle. Like most girls, I don't have any lofty aspirations. I don't want to marry a rich man and live a leisurely and comfortable life. I know Wu Chenxuan meets such conditions, and I believe he can do it. However, I am so insecure that I can only give myself this sense of security. So I'm facing a fork in the road between Shanghai and Beijing, and I still choose a brighter one-going to Beijing.

In fact, volunteering is a matter of moving the mouse. He didn't see my hesitation and hesitation, and I didn't have time to tell him that he had penetrated into my soul and became my weakness. I didn't give an unnecessary explanation. In fact, even though it has been several months since I made such a choice, I still don't understand my own thoughts. He insisted that his balance in my heart was insignificant, so I accidentally said the sentence "Happy breakup". I understand that we broke up peacefully. I don't know what I was thinking or what I will do in the future.

Walking dead usually accidentally dig out a book of Shu Ting's poems from the shelf. I don't know when it was bookmarked, but when I opened my finger, it pointed at the oak tree:

If I love you-I will never show off on your high branches like climbing Campbell;

If I love you-I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round;

It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.

Even sunshine, even spring rain. No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree.

Roots, close to the ground; Leaves, touching in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us.

You have your copper branches and iron shafts, like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a heroic torch.

We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.

Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life.

This is great love, and this is loyalty: not only love your stalwart body, but also love your stand and the land under your feet.

I finished reading this poem word for word, only to remember that I inserted this bookmark a few days before I filled in my volunteer. The reason why I gave up going to Shanghai is precisely because of this sentence-I must be a kapok beside you and stand with you in the image of a tree. The reason why I gave up going to Shanghai is that I hope I can try my best to choose a better place. I don't want to be just Wu Chenxuan's one-track mind. I hope I can fall in love with him on an equal footing. I have told him this truth many times, but the social experience that has been ahead of me for many years has made him lose his fighting spirit. He often tells me that it is good that we can live a good life, and there is no need to work so hard. But I don't believe it. I have always wanted to work harder on my own with that indomitable spirit.

"An An, I like you so much. I like everyone: you who are spoiled and unreasonable, you who are gentle and shy, you who carefully record your life, and you who are always full of energy and do whatever you want, but I didn't expect that this is the one who moved me the most, pushing me further and further."

After falling in love, I finally moved towards a more suitable road for myself, and I will definitely become a better self. Uncle, I'm glad I loved you, let me pay willingly, and let me find the source of my efforts; I am also glad to be loved by you. Every time you give me care and touch, I will always keep it in my heart and cherish it in my later life.

May you have your copper branches and iron shafts, like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a heroic torch. Even if I can't share the cold wave, storm and thunder with you anymore; I can't enjoy the mist, flowing haze and rainbow with you.

We ended up separated forever, but we didn't live together forever. Goodbye, uncle who is eight years older than me; Goodbye, my mobile song-ordering station; Goodbye, my second robot.