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Volume 1 Text ¡¾010¡¿Dream Reality

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    I had a dream.  In the dream, a girl who smelled very good called me affectionately, pulling my shoulders with both hands, crying and begging me not to leave, even though I never thought about leaving.  I opened my eyes and found that my dream had come true. Sure enough, there was a girl beside me patting my shoulder. Her voice was very gentle, but the dialogue was slightly different from that in the dream. She said: "Sir, it's time for you to get off the plane." Next  Something completely different from my dream happened. Not only did the stewardess not ask me not to leave, she turned around and walked away from me.  I rubbed my eyes and wanted to slap myself a few times when I woke up.  Originally, my original plan was to find an opportunity to review the past and look forward to the future with Ji Jing during the flight, and talk about life and ideals. Unexpectedly, I fell asleep as soon as the plane took off.  This was not the first time a similar situation had happened, and I was puzzled. Why do I never have a long memory in this regard?  When I was in my twenties, I once slept in the same bed with a woman who was neither my girlfriend nor an ordinary female friend. We chatted for a long time and fell asleep while chatting.  Later, she stopped dealing with me very much. I can completely understand her mood. At that time, I must have been an old joke in her eyes: Once upon a time, a man and a woman were lying on the same bed. The woman said, "You must dare to do something."  You are just a beast, and the man did nothing. The next day, the woman slapped the man's ear, and then said that she didn't expect you to be worse than a beast.  After reading the above story, some people may think that I am very naive and one of the kind of single-cell youth who can snore while lying down.  In fact, if I remember correctly, I often tossed and turned and couldn't sleep when there was no woman around.  Human beings are really mean animals.  Unlike before, this time I fell asleep for a certain objective reason.  I played all night last night, and I was still very excited until the morning, so I simply stopped sleeping. When I wanted to sleep at noon, my friend Roger called and said that there was an urgent matter and that I had to go today.  meet him.  After booking my flight ticket online, I took a bus from Shigatse to Lhasa and then transferred to the airport. I had never thought about going to Chengdu today. Roger completely disrupted my travel plan.  From the perspective of hindsight, this phone call pushed the wheels of history in a nourishing direction. Without Roger¡¯s phone call, I would not have met Ji Jing.  The topic returned to Ji Jing, and my heart was in full bloom.  Ji Jing was looking at me at the boarding gate, with a little affection in her eyes.  Neither she nor I spoke, and we were in a delicate atmosphere.  When I got off the plane, I rejected her status as a stewardess for the first time. At that moment, I was thinking how great it would be if she were a passenger, so that she could walk with me hand in hand.  It's a pity that she happens to be the flight attendant on this plane. She needs to stick to her professional ethics and I have to go on alone.  I walked to the waiting room, wanting to see her again.  In fact, I had no idea whether she would appear in the waiting room. I just naively believed that I would see her again, and that such a meeting would give her an unexpected surprise.  "The truth is that I didn't give her a surprise, but she gave me a big surprise.  After a quarter of an hour, I felt like a fool for making myself uncomfortable.  Twenty meters away from me, there was a man in his thirties, holding a little girl of two or three years old.  After a while, Ji Jing walked over, she picked up the little girl, and the three of them drifted away.  My mind suddenly split into two parts.  Part of it is a fragment of the beautiful picture a second ago, which is a dream.  Part of it is a fragment of the cruel scene one second later. This is reality.  Until Ji Jing left my sight, the fictional dream was shattered, and I returned to reality.  It¡¯s right to think about it, I don¡¯t know what she has been doing in the past ten years, and she doesn¡¯t know what I have been doing in the past ten years.  I don¡¯t know what kind of person she is now, and she also doesn¡¯t know who I am now.  Merely relying on memories of junior high school from more than ten years ago has no reference value.  I am an idealist, which is a nice way of saying it. In fact, there is not much difference between idealism and idealism.  For example, I obviously took things for granted before.  I felt so ridiculous that I expected her to remain single and wait for me silently for many years.  What I learned from this incident is: Eye contact is indeed unreliable.  The reunion between me and her took two hours to weave a dream.  It took another two minutes for the real reality to teach me a lesson.  I¡¯m not sad. At my age, there are some problems that I have to face.   Since I am already the father of one child, why can't she be the mother of another?  This is what I have to face at my age.  Since about three years ago, I have been used to facing this type of problem.  I spent ten minutes adjusting myself, and I felt that I had no regrets. She and I not only had the past, but also the end.  If I were to make a sentence, an example sentence would be as follows: Today I met Ji Jing, the girl at the desk in front of me in junior high school, and then I took the same flight back to Chengdu with her. Finally, I found out that she was married and had a daughter You see  , there really is no story in the world that can¡¯t be told in three sentences.  Finally, I would like to express my best wishes to her, but if I say something like "Have a good journey and wish you happiness", I will feel very hypocritical.  After thinking about it, I decided to use a literary method to end the story between me and her, so let's sing a song: "Are you okay in a foreign country? Do you still think of the boy who kicked your anus?"  "
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