"Your meal, guest."
"Okay, thank you."
Shen Zhenzhen walked to the corner with the dinner plate, and there was another person sitting there, wearing a business suit, looking like a embarrassed social animal.
She shook her head and sat down to eat with her back to him.
"...I know. Hey, I happened to be in Shanghai on a business trip. I just wanted to take a look and check in. I also know it's quite pretentious."
The man slurred his voice message while stuffing his food.
Shen Zhenzhen listened with no mood. She was not interested in gossiping about other people's privacy. She was just a little lonely and wanted to have more people around her to talk and be "popular".
"Hey, okay, okay Mr. Wang. I sent my file to your email half an hour ago, um, yes, yes."
After the man sent the message, he answered the phone.
Shen Zhenzhen smiled silently and helplessly.
She heard the man sigh after hanging up the call. It was very similar to her previous sigh, and even the two seconds of prolonged ending were almost the same.
"Why don't you let me watch the sixth round tomorrow night..."
The man muttered in a low voice, then seemed to remember something, and let out a dull "tsk", "I can't make up for it, I have to have a meeting."
Shen Zhenzhen just listened to him mumbling and sighing, feeling sad and wanting to laugh at the same time.
"That's great, it's still on air. Oh, that's the last bit of comfort..."
The man seemed to have clicked on a live broadcast room. Shen Zhenzhen originally thought she was the kind of female anchor who was just playing around with things - in her opinion, many men liked to watch this - but she heard a burst of ethereal and melodious singing.
Uh, did this guy not realize that his Bluetooth headset was not connected? The sound leaked so much that I heard it.
Shen Zhenzhen's expression was a little strange.
But I don’t know which live broadcast the man clicked on. This long string of wordless singing was very comfortable to listen to. It was like a wisp of breeze and a gentle hand. Shen Zhenzhen’s tense shoulders and neck gradually relaxed. Come down.
This guy has pretty good taste...
She commented in her mind, a little hesitant to turn around and ask which live broadcast room it was.
Forget it, this slovenly look is so ugly that you don’t want to see anyone.
Shen Zhenzhen, who turned halfway, turned back silently, "listening to music" while lowering her head and taking a small bite of bread.
She usually has a tight work schedule, and she has long been trained to eat quickly, but now she couldn't help but slow down her swallowing frequency and chew slowly amid the soft and soothing music.
In a corner of the coffee shop, a man and a woman sat facing each other while listening to music.
Shen Zhenzhen had finished the meal she ordered without realizing it, but she didn't want to get up for the moment. I don’t know whether I don’t want to ruin the quiet and gentle atmosphere now, or I am nostalgic for this rare singing voice that can really soothe my nerves.
She held her chin up, closed her eyes, and her mood became unusually quiet.
Such moments of quietly thinking about life are rare for Shen Zhenzhen.
Her thoughts suddenly drifted far away, thinking of some people, some things, and even recalled a few years ago when she and she were interns at the same time, working together as assistants to other makeup artists, and helping each other bring breakfast every day. of nancy.
The sound of splashing water brought back Shen Zhenzhen's mind.
Who turned on the shower head?
She was in a trance subconsciously.
Immediately afterwards, a gentle, slow, and slightly lazy male voice sounded:
“Looking back, I realize that I have never lived a passionate life.
"Because I have no dreams, the only thing that wakes me up every day is the alarm clock."
Shen Zhenzhen and the man behind her were startled at the same time.
So true...this is my life.
No dreams, no direction, no hobbies, nothing to devote myself to.
So ordinary, so ordinary, like a lake that has never had ripples.
“When I’m lazy or in a bad mood, I don’t even wash my hair.
"Anyway, even if you dress up carefully, no one can understand it."
Shen Zhenzhen froze unconsciously, feeling like an arrow had been hit in her knee.
She was so ashamed that she wanted to bury her head, but she also wanted to listen to the song. In the end, she had to lower her face and prick up her ears.
"While walking on the road, a group of school uniforms jumped past me.
“I can’t remember whether I was lively and active at that age.
“It seems that when I was younger, there were indeed more sunny days and smiles than now.
"It doesn't matter, I have what they have."
Although she was back to back with the man, Shen Zhenzhen somehow knew that he had lowered his eyes.
Maybe it's because she is the same.
When these lines were first sung, Shen Zhenzhen was still helpless. Yes, she was already twenty-nine, and she would be thirty in half a year.
How strange it is that once a person's age begins with "three", it seems to have nothing to do with youth.
Student days...sounds so far away.
How many years ago was it when you last wore school uniform?
At that time, I seemed to be much more lively than I am now.
She was sighing in her heart, but she was stunned by the last line.
"What they have, I have too"... Huh? It seems so.
Yes, I've had it all, why am I still here regretting or lamenting? I...I’m not at a loss?
“The people lining up in front of the breakfast shop had the same indifferent expressions as me.
"Perhaps a tiring day was just beginning for him, or it was finally over."
Just when she felt relieved, Shen Zhenzhen was immediately blown away by the next song.
She even heard the man choke. It seemed that he couldn't stand such a spicy and straightforward yet delicate and plain description.
The cold-faced person outside the breakfast shop is not actually being cold-faced to anyone on purpose.
It's just that they are too tired, or they have just finished working all night, or they can't get excited when they think about going to work today, and they have no more energy to show unnecessary expressions.
“It seems like it’s been a few years now, and I’m glad I’m finally no longer forced to eat breakfast.
"When will you learn to take care of yourself?"
well……
Shen Zhenzhen smiled bitterly.
She is very lazy and really doesn't like breakfast.
But after I started working, I gradually realized that if I don’t eat in the morning, I really can’t survive the whole day, and my body will become more and more exhausted.
No matter how willful your habits are, they will be smoothed and corrected by reality without explanation.
Such is life.
“Looking back, I realize that I have never lived a passionate life.
“Because I have no dreams, the only thing that wakes me up every day is the alarm clock.
“Today I am still as lazy as ever, so I didn’t wash my hair.
"No one found out. I'm a little lucky and a little disappointed."
It is a repetitive chorus. The mellow and soft voice is blended with the slightly brisk but not heavy accompaniment, which evokes the memories and emotions of many adults and narrates their melancholy and sorrow.
“Staying up until lunch break, hanging out in groups, wondering if they were friends.
"Sitting in silence, I know them. We only contact them at noon every day."
Damn it...
Shen Zhenzhen closed her eyes.
So damn true.
Colleagues who only meet for dinner and chat during lunch breaks, plastic sisters who chat about industry gossip and beauty brands, it seems that everyone is familiar with everyone, but when I think about it carefully, it seems that I don’t understand them at all, and they don’t understand them at all. Don't understand me.
Where are my friends? Where are they?
Unconsciously, my friends became fewer and fewer, or even none at all.
"The strange thing is that the number of people lying in the address book is increasing every day.
"Most people may not know what my name is."
A wry smile came from behind, containing helplessness and self-mockery.
Shen Zhenzhen nodded empathetically.
She has been in the fashion industry for so many years and has some connections, but few people really know her name is Shen Zhenzhen, and even more people can't tell whether her name is Julie or Jessica.
“After get off work, I always miss the sunset, but luckily I didn’t miss the last bus.
"Student-looking men and women were rubbing their hair against the car window.
"It seems that there was once such a person who made you want to say anything to him or her.
"After so many years, you have long forgotten what you said."
Shen Zhenzhen looked at the dinner plate blankly, her eyebrows bitter.
She was not thinking of her lover, but of her married roommate.
They were really, really good friends during the four years of college. They would get together no matter what they did. You would pick out clothes for me and I would try on makeup for you. They would laugh and chat about this and that, and they would talk about all kinds of useless topics. But extremely happy.
Yeah, what did we say?
I already... don't remember it all.
“Looking back, I realize that I have never lived a passionate life.
“Because I have no dreams, the only thing that wakes me up every day is the alarm clock.
“Today I am still as lazy as ever, so I didn’t wash my hair.
"No one found out. I'm a little lucky and a little disappointed."
It only took a moment to realize that "I am just an ordinary person."
Only then did Shen Zhenzhen realize that she had folded her arms at some point. Even though the air conditioning in the cafe was not that strong, her body spontaneously wanted to hug her.
“We have walked through many places without leaving anything behind, and we are still walking.
"It's different from what you and I imagined. It turns out this is life."
well. It's life.
But that’s not life.
Shen Zhenzhen's eyes flickered, feeling sour and sad, but she couldn't find anyone to share her feelings with.
She flipped through the Feixun message list and saw the profile picture of her college roommate again.
"..."
How come we haven’t been in contact with a close friend that we used to talk to about everything for a year?
She couldn't remember to chat with me, and neither did I. Why didn't she click on the chat box?
Ah - yes. Because I was too busy at work, I couldn't remember to switch between Feixun accounts. They were all put on the same account. There were so many new messages popping up every day, and the chat bar with her was pushed to the bottom little by little, and then it disappeared. Can't remember it anymore.
In the end, I only found out about the news that she was married by looking at Moments.
If so, what should I say to her now?
Shen Zhenzhen clicked on the virtual keyboard, but stopped again.
She realized that they were so far apart and living completely different lives that she couldn't even find an intimate and natural conversation starter. She could only think of "How are you doing lately?" and "How has this year been?" ?” This kind of unfamiliar and polite greeting.
"My dear friend, I forgive you for not being with me until the end."
The gentle voice that contained a hint of sadness, helplessness, and relief continued.
"My dear friend, please forgive me for not being able to accompany you to the end."
Shen Zhenzhen's tears fell.
