As a writer, novel is one of my skills. I like to capture some inspiration or fragments that move me from real life, and then make up a complete story around these inspiration and fragments. So the stories in my book, although they feel real when read, are actually mostly made up by me. For example, I wrote an article "A 30-year-old woman", in which there is a beautiful and kind Miss Su who is still single at the age of 30. In fact, it is a character image pieced together by two friends I know. In the novel, Miss Su is still obsessed with her first boyfriend five years after breaking up, and can't let others into her life. As a result, when her ex-boyfriend took the initiative to get back together with her after the divorce, she woke up from a dream and chose Lao Wang, who had been pursuing her. Of course, I made up the last few plots. Fiction can naturally show off its ingenuity, but there is no mystery in reality, such as typhoon crossing the border, sweeping away all falsehood.

She is a frequent visitor to Blade Bookstore. According to her, it was the third time that I began to have an impression on her. The first two times were reading, and the third time was the midnight food store. At that time, the midnight food store was still stubbornly open only after 10 pm. She came with a man, reading and drinking coffee on the sofa until ten o'clock. One of them ordered an egg-wrapped rice. I don't remember her or him, but it doesn't matter. The important thing is that I thought they were lovers who had just been together for a long time. At least their words conveyed such a message. At that time, I also said that the name of this dish really matched them.

Then she appeared alone and denied it. She said that they were not lovers, but just ordinary friends who had just met. She shrugged her shoulders and said casually, "Maybe he wanted to sleep with me. I mistakenly thought I slept well."

It is true that a single, enthusiastic and talkative woman in her late thirties will naturally cause some men to change their minds. However, why didn't she deliberately create such an illusion to comfort her life? I thought to myself.

She is probably the best storyteller in the midnight food store at present. There was a table-sitting game at the midnight grocery store. Once, she drew the proposition "Tell me the best moment of my life", and many people finished it in only two minutes. As a result, she spent almost twenty minutes telling the scenes of high school and first love, including the roof, starry sky, snow scene, lights, shy boys and girls, and every picture and every tiny action was vividly told by her.

I thought it was because the scene was so clear in her mind that she could tell such a wonderful story. Facts have proved that she can tell such a wonderful story. During her three trips to the midnight grocery store, she told many stories or fragments with different themes. Later, I found out that her so-called "first love", "ex-boyfriend", "boy who likes me" and "boy who makes my heart beat" all point to the same person.

She admitted: "Yes, this is the same person. I only talked about this kind of love. He is my first love and my only love so far. "

Not only that, she broke up with him on 20 12, and they basically didn't contact again. All she knows is that he has a new relationship and returned to his hometown. For almost five years, she had a brief period of temptation, ambiguity and even happiness, but she never loved anyone again. At this moment, I thought of Miss Su in The Woman Standing at Thirty, and the people who are deeply obsessed with love represented by Miss Su.

I didn't try to persuade her to come out, because for a mature and independent woman, any suggestion is invalid. They have enough courage and ability to experience any story in life and be honest and responsible for their love and life.

Nevertheless, I still believe that she got lost at the moment she received the news.

Last Saturday, the midnight food store opened at 7 o'clock on the first Saturday night, probably because of the rainy weather. Fewer people came than expected. She arrived at seven and sat there until eleven. We talked a lot that night, and it was still her. She said that she received a bunch of unsigned flowers today, and the card said that she wanted to have a good start with her. She said she never guessed who sent it. The reason why she came to the midnight food store today is probably that she was disturbed by this bunch of flowers. Later, I talked about her first love. It seems that I can't escape this role every time. She talked about their innocence on campus, their happy time in Shanghai, and their entanglement and regret when they broke up. She said that when they were not together, he liked the smell of laundry soap on her clothes, so he ran to the supermarket to smell all the laundry soaps and finally found the one she used at home.

I said, this bridge is so wonderful that I will use it when I write novels in the future.

She said, well, remember that the hero's name should be Ningnan (here is a pseudonym).

That night, it was already midnight after the grocery store closed. As soon as I got home, I received a screenshot of WeChat from her, which was a WeChat chat record. The person who sent her a message was called Ningnan.

The man said, "Let's talk and get married."

They hadn't talked for several years before, and this conversation didn't exceed ten sentences, so he proposed to get married.

At that moment, my mood may be even more exciting than her: because the plot I once made up in A Woman of Thirty actually happened almost entirely in my life!

Miss Su in the novel, at the moment when she said that she wanted to start over, found that she had been obsessed with it for a long time. Because she couldn't let go, she woke up like a dream, and finally chose Lao Wang who loved her silently.

In reality, she later told me that it was a pity that there was no Lao Wang.

Yes, there is no Lao Wang. Lao Wang is the perfect figure I made up in my novel. He is rich, beautiful, true and sincere, and has always been good to Miss Su. Unfortunately, in real life, few kings tell us that as long as we dare to say goodbye, we can meet the right person. Therefore, it is unclear whether Ningnan's reappearance is doom or fate, so her choice is not as easy as Miss Su's.

After several rounds of confirmation talks with Ningnan, she said, OK, I promise you.

As expected. I was able to write the exact beginning of the story, but I didn't write the same ending.

Love and hate turn up in the sea of suffering, and they are doomed in the world.

I'm looking forward to seeing them together in the midnight food store one day, but it's a pity that the dish of egg-wrapped rice will fall off the menu of the midnight food store.