Finally, I met him. He is thin and smart, but even though he works, he still looks like a student.
July 20001year, graduated from university and just started working in Shanghai. In the background of office-sized dinosaurs, Donna's appearance made my eyes shine. "Who is this sister?" I secretly asked my colleagues, but I didn't expect to get a dirty look immediately. "Sister? People can be your aunt! " I was startled and looked at it carefully. Sure enough, Donna's face is beautiful, but her skin lacks a youthful luster. I asked my colleagues more about her. However, the news surprised me-Donna is the "boss" of the department next door, a horse, older than me 1 1 year. It's really an aunt. It's hopeless!
If I hadn't been transferred to Donna's department later, maybe our stories would never intersect.
Donna takes good care of her colleagues. One day, contrary to her usual gentleness, she rushed out of the big boss's office with a red face. In the afternoon, I learned that the old director of the former department was critically ill in hospital and the child was not in Shanghai. The army plans to send me to a vigil. Donna actually had a big fight with the big boss for this matter: "What if something happens to the old director?" Everyone is puzzled by her behavior. However, I am grateful that someone has stood up for me.
Of course, her argument is invalid. I still want to see it. Before leaving, she stopped me and told me that if something could not be solved, I could call her cell phone, no matter how late it was. In a strange city, someone cares so much about themselves that I suddenly feel that a soft corner in my heart has been touched.
That night, Donna's cell phone didn't ring. However, since then, we have had frequent SMS exchanges. We were surprised to find that they have so much in common: they like to eat barbecue in the same store and listen to the music of the same band. But at the same time, I also learned that she was divorced and had a seven-year-old daughter with her ex-husband.
Although I always tell myself that we are just colleagues, my nervous desire to check SMS every day and my expectation for Donna's phone call are getting stronger and stronger.
That day, I drank some wine and walked on Huaihai Road. Donna's shadow flashed before my eyes. I sent a message to my buddy: I like a divorced woman who is older than me 1 1 year. What should I do? It was a long time before my cell phone rang. I thought my buddy was going to call me "crazy", but it turned out to be Donna's short message: Let's keep our distance from each other in the future!
Send it wrong! At that moment, I was more excited than nervous. That night, I looked for her like crazy. No one answered the phone in the office and residence, and the phone was turned off. The last words she left me were: Please, don't come to me! If you come, I can only hide. Two hours later, I found Donna at a loss in the computer room of my work unit. When she saw me, her panicked expression hurt me deeply. I held her, and no matter how hard she struggled, I let her go. Gradually, she lost her strength. I let her go, stared into her eyes and solemnly announced to her that I would protect her from this second. She cried and my skirt was wet with tears.
Speaking of which, the eyes of the big boy who was smiling just now are a little wet. When he found his gaffe, he smiled shyly again.
A few months later, I moved from the dormitory to Donna's apartment. She takes care of my daily life in an orderly way, and I am no longer a wandering soul in the noisy city.
Like all office romances, Donna is firmly opposed to making our relationship public. In order to accommodate her, I became her secret love. We don't go to work together. I even go back to my dormitory one or two days a week to hide my eyes and ears. The rest of the time I lied about living in a menstruating house. Everything is well hidden according to her request. But I also found her gentle and kind, but sometimes her mood is changeable.
A unit organized a holiday in Lushan, and a colleague and a little girl took a photo of me. As soon as she got home, she was furious: "Go if you like other girls!" The first time I quarreled with her, I suddenly saw her clutching her chest and slowly collapsed to the ground. I was frightened at once, hugged her tightly, and promised again and again that I would take good care of her in my life. I believe that her moodiness is the sequela of that unhappy marriage, and I also believe that I can cure her with my love. I don't know how long it took. When she regained her breath, we both had tears in our eyes.
We haven't quarreled for a long time. She always treats me like a child and always praises me happily as a very sensible child. We are becoming more and more like an "old married couple". However, she always refuses to take another step forward. When it comes to marriage, she always asks me to find another girlfriend with a straight face. After three times, I only felt that she had not got out of the shadow of her last marriage, so I dared not mention it again.
Donna went to Guangzhou on business last month. The night before I left, I went to her house to help her pack, and accidentally found a condom in the trash can in her bedroom. I froze! Surprise, humiliation, anger, sadness, doubt.
She's back. I don't remember how I asked her. She said nothing and shook her head with tears. In the early morning, she told me that she liked me, but she always regarded me as her brother. After that, I left with my luggage, leaving me confused and heartbroken.
After that, it took me a lot of genius to sort out a clue. In my mind, I seem to remember my colleague saying that Donna divorced for a middle-aged man. I heard that she gave up everything for him, including her house and daughter. But somehow, after the divorce, that person had nothing. I think it was him that day. However, I don't understand why Donna has been hiding his existence from me, instead of my traces in the house. Maybe I'm just a substitute for her loneliness, maybe I'm just a weapon to demonstrate to that man, maybe I'm nothing.
To tell the truth, men will mind such a thing. But I really love her. Afterwards, my friend advised me to break up with her, and I couldn't let go. Do I look like a man? Coke's voice is getting lower and lower, and the last sentence is almost for myself.
I didn't pursue her further when she came back from a business trip. However, no one can pretend that it never happened. I moved back to my dormitory from her, but I'm still used to living there for a week or two, not talking about feelings, marriage or anyone else.
In the past two years, I refused many friends' kindness to introduce my girlfriend, and she felt that I was delayed. Recently, she often advised me to find another girlfriend, and even asked my colleagues and friends to help me pay attention to the introduction. She said her life was over, but mine was just beginning. She said that she would take care of me like a brother all her life. Her behavior puzzled me. I don't know whether she loves me or not. I don't know if I can fall in love with anyone else in my life.
When he left, Coke smiled again, as if he had just told someone else's story.