Actually, I don't want to sprinkle "dog food". However, every time you send a message, you leave a message in the background, asking me to write "How to get a talented little brother" and "Tell me how you and your little brother are getting along" ...

I feel that I don't write, and I'm sorry for your expectation day after day. Everything that follows, I won't carry this pot if I kill you.

The topic has to go back to 20 17, when I was still working overtime in Shanghai to make money. Although the days are very hard, I feel that I am growing and satisfied every day.

I remember coming home on May Day, and my mother urged me to get married. I said, "I'm still young. No hurry. "

When my mother heard me being so perfunctory, she got angry and said directly, "Look, two dog, who grew up with you, is going to be a father soon. You are still a girl, why don't you serve snacks? "

I was angry when I heard that two dog was going to be a father. I asked directly, "Who do you want me to marry?" I don't want to live forever. "

When I was angry, my mother calmed down and comforted me: "When a girl gets married, she would rather find someone who likes herself more than you. You like him, he doesn't like you, and you will be wronged if you get married in the future. "

I know my mother loves me dearly, but I still stubbornly replied, "Why can't I find a two of a kind?"

My mother was speechless by me and said helplessly, "I don't care about you, you can find whatever you like."

After dinner, I lay in bed, the more I thought about it, the more unwilling I became: she couldn't convince me of my future marriage with her own marriage view. If you have never been married, you will always be brainwashed in the future. So, I instinctively thought of fleeing, thinking that I still have a visa for work and vacation.

So, I began to search Weibo for some information about work and vacation, and wanted to see how people who went to work and vacation in the southern hemisphere lived. Do you have any regrets? After spending half an hour in Weibo, I found a blogger with a V, who is working in Australia for a holiday.

Look at his Weibo certification. He is a young writer and has published novels. Later, I have been paying attention to his Weibo, watching what he shared in Australia. Because they are all writers, I feel that this person can be trusted in my heart.

During the summer vacation of 20 17, as the time for the expiration of my visa is getting closer and closer, I am extremely entangled in whether to quit my job and wander. So, personally, I trust Weibo very much and ask him some questions politely, which are nothing more than the feelings about working and vacationing, what regrets and so on. Later, inadvertently, I added WeChat. But there was no contact, just strangers lying on each other's friends list.

02

After coming to Sydney, I still haven't had much contact. I only occasionally see his updated circle of friends. Every time his circle of friends can be very long, I basically have no patience to read it carefully, except that he interviewed a local female writer about writing in Melbourne Youth Travel Service. Later, I learned that this is a chapter in his third book, The Wind in the South Pacific.

Based on the words, I have the impulse to know him. But without the network, it seems that everything is meaningless. In my impression, our first formal WeChat communication was shortly after I came to Sydney. He was traveling around Australia, from the northernmost part to the southernmost part of Australia, and completed the first road trip from north to south. At that time, he asked me, "Do you want to go to Australia together?" Because I was a stranger in a strange place, and I just came to Sydney and was poor, I politely refused.

It was not until the beginning of 20 18 that I had the idea of going to Melbourne, and among the people I know, I only seem to remember that he once lived in Melbourne. So I began to ask him some questions about life in Melbourne. I was in Sydney at that time, and he had returned to China and was waiting for the second signing.

Maybe it's because we all like writing and have the same work and holiday experience, so we will find it quite interesting to talk about it. Later, I will occasionally talk about words, music and working holidays. It was during that time that I realized that he was still an independent musician and was preparing his band's second album in China.

We've known each other for more than a year, and we talk from time to time. The label in my heart is: a young writer who has published two books but is unknown; Independent musicians who have written more than a dozen songs but are not popular; WHV has applied for a second visa, but still wants to wander in the convex and concave areas. (Please ask the client not to hit me when he sees it. )

Before I decided to come to Melbourne, I asked him about renting a house in Melbourne. Every time I ask him some questions, he answers them seriously and quickly. Sometimes, we get together to talk about our work and holiday experiences. He will tell me about the friends he met from all over the world in the Youth Travel Service and the hard years he signed in the Northern Territory.

I believe everyone knows that my days in Sydney are not very happy. I will be anxious, depressed and lonely. But every time he talks to me, his real wife is so humorous, which is simply funny (I searched the chat record and sent him 100 pages of "hahaha"), and some experiences in the convex and concave are also wonderful and funny. For example, when he lived in a youth brigade in the Northern Territory, he was liked by an Indian girl because he could play the guitar, and then he was tricked into a corner by other girls and almost hit a wall. ...

At that time, my experience in convex and concave was very simple, that is, working, writing, reading and watching the sea ... Comparatively speaking, his experience in convex and concave really attracted me. Therefore, every time I listen to his story, I feel fun and yearning. Naturally, we started talking.

Slowly, I feel that he is replying to my message every second; Every time you talk to me, you try your best to make me happy; He teases me jokingly from time to time ... The girl's intuition tells me that he is interested in me. But at that time, I was more rational and restrained about my feelings. When he makes fun of me, I will go back. It was not until April that I found myself really trapped by him. So, I subconsciously chose to keep my distance.

That day, I said to him, "I feel a little unbalanced between us." If you really hit me, that's bad. I think it is better for us to talk less and keep our distance. "

When I expressed the meaning of keeping my distance, he was obviously lost. I have been in a bad mood all day. I also sent a circle of friends and shared a song "You are so stupid, I don't even know if I like you".

How stupid are you to know I like you?

The next night, when I confirmed the rental information in Melbourne, I asked his opinion. He didn't reply in time and his words became serious. I obviously felt this subtle emotional change, so I simply said, "You are busy, don't bother."

After a while, he replied, "You think too much. When I was busy before, as long as you came to see me, I would throw everything at hand and chat with you. "

Faced with such ambiguity, I want to prick it and answer: "... do you like me?" Otherwise I can't understand this sentence. "

Facing my direct question, he replied, "Well … maybe, probably, maybe …"

So, I continued to be overbearing: "What do you mean, maybe ... maybe? I like it if I like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. Don't be ambiguous. "

Then, he immediately replied, "I like it."

Later, I sincerely confided with him and said, "It's true to tease you, and it's also true to like you."

I replied cunningly, "I know. After all, I am not stupid enough not to know that you like me. "

Finally, after asking him three questions that I particularly care about, I left him a domineering word: "I see, you like me." However, you can't ask me if I like you. Everything is fate. When I am sure that I like you, I will tell you on my own initiative. "

It was not until we were together that he told me that that night, he was completely insomnia and was tortured by a girl for the first time in his life.

In fact, you can't hide your love for someone. Even if you cover your mouth, that love will still flow out of your eyes.

03

Later, when I arrived in Melbourne, he picked me up at the airport by car, which was the first time we met. That day, he sent me to my residence and drove me to the shopping center to eat and buy daily necessities.

Although we met for the first time, we still exchanged ideas and "routines" with each other as always. He expressed his love to me in words, and I tactfully refused to go back. Every time we get along, it is like a game. It takes a lot of brains, but it's fun.

On my first day in Melbourne, he gave me an autographed book, which was his first book published in university, including short stories, essays and poems. From his books, I gradually got to know him.

Later, when he is free, he will take me out to play, go to the top floor of the Youth Travel Service to watch the night view of the whole cat book, go to the seaside to watch the sunset and watch the little penguins after sunset ... When the weather is good, he will also drive me to road trip for a short trip, listen to music and watch the flocks of cattle, sheep and horses on the road, with the sea on the left and the grassland on the right. He will also play and sing his songs for me in the park with his guitar on his back.

So, on his birthday, he played a song "You belong to me" for me, and I became his girlfriend.

I am a rational person, so when he sees children playing trampoline in the park, he will pull me over to play together and let me find my lost innocence.

I like listening to songs while writing, so he will share a song with me before going to bed every night and tell me the story behind the song, and then set up a special song list for me in the shrimp.

I said at the beginning of the year that I really wanted to learn a musical instrument this year, so he gave me a lesson every week and taught me to play the guitar. He said, "Of the eight musical instruments he knows, he taught me at least four."

I have never been to a concert, so he will take me to see the live band Menglong. When he learned that Bob Dylan was going to give a concert in Melbourne, he immediately booked a front row ticket.

In fact, many times, I have been discouraged. I don't think it's possible to meet anyone from two of a kind in my life. Maybe, in the end, I should marry someone who loves me more, as my mother said, and then get married and have children.

However, when I met him, I really believed that there really would be that kind of two of a kind, pure and beautiful.

I once asked myself, "Why do I like him? Do you admire his writing and musical talents? Or is it because he was a schoolmaster? Or is it because he is good-looking and humorous, and he is good to me without reservation? "

Later, I will find that it is not because of these. I like him. I have no fan worship and no will in the eyes of others. Feeling, meeting him, everything is just right. It's a close feeling, even if you are good, I'm not bad. Because we met, we all became better, and because of each other, our lives became richer.

We are all liberal arts students, and we all like writing. He studied economics in college and I studied Chinese. But the interesting thing about life is: later, he became a person who pursued literature more purely than I did; Later, I became a more practical person in marketing and operation than him. Therefore, when we are together, we have a lot to say, and we will understand each other and make fun of each other.

I met a boy who was very kind to me before, but I always wanted to get married before I met him.

Finally, let's end with a lyric from the song he wrote to me:

I am a solo, thanks for reading ~