The story begins with a text message a few years ago.

Break up, this is from my girlfriend. Let's split it up. I'm too lazy to reply. The bushes on the roadside are much taller than when I entered the school. Looking at the young lovers holding hands behind the bushes, my youth is over.

These three words are the catchphrase of my girlfriend during the quarrel. I have heard it too many times, but I don’t feel it. This time is different. What she said is concise and to the point, without nonsense.

Graduation season, defense, finding a job, which city to go to, which person to find, and which person to forget are all very real problems. In the end, her mother stopped her, and I was ordered by my father. I have to go home to work, and she and I are really done.

Campus romance is like this. No matter how exciting the previous script is, no matter how the two protagonists get into the play, the moment they leave the master's school and go out alone, they find that the martial arts is so bad that they can't hold hands.

My girlfriend and I are ordinary young people, and our relationship is an ordinary relationship. We cannot have a shocking elopement. There is nothing to regret about this ending.

On the bus back to school from the internship unit, I still replied to her message, 88. You see, couples have said too many lies and empty words, and they only keep their words when they break up.

Turn off the phone, close your eyes, and start clearing the memory. Don’t ask me why I don’t use WeChat. In those days, the phone was called Nokia, which was equivalent to today’s Apple.

In the school, everyone was busy breaking up, and the atmosphere was not right. Only the kid from Shenyang who shared the same bed had a playful smile on his face. I almost forgot, he belongs to Shen He and his girlfriend Huang Gu. He has been researching the wedding room recently and is in a good mood.

There was no WeChat group at that time, only the dormitory circle. When parting was approaching, such a small circle became cold. Everyone had their own thoughts and lay with their eyes open. I turned on my phone to see if I could receive a message from my girlfriend, no, my ex-girlfriend. Needless to say, I was really excited when I heard the beep sound.

Have you changed your mind? Or has your mother changed her mind?

But it was a text message from an unknown number: Did you receive your wallet?

Well, the story really begins with this text message, and the previous one is just a foreshadowing.

It was obviously sent to the wrong person, and it is the same routine as whether the money was received.

I received it, it looks great. I'm not in the mood to play with scammers, so I'm just passing the talk.

When I woke up the next day, I saw a new text message: I was relieved to receive it. I smiled and got up to correct my paper.

At noon, the lower bunk handed me a package, and I realized something was wrong. I opened it and found a black men's wallet. The lower bunk checked the goods and said, "Gucci, licensed."

The lower bunk and I looked through the package together. The address was mine, the mobile phone number was mine, and the name was written correctly. Well, is this a breakup fee from God?

To avoid getting into trouble, I replied to the text message. Did you send it to the wrong one? I didn't receive a reply throughout the day, thinking that the matter was over. If the other party didn't reply, I could only say, you're welcome.

Just before going to bed, the text message came: Yesterday, I said I received it, so why did I deny it so quickly? Do you want me to deliver it to your door?

You'd better deliver it to your door. I was curious. After breakfast the next day, I dialed the unfamiliar number.

It's a girl's voice.

I began to explain, girl, I don’t know you. It is risky for a woman to accept bribes from men, let alone bribe strangers?

The girl said, I don’t know you either, but you have done good things, and this is your reward.

What good things have I done? Do I look like a model? The only good thing I did was not sleeping with my ex-girlfriend. I felt sorry for myself and let her go without worrying about it. I also took the train to evade fares to reduce the burden on my family, but I was caught and paid more to the police. Burdened.

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn’t think of any highlights in my life. I asked directly, tell me, what did I do to you?

You helped me, thank you. Hang up.

Damn, it’s crazy, but to be honest, the girl’s voice is quite sweet.

On the third day, I continued to call her to explain, but she continued to lie; on the fourth day, I defended myself, but I was not available; on the fifth day, she was a little overwhelmed and said, how about meeting in person to thank me? At that moment, I realized that she was in the same city as me, in another school, she was also a senior, and she was also defending yesterday.

If I had not fallen out of love, I would not date a strange girl alone for fear of being beaten; after a breakup, I might not meet a girl because it is not a date and I am not in the mood.

I asked this girl out purely out of curiosity. If a stranger of the opposite sex gives you a wallet, do you need to find a reason to accept it?

To be precise, she and I met after graduation. She is now sitting opposite me in the coffee shop. She was wearing a light blue striped T-shirt, white jeans, a smooth ponytail, her hair had no split ends, and her eyes were bright. How to say it? She looks a bit like the first love in a youth drama, the kind of public first love, clean, elegant and similar to the impression of her ex-girlfriend when she first met her in freshman year. Things have changed and people have changed. At this moment, I don’t recognize the girl sitting with me.

If you go out alone to meet a strange man, will your boyfriend be relieved? From the first glance, I was off topic.

Why do you ask? I don’t have a boyfriend, so I don’t worry about you.

This is what I want to ask, why do you trust me? And give me a wallet? Although I'm more curious, she doesn't have a boyfriend.

Last week, I lost my handbag. Money doesn’t matter, but the documents and important information inside matter whether I can graduate and go abroad. A girl handed her bag to the police station, and the police checked her identity information and contacted me. The girl only left her mobile phone number at the police station but refused to leave her name. Finally, she said that her brother had picked it up and asked her to take it to the police station. I called your sister and found out it was you. I gave you the wallet as a thank you, but your sister didn't agree at first, but then she didn't say anything else and left your address.

Well, that’s it. My sister did come last week. She was going to travel abroad and stopped by to see me, but she didn’t tell me about it. It’s her character to do good deeds without leaving her name. , definitely not me. Of course, I only thought about these words in my heart and did not expose them. I didn’t want to embarrass each other.

You deserve it, I will return your wallet to you.

I don’t want it, I don’t want to thank you, I feel guilty.

Give it back to you, I didn’t do anything good. This is the truth.

Don’t.

The coffee was not finished, so I pushed it back and forth with her for a wallet.

In the end, she couldn't stand it anymore, got tired, put away her wallet, and left, but she left her QQ number before leaving.

Her QQ name is Qinghuan. After passing the verification, she received a message from her: If you don’t accept the wallet, can I make some other compensation? I don't want to owe anyone anything.

Aren’t you afraid that I might have inappropriate thoughts? I asked tentatively.

You are a good classmate who has made a fortune and has passed your verification. A smile, a pun.

Well, I do need help. I just broke up with my girlfriend, and my family doesn’t know yet. They have always wanted to see what my girlfriend looks like. How about you pretend to be my girlfriend and go to my house to deal with my parents? I will bear the expenses during the period. As for the future, you don’t have to worry about it. If you are worried about me taking advantage of the opportunity, you don’t have to agree.

I said this because I wanted to scare her away and make her feel better. Otherwise, I would be a liar and feel bad about myself.

She is offline. It seems that the simple and crude threat has taken effect.

Unexpectedly, I received a text message from her the next day: I thought about it all night and agreed to you. After all, you passed the verification.

I am embarrassed to take credit from my sister, but the lies become truer and truer. I don’t know what will happen if I take her home. My ex-girlfriend has never received this kind of treatment.

In the end, I bravely packed my luggage and took her home. She even helped me carry the bag.

A few years later, there was an industry of hiring couples to deceive their parents, but I assure you that Qinghuan is free, voluntary, and falls from the sky. The key is, she has no idea that I am deceiving everyone.

Her parents were quite satisfied with her and treated her as a prospective daughter-in-law. She reluctantly used my girlfriend's name, which often made me have the illusion. How perfect would it be if they were the same person?

Her self-cultivation reflects her good upbringing. During our private interactions, I learned that her father is a university professor and her mother is a civil servant. It was precisely because of her strict upbringing that she refused many pursuits during her studies. Or, because she wants to go abroad after graduation.

The past few days of coming to my house was the first lie she told to my family. In the name of traveling, she felt she owed me if she didn't tell this lie.

Only I know that I owe her, she was deceived by me.

At night, she sent me a text message in another room: Your family is very good, why did you and your girlfriend break up?

No fate. When you face similar questions and still can't find a reasonable explanation, please use these three words, they are omnipotent.

Well, then your girlfriend is not as good as me. She has never even met your family.

I was speechless for a while, but after a few days of contact, I admitted that I was a beauty-controller and was a little attracted to her. Her reminder made me stop my evil thoughts. After all, I had just fallen out of love and I couldn't show my preference for the new and dislike the old.

Let me emphasize again, my temporary girlfriend is also a fake girlfriend. Her online name is Qing Huan. She is a new acquaintance. Because of a purse scandal, or a misunderstanding, she got on my pirate ship. It's not what I want to set a trap for her. I'll do it when I'm wrong. I have no choice but to do it. But I must shamelessly admit that if she were ugly, I would not be able to take her home. Men have such virtues.

She is really beautiful.

Not only was I unethical, but I also played tricks. On the sixth day after Qing Huan came home, I took her to a scenic spot in the countryside. It was said to be a playdate, but in fact it was to escape the heat. There is a farmhouse in the scenic area with a swimming pool. The water is very clean and not deep. It costs 50 yuan per person and you can take a dip as long as you like.

That’s what I thought. I wanted to take advantage of swimming to get up close and personal with her, because I could guess that a girl with a very strict upbringing might not have learned to swim. Please don't think that I want to take the opportunity to touch her. Even if I touch her, I am still a hero saving the beauty. Can I just watch her choke on the water?

But Qing Huan didn't get into the water at all. She was still wrapped tightly, sitting on the rocking chair by the pool, looking at me quietly, with mixed feelings in her eyes. I felt guilty and bored while soaking in the water, and I always felt like she saw through my thoughts, so I simply swam back and forth a few times and climbed up.

I sat down on the edge of the chair, and she took the white bath towel that was always available by the pool and draped it on me.

At that moment, I was a little confused, a little intoxicated, and had the illusion that being a man was really good, and I even had a flash of the thought of everlasting life.

I really can’t stand a big boy wearing only swimming trunks and being so close to me. It’s so awkward. Her words were like water in a swimming pool, cooling me down.

Why don't you go into the water? If you don’t know how to swim, can I teach you?

Do I have to wear a swimsuit when going into the water? I haven't even worn a skirt that doesn't go past my knees in front of people, it's so embarrassing.

She is really an antique girl. The more she behaves like this, the more I like her, but I still say, look, there are so many people, but you are the only one who is dressed seriously, and everyone looks at you like you are looking at the scenery. , is it more embarrassing?

On this occasion, she also realized this problem, grabbed my hand, pulled me up, and said, let's change places and let's go. This is the first time she and I hold hands.

In the private room of the farmhouse, she poured herself a glass of wine, which was quite surprising. I originally ordered the drink for myself.

My first time drinking alcohol. Her tone was a little bleak.

In this kind of atmosphere, the authority of expression needs to be given to people who pour and drink by themselves. Anyone who takes the initiative to drink wine has a story, I think.

Am I a very boring person? She took a sip and frowned for a long time. After she calmed down, she asked me with a hint of blush on her face.

No, what boring girl dares to pretend to be someone else’s girlfriend and go home with someone else?

Coming to your house is the most outrageous thing I have ever done in my life. In fact, I am very conflicted about pretending to be your girlfriend and dealing with your parents. This is deception after all. I promised you at first not just to repay you for your help to me. My family was really too strict with me. They never let me do anything inappropriate, and they didn’t allow me to fall in love before graduation. When I was in school, I was envious when I watched others fall in love, but I didn’t dare to do it myself. Thinking about going abroad soon, my youth was completely blank, so when you invited me to your home, I decided to give myself a vacation and experience the feeling of being someone else's girlfriend, even if it was just acting.

After a moment of pause, she added, if it weren’t for you, I might not have been able to graduate. You are a very nice person, especially after we met at the coffee shop last time. I felt like I had seen you somewhere before. I'm not unfamiliar at all. Is this one of the reasons why I agreed to come to your home?

You must have understood what I am like through the above article, but this is not the point. The point is that I have to continue acting. If I say it wrong, I will have already fallen into the act and cannot extricate myself.

I stared at her, and after holding it in my heart for a long time, I finally said something: So do you think we are in love?

Her face turned redder. I don’t know if it was the effect of alcohol or emotion. Anyway, she paused and then said, I’ve never been in love before, so I don’t know.

She stopped looking at me, stared at the remaining half glass of wine, and fell into a long silence.

I didn’t say anything. Even though my eyes at this moment could not hide my tenderness towards her, I also knew that it would be irresponsible to confess my love to a girl who was about to go abroad. What if she couldn’t bear to refuse?

Is your ex-girlfriend very beautiful and a nice person? She suddenly asked this question, and the moment she raised her eyes, her gaze passed through my body like the wind in summer.

Okay, isn’t it divided? Fortunately, you have never been in love. The success rate of love in college is very low, and they will almost break up in the end.

Why did you break up...I'm sorry, why did I ask again? Her words were hesitant.

Her family does not allow her to come over, and I have to go home. I am a child who listens to my family, just like you. I don't need to keep this kind of thing a secret.

But I always feel that she is a good person. she said again.

When a girl mentions your ex-girlfriend in front of you, you know that at least she has a certain liking for you and is patient with you. But I really don’t have the shame to continue this topic. The person who stole the money is not me, but my sister. She doesn’t know; she is my fake girlfriend. My parents are still full of expectations and don’t know the truth.

The problem is, I just broke up with my girlfriend. She didn’t expect that I could quickly bring home a girl I just met. If my girlfriend knew about it, she would definitely not regret the decision to break up.

I decided to change the subject, so I asked her, are you happy at my house these days?

She smiled and did not reply directly.

At night, I was in my room and received a text message from her from next door:

I really want to let time grow old at this moment.

Also scared,

Time is like this, just like this,

Really getting old,

So old that we have become more and more familiar with each other. The further the distance. ?

I found it online and thought it would be good to share with you.

The next day, Qing Huan made dumplings for me. Although they didn’t look very good, they tasted good. Her parents also praised her, saying that if you can really get through, our whole family will be blessed.

She didn't speak, she just smiled, a little reluctantly and helplessly.

The night before Qing Huan left, we sat on the bank of the river and watched the neon lights on the other side.

I hope that time will freeze at this moment and grow old.

Thank you for pretending to be my girlfriend for half a month. How about staying with me for a few more days? My words are half true and half false.

She was silent for a long time, and finally said softly, you are really nice...I mean, your family makes me feel at ease.

Or you can stay a few more days? I tried again.

No, I will be leaving the country in a few days. After all, I am a fake. It will be really uncomfortable to live here again.

I really couldn’t bear to let her go, so I mustered up the courage I had accumulated for several days and said, I really want you to use your real name!

But she didn't hear this sentence clearly. The fireworks on the other side of the river suddenly burst into the night sky. It was an event celebration organized by a company. At that moment, it was reminiscent of a wedding.

The moment the fireworks went off, I understood that this was God’s will, and my story with her had reached its deadline.

What did you say? she asked.

Thank you for being my temporary girlfriend.

I thought she would smile back as usual, but her eyes suddenly became moist and she turned her head away.

After that day, I never saw Qing Huan again. I sent her messages every day, but she never replied. She must have gone abroad.

At this time, my sister had just returned from traveling abroad. I asked her what happened before, and my sister told me that she had never picked up anyone’s handbag, and she didn’t even know that my girlfriend and I had broken up.

I was shocked.

One day half a month later, I received the wallet again.

After opening it, there was a note inside, with Juanxiu’s handwriting written on it:

In fact, your girlfriend sent the wallet to the police station. She left her mobile phone number. That day I She insisted on thanking me over the phone, but she refused. In the end, she couldn't help but leave me your name and phone number, and told me that you picked it up. If you want to thank me, thank you. When I met you, I learned that you had broken up, and from that moment I felt that she had feelings for you. I can't replace her, but I want to thank you for being my boyfriend for half a month, so that I have no regrets. This wallet is my personal intention and is given to my "boyfriend".

The surface of the wallet has been obviously processed, with an extra line of special watermarks: Open it and you will see my heart.

It turned out that this was a wallet given to me by two girls, one called my ex-girlfriend and the other called my temporary girlfriend. That summer ended in a hurry.

A few years later, some media interviewed Wang Shuo. He said that maybe love is just a sudden glimpse, and his whereabouts are never known.

Someone left a wallet in my world, and I really don’t know where it is, she or she. It’s just that the Nokia back then has been replaced by Apple, and there is no one I miss in my circle of friends.

In the age of WeChat, no one uses text messages anymore.