Post Date December, 03 2023
Wen Jia's husband is studying in the UK, and she also has a very good job. She works as a human resources manager in a foreign company, responsible for talent recruitment and business training in the company. Her only hope now is to wait for her husband to complete his doctoral studies in the UK and pick her up to go abroad. Therefore, in addition to working, she studies English in her spare time. The arrival of the Spring Festival has long been indifferent to Wenjia. She has spent several years alone, and her mood is far from as exciting as Christmas. She has a strong aversion to ancient traditions.
On the evening of New Year's Eve, her husband talked to Wen Jia for a long time through the Internet in remote England. In the video, Wen Jia saw her husband whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and her eyes were moist. In her husband's words, Wen Jia felt as if he had already had another woman. Because her husband said that even after graduation, she couldn't quickly take Wenjia to England, so she didn't expect too much. As a young woman in her prime of life, it is indeed a difficult task to stay alone in an empty room all day. Now that she hears her husband's potential words, her heart can no longer calm down.
At ordinary times, Wenjia always works hard, and when she is tired, she covers up and sleeps. After videotaping with her husband, Wen Jia's heart seemed to have fallen into a vast abyss. She seemed unable to let go of herself. After opening a bottle of red wine, she drank it all in a few cups. Perhaps it was due to the high concentration of red wine, and an indescribable heat rose in her heart. She looked out of the window, amid the lights of thousands of homes, and there were no past figures on the street. The windows of the house were all illuminated by the bright red rich son, A scene of family joy.
Only the internet cafe diagonally opposite Wenjia's window is still filled with people, as if it were also quiet. Everyone who accesses the internet is still in their own world. Wen Jia couldn't help but wonder why these people don't spend New Year's Eve at home. Are they just as lonely as me, or do they hate the tedious New Year's Eve entertainment.
Wen Jia's own computer notebook is on her desk, but looking at the people in the internet cafe, she suddenly has an idea that she wants to spend a New Year's Eve with those in the internet cafe. She turned off the power, dressed, and went to the internet cafe. People who seriously surf the internet in internet cafes seem not to care about her arrival, and they are all busy in their own world.
For some reason, Wen Jia's computer always crashes. After she reboots several times, it still crashes. She is very angry and feels like she's not doing well. She calls the network administrator to let them see what's going on. If it still does, she's like changing a machine. However, after several calls, the network administrator still didn't come. She was about to stand up, and a boy sitting on her right, who was about twenty years old, gently tugged at the corner of her dress.
"Sister, no need. They may have gone to bed. Let me show you."
Wen Jia smiled and nodded, her angry mood suddenly improved.
"Alright, sister, little problem, take your time!!"
Wenjia still smiled and nodded to him.
Wen Jia likes watching Korean dramas that are currently popular, and she especially likes the love scenes in Korean TV dramas where the male and female protagonists are dying. Every time she watches them, she and the characters in them shed tears together, especially when she sees the scenes of men and women hugging each other. Wen Jia fantasizes that one day when her father-in-law comes back, she holds herself tightly in her arms, looks at herself tenderly, and then gives herself a long kiss, But now it's all unimaginable.
A tear really flowed out of Wen Jia's eyes. On this New Year's Eve, it must be more than half of Wen Jia's feelings about her husband's language, and the other half of the characters in the play infected herself.
"Sister, here you are, wipe it." The boy handed Wenjia a paper towel.
Wen Jia still smiled and turned aside to look at the boy, who was looking at her with his eyes.
"Sister, be happy for the New Year." The boy comforted Wenjia.
"I don't know why this sentence made Wenjia's tears flow more, and the boy took out a tissue from his jacket pocket.".
"Sister, do you have something on your mind? If you want to be open, take a look. You're the only woman in this internet cafe, be careful."
"Thank you, I'm fine." Wen Jia understood psychologically, her home is just across from the internet cafe, so what are you afraid of.
The bell for the New Year has not yet rung, and the Internet cafe presents a plate of dumplings to congratulate those who surf the Internet on New Year's Eve.
"Sister, don't be sad. I'll accompany you for the New Year."
"Why don't you go home alone?"
"I went to college here, didn't go home, and there weren't many people at school at night, so I came here."
"Are you homesick?"
"Why not? But returning home once costs a lot of money. It's better to start school and pay tuition fees."
"It's great to go to college, but I've been out there long ago, and I miss it very much." Wen Jia's tears came out again, and she remembered the scene when she and her husband spent the whole day together in college.
"Sister, how could you come out alone?"
Wen Jia never answered anything, just kept wiping her tears. "She suddenly raised her head and looked at the boy, saying in a low voice, 'Would you like to go drinking with me?'"
This is an elegant Western restaurant, with a man and a woman sitting quietly on both sides of each table, making it feel like it's just Valentine's Day night. Each pair raised their glasses frequently, drinking without any sound. Unconsciously, two bottles of red wine had already gone down, and Wenjia's face had already turned red. The boy's cheeks were full of vitality. Wenjia's eyes were fixed on the boy, and she felt that it would be great if she were her husband. Today, she could use the strength of the wine to let him "appreciate" herself. Indeed, it has been a year since her husband returned to China last year to visit her relatives. Wenjia is really a pastoral woman who has never slept with another man. She firmly believes that her soul will not stray at will.
However, the conviction of the soul often cannot break the ordeal of time. After all, people have both psychological and physical emotions, and who can hold onto both of them as solid as the essence of soup!!! Especially today, when I heard her husband's words, Wen Jia's Qianli dam seemed to collapse in an instant.
"Please do me a favor, can you take my sister home? I'm right across the street." Wenjia seemed unable to get out of this Western restaurant, her eyes staring straight at the boy, waiting for his answer.
When she arrived at Wenjia's door, Wenjia opened the door and pressed the hall light.
"Sister, you're home, so I'll go back." The boy turned and was about to leave.
"I don't know what kind of force drove it, so Wen Jia grabbed the boy and hugged him tightly.".
"Please, don't go, okay?" Wen Jia actually sobbed and cried. The sad feeling made the boy hesitate, and he stood there motionless.
Wen Jia opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine. She opened the lid.
"Let's go on drinking."
"Sister, you can't drink any more." The boy grabbed the bottle and glass, and pulled Wenjia into his arms.
"Sister, if I can make you happy, you can say it." The boy pressed his face against Wenjia's face and gently kissed her.
"Tears are salty, can hearts be sweet?" The boy also shed tears, perhaps his story is not much better than Wenjia's. At this time, Wenjia was completely silent in her bitter story, not noticing what the boy was thinking.
The night has gradually calmed down after the midnight firecrackers, and the new year has begun.
Wen Jia and the boy were lying on the bed in the warm quilt, with Wen Jia's hand around the boy's neck.
"It's very kind of you, this New Year's Eve is the best New Year's Eve I've ever grown up to." Wen Jia stroked the boy's broad chest and changed her previous thinking for the first time. Why do women detain themselves? If they want to own a man, they should boldly own it. At this moment, it seems that the fact that their father-in-law can't take her abroad and that marriage is about to become a bubble is not important.
"Sister, am I okay? As long as I'm happy, I can." The boy's eyes seemed to stare blankly into the distance, and he didn't know
Didn't you tell Wenjia that before the Spring Festival, his girlfriend was taken away by a wealthy man because of money and went to become someone else's mistress.
"Sister, it's I who should thank you, and I won't forget this New Year's Eve." The boy held Wenjia's face and looked at it for a long time It seems that they have known each other for a long time, only to meet today.
"Sister, it's been another year, do you want it again this year?" The boy pressed his mouth to Wen Jia's lips.
"Yes, I want you again, only once a year, hee hee." Wen Jia's laughter was so sweet and beautiful.
The morning sun had already shone on the glass. Wenjia put on her pajamas and looked at the sleeping boy. She gently said in his ear, "Sleep well, you're tired out. Hee hee, have sex, have been" two years ", and break the world record.". I'll cook for you.
Wen Jia opened her notebook and wrote in her email, "Follow your own plan. I won't go to England anymore." Closing her notebook, Wen Jia stood at the window, a rising sun slowly rising in the distance, and the blue sky was ablaze with glow. Just like Wen Jia's heart, it had already been infected with the unexpected "harvest" on New Year's Eve and became brilliant.
Life turns out to be so simple, so refreshing, and so beautiful that you can write about your own world.
(Intern Editor: Cai Junyi)
