ghost market

Qianqian means a soft and demure woman.I think that's what my parents must have thought when they named me that.Unfortunately, when I was a child, I always thought the word meant "green grass with vitality".This misunderstanding comes from my terrible primary school Chinese teacher, and of course, it has a lot to do with my surname.My surname is Xia, Xia Qianqian—the lawn in summer is exuberant and energetic.Sounds like a perfect fit, doesn't it?

Perhaps because of this misunderstanding, my character was completely contrary to my parents' initial expectations.I'm neither soft nor demure. My thin body seems to be filled with inexhaustible vitality. As long as I don't move, I will feel uncomfortable, just like being stuffy in water and unable to breathe.Since I was seven or eight years old, I have been the king of children around me. Every day, I would run around with a group of children, big and small, making troubles everywhere.I can climb trees to dig out bird nests, go into the water to catch frogs, fight boys, and beat big dogs that scare me with a stick.In short, when I was a child, I never thought that I could sit down quietly and play with silly-looking dolls like other girls for a while.Until, I met Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang, named Zhang Jin, is my history teacher and my neighbor.She has a soft appearance and a demure personality, which is very in line with my parents' imagination of a daughter.So, since she became my neighbor, my mother has to say many times every day, "I will learn from you, Mr. Zhang, that's the girl", like an endless curse.I am very unconvinced, and I want to know what is so great about such a person.So, I knocked on the door of her house, and the change that would affect my life began the moment the door was opened.

Teacher Zhang likes history.I also like ancient Chinese, especially those words that read sadly.For example, sentences such as "Try the people on the questionnaire, but the begonia is still the same", "Spring is as old, people are empty and thin, and the tears are red and wet."To be honest, I always thought that she should teach Chinese instead of history, so maybe I wouldn't misunderstand my name for so long, and she could immerse herself in those favorite words every day.How nice it is.I told her about it, but Teacher Zhang said that she actually likes history more than ancient Chinese, and ancient Chinese is just a by-product of liking history.

In all fairness, Teacher Zhang is indeed a different teacher.She is not as stern as other teachers who always put on a sincere posture and tell you to "study hard", no matter what the occasion is.It seems that apart from this kind of preaching, they don't know how to chat.I wonder, do these people talk to their children like this when they go home?If so.Then their children are really unlucky.If not, then why do they have to do this outside?In any case, Teacher Zhang will not do this.Not only does she seldom preach to me, but she also tells me stories, historical stories that she likes, when I go to her.

I don't like those sour words, however.I really like her story.From the first time she told me stories, I fell in love with things that happened many years ago.Since that day, my hobbies have completely changed.I no longer run wild outside every day.Instead, whenever I have time, I go to Teacher Zhang’s house to listen to stories.Slowly, under her guidance, I began to read books and find the stories I was interested in by myself.

Historical events, folk legends, emperors and generals, traffickers and pawns... I am more and more interested in the footprints left by time, and it is simply out of control.I spend almost all my spare time reading books, and put all my interest in the ancients.This situation directly led to two results. One was that I did become soft and demure on the surface, which pleased my parents.The other is that I chose to study archeology when I was in college.It gives them a headache.

In any case, my parents felt that the most important thing was that my "character" met their expectations, rather than what I studied.Anyway, my family is fairly well off.I don't expect me to learn a subject of fighting in the market to make a fortune.In this way, I continued to wander in the sea of ​​books, and continued to deal with those ancient people, whether it was a seemingly plump flat portrait or a skinny corpse.

This kind of life is actually cruel for a girl. She deals with books every day, so naturally she has no time to fall in love.This matter started to cause my parents a lot of headaches again, but apart from nagging from time to time, they didn't do anything excessive, at least they didn't arrange blind dates for me indiscriminately.In fact, there were some suitors around me, but I rejected them all.Among these people, there are many people with good conditions, and even my neighbor Wu Xiaopang who ran around behind me when I was young.He grew up fatter, of course, this is not the reason I rejected him.The real reason for rejecting him and others is that I have no interest in these people, whether they are prince charming or not in other people's eyes.I don't know why, and I even thought of the ridiculous reason "my love needs to be excavated in history" in self-deprecating manner.However, I later learned that this reason is not ridiculous at all. [

Sometime in a certain year and a month, I decided to find a job because of some inexplicable feeling.Maybe it's because I have been swimming in the sea of ​​books for too long, and I worry that I am out of touch with the society; maybe it's because I want to support myself and earn some pocket money for myself; maybe, it's just because I want to work.Who knows, girls are like this, sometimes they don't even know their thoughts clearly.

Later I discovered that fate is actually more unpredictable than thoughts, because your thoughts are actually only a part of fate.Not long after my idea appeared, a senior sister who was very familiar with me told me about her job, saying that she had to resign because she wanted to go back to her hometown, but her boss was very nice, so she just threw her job away. I always feel a little sorry.After hearing these words, I told her that I just wanted to find a job, could I go to work instead of her?The senior sister was very happy when she heard it, and immediately picked up the phone to contact her boss, and then told me that I could go to the company to see it tomorrow.

It may be because I have been buried in the pile of books for too long, and I have become somewhat confused.It's not because I can't react well, but because I'm used to thinking about several things in my mind at the same time, and the result is reflected in my behavior.I didn't know that she worked as a secretary in a business consulting company until I went to the senior sister's company.I forgot to ask such an important question before, which shows how confused I can be.

The job of secretary makes me feel a little bit drummed. After all, in today's society, this word seems to have become synonymous with lover for women.I don't know if society has changed too fast, or people's understanding of the meaning of words has changed.Even so, but based on the trust in the character of the senior sister.I still decided to work for a few days to see if there is any problem, I will resign immediately.That's how I met him.

Mu Qisheng, this is a name with a rustic flavor, which always reminds people of a small fishing village by the sea.In fact, he was from a small fishing village on the South China Sea.But that wasn't his real home. In fact, he didn't even know where his home was.

This is a person who has no memory of the past, which is strange.That's what I thought at first too.I had only seen amnesiac characters in film and television dramas, but never in real life.Therefore, at the beginning, they secretly looked at him with extremely curious eyes, just like looking at a rare animal.

He is indeed very rare, at least in today's society, he can be regarded as a rare man.He is taciturn, but he is not indifferent to others; he is vigorous and resolute in his actions.But it doesn't feel stressful.In him, I can see the magnanimity and responsibility of a man, as well as the delicacy and softness that should belong to a woman.All in all, he was a very attractive man.This is true for many women.This can be seen from the eyes of those female customers looking at him - it is almost a black hole that wants to swallow him into it.

However, there is one very bad thing about this guy.He could hardly smile, and there was always a hint of melancholy all over his body.However, I know that this is not his pretentious temperament, I can feel that this is a kind of sadness that comes from the bones.Whenever he looks outside alone, this feeling will become stronger, as if the place under his feet is not a high-rise building in a bustling city, but a desert with no life.And every time like this.My heart will feel very uncomfortable, like a needle prick.Therefore, I always deliberately make some noises at such moments to break his silence.Even if he said a few words about me with a wry smile and called me "Little Ding Dong", I think it was much better than watching him lonely there.

ok I admit it.I'm in love, and it's him.

The road of love is actually very narrow. Every encounter is a reunion after a long absence, and also a reunion on a narrow road.Brave people always express their feelings at the right time, and use their love to capture their sweetheart, otherwise, they may be preempted by others.I'm not brave, so I didn't say it.But I'm not too worried about being robbed of love by others, because this guy's emotions are as stubborn as elm lumps, it's hard for someone to get into his sight, and it's obviously even harder to get into his heart.

I dare not say, but I dare to act.I cook for him, do his laundry, help him with data, and clean his room.Everything I have done has long surpassed my job as a secretary and entered the scope of my girlfriend.I'm sure he'll see it all, and his clever head will figure out why.I waited for him to say it, but he never said it.

It's not bad to fall in love with someone who doesn't come home. You don't have to worry about this kind of irresponsible person, just leave.It's really bad to fall in love with someone who doesn't know where his home is, because his confusion will make him want to respond but dare not respond, want to accept but dare not accept, and can only hide like a little squirrel .The look of hesitation makes people laugh, and makes people feel pity.

Well, I'm waiting, but not forever.If he still doesn't speak in another year or a half, then this girl will have to show the courage she had to fight the big wolf dog back then, and knock this "big wood" hard!

If nothing else, our lives will go on like this until he speaks, or I "force" him to speak.Unfortunately, an accident just happened.

My rival in love suddenly came into our lives.This is not the worst, the worst thing is that my rival and I have become friends, sisters who live and die together.And right now, she's by my side. [

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