I used to cry in the middle of the night, wanting to talk to you about life

Chapter 1 Introduction
At the beginning of 2008, Brother Bao also got married, and my second child and I flew to Brother Bao's hometown, the most northeast village in the northeast, and stayed for a week.

Both Xiao Ma and Wei Xing couldn't leave. Xu Ning came and flew back to Shenzhen before the wedding. It was said that something happened to the unit. As the deputy director of the department, he had to go back.Therefore, the original planning mighty best man group, only me and my second child are left.But it doesn't matter, at least there is me. After this year, I will be the best man more than ten times. For me, the best man is almost a profession.

The side effect of being familiar with the road is that you almost lose all the fun in it. I can always show how stupid the groom is at this time with an absolutely calm expression in the most nervous and exciting moments before the groom's appearance.Usually I would take out a Xi cigarette and throw it to the corner of my mouth, light it, take a big puff, and then spit it out leisurely: "Hey, what a big deal..."

Those who can ask me to be the best man are all my best brothers.Some met in high school, some met in college, I used to be crazy and innocent with them, I almost knew all their secrets, I knew almost all their girlfriends, although none of those girls became their wives later.Disliking my friends' wives has become a habit I can't articulate, and I hate the women they've met after we've grown estranged through graduation.The stories between them have nothing to do with me, but I have to bless the couple because of the friendship with the groom alone.I'd rather go to the groom's funeral than this, at least it's the groom's alone.

But my brothers are still getting married one after another, still forgetting those flowers one by one, hiding those stories in a drawer that my wife can't find, or throwing them away.In those stories were me, and possibly my flowers, and the groom himself whom I knew well.Almost all grooms will get drunk on the night before or after their wedding, and some of the best will even get drunk like a bird on the wedding night in the bridal chamber. They find opportunities to be alone with me, look through those memories, talk about those girls, as if they were in this life Like the last time.

Of course, my thinking is absolutely morbid.Life has to go on, and no one can only live in those few years.What's more, they have been abandoned as early as those few years, or they have had many flowers in their lives, so they can't make so many people happy anyway.And to be honest, their current brides don't have much to criticize. There are many excellent or even excellent ones, and it is also their blessing to agree to marry my silly X brothers.But this fact still can't save me, I'm still in pain, and I don't know if it's because I'm reminded of the old things I've accumulated, or if I just don't like others.

Unlike me, the life of the second child is always moving forward.He was able to stay on good terms with all of our girlfriends in college, before and after our breakup.He still maintains this habit. The current girlfriends of brothers from all walks of life will ask him about our past in various ways from all over the country, and the former girlfriends of brothers from all walks of life will also ask him about our past in various ways from all over the country. Complain about how we were not a thing back then.Last year, the second child organized all the "brothers' ex-girlfriends" in Beijing to have a meal, karaoke a song, and set up an illegal organization similar to the "ex-wife club".I was completely shocked, and I had a big fight with Ya, and almost broke up.

Later we reconciled as before, the reason is that he changed his QQ signature to: "I was wrong, although I don't know where I was wrong." This kind of fearless ignorance proved that he is really a good person, just stupid .Each of us is stupid, but the field of stupidity is different. Some people are stupid in IQ, and the second is stupid in EQ.

The second child’s flaws in emotional intelligence originated from his college life as pure as white paper, and the moral reflection I regretted too late also originated from the colorful four years of rural paintings.You have to believe that every relationship will have retribution, good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. If the white-eyed wolf lives his whole life, it will be fine. Especially for those who abandon evil and follow good, the retribution is like a torrential river.This is my realization after the prodigal son turned back, "Ah, what a painful realization", sang by Xin Xiaoqi.In fact, any male singer in the bar can sing better than her, because they all look like countless people, and I think they will suffer a lot after they sober up.

Wei Xing was a prodigal son than me back then, but he was the first in our group to get married. A group of seven of us took the train for a day and a night to Lanzhou, and all the men wanted to be the best man.At that time, neither my second son nor I had much experience as best man, so we were amazed at the part where "A Man Should Be Self-Reliant" was played at the wedding, and all the waiters were holding platters of brine and shouting slogans. The second child was so excited that the flowers were trembling and tears were flying... Later Wei Xing divorced, I always suspected that it was the bad luck brought by the second child, even the silly X Wei Xing grinned heartlessly on stage, Why are you crying!
A few months after Wei Xing's divorce, my ex-girlfriend Ke Yiyi got married and held a wedding banquet, inviting all old friends to gather in the capital, and even I received a dazzling blood-red wedding invitation.I didn't want to go at first, but almost all college friends of Ke Yiyi and I agreed to go. This is the most complete gathering of our small circle in the five years since graduation, so everyone called me one after another and asked me to express my mentality. Let's be peaceful, goodbye before is also a friend, let's come here.So I also booked a plane ticket and rushed over.

On the eve of Xiaoyi's wedding, I saw her again, her figure remained unchanged, her dress and demeanor were much more mature.I didn't know what to say to her, so I just looked at her with a polite smile.There was joy at the dinner table, everyone exchanged cups and cups, and I looked at her opposite through the wine curtain spilled by my old friends.In the second group singing, I sang "Snow Migratory Birds" and she sang "Hypnosis". Those were our favorite songs when we were together.Singing and singing, Xiaoyi and I sat together, and she quietly leaned her head on my shoulder, just like we used to be most familiar with.After 12 o'clock, old friends clamored to find a bar for the third game, and Ke Yiyi and I slipped out, sitting on the edge of the East Third Ring Road and chatting drunk.She asked me: "Fang Peng, do you know why I chased the train so far when you graduated? Because I know that once you leave, we will never be able to."

After sending Xiaoyi home, I returned to Beiluoguxiang in a daze. Several brothers huddled together in a room to swindle gold flowers. When they saw me coming back, they smiled at me with their own ghosts, and then continued to gamble.After I finished smoking a cigarette, I stood up and stamped out the cigarette butt and said to them, "Boys, go grab a kiss with me tomorrow." Everyone hurriedly held me down: "Calm down, please calm down!" Xu Ning said: " Why do you say you stole the kiss? Get married?"

Xiao Ma dug out a pack of Fu Rong Wang and half a bottle of Black Fang from the suitcase.We smoked out the cigarettes and put Black back in place.Everyone was drowsy, but they still insisted on listening to my ramblings, listening to me talking about why I felt that I should not continue with Xiao Yi, listening to me talking about two only children, two different cities, two A family that cannot be left away... Finally, the second child couldn't bear to interrupt me. He turned over on the bed and crawled in front of me and said loudly: "Fang Peng, don't listen to me. You didn't love Ke at that time." It's Yiyi!"

Yeah?Did I not love her by then?

Why do I feel that, to this day, I still love her so much, to the point where I love her so deeply?

Our memory is actually a very unreliable thing, and there is nothing to prove whether our memory is the same as the real one.We all unconsciously forget some things we don't want to remember, and even whitewash and modify it.Because the past has long been lost, and memories are nothing but emotions and phantoms in front of us.It is not easy to tell the difference between nostalgic old love and renewed love.

The next day, everyone organized a group to attend Ke Yiyi's wedding, except for Wei Xing and me, he had just been hurt by the divorce, and by then there would be no "happy event in the flower field".At noon, the two of us stayed in a Sichuan restaurant at the junction of North and South Luogu Lanes, waiting for the live broadcast of the wedding scene. The second child called us later and said, "Hey, we have prepared a small bun filled with Mustard, when the groom comes over later, he will choke his grandson to death!" "Hey, that groom is tall and stupid, a man with glasses, he looks like you." "Hey, Fang Peng, even Zhang Qian said that this groom It looks a bit like you, hey, aren't you very proud now?"

"Get out!" I said, "I'll just ask you, do you think this man is a living person?"

"Do you want to hear the truth?"

"nonsense."

"Yes."

"That's fine...don't chat, just eat with peace of mind, and send me a message when you are toasting." I hung up the phone.

At about a quarter past twelve, a text message from the second child came: "The last table has already been served, and we are coming soon." I poured a whole glass of wine for Wei Xing and filled it up for myself, and waited 12 hours. In a few minutes, it was almost time for Ke Yiyi and his wife to toast at the second child's table. I raised my glass and pointed it in the direction of Xiaoyi's wedding banquet, "Cheers!" I drank it down.

"Stupid X." Wei Xing scolded me, suffocating his own glass of wine, "You are a big idiot!"

I made fun of him and didn't retaliate. I couldn't scold him because he was my best man that day.

(End of this chapter)