Previous generation

  My reunion with Yu Tian was due to a wedding, and the main characters of the wedding were our best friends.

  Once upon a time, we four were inseparable, but now, Chunzi and Google's love has reached the king level, while Yu Tian and I have been labeled as exes on each other, and with the determination of never getting back together, we stepped into the fourth year after breaking up.

  Maybe time can really take away some things, this meeting we were both very calm. Yu Tian even continued to listen to the phone after waving at me, I secretly looked at his expression, it was a gentle one that I had never seen before. But when he smiled at me, there was a strange politeness and distance.

  From that moment on, I was disheartened and absent-minded, like a fort.

  After the wedding ceremony ended, I rushed to the dressing room and scolded Chunzi and Google. No one had ever told me that the best man was Yu Tian, and I happened to be the maid of honor.

  I thought I could be nonchalant, but when Yu Tian really held my hand, what came to mind was his hands, which might have already wrapped around countless girls' waists in these four years. Or perhaps he only had a special affection for one girl from the start, and that girl wasn't me.

  The second guess makes me even less happy.

  Google apologized and explained that the originally designated best man was not Yu Tian, but that person suddenly delayed and had to be replaced.

  Jun said, "It's been four years, Xi, you should also put aside your grudges and smile."

  As I nodded, I casually picked up one from a pair of bottles in front of me and threw it towards the door.

  But didn't hear the sound of shattering glass containers.

  Almost at the same time I let go of my hand, Yu Tian had pushed open the door and caught the bottle.

  He walked straight towards me, his eyes inquiring, put down the bottle and sat beside me, "Had enough?"

  "Have you eavesdropped enough?"

  I had known all along that Yu Tian followed me from the moment I left, but I didn't expect him to actually come in.

  Still with such an expression as if nothing had happened.

  But I was already driven crazy by the frustration of a lost love four years ago.

  Junko was dragged away by Google, leaving behind a deflated balloon-like me in the dressing room and motionless bystander Yu Tian.

  I'm so angry with myself, although I never imagined that when we met again there would be any elegance, but intentionally or unintentionally, all I've heard is that after our breakup, he was in a slump for a long time.

  In fact, he can still raise the corner of his mouth to smile at me, with a bit of majesty under his impeccable appearance.

  Instead, I look like a patient who has just recovered from a serious illness, barely breathing and struggling to survive.

  I took a deep breath and racked my brains to think of the right words, wondering how I could repackage my aimless life over the past four years, mentioning a few romantic relationships, attending high-end parties, or perhaps encountering talent scouts on the street, exchanging WeChat with some minor celebrities in nightclubs.

  I am thrilled with my own powerful imagination.

  Yu Tian looked at me and as soon as he opened his mouth, he disrupted my plan.

  "I heard you're doing well?"

  "Is that all?" My lengthy draft was summarized in a few words by him, and further explanation was unnecessary. I could only turn around and pretend to touch up my makeup in front of the mirror.

  But my second personality secretly recalls those days when I used a Weibo small account to inquire about his news every day.

  I must have been out of my mind at that time.

  With a swipe, due to distraction I not only picked up the wrong lip gloss but also boldly swiped it from the corner of my mouth to my cheek. My face now has an extra bloody mark that looks especially hideous. Upon closer inspection, it also resembles a small clown from the circus, especially when paired with my obviously depressed and defeated eyes.

  I looked in the mirror again, and all that was left of Yu Tian was a silhouette. I turned around, and he was still the same, already at the door. I don't know if he sensed something interesting behind him, but as he turned the doorknob, he kindly turned his body around.

  "I was just outside taking a call, I didn't know anyone was here, so don't worry, I didn't hear what you were saying."

  "That's the best!" I shouted in a loud voice, pretending to be proud and arrogant.

  The response to me was just a cold and emotionless sound of a door closing.

  At that moment, I suddenly felt drowsy and my whole body was like being sucked out of soul. Probably my third personality had already rushed out of the dressing room and was pinching Yu Tian's collar to slap him, while my second personality was crying and pulling his hem singing "long time no see".

  I'm left with just a shell, a walking corpse made from Sun Wukong's fur. And this shell has to use cold water to wash off the lipstick on its cheek, incidentally smudging the entire makeup, a face dripping wet and revealing its wretchedness and absurdity.

  All memories, reunions, nostalgia, passion, hatred, abandonment, and love were all in that moment, hastily forgotten in the reality of the world.