Foreword: I recently listened to Xu Jiaying’s new album, and I really like the song "High-altitude Bounce". When I listened to it for the first time, I felt like I was in a confusing whirlpool. However, many netizens feel that the song is unclear and the style is inappropriate. Therefore, I deliberately looked at what the lyrics said:

After searching on Baidu, it turns out that high-altitude bungee jumping is bungee jumping. In this way, the lyrics and music of the song become reasonable. From the weak narration at the beginning to the struggle accompanied by electronic music in the later part, it is exactly like the state of bungee jumping. Worry, fear, loss of control, and finally unable to help myself pull up and down. Looking at the lyrics specifically, it seems to be describing the emotional changes of regret and regret after failing in a relationship. So, I thought of the following story (the writing is still a bit thin):

Red and yellow lights are swaying, accompanied by soft music, and there are 7 pairs of men and women sitting at a long table in the restaurant who do not know each other. Emotions of hope, nervousness, and excitement pulsed in the room. Shelly on my left is wearing a low-cut suspender skirt, and her jewelry, clothing and handbags are well matched. She obviously takes this party very seriously. The girl on my right, Icy, seemed a little nervous. From time to time she would put her chin up and frown, lowering her head and twiddling her fingers. Looking at these men and women who long for "love", I feel that the world has become very strange.

It’s been a month, it’s been a month since he left me. Would he be better off without me? Maybe he already has a new lover. I couldn't help but open my phone and check his social status.

"Madam, please introduce yourself!"

The host patted me on the shoulder, and I shuddered before I came to my senses. "Oh, I, I am Lin Huiyu...." After a few brief introductions, it was the next person's turn. I fell into thought again.

Who am I? Who is 35-year-old Lin Huiyu? Is it the sarcastic pillow person he talks about? Or is he a person who wants and takes away from feelings? I seemed to see the angry look in his eyes when he left, and my heart seemed to have been stabbed.

I picked up the wine glass at hand and took a sip of red wine with my eyes closed. I couldn't distinguish the taste of the wine, whether it was bitter or mellow. I just felt that the alcohol flowing through my throat reminded me of every detail of my seven years of life... At that time, I liked to pretend to be angry, or deliberately duplicity, watching him scratch his head and frown. . He often says that I make him angry and funny, but helpless and inseparable. In the memory, I can't help but smile.

"Ms. Lin, how do you like this wine?" asked the man at the opposite table. This man's name is Carl. He is an average-looking man, probably 40 years old.

I came back to my senses and said, "Oh, that's not bad." I started to introduce myself in a formulaic way, and learned about each other's hobbies, careers, families, and so on.

Carl suddenly said: "I think you are different from the ladies here."

"Oh? Really?" I drank another glass of wine, "How can you see that?"

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He said: "Other ladies are actively communicating with us, but you are the only one who looks like an outsider."

I smiled bitterly: "Perhaps, I think it is better to fall in love on speed dating. "It's silly to talk about fate. Or maybe I'm not ready to accept a new relationship at all." I didn't want to talk about it in depth, so I excused myself to go to the bathroom. After breaking up with him, my parents anxiously arranged various blind dates for me. After all, they were already in their thirties, but they didn't know that I had not yet stepped out of his shadow.

Hey, I sighed, walked into the toilet, and lit a cigarette. The gray smoke was lingering, and as I was drunk, I gradually became confused, as if I had returned to the night we broke up...

"Please, don't leave me! It's been seven years, we've been together for seven years, How can you just leave! What should I do?" I hugged him tightly and shouted with a whimper.

However, he has long been indifferent to my tears. He pushed me away and said calmly: "Yes, it has been seven years. I have endured this for too long. Every time I want to leave, I am defeated by your tears and pleading. Until the wedding was planned recently, I had to ask myself , do I have to tolerate you, indulge you, and lose my freedom all my life?" I sobbed and said, "As long as you don't leave me, I will change! Let's make some soup." He went into the kitchen and made a bowl of soup in a panic. "We will be fine in the future." He just said softly: "It's too late" and opened the door to leave. Went.

Before I knew it, the cigarette was almost finished and I returned to reality. I tidied up my makeup a little and went out to continue "making friends and talking". When I returned to my seat, there was a man named Lien opposite me. Lien asked me what kind of person I can’t stand the most.

I took a few more sips of wine and said slowly: "I can't stand a relationship without security. But for men, it's harder for me to stand it. What about you?"

Lien said: "Ms. Lin was joking. She seems to be very easy to get along with. Frankly speaking, we are no longer young and young, and we just need an ordinary life now. I hope there is a woman in the family who always cares and loves me. I will also try my best to protect the lives of my wife and children. So I can’t stand a willful and savage woman. You know, I don’t want to quarrel every day and live like a child.”

After hearing this, I felt nervous. , casually drank another glass of wine. That's why he left me. I remember the most violent quarrel. I broke up willfully and even threw the gift he gave me out of the window. His eyes were red with anger, he looked at me fiercely for a while, said, "Let's break up, I can't stand you being unreasonable and making trouble!", and then rushed out of the door. It suddenly started raining heavily, and I saw him outside the window, trying to retrieve the gift I had thrown away in the rain. I regretted it and repeated "I'm sorry" to myself. The thunder and thunder roared like hurtful sentences criticizing me. I finally couldn't help but rushed downstairs, hugged him and begged for forgiveness.

"Ms. Lin, have you drunk too much?" Lien grabbed my glass. My eyes were red, my cheeks were red, and I looked at Lien in confusion, "I'm fine, just have another sip and I'll be fine." I gradually became dizzy, and then I lay down on the table, mumbling to myself, something that no one else could hear. Qing's words: "Yes... I'm sorry, I, I thought you would come back to me this time..."

In my dizziness, I seemed to have fallen into a colorless whirlpool, with no beginning and no sight. At the end, sometimes rising, sometimes falling, the wind is blowing, and the harsh reproach keeps ringing in the ears: I am not your servant, your lapdog! You are a domineering woman! Because of you, I lost my freedom and my life was turned into a mess by you!

Tell me, this is not what you mean... I kept falling and gradually lost consciousness.

"It's time to get up and have breakfast!" My mother lifted the quilt and pulled me up.

Why am I here? Is it just a dream? My head hurt. I hit my head with one hand and rubbed my eyes with the other.

Mom put her hands on her hips and said: "You guy, I asked you to meet new friends yesterday, but you got drunk on the spot and asked your parents to carry you back! What a great opportunity. , I was screwed by you..."

Oh, no! It's true!