Chapter 619 "So I Didn't Wash My Hair"

"Your meal, guest."

"Okay, thank you."

Shen Zhenzhen walked to the corner with the dinner plate, and there was another person sitting there, wearing a business suit, looking like a embarrassed social animal.

She shook her head and sat down to eat with her back to him.

"...I know. Hey, I happened to be in Shanghai on a business trip. I just wanted to take a look and check in. I also know it's quite pretentious."

The man slurred his voice message while stuffing his food.

Shen Zhenzhen listened with no mood. She was not interested in gossiping about other people's privacy. She was just a little lonely and wanted to have more people around her to talk and be "popular".

"Hey, okay, okay Mr. Wang. I sent my file to your email half an hour ago, um, yes, yes."

After the man sent the message, he answered the phone.

Shen Zhenzhen smiled silently and helplessly.

She heard the man sigh after hanging up the call. It was very similar to her previous sigh, and even the two seconds of prolonged ending were almost the same.

"Why don't you let me watch the sixth round tomorrow night..."

The man muttered in a low voice, then seemed to remember something, and let out a dull "tsk", "I can't catch up, I have to have a meeting."

Shen Zhenzhen just listened to him mumbling and sighing, feeling sad and wanting to laugh at the same time.

"That's great, it's still on air. Oh, that's the last bit of comfort..."

The man seemed to have clicked on a live broadcast room. Shen Zhenzhen originally thought she was the kind of female anchor who was just playing around with things - in her opinion, many men liked to watch this - but she heard a burst of ethereal and melodious singing.

Uh, did this guy not realize that his Bluetooth headset wasn't connected? The sound leaked so much that I heard it.

Shen Zhenzhen's expression was a little strange.

But I don't know which live broadcast the man clicked on. This long string of wordless singing was very comfortable to listen to. It was like a wisp of breeze and a gentle hand. Shen Zhenzhen's tense shoulders and neck gradually relaxed.

This guy has pretty good taste...

She commented in her mind, a little hesitant to turn around and ask which live broadcast room it was.

Forget it, this slovenly look is so ugly that you don’t want to see anyone.

Shen Zhenzhen, who turned halfway, turned back silently, "listening to music" while lowering her head and taking a small bite of bread.

She usually has a tight work schedule, and she has long been trained to eat quickly, but now she couldn't help but slow down her swallowing frequency and chew slowly amid the soft and soothing music.

In a corner of the coffee shop, a man and a woman were listening to music, sitting with their backs facing each other.

Shen Zhenzhen had finished the meal she ordered without realizing it, but she didn't want to get up for the moment. I don’t know whether I don’t want to ruin the quiet and gentle atmosphere now, or I am nostalgic for this rare singing voice that can really soothe my nerves.

She held her chin up, closed her eyes, and her mood became unusually quiet.

Such moments of quietly thinking about life are rare for Shen Zhenzhen.

Her thoughts suddenly drifted far away, thinking of some people and things, and even recalled a few years ago when she and she were interns at the same time, working together as assistants to other makeup artists, and helping each other bring breakfast every day. of nancy.

The sound of splashing water brought back Shen Zhenzhen's mind.

Who turned on the shower head?

She was in a trance subconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle, slow, and slightly lazy male voice sounded:

“Looking back, I realize that I have never lived a passionate life.

"Because I have no dreams, the only thing that wakes me up every day is the alarm clock."

Shen Zhenzhen and the man behind her were startled at the same time.

So true...this is my life.

No dreams, no direction, no hobbies, nothing to devote myself to.

So ordinary, so ordinary, like a lake that has never had ripples.

“When I’m lazy or in a bad mood, I don’t even wash my hair.

"Anyway, even if you dress up carefully, no one can understand it."

Shen Zhenzhen froze unconsciously, feeling like an arrow had been hit in her knee.

She was so ashamed that she wanted to bury her head, but she also wanted to listen to the song. In the end, she had to lower her face and prick up her ears.

“While walking on the road, a group of school uniforms jumped past me.

“I can’t remember whether I was lively and active at that age.

“It seems that when I was younger, there were indeed more sunny days and smiles than now.

"It doesn't matter, I have what they have."

Although she was back to back with the man, Shen Zhenzhen somehow knew that he had lowered his eyes.

Maybe it's because she is the same.

When these lines were first sung, Shen Zhenzhen was still helpless. Yes, she was already twenty-nine, and she would be thirty in half a year.

How strange it is that once a person's age begins with "three", it seems that it has nothing to do with youth.

Student days...sounds so far away.

How many years ago was it when you last wore school uniform?

At that time, I seemed to be much more lively than I am now.

She originally sighed in her heart, but was stunned by the last line.

"What they have, I have too"... Huh? It seems so.

Yes, I’ve had it all, why am I still here regretting or lamenting? I...I’m not at a loss?

“The people lining up in front of the breakfast shop had the same indifferent expressions as me.

"Perhaps a tiring day for him was just beginning, or it was finally over."

Just when she felt relieved, Shen Zhenzhen was immediately blown away by the next song.

She even heard the man choke, and it seemed that he also couldn't stand such a spicy, straightforward, yet delicate and plain description.

The people outside the breakfast shop with indifferent faces were not deliberately being cold to anyone.

They were just too tired, or had just finished working overtime all night, or they were exhausted when they thought about going to work today, and they no longer had the energy to show extra expressions.

"It seems like a few years, I am very glad that I don't have to be forced to eat breakfast.

"When did you learn to take care of yourself?"

Alas...

Shen Zhenzhen smiled bitterly.

She was very lazy and really didn't like to eat breakfast.

But after joining the work, I gradually realized that if I didn't eat in the morning, I really couldn't survive the whole day, and my body would become more and more broken.

No matter how willful the habit is, it will be smoothed and corrected by reality without any explanation.

This is life.

"Looking back, I found that I have never had a passionate life.

"Because I don't have a dream, it's just the alarm clock that wakes me up every day.

"Today I am still as lazy as before, so I didn't wash my hair.

"No one noticed, I'm a little relieved, a little disappointed."

It's a repetitive chorus, the mellow and soft voice blends with the slightly brisk but not very present accompaniment, evoking the memories and emotions of many adults, telling their sorrows and misery.

"Until lunch break, in groups, I don't know if they are friends.

"Sitting in silence, I know them, and I only contact them at noon every day."

Damn it...

Shen Zhenzhen closed her eyes.

It's damn real.

Colleagues who only have lunch and chat together during lunch break, chatting about gossip in the circle and plastic sisters of beauty brands, it seems that everyone is familiar with everyone, but when I think about it carefully, it seems that I don't know them at all, and they don't know me at all.

Where are my friends? Where are they?

Unconsciously, my friends are becoming fewer and fewer, or even gone.

"Strangely, the number of people lying in the address book is increasing every day.

"Most people may not know what my name is."

A bitter smile came from behind, with helplessness and self-mockery.

Shen Zhenzhen nodded with empathy.

She has been in the fashion circle for so many years, and she has some connections, but few people really know her name is Shen Zhenzhen. Even more people can't even tell whether her name is Julie or Jessica.

"After get off work, I always miss the sunset, but fortunately I didn't miss the last bus."

"Student-looking men and women leaned against the car window and whispered to each other.

"It seems that there was such a person before, who made you want to say everything to him/her.

"After so many years, you have long forgotten what you said. "

Shen Zhenzhen stared at the plate in a daze, her eyes bitter.

She was not thinking of her lover, but the married roommate.

They were really very close during the four years of college. They would get together no matter what they did. You picked clothes for me and I tried makeup for you. We laughed and chatted about this and that, talking about everything. We talked about topics that were not nutritious, but we were extremely happy.

Yeah, what did we talk about?

I don't remember them all...anymore.

"Looking back, I found that I had never had a passionate life.

"Because I have no dreams, I wake myself up every day only by the alarm clock.

"Today I am still as lazy as before, so I didn't wash my hair.

"No one noticed, I feel a little lucky and a little disappointed."

It really took a moment to realize that "it turns out that I am just an ordinary person."

Shen Zhenzhen realized that she didn't know when she hugged her arms. Although the air conditioning in the coffee shop was not that strong, her body spontaneously wanted to hug her.

"We have been to many places, leaving nothing behind, but we are still walking.

"It is different from what you and I imagined. It turns out that this is life. ”

Alas. It’s life.

It’s life.

Shen Zhenzhen’s eyes flickered, she felt bitter and sad, but she couldn’t find anyone to share her feelings with.

She flipped through the Feixun message list and saw the profile picture of her college roommate again.

“…”

How come we haven’t contacted each other for a year?

She couldn’t remember chatting with me, and neither did I. Why didn’t I open the chat box?

Ah—yes. Because I was too busy with work, I couldn’t remember switching between separate Feixun accounts. I kept them all on the same account. There were so many new messages popping up every day, and the chat bar with her was pushed to the bottom little by little, and then I couldn’t remember it anymore.

In the end, I even found out that she was married by looking at the circle of friends.

What if I say something to her now?

Shen Zhenzhen tapped the virtual keyboard, but stopped.

She realized that they were too far apart and lived completely different lives, so she couldn’t even find an intimate and natural topic to start with. All she could think of was “How are you doing recently?” and “How is this year?” "This kind of unfamiliar and polite greeting.

"My dear friend, I forgive you for not being able to accompany me to the end."

The soft voice with a hint of sadness, helplessness, and relief continued.

"I couldn't accompany you to the end, my dear friend, please forgive me."

Shen Zhenzhen's tears fell.

BGM of this chapter: Mao Buyi-So I didn't wash my hair

Lyrics/Music: Mao Buyi

Arrangement/Guitar: Guo Yifan

Producer/drums/percussion: Arai Juichi

Wind instrument arrangement/trumpet: Xie Yanhui

Harmony arrangement/harmony: Tian Xiaomei

Vocal recording/production assistant: Ke Chang

Instrument recording: Li Zongyuan, Ke Chang

Music editor: Ru Wenbo, Ke Chang

Production coordinator: Xu Su

Mastering mix: Zhou Tianche