Sweet dream and Modern drama?

Sweet dream and Modern drama I remember quite clearly now when the story happened, that time we cheered and laughed like children, We denied each other with a jocose tone and with a joking ending often time; possible because we was just left college and keep the young blood. Sometimes with somewhat dove-eyes, which touched our heart softly and slowly before we knew it. As the same company we are working for and special we are in same office, during the relax time some funny would be appeared in that boring office like the cuckoo in the rainy season. That time I still keep in touched with my ex-girlfriend and chatted with her by the telephone line sometimes, I was shilly-shally, we are apart or I will love her forever, I must give her a clearly reply, but I ask my heart, am I love her? How long could I love her? she could forget her ex-boyfriend? I am not clearly and not sure, even though we once spent brevity happy time together. She understand me and comprehend me, I cherished this feeling and hope it never fade. But, during our talking she did not never mention her ex-boyfriend, I hate this topic every time, I just like a disloyal audience when we have a chat, I hope we could have a pleasant chat after working, but I am fail. At last I decide to tell she all about my feeling, after my expression, she said she was very sorry about it, and told me sadly, her ex-boyfriend pursued after her and she accepted his pursuit, she said she was very sorry again. I have no word, I know the story was ending since a long time age but she was not daring to tell me. Next day, I just like nothing have happened. Working and working, like a horse, like a ass. I know a new era is waiting for me. One day, with no reason, I go out to buy a mobile phone with one of my colleague, maybe she is most friendly to me in our office. I gone out by bicycle, she was by motorcycle, but she parked her motorcycle in the Garden Hotel and gone out with me, sat behind my poor bicycle. Before this I was expecting her in front of the Hotel gate like "hero", with breeze. All the that evening what I moved most was she rather ridded by my bicycle than by motorcycle and don't sloughs off me when my cousin want to go back with her by motorcycle, I feel extremely flattered. I presented her a comb on behalf of all my appreciation. She accepted it agreeably. After that we often have a text chatting by our mobile, I found she was a mignon girl. Maybe we would thanks the modern telegraphic technology, with the mobile phone we could sent text information and chatted, we sent and chatted as possible as we have spare time, Which was liked offering on-net and have a pleasant chat. Maybe it is only the text information and we couldn't watch our face each other at the same time, which bring us more imagination, then we could tell the sentences which we never speak out during the working time and the time we stayed together. Some of night we chatted deeply with the star flicking on the deep blue sky and ended with a sweet dream. (Sweet dream, maybe it is the beginning of the sweet dream.) I know the time spent with her is like a really sweet dream. I can judge my own feeling and have a confident decision, at one breezy night I told her I have loved her. After few seconds she only told me there was an other man she have been loving with, I was made down at once, and be very upset that all night. I encouraged myself again and again, I told myself there is no sweet without sweat, there is a will there is a way, don't give up, don't give in the destiny, never, never give in. I told myself you can, it was just a trial and a challenge of me , and I guessed love could change something or anything. Next day, we never mentioned the words, and work as peacetime. As the evening coming, I began to miss her, missed her sweet smile left on the corners of her mouth, miss the day time we were joking, missed her coquetry, missed the text we have sent. I made up my mine to save the text information in my mobile next time no whether it is sweet or bitter. At least I would rather read the text information her sent to me than always wait for the night's coming to dream of her. (I know this feeling being stronger and stronger along with time go on.) I told her all of this and did worry about her reaction, I was seldom dare to face one thing as same as this time. she said her missed one person as I done, but the leading actor was not me, you can imagined how heart-ache and angry I did, but I still keep a empty smile, a paly smile; maybe it is a sorrowful face, a expressionless face, what I can say that time is only something peddling, in fact my heart was dropping the lifeblood. Dropping. After working I go down the country, to relax myself and change the mood, who know? My heart was still belong to the office, belong to her and never goes with me down to the country. At the night of country, it is quiet except for some clamor of frog, the loneness and sadness rising from my heart gradually, I can't help sending mobile information to her, even though just say hi to her. After some peddling, I began to express out my missing of her, after some anxiety of her, she teaches me how to miss her, "you can take out my photo to watch , or keep sending the mobile information, there is lots of ways, you can imagine……"I pretend to know nothing about it, and pretend to ask disappointedly: "maybe I have no chance, even though how hard I do, maybe I was late." Then the time was freezed in the air, to me, it is like one year's long and it is time to be sentenced. After a few minutes, my mobile screen appears only two stirring words: 加油! I was encouraged really that time and I thought my love have echo and reply, that night I really want to thanks the frogs out side, they were singing for me, they were praying for me…Even the skeeter around my body was dancing and singing for me. With the days follow, we worked together, taking some privity ,as well as peacetime. Maybe that several days were the happiest time of me since I left college. It is seem that the sunny weather couldn't last much long time. The entire "love" scenarios waken all your enthusiasm when you fall in love indeed and touch your heart so unforgettable. In a way I want to find myself and plough into the spirit life of my own world. Possible the man is alike. (Great minds think alike?) When I mentioned my loving next time her began mirthless and gave me palter, shift off my words. Further more, she told me we are impossible, but never gave me any reason, I was mixed up. I just like a kite in the rainy sky, could not find the direction; like a smile boat in the gloomy sea, could not find the port. I could not find where I would be, who I would be… When I was made down, I would remind the splendid things happened on my campus and encourage myself; like a black horse scampering without any counterwork, especially the freedom of running over the ground with the wind blowing through my face, and the amazing scenery always makes me feel on top of the world. Never give up, it is my individuality. I decide have a harder try. Although I know I was not appropriate for her. First, is my occupation; I am not working for a state-owned enterprise, but for one private enterprise in this small city; everyone know it was mean you did not have a decent occupation and social class, at least on this developing small city, the people living here would considered it. Second, is my ability of economy, I am uptight now, it was all knew in my office, no need to mention it any more. Think of my disadvantageous factor, even though she accepted my love, her mamma and dad would disagree with us. Further more, when girl or lady select a man, just like sift one stock, he must have a resplendent and bright future. That is right for the entire parents, every parent wanting his daughter have a credible husband and have a happy life. That is proverbial, They are absolutely right. That night I ask myself ceaselessly: how many roads must a man way down, before they call him a man? Maybe, maybe the answer is swaying in the wind. That night the wind was tender, however, it never gave me a vivid answer. The answer must be figure out by myself. The " International Labor Day" came at last, we have seven day's holiday, and most of my colleague would go out to have a trip, She was not exceptive, I envy all of then, after all, the seven days holidays is not easy to come as working in a private enterprise,They could make a good use of it. What I want to do is out to have a different and challenging work to get an other kind of experience in this seven days holiday. I decide go to Zhuhai city, the S.E.Z. In where I grow up and live more than 15 years. Then maybe I need not to wasted time on knowing well the road and finding a journeywork. After arriving there, recommended and introduced by one of my friends, I could work as a temporary translator for a commercial center in one hotel that is well-know in Zhuhai city. The workload was big and the word was hard to me, it was a really a challenge of me. But it was my cup of tea. After the work, I like going to seaside, enjoying a genial sea breeze, and watching the setting sun. When I strolled in the sand beach, Looking back the footprint I had made, it was easy to remind one's past, and be contemplated. At that time I hope the sea breeze could bring some of her breath, some of her sound, I know I was missing her in the evening glow. I miss the text information that she had sent to me, the name is so familiar to me, looking on the text information as if her euphonious voice and lovely smile appear in front of me again. I really bless the sea-god could help that her would appear before me and share with this sea breeze and evening glow together. I love my mobile phone no more than everyone does that time. At night my friends with me invited one outdoor concert, sitting on the lawn and listening to the furor music, I absolutely hope she could appear beside me, enjoying the life together, no matter it is sweet or bitter, laugh and tear, and aging together. It is a pity that my friend has to make a business with someone in Shantou city next day and I have better go with him. So we flied back next day evening. After business we wander about cursorily some sight of Shantou City then sent-off him back to Zhuhai city. Came back to the office, anything is unaltered but all the colleagues were out, left the boring office desk only. Looking on her desk, it was void. Fortunately, the travelling bag I was wearing, which she borrowed me was still throw off her aroma. Now all I want to do is sit down quietly and write down something what I get. And waiting for her going back. I don't know what will waiting for me, before her coming back, what I imagined is like a sweet dream, imagining she would like to follow with me, not a long time, just only 50 years, maybe I just making a day-time sweet dream only, but I please. If she care nothing about me, what I think is like just a modern drama, a drama described one ambitious guy living in this modern society but poor, unfortunately, he loved one young lady, she will fall in love with he, at the end, he isn't her groom, she isn't his bride. No matter what kind of the drama ending, at least, I will pick one bunch of lily for her and expecting for her coming back, at least she could enjoy the flavor of lily and read this article at the same time. ***************************************************************************** ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ | ^ ^ ^ | ^ = ----------- = | | | | | | _ __ _ | |__ __ _ _ ^^^^^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^