"From the library to Malatang, after six years of long-distance love, we even saved up for the down payment - until I discovered another world in his old 'scrapped' mobile phone."
We met during the postgraduate entrance examination year. He stayed up late with me to review, and I worked overtime with him. We ate countless meals at roadside stalls and survived the deepest nights of reality. Everyone says that we are only one step away from school uniforms to wedding dresses. But on the day when I was holding the hard-earned balance and wanted to surprise him, I found the old mobile phone that had been "broken long ago" at his empty workstation.
The phone has power and the password is my birthday.
It contains the ambiguities of sixty or seventy strange women, as well as explicit records of meeting female colleagues in conference rooms and hotels on business trips.
The most painful thing is not those transactional dates, but the nights when he once said he "worked overtime all night", but he was actually holding someone else's arms and looking at the sea; while I gritted my teeth and stopped for a ride in the wilderness, he was showing off other people's intimate backs in the circle of friends.
Six years of youth, a long-planned betrayal.
I didn't cry, I just silently intercepted the most disgusting chat records and sent them to his company's department group with one click.
Then block all contact information and leave the place I once called "home" forever.
Some people say I did too much.
But if you are sincere, it is just the most boring line in his schedule from beginning to end——
What would you choose?
