Who Will Save Me in 2012 (Complete) Author: longji

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This story takes place in 2012. Please don't be afraid or scared; relax and read it with a smile.

That year, I was exactly 27 years old. Unlike most of my classmates, I am still unmarried. Why? Because I feel that this era is not suitable for marriage. I have witnessed the real lives of many classmates after marriage, and they are not as wonderful as I imagined. On the contrary, there are more and more problems and troubles after marriage, but everyone is reluctant to let outsiders know because of face.

I don't know if you are married or not. If not, this story is perfect for you.

Our story is about to begin. Are you, as a young reader, ready? Don't be afraid!

Scene 1: Hiding in the rain under a big roof, a pink umbrella brings me a good match.

That year, I turned 27. My family pressured me to go on blind dates. I was very unwilling because I didn't have a good impression of most women, and I also felt that I was not suitable for marriage, so I refused. One day, I went out alone. As I walked, the sky darkened and it started to rain. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I had to take shelter at the entrance of a shopping mall, where there was a large roof that could protect me from the rain.

"Are you alright..." a soft voice reached my ears. I turned around and saw a girl about my age; I felt like I'd seen her somewhere before, but I couldn't remember.

"I have an umbrella here, you can use it," she said, handing me a pink umbrella. Since I didn't recognize her, I was a little stunned. Then she opened the umbrella and held it in front of me. I mustered my courage and asked, "Who are you...? Why are you being so kind to me?"

"I'm not a bad person, I just wanted to give you my umbrella.

" "What about you?"

"I'm not important, what's important is you. I don't want to see you get wet."

I didn't say anything more, just smiled and looked away. Back home, I lay in bed , tossing and turning,
replaying the scene in my mind, my feelings incredibly complex. Who was she? Why did she offer me her umbrella? I couldn't help but recall her appearance: she was fairly pretty, her hair not long, but reaching her shoulders, with a phoenix neck, red lips, and crescent-shaped eyebrows. Although not exceptionally beautiful, she had a very pleasant overall presence. Her voice was the most beautiful thing about her, so elegant and refined, completely different from that of ordinary girls. I gently picked up the umbrella again, its pink color catching my eye once more. I carefully examined the patterns: I found many colorful little flowers, several kinds of cute little animals, and a long, beautiful phoenix in flight… As I looked, I unknowingly fell asleep.

I forgot what I dreamed about, but when I woke up, the umbrella was gone. I searched frantically everywhere, but couldn't find it. So I asked my parents, and they said they had put it away. They asked where I got the umbrella, and I told them the truth. They said there are all kinds of people in society, and I should never accept help from strangers again. I silently agreed. Then they brought up "my marriage" again, urging me to go on a blind date, and I agreed.

Why did I agree? You can probably guess. I had fallen for that girl, and I hoped she would show up on the blind date. Although my idea was silly and naive, that's really what I thought.

Scene Two: My First Blind Date - Sweet and Warm to the Heart

So, my first blind date began. My parents arranged an auspicious day for me to meet her at a coffee shop that afternoon. Unfortunately, it rained that afternoon, but the "auspicious day" couldn't be changed, so I went with "that umbrella." When I arrived, the first thing I saw was that familiar figure—it was her! I couldn't believe my eyes. Today she was wearing a black casual long-sleeved shirt, and her hair was longer than before, falling below her shoulders, its glossy black color giving

her a refined air. I wanted to sneak a peek at her feet, but they were hidden under the table, so I didn't have the chance. "Surprised, aren't you? Didn't expect it to be me, right?" I heard her familiar and pleasant voice again.
"Yes..." Hearing her voice made me really happy, but I didn't show any expression, just silently said "Yes."

"Sit down," she said, gesturing for me to sit opposite her.

"Okay..." So I sat down, my heart pounding nervously. She seemed to notice my nervousness, so she called over a waiter, gave him an order, and the waiter brought out two flaming ice creams, served in clear glasses. The colorful patterns and pale red flames brought a sense of warmth to this chilly day.

"This world is terrifying. Are you feeling uneasy?" Her sudden question made me even more uneasy. How did she know how I felt...?

"This... 55... yes..." My personality almost made me cry. Actually, I really hate this
world

. "Don't be sad, don't cry. I'm here now, aren't I? With me here, we have hope!" She
said to me firmly.

"But... I don't know what's going on, 555..." I said, feeling wronged.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I found you so late and made you suffer a lot." As she spoke, she scooped a large spoonful of ice cream from her cup and put it into mine. My cup was instantly filled to the brim, and the flames grew even bigger.

"Are you feeling any better?" she asked me with concern.

"I..." I didn't know what to say. It was indeed quite warm, so I quietly lowered my head, feeling
my cheeks flush red.

She took her coat off the back of the chair, walked over to me, and draped it over my shoulders.
My body was instantly enveloped in warmth, a heat spreading from my heart throughout my entire being.

Then she sat back down, seemingly starting to eat, and said, "Warm yourself up first, I'm right here beside you."

"Oh..." I softly replied, then lowered my head again to look at her coat. It was a sky-blue down jacket, very light yet thick, and truly warm

. I felt increasingly hotter as I dressed, and just waited quietly for her to eat. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt myself sweating before I heard her say,

"I'm full, let's go." For the first time, I looked up and carefully observed her, realizing how beautiful she was. Why was she so different from other girls…? Lost in thought, I watched as she called the waiter and paid our bill.

After the waiter left, she sat down again and said to me, "Are you warm now?"

"Mmm…" Actually, not only was my body warm, but I also felt incredibly warm inside.

"Looks like my coat is quite effective, keeping you this warm."

"Huh? How?" I asked, puzzled.

Then she took a mirror out of her pocket and showed it to me. I looked and saw a faint blush on my face. I felt a little embarrassed

. Through the edge of the mirror, I saw a blush on her face too. I couldn't help but admire her; she looked so beautiful.

Seeing me looking at her, she also looked at herself in the mirror and said, "So we both have this kind of warm happiness."

"Yes..."

And so my first blind date ended perfectly, you could say it was a great success. Before parting, she even slipped me a note, telling me to read it at home. I'm going to open it now.

Act Three: Still Not Quite Satisfied, Back Home, Mysterious Note Reveals the Secret.

I opened the note and saw it read: "I can bring you happiness and warmth, but I can't be by your side forever. For your long-term happiness, I must tell you the truth: your parents aren't actually your parents; they are animals of a different kind..."

What... my parents are animals? Really? Although I found it hard to understand, I deeply trusted her; I knew she would never lie to me. So I continued reading: "Not only are your parents animals, but everyone around you, including yourself, are all animals."

What... I'm an animal too? No way... how could that be... I continued reading: "You might not believe it, but I am too." No way

! Your image in my heart is so beautiful, so understanding, making me feel so cared for and warm. How could you be an animal! I started to cry. I really can't leave her. I can't accept that she's an animal too. Tears streamed down my face.

I didn't want to read any further. I buried my face in the blanket and sobbed,
"

Waaaaahh

...

"In the human world, people like us are called Phoenix-type people. We are born with a magical spirituality, able to perceive the psychology of others and understand the nature of each person. That's why I know you'll cry after reading this."

Oh... then why don't I have that ability? (The note doesn't contain any further information.)

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