伴娘

我在参加完一位相识不久的朋友的婚礼，并且闹完洞房出来，这时天已经很晚了。

已经没有公交车回到家了，也没有地铁。

我决定打车，因为时间太晚了，出租车也极少。
我站在十字路口苦等。

十几分钟后，走来一个女孩，白裙如雪，一双黑带皮凉鞋，没有穿丝袜，一双白晰的脚纤长而性感。

“大哥，你回城吗？”她问。

我点头：“没错，我到XXX，你呢？”我正想和她说话，她倒先和我搭话了。
这种时候，女孩大都会紧张，主动和人说话其实就是紧张的表现。

女孩说：“我也是。
”

我笑了笑：“那我们可以拼车回去。
”

这时候，一辆出租车驶来，我请女孩先上车，她在后座位置坐了，我略犹豫一下，也坐在后座上。

“你回去得这么晚，在这边有什么事？”我没话找话地问。

“今天参加一个朋友的婚礼，我是伴娘。
在新娘身旁站了一天，累得脚脖儿都疼。
”女孩说。

我知道这天这边只有朋友一家办婚事，也清楚地知道，我朋友即没请伴郎，也没请伴娘。

我好奇地问：“你那位朋友叫什么名字？”

女孩说出了我朋友与新娘的名字。

这怎么可能，我根本就没有看到新娘旁边的伴娘！

我不想戳破女孩谎言。

等到出租车到地方后，她冲我微笑摆手，然后下了车。
我看着她的背影消失在夜色中。

三天之后，朋友打来电话，声音枯涩沙哑。

我问：“人生三大快事，新婚大喜是其一，可是我听声音你怎么一点也不快乐？！”

朋友说：“我前一个女朋友，在我新婚的前一晚，跳河死了！”

Introduce:I am attending an acquaintance before long the friend's wedding, and be troubled by be over bridal chamber comes out, at this moment day already very late.
Had returned the home without the bus, also do not have the subway.
I decide to take a taxi, because time is too late, the taxi is few also.
I stand in crossroad to wait painstakingly.
After ten minutes, go a girl, white skirt is like snow, a pair of black sandals that take a skin, did not wear filar socks, the crural minute of clear of one double blank is long and sexy.
"Eldest brother, do you answer a city? " she asks.
I nod: "Right, I arrive XXX, you? " I am thinking and she talks, she accosted with me first.
This kind of moment, the girl is cosmopolitan nervous, talking actively with the person is nervous expression actually.
The girl says: "I also am.
" I laugh: "Then we can spell a car to go back.
" at that time, a taxi sails come, I ask the girl to get on a car first, she sat in backlash position, my slightly hesitates, also sit on backlash.
"You go back so late, in here what thing is there? " I do not have a word to look for word ground to ask.
"Attend the wedding of a friend today, I am a matron of honour.
In the bride beside stood one day, the tired neck that get a foot ache.
" the girl says.
I know this day here only the friend does marriage, also know clearly, my friend did not accompany man please namely, also did not ask a matron of honour.
I ask curiously: "You what does that friend call the name? " the name that the girl spoke my friend and bride.
How this is likely, I did not see a matron of honour on the side of the bride at all! I do not consider tear girl fairy tale.
When after the taxi reachs a place, she places a hand to my smile, left a car next.
I look at her back to disappear in the dim light of night.
After 3 days, the friend makes a telephone call, voice is dull and heavy and hoarse.
I ask: "Life 3 great a happening that gives great satisfaction or pleasure, newly-married great rejoicing is firstly, but I hear voice you how happy not at all? ! " the friend says: "A girlfriend, in the before one evening of my newly-married, commit suicide dead! Commit suicide dead!! 9217