November 15, 2013, 2:11 a.m.

The wind swept the clouds, and also rolled up the starry sky and moonlight.

The night was quiet.

A van covered in mud with indistinguishable paint colors, with the windows open, and the singing from far and near, is Alan Tam's love that can't help...... You don't have to lose the pain, you have to enjoy the results, you say you love me, I say love can't help......

I remembered a question, checked with the fat boss, and asked, "Lao Wang must have happened six days ago?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" the fat boss carefully put the money into the iron box containing the moon cakes, and the color print on the box was already blurred.

After carefully stuffing the tin box into the cabinet under the newspaper magazine, he calmly replied: "It was November 9th, and I remember it very clearly, because it was my youngest son's birthday. At about 4 o'clock in the morning, I went to pick up Lao Wang's class early and asked him to help him arrive early in the afternoon, and I promised my youngest son to eat Pizza Hut to celebrate his birthday. Lao Wang then rode a battery car to the wholesale farmers' market to buy vegetables, and an accident occurred......"

Hearing this, I only felt that my heart was pounding, and my voice covered Alan Tam's singing.

I was on November 9th, at Lao Wang's place, bought "Xuancheng Daily", arrived at home at 4 o'clock, and then Lao Wang was hit by a truck and died.

On the way home by taxi, I saw a driver who looked exactly like Lao Wang?

Downstairs at my house, the security guard Lao Dong who greeted me said that he was not on duty that morning and had not seen me?

"Thank you," I asked the van driver who opened the door and moved down the morning newspaper, "What day is the month today?"

He had apparently not slept well for several nights in a row, and his eyes were bloodshot. Hearing my question, he looked at me in horror, as if he saw a monster approaching him step by step.

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My phone rang twice, and it was a WeChat message from "Na".

"Where are you, I'm so cold", Liao Liao numbers, without symbols.

I've seen a lot of strange things these days, and I've long been surprised that water and fire are invulnerable, and I replied handwriting on the phone screen with my middle finger: "Do you use punctuation?"

“?”“ Na" replied with a question mark.

"It turns out that you will, I still don't need punctuation in the world, just us. "I wrote casually that one of the skills in negotiation is not to follow the direction expected by the other party, to be imaginative, and to stun the opponent first.

"......" and "Na" replied with an ellipsis.

"Don't be afraid, we have eighteen layers of purgatory, each hotter than the other, not cold at all. I wrote.

"Na" replied with an exclamation point.

"When you came, remember that there was a spring on the road, and you couldn't drink it," I continued, writing as I wrote: "The name is Yellow Spring." ”

"Guess who I am?" "Na" asked me on WeChat, disrupting the rhythm.

I replied on WeChat: "It's cleaned up", no punctuation.

"Well, I'm down. "Na" WeChat replied.

I remember that before this, after this "Na" added me to WeChat, the princess of the song Irina, intentionally or unintentionally, pushed me with her elbow.

I don't need punctuation, because it can be understood that you have cleaned it well? It can also be understood that I have arrived home and cleaned up.

See how the other person responds, so as to determine the identity of the other party.

Since "Na" replied "I'm down", there is a chance that it is Jinsha's princess of the song.

Seeing that the temptation worked, I lit a cigarette with one hand, took a puff, held it between my index and middle fingers, and wrote briefly: "Supper?"

Na replied: "Night." ”

There is a tacit understanding, I like it, continue to write: "Hot pot?"

"Na" replied: "Okay." Where are you?"

"Newsstand", I sent WeChat.

"See, behind you. About a minute or so, I received a reply from "Na" on WeChat.

I happily looked back to see Irina, who had changed out of her uniform and was wearing a yellow and white loose long-sleeved T-shirt and a turquoise midi skirt, looking at me with a smile on her face.

She smiled, and a pair of playful and cute little dimples appeared on her cheeks, which was the bridge I expected.

The WeChat avatar of Irina's turquoise hat, the turquoise midskirt, the dark green tin house of the newsstand, and the dark green coat of the fat boss, a little green tonight.

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November 15, 2013, 2:19 a.m.

The streetlight slanted on a vintage bicycle parked on the side of the road, and the shadow was long.

On the middle road of Diezhang, it is a hot pot restaurant called "Accompanying the Capital Years". The environment is arranged in the style of the Republic of China, with tung oil-colored wooden pillars and old white walls.

"The people I met later were all like you, but they were not as good as you. ”

"It's not that I don't want anyone but you. It's just that I don't want anyone but you. ”

"There are many things in life that cannot be found, what is deliberately forced cannot be obtained, and what is not expected often comes unexpectedly. ”

The walls are blue, red, and black, with a few lines written deliberately and randomly.

The bright red oil of the thief at the adjacent table was boiling in the pot, bubbling and bubbling, and the heat was curling.

Through the glass near the window, I watched the night returnees in this city who were rushing for life......

I asked Irina with a pencil and a tick on the colorful one-page menu, "Bone pot, mushroom pot, or mandarin duck pot?"

Irina was still smiling, looking at me and saying, "I'll listen to you." ”

With a thought, how can it be the same line with Xiao Ji?

I quickly ticked on the small squares, mandarin duck pot, snowflake beef, mutton rolls, crispy hairy tripe, shrimp slippery, hand-beaten beef balls, mushroom platter, winter bamboo shoot slices, oil gluten, frozen tofu, duck blood, chicken hairy vegetables, 2 servings of secret seasoning......

He handed the menu to Irina and said, "Look, what else do you need?" ”

"It's too much, too much, and two people can't eat it. Irina said in a soft voice with a bit of coquettishness, "I eat them all, too much, let's remove a few." ”

I nodded with satisfaction, this is a way to observe whether the other party is a friend and undefeated, and at the same time prove that I am casual and straightforward and generous.

"It's okay, it's okay, you can eat it if you like it, it's full and it looks comfortable," I didn't mind, "What kind of wine do you drink?"

Irina hesitated and said, "Isn't it okay not to drink?"

"Of course," said my gentleman, "or coconut milk?"

Irina said, "I want to drink sour plum soup." ”

"Zhejiang?" I asked.

Irina nodded and said, "How do you know?"

"Mongolian, Zhejiang Yuyao is rich in bayberry. I ticked the box on the sour plum soup, ordered myself a draft beer, and said, "First of all?"

Irina replied again: "I listen to you." ”

I found a detail, from the time we met at the newsstand door to the present, Irina and I have not called each other. I don't like to call people by their English names, fake, and she hasn't called me Mr. Cao.

When the food was served, I looked for a topic: "I heard that this 'Companion Years' was opened by the princess of Jinsha in the past?"

"Well, I know, it's my little sister. Irina showed a little cheesy envy in her eyes, and said, "I found a guest, a local, and now I'm in good spirits." ”

I smiled and said, "This guest has booked your room and given you roses before, but he is a little old and a little sloppy in his dress......"

Irina was stunned, looked at me puzzled, and asked, "Do you know?"

I shook my head, the plot of the story is much the same, and life is not perfect.

Don't give it to you, others are very unhappy when they take it.

The characteristic of a hot pot restaurant is that a pot of soup comes up and waits for it to boil. Other ingredients are fresh, and they are placed on the table, and the taste depends mainly on this pot of soup.

Irina seemed to forget the jealousy and unhappiness brought to her by her little sister becoming the boss lady, and took photos of the hot pot with her mobile phone and posted it to Moments.

The little girl's unhappiness is forgotten before the food.

It's good to be young.