Looking back on his monotonous life, Yinglong felt more and more bored, always expecting a little surprise.

He has long been a regular employee of the company, but because he is still young, his salary is not high, but he has developed a habit of smoking and drinking after work.

If it had been before, Yinglong would have been resolutely opposed.

In the past, when he saw his father smoking and drinking, he would feel disgusted or even avoid the bad smell.

Now Yinglong is actually in love with smoking and drinking like his father, and even he himself is surprised.

However, he also seemed to understand a little, why did his father sometimes stay quietly in the house and smoke in a daze, is it a kind of loneliness?

Now he often sits at home, smoking and drinking alone, looking at the ceiling and thinking about his thoughts alone.

No one came to bother, and there was no extra noisy background, just a person who stayed there quietly thinking about something.

Many things have no beginning or end, and they are like floating clouds that sweep through my mind.

Sometimes I sigh even when I think about it, and I feel like I want to shed a few tears.

But the tears disobediently flowed down from the corners of the eyes like raindrops, and then fell on the half-used pillow, slowly seeping into the pillowcase, spreading in circles, rendering into small gray round spots, and the cheeks were cold.

Yinglong sometimes thinks that maybe he will be in a better mood after a while. However, time has passed month after month, and he has already thought about it except for the unexpected.

Life has not improved as expected, and it is still a two-point-one-line step-by-step manner.

Every day after work, I come home and take care of everything, and life begins again and again in the passage of time.

Yinglong doesn't want to become boring and boring in his daily life, and sometimes goes to the bookstore to buy some novels and come back to read, wanting to feel a little fun in ordinary life and seek spiritual comfort in boring days.

When he saw those research books, he suddenly had the idea of research, hoping to make some progress from then on and prepare for the future.

But what I didn't expect was that the life around me was slowly changing with the pace of Yinglong.

One day, Yinglong had done most of his work near noon and was leaning against the door and smoking.

An eldest sister surnamed Wang in the company called Yinglong aside and asked him in a low voice: "Yinglong, do you have a girlfriend, do you want me to introduce a beautiful woman to you?"

Yinglong was taken aback at first, "Is Sister Wang making fun of me?" Why did you suddenly care about my personal problems?"

He blinked, then settled down, thought for a while and replied, "Oh, I haven't it yet, Sister Wang, why are you asking this?"

"I have a friend whose colleague is good-looking, and I haven't found a boyfriend yet, so why don't I introduce you to each other, what do you think, would you like it?"

Sister Wang smiled mysteriously.

"Well, that's right, well, let's get acquainted first, I'm idle right now anyway. ”

Yinglong thought about it, although he was a little hesitant, but now he is idle, it is better to agree to Sister Wang to introduce a girlfriend to meet him, anyway, I don't know what will happen in the future.

"Is that woman good-looking, is her character good?"

Yinglong smiled slyly with some curiosity.

Sister Wang glanced at Yinglong and comforted him: "Don't worry, Sister Wang's introduction is right, how is the other party, you will know when you meet!"

"Okay then, let's talk about it, when are you going to set it?"

Yinglong suddenly felt a little happy and curious.

Sister Wang puffed up her chest and patted Yinglong's shoulder: "Without further ado, at seven o'clock tonight, you can arrange a karaoke and sing together!"

“OK！”

Yinglong felt that there was no problem, so he readily agreed.

"Then, Yinglong, if you succeed, you have to treat you!"

Sister Wang was joking, looking at Yinglong with blazing eyes.

"That's for sure! Sister Wang, do you need to say this? I'm not a stingy person. ”

Yinglong raised his head and patted his chest, with a heroic spirit.

"Then Yinglong, you can arrange it, I'll do things first. ”

After speaking, Sister Wang turned around and left.

Yinglong watched Sister Wang leave, then thought about it carefully, and couldn't help muttering.

He usually doesn't pay much attention, how could this Sister Wang notice him? and is so enthusiastic about introducing his girlfriend to him, does it look like he looks good, and he is probably worthy of the audience, as for nonsense such as character, there is no need to say more.

With that in mind, Yinglong walked outside the gate, took out another cigarette, lit it and took a few puffs.

In the evening, Yinglong had dinner, prepared carefully, changed into a blue jacket, black trousers, polished his leather shoes, and deliberately tightened his laces.

After preparation, he carefully carried a few hundred-dollar bills, put them in his wallet, stuffed them into the back pocket of his trousers, and buttoned them.

Then Yinglong walked to the arranged song hall to meet.

It's still early, and Yinglong has always been on time, so he decided to go out early.

He walked along, looking out at the blurred streetscape in the distance, which was still dark in the dim light of the streetlights, despite the neon lights flashing on the lintels of the shops on both sides of the road.

From time to time, the snow-bright headlights of the cars speeding by suddenly illuminate the pedestrians, and then instantly fall into darkness, illuminating the eyes of passers-by very comfortably.

Yinglong remembered the past, the past events he had experienced, their voices and smiles, joy and grievances, and occasionally lingered in his mind.

Although the details are blurred, those clips still make him feel emotionally late at night.

Many of the past have faded away, and the details have long since been reduced to fragments.

It's like a drunken "fragment", forgetting everything for a while, but occasionally remembering some past events at some point, but Yinglong already feels a little unbelievable.

However, these past events are already in the past, but now I can't let go of them for a while.

Those memories are like faded old diaries, and although the handwriting has become blurred, the strokes are still there, and it only takes some effort to make them clear.

Thinking so, Yinglong's vision became a little blurry, but he didn't shed half a tear.

He shook his head, as if to throw these thoughts out of his mind like an old object.

By the time he had settled down, he had crossed the crosswalk line to the other side of the road and walked towards the karaoke street not far away.

He suddenly understood: the past is gone, and the traces left are just some memories, but now he is still remembering, whether it is a little decadent.

Maybe I don't know how many memories I have in my life, these things exist in the depths of memory like old photos, but life is life, and there is no need to always immerse myself in memories.

Maybe when everyone is reminiscing, it is like picking up flowers at sunset, picking up pieces of forgotten colorful shells on the beach for a long time, and playing carefully with them in their hands. It's like behind every photo, there is an unforgettable smell left behind.

It's just that with the passage of time, no one can go back to the past and rewrite history.

Yinglong instantly understood that even the mistakes and frustrations in the past were difficult to remedy now, so when he woke up from his memories, he categorically found that as long as he grasped the moment and cherished the relatives in front of him.

Memories are unforgettable, but they only represent the past.

Yinglong understands that it is impossible for him to travel through time and space to make up for his past mistakes, let alone go back in time and relive all the frustrations.

He is convinced that only by living in the present moment and fulfilling his life can he live his best self.

Yinglong saw many people walking in groups along the way, walking towards the karaoke street.

There were also people speeding through the streets in small cars.

It has always been a popular place for young people to make friends.

In the roadside song hall, someone holds a microphone and sings a popular song loudly.

Although many people can't sing all five notes, this does not affect their emotional performance. It seems that with the accompaniment of music, they are more able to forget their troubles, throw all their unpleasant feelings out of the clouds with the roaring accompaniment, and find their true selves even in imperfect singing.

The words that you can't say and don't want to say are all contained in the lyrics on the screen, and they are just borrowed from the music that plays slowly.

Regardless of whether it feels real or not, whether it is true or not, it will not affect their emotional venting.

The song hall is like a good place to forget and heal, so this small street is full of people drinking a glass of "forgetfulness water" day and night, and looking for the once forgotten self in the music resonance.

Many people poured into the roadside song halls, and rows of cars and motorcycles were neatly arranged in the open space. The neon lights on the gatehouse of the cabaret are constantly flickering, and it seems that there is a wonderful world hidden here.

Several middle-aged men who looked like bosses greeted the red men and green women who came to sing at the door, and they all greeted each other with smiles.

The waiter who delivers the tea is busy inside and outside the door, and it seems that business here is good.

Yinglong walked along the street in search of a song hall called "Moon Half Bend".

This cabaret is not difficult to find, it is located in the middle of the road, and business has always been good.

Yinglong asked a colleague for a phone number and booked a private room, so as long as he arrived on time

Finish. He told Sister Wang the name of the song hall so that they could arrange a time to arrive in advance.

Walking nearby, Yinglong felt a little thirsty, so he bought a bottle of pure water to moisten his dry throat.

It turned out that Yinglong was in a bit of a hurry, and his mouth was a little dry. In addition, smoking makes you more likely to be thirsty.

He looked at his watch, there were still about ten minutes left, and he didn't know if Sister Wang and her party had arrived at the song hall.

If he didn't arrive, he planned to go in first and wait, so that he could familiarize himself with the environment, and by the way, he ordered some snacks such as snacks and drinks to prepare, and when they came, they could eat and chat.

Yinglong didn't know what kind of girl the heroine tonight was, it seemed a little mysterious, he kept guessing whether he was beautiful or not, whether it was big eyes, long hair, or a little chubby.

Sister Wang refused to disclose the details before, and it seems that she intends to surprise Yinglong.

What kind of surprise was waiting for him, Yinglong unconsciously showed a smile on his face.

He hoped that he would not be disappointed tonight, and that there would be no negligence, lest he lose his proportions.

So Yinglong cheered up and tried to behave better. He thinks that you must not let people look down on you, you must know that he Yinglong is not something that can be sent casually, after all, he is also a man who stands up to the sky.

Yinglong drank the water in the bottle in one go, and the person was much more energetic.

Because of the walking distance, a layer of fine sweat quietly appeared on the forehead, but under the blowing of the evening breeze, the body was much more comfortable.

Yinglong straightened his clothes and hair, rested for a while, and walked towards the door of the song hall.