03

It's a gamble to like it, and someone wins a lot of money, and there is no one in ten thousand. Someone loses all their blood, nine times out of ten.

But what I'm afraid of is that the person who lost always thought that he could turn it over. Bet on your net worth, block your dignity, block your blood, and block your last willingness.

Everyone who goes to the table feels like they're the one who makes the difference.

Winning or losing is not just a matter of destiny and luck, often the dealer is the one who ultimately decides whether you can win or not, and whether you can win to the end.

There are wins and losses in life, and the same is true for relationships.

After three rounds of wine, Ma Ken took Chi Xiaosa to toast all over the table, whoever drank it was a toast, the amount of wine was exceptionally good today, and the wine was exceptionally good, and those who came did not refuse.

Ran sat at the table of the old classmates, and Ma Ken drank with the whole table one by one, and everyone said a happy wedding to you before drinking. Shi Manman wanted to have a drink with Chi Xiao alone, but was shirked by Macken, although Chi Xiao whispered that he could drink a little, but Mark still refused.

Someone coaxed this and said, Lao Ma, your daughter-in-law is too much in charge, you weren't like this before. Someone pulled him and motioned him not to talk nonsense.

Ma Ken didn't care, he smiled and took a bite for Chi Xiao, and staggered over the cup for Shi Manman to see, and Shi Man shrugged his shoulders.

Ran subconsciously wanted to help Ma Ken, who had obviously drunk too much, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he saw Chi Xiao holding his arm, nervous and worried. In order to hide his abruptness, Ran picked up the wine and looked at her strangely, and Ma Ken also looked at her, with a deep, deep sadness hidden in Chi Xiao's eyes.

Facing Marken's gaze, she suddenly panicked, and said as if explaining: "Then, you, you all know, I can't drink enough, you me at will." All right. ”

She could feel that it was true that Marken was in a staggering state, it was true that he drank too much, but not when he was drunk, and she knew how much he was drinking. Marken's gaze seemed a little flustered, a little confused, but very clear, she knew that Marken knew that she could see his state.

He's pretending to be drunk, and he really wants to get drunk.

So she looked at him no more.

"Okay, I'll do it, you feel free. ”

Ran didn't clink glasses with Ma Ken, but just tilted the cup slightly: "I wish you happiness." The light tea stopped, his lips were a little wet, but he didn't drink a sip.

Marken drank it and cleared it in one gulp. From the beginning of the banquet to the present, for the first time, I dried the wine with my eyes closed, and my mouth passed through my throat, it was very bitter, bitter to the stomach, like fireworks in the heart, and dense crumbs pierced the heart one by one.

When I opened my eyes, I was drunk again, shaky, confused, but I still politely kept smiling, laughing heartily, laughing happily all over my body, except for the eyes that I couldn't see clearly.

Ran looked at Marken who was walking towards the next table, he started to get drunk and hazy since he just drank a few glasses, and he didn't fall down until now, when will you really get drunk.

Shi Man poured a glass of water and handed it to Ran Jingquan: "I thought you couldn't drink this glass of wine, and you couldn't say this." ”

She glanced at Shi Manman, and said casually: "Why do you want to say no, I wish him 03."

It's a gamble to like it, and someone wins a lot of money, and there is no one in ten thousand. Someone loses all their blood, nine times out of ten.

But what I'm afraid of is that the person who lost always thought that he could turn it over. Bet on your net worth, block your dignity, block your blood, and block your last willingness.

Everyone who goes to the table feels like they're the one who makes the difference.

Winning or losing is not just a matter of destiny and luck, often the dealer is the one who ultimately decides whether you can win or not, and whether you can win to the end.

There are wins and losses in life, and the same is true for relationships.

After three rounds of wine, Ma Ken took Chi Xiaosa to toast all over the table, whoever drank it was a toast, the amount of wine was exceptionally good today, and the wine was exceptionally good, and those who came did not refuse.

Ran sat at the table of the old classmates, and Ma Ken drank with the whole table one by one, and everyone said a happy wedding to you before drinking. Shi Manman wanted to have a drink with Chi Xiao alone, but was shirked by Macken, although Chi Xiao whispered that he could drink a little, but Mark still refused.

Someone coaxed this and said, Lao Ma, your daughter-in-law is too much in charge, you weren't like this before. Someone pulled him and motioned him not to talk nonsense.

Ma Ken didn't care, he smiled and took a bite for Chi Xiao, and staggered over the cup for Shi Manman to see, and Shi Man shrugged his shoulders.

Ran subconsciously wanted to help Ma Ken, who had obviously drunk too much, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he saw Chi Xiao holding his arm, nervous and worried. In order to hide his abruptness, Ran picked up the wine and looked at her strangely, and Ma Ken also looked at her, with a deep, deep sadness hidden in Chi Xiao's eyes.

Facing Marken's gaze, she suddenly panicked, and said as if explaining: "Then, you, you all know, I can't drink enough, you me at will." All right. ”

She could feel that it was true that Marken was in a staggering state, it was true that he drank too much, but not when he was drunk, and she knew how much he was drinking. Marken's gaze seemed a little flustered, a little confused, but very clear, she knew that Marken knew that she could see his state.

He's pretending to be drunk, and he really wants to get drunk.

So she looked at him no more.

"Okay, I'll do it, you feel free. ”

Ran didn't clink glasses with Ma Ken, but just tilted the cup slightly: "I wish you happiness." The light tea stopped, his lips were a little wet, but he didn't drink a sip.

Marken drank it and cleared it in one gulp. From the beginning of the banquet to the present, for the first time, I dried the wine with my eyes closed, and my mouth passed through my throat, it was very bitter, bitter to the stomach, like fireworks in the heart, and dense crumbs pierced the heart one by one.

When I opened my eyes, I was drunk again, shaky, confused, but I still politely kept smiling, laughing heartily, laughing happily all over my body, except for the eyes that I couldn't see clearly.

Ran looked at Marken who was walking towards the next table, he started to get drunk and hazy since he just drank a few glasses, and he didn't fall down until now, when will you really get drunk.

Shi Man poured a glass of water and handed it to Ran Jingquan: "I thought you couldn't drink this glass of wine, and you couldn't say this." ”

She glanced at Shi Man, and said casually: "Why say no, I wish him happiness What can't I say." ”

She smiled shallowly, smiling charmingly, indescribably bright and moving: "Although the wine is really hard to drink." ”

I wish you happiness is false, I wish you happiness is real.

Shi Man sighed, glanced at Ma Ken, who was still toasting and drinking, and then at Li Jiayi and Zheng Jing who were following behind him, from beginning to end, he kept a short distance from his table.

"All love is just an adventure, and some people walk on the ground and come easily. Some people climb mountains and mountains, trek through mountains and rivers. ”

"It's hard to be free in love. ”

Ran Jingqing's gaze never retracted, and what came from his ears was not the sound of the conversation of the people at the same table, but the endless congratulations that came from Ma Ken every time he arrived at a table.

Those voices should have sounded very familiar, very kind, and very warm, but now every time they sound, they are so harsh, so piercing, so sad.

This should have been said to us, what you said before, what you swore to say, your biggest dream is to marry me.

I believed it was, and it always was.

I originally thought that I could easily say it and wish you a happy marriage, but the result is that the word newlywed has not yet been spoken, so I am sad, and that sadness is that I feel that the man in front of me will really have nothing to do with me from now on, not that you have no chance, but that I have no chance. That sudden grievance and sadness, you don't know.

04

After the afternoon banquet, Chi Xiao went back to the hotel to rest. Ma Ken, Li Jiayi, Zheng Jinghe and Wu Sheng, who had only rushed back in the morning, the four of them who had drunk too much, were either lying on the sofa or slumped on the chair, drinking tea and sobering up.

The last time people were so together was four years ago, when I was a sophomore, before the Chinese New Year, we had dinner together, sang K all night, and everyone dispersed in the early morning, and agreed to see each other next time.

At that time, they said that they would see each other next time, and they agreed with each other very sure that they would meet again after the New Year, but in just a few days, after a Spring Festival holiday, they were caught off guard and said goodbye.

It's hard to see each other again.

The winter of that year was exceptionally warm, and there was not a single snowflake before the year, and only after the year did it begin to drift lightly in twos and threes, intermittently.

That day, Ran and Marken were drinking in a bubble tea shop, and Ran asked for a cup of bubble milk tea and a cup of taro milk tea for Macken.

The two of them sat in the booth by the window, and it was a cloudy winter day outside the window, Ran pouted, and muttered in a low mood: "Cloudy, cloudy, why is it cloudy every day, so it doesn't snow." ”

Ma Ken looked at Ran Qian, who lowered his head and drank something, and said slowly: "You just said this sentence yesterday." ”

The voice fell, and he added a sentence: "I also said it the day before yesterday." ”

Ran glanced at him with disgust: "It's cloudy, it's just not snowing." ”

Marken was unmoved, and continued to die: "You also said this sentence the day before yesterday, to be precise, you have been saying it since the winter vacation. ”

Ran was very unhappy and said willfully: "I don't care, it's snowing, it's snowing, why isn't it snowing?" ”

Marken calmly explained: "Why not snow, how do I know, I'm not a weather forecaster." ”

"You, Marken, why do you keep saying against me, if you follow me, you will die. ”

"I, okay, well, it's going to snow right away, it's going to snow right away, it's going to snow right away, it's going to rain today. All right. ”

"Hmph, perfunctory. Too lazy to take care of you. ”

Ran was lying on the table and tilted his head to sip his milk tea, looking out the window. "I can wait, it's always snowing. ”

When she said this, there was light in her eyes. There are expectations, there are longings, and there are fears and worries that appear out of nowhere.

Marken didn't deliberately irritate her verbally again, he suddenly remembered what the two of them had chatted about when they first got together.

Once, Ran Jingguan painted a picture in the studio, which was a painting of a group of monkeys, with a monkey king and a monkey grandson, as well as several monkey concubines, and she pointed out to Ma Ken who was who. As a result, Ma Ken stepped forward without changing his face, and brushed a few strokes to change the face of the entire painting, leaving only a monkey king and a monkey concubine.

was so blatantly altered when Ran was caught off guard, and Ran's whole person was about to collapse, this was her homework for a week. However, Ma Ken also said in a hearty manner, this Monkey King is himself, and this one is you. In my eyes, they are all rouge fans, and you are the only reason why I reject all temptations.

Ran didn't know if he should be angry, and looked at Ma Ken angrily and funny. What if you don't like me anymore.

There are no ifs, unless the small northern town we are staying in doesn't snow in the winter.

That year, they were twenty years old, and the second semester of their sophomore year was about to begin. Wu Sheng is still in this city, and Zheng Jing has not dropped out of school.

The winter had passed that year, and the snowflakes were finally scattered, and the two of them were still together, like glue.

Youth is just right

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