Neither of my text messages, Moussa replied. Did he see it? Now, he should be immersed in the warm atmosphere of the upcoming wedding, and he will not think about anything else. But why did I send him such a message on purpose? What was I expecting?

In the past few days, I have been constantly examining the relationship between emotion and reason, and I have kept asking myself, am I doing the right thing, am I really listening to my heart? am I sure I will not regret it? I have questioned myself over and over again, and I have strengthened my heart with strong answers over and over again. But today, all the forced composure collapsed again in front of these two unanswered messages.

As time passed, our guilt, self-blame, and nervousness gradually turned into a strong sadness. The lights of the bar were lit up, floating in the chaos of music, pouring my fragile emotions.

Tired of Truth or Dare, Edward and Lian Pian walked onto the dance floor hand in hand, a small bar that was not as guarded as Barasdi's, and they danced unbridled and had fun without being scolded for physical intimacy. There was a smell of * floating in the air, a sad soup, it was their*, or mine*. The beat was beating with grace, and the bar singer was playing the last time I heard "desertrose", and I remembered Moussa's face and the lingering kiss in the sandstorm, and suddenly hid my face and wept.

"Are you alright?" I was startled by the bear, who sat beside me, very honest, not moving his hands and feet, and not flamboyant like Edward.

I took a sip of wine and said incoherently, "I'm just a little sad." ”

"Are you out of love?" he asked in a daze, I choked my throat, I don't know where to start, I don't have love, why do you fall out of love? I didn't want to answer, but I heard him say here, "I'm also out of love." ”

"Huh?" I turned my head in surprise, and it was always comforting to find a similar mood at this point.

Little Bear whispered, "It's because I've been in a slump recently that Edward wants me to come over with me today." Actually, I wasn't in the mood at all. He took a sip of wine, clinked glasses with me, and smiled, "I was worried that you would pester me, but you didn't even look at me, and I was relieved." ”

I was slightly stunned, then laughed, filled the empty glass with wine, and touched it again and again. And let us numb our minds with wine 'essence', for this night of grief and 'desire', for this madness and trembling hearts.

A two-person drink is better than a one-person drink, and I quickly got into a state of drinking. In a vague way, a thought was churning in his mind, that Mosa was going to get married tomorrow, and he was going to get married. The thought made me feel a piercing ache, and the pain prompted me to drink more wine, which in turn reminded me of the past. The cycle repeats itself, and there is no liberation.

I hadn't been so drunk for a long time, and vaguely, I seemed to see the figure of Moses. He stood not far from me, staring at me, dressed in handsome civilian clothes, without the imprisoned white robe, what a sweet dream.

I gave the bear a handful and said cheerfully, "Drink and drink, I want to see better." ”

"See what?" he didn't understand, his eyelids were about to close.

"Look at him. I pointed ahead, and when I saw that there was no one there, I 'rubbed' and 'rubbed' my eyes, but there was still no, and I quickly poured myself a glass of wine, trying to look at him again through the hallucination, and the wine glass was close to my mouth, and before I could enter it, it was snatched away.

I was a little annoyed, and I was about to complain about the bear, but someone pulled me up. Looking back in a daze, the golden-brown eyes, the long curled eyelashes, and the well-contoured face were not Mouses.

Am I dreaming? Or is it a mirage after getting drunk? For a moment, a kind of melancholy and bitterness that my soul has been broken, my dreams have been lost, and my intestines have been broken, and I can't help but hold on to the hem of his clothes and throw myself into his arms desperately. The warm breath wafted slowly, and it was so real to the touch.

"You're here. I murmured softly.

"I'm coming. His voice was a little angry, "Why are you drunk like this? I'll send you back, can you stand firm?"

"No, you can't. "I actually played tricks, hanging softly on him, what I was afraid of, anyway, it wasn't true.

"Don't do that, try to stand up straight. He patted me on the shoulder and straightened my body, and the force of the domineering force made my arm sore, and I regained a sense of consciousness.

Wipe my eyes, he is still there, his ears are leaning against his 'chest', and I can even hear the sound of my heart beating, I lingered in his arms, I still couldn't believe it, and sobbed: "It's really here?"

"Really. Even in such a bar, he didn't dare to let me hold me for too long, nudged me lightly, and asked again, "Can you stand firm?"

The sound of confusion was in my ears, and the smell of hot water was blowing, and in the nudge, my mind finally realized that Moses had really come. But consciousness is conscious, and my body is still soft and shaky, like a floating duckweed, unable to find the center of gravity and foundation.

Moses sighed helplessly, took my arm, and asked me, "Do you want to talk to them?"

"Speak?" I muttered, turning my head to see that Edward and Lian Pian were dancing heartily, not paying the slightest attention to the situation on our side. The little bear was already dazed, squinting slightly, holding an empty wine glass in his hand, shaking at me, unconsciously inciting his 'lips' and tongue: "You go, I know......"

Hearing this, I nodded mechanically and let Mosa take my arm forward. He kept his head low, as if he was afraid of being seen, and finally walked to the 'door', and the waiter opened the 'door' of the bar for us.

The bar was in the corner of a large shopping mall, and as soon as the bright light seeped out, my consciousness immediately came back to consciousness. The effect of the law is amazing, and this is in Dubai, and if I staggered out, I'm afraid I'll be in the police station after a while. I couldn't let Mousa hold me so closely, a few meters away from him, and keep telling myself in my heart that I couldn't go to jail, I couldn't go to prison, I had to walk in a straight line with my head held high and my chest high, trying to look like a normal pedestrian.

My hands and feet trembled slightly, my mind was numb, my eyes were wide open, and my nerves were so tense that I didn't dare to blink. Wanton drunkenness is to numb the nerves, but here, I have to force myself to wake up from my fainting thoughts. Drunk in the clear, clear in the bitter, even a drunk Fang Xiu can not solve the worries, I only feel that my mind is 'chaotic', and I can no longer think about anything.

I don't know how long I walked, but when I finally arrived at the parking lot, the cool breeze blew and blew to the bones, and I got into Moussa's car and locked the two of them in a confined space again. He didn't rush to start the car, took my cold hand, passed the warm temperature to me, and was silent and held his breath.

My mind has regained some clarity, but my voice is still soft, "Why are you here?"

"You called me. He was calm, angry.

I heard the displeasure in his voice, biting my lip, and the sadness of self-blame, shame, and disgust came to me. Almost suddenly, two lines of tears welled up: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... I'm not supposed to 'mess' you with games. The whimper, in the wind, in the air in the car, choked softly, "Later, I sent you a second message, telling you not to come, you may not see it......" My voice became smaller and thinner, and gradually 'lost' the sound line.

Mosa was still holding my hand, but gradually it tightened up, and after a long time, the strength of his hand suddenly shifted, and he finally answered in a low voice: "I know, I saw it." I saw both text messages at the same time. ”

He spat out, and I froze.

In a daze, I raised my head in a daze, looked at this handsome and calm face in the moonlight, and asked him with trembling, "Then why are you still here?"

In my gaze, Mosa's clear eyes, looking tenderly at the hand in the palm of his hand, whispered, "I pretended not to see." ”

I opened my mouth in a daze, not knowing what to do.

Moussa sighed and tightened his grip on my big hand, "I'm just ...... I just want to make excuses for myself. ”

A very simple and simple sentence, but I didn't feel wetness welling up in my smiling eyes. In the small space, his eyes are like a deep lake, very, very bright, very, very gentle. My heart is also drowned in this lake, sinking and not struggling.

I lowered my eyes and quietly looked at my hands held by him, and heard him exhale deeply and whisper: "I'm angry, I'm angry that you drank so much wine, and drinking is a great sin, even if you drink, you must be temperate." Promise me not to do this in the future, okay?"

The gentle voice was in my ears, ethereal and lingering, I didn't feel the sound of sobbing, and I couldn't stop nodding: "Okay, good ......" One fell lower than the other, and my heart sank deeper and deeper.

Feeling my hand gradually warm, Moussa finally 'pulled' out the big hand that was holding me and turned to start the car: "I'll take you back to the hotel." ”

"What about you?" I asked him, closing my eyes.

His throat choked and seemed a little dry: "I, of course I want to ...... back"

"Take me back to my room. I interrupted him softly, staring blankly ahead.

He paused, fell silent, and for a long time, let out a deep "um" in a hoarse voice.

The night 'color' is like thick ink, and the car gallops on the wide avenue, filtering out the 'color' of the bustling scene. I hope this is a long and endless road, let us close ourselves in this small space, enjoy each other's rich and thin breath, never, never, never arrive tomorrow.