Interview background: The girl who sent this e-mail did not leave a name, and after reading the whole story, I named her Qiushui. Because, the woman who is gradually presented in the story in three dimensions should be a girl with bright eyes, autumn waves, avant-garde appearance, and classical heart.

I'm coming from spring

You said in the fall that you were going to separate

Say yes, don't grieve for you

But how can the mood be unharmed

……

I want to ask if you dare

Love me like you said

I want to ask if you dare

Crazy about love like me

- Liu Ruoying, "Crazy for Love"

I love this song and love to be in a quiet bar, pretending that nothing matters, and singing softly. The applause after singing is always expected. For a sensible man, his eyes will also become ambiguous. As a result, I had a lot of opportunities to drink free alcohol. I wouldn't be in the same bar for a week. So, in every bar I've ever been to, I've always popped up and disappeared.

The name of this bar is "House of Water". Concise and generous. I like the style. Nearby is a university, mostly college students who come here, and my baby face doesn't make me feel like I'm an outlier. I envy their youth. Even, I envy that they can keep changing girlfriends and boyfriends. And I, can only sing, the only song. Suddenly I felt pitiful. I don't know who I'm grieving for, and no one has told me to part in the fall.

After singing, I quietly hid in a dark corner and smoked. A man came up to me with a bottle of wine, and he was called a man because I saw him in a different way of looking at the others. "Miss, my friend said you could drink this bottle!" he walked over, his voice gentle. I smiled at him, "What do you think?" and he smiled at the bottle. I picked up the bottle and drank it all in one gulp. He looked at me in amazement.

His name is Ji. On that night, Ji easily captured me with a bottle of beer and a look.

In the future, I will only sing the song "Crazy for Love" to Ji alone. He wouldn't let me drink any more. I didn't even think about agreeing, if I love someone, I will be willing to give. To compensate me, he took me for coffee. The shopkeeper was a little surprised when he first looked at me. Ji clasped my hand. It was obvious that he knew the shopkeeper well.

Ji helped me pull a strand of long hair behind my ear and asked me, is it good?

Well. Very fragrant and sweet. Biting the straw and sucking the black-brown coffee, my heart is sweet.

I stuck out my tongue and said to him, "Ji, it's a little bitter." He scratched my nose and called me naughty. With him, his personality has changed a lot, lively and cheerful. Hold him, lie to kiss him. pestered him, asking him to say that he loved me for 10,000 years, and then laughed happily together. Happiness can be tapped.

Ji is a very moderated man, and he rarely gets drunk when he drinks. But I like a little bit of madness when he's drunk. Only when he was drunk would he hold me hard, lick my earlobe with his tongue, bite my teeth gently, and suck warmly on his lips. I like the way he's so close. He'll stroke my long hair and mumble, baby. He whispered inarticulately, "Won't let me leave him, be nice to me." Although the love story is normal, I am still happy.

After a lingering, I lay in his arms, my hand being held by him. I shake his hand, Ji, I love it when you call me baby. He suddenly let go of my hand and asked me, "Did I call you baby?" I smiled and nodded, and put my hand on his waist. Sudden. A wild kiss caught me off guard.

We still go to that little shop every afternoon for a cup of coffee. I pestered the shopkeeper to teach me. Because Ji likes to drink coffee here. So, I'm going to learn to make the best taste possible, so that Ji can't let go. So, when he wasn't at home, I often sneaked to the shop alone to learn how to make coffee.

One afternoon, the shopkeeper complimented me on my skills and said that I had surpassed him. It makes me beaming. It took me a whole afternoon to cook out Ji's favorite flavor. The strong smell of coffee fills our home with happiness.

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, I finally heard the sound of Ji opening the door. I was about to run over and hug him, only to find that he also had a cup of coffee in his hand, and the obvious smell of alcohol on his body. He kissed me on the lips and handed me the coffee. I told him to sit down and wait for me, and quickly brought out the coffee I had brewed, shook it in front of his eyes, and placed it with his cup, and loved each other.

He pulled me into his arms and repeatedly ran his fingers across my palms. The three threads in my palm are disorganized. The book says that people with this kind of palm print are confused in their feelings. I leaned against Ji's chest, but my heart was sweet. I only heard him say, baby, I remember that today is your birthday, and I will sing you a happy birthday song, okay? My heart is tight, my birthday has not yet arrived, is he so drunk that he even forgot what day my birthday is? I am a little angry. He went on to say, baby, do you remember when we went to coffee together three years ago?

My mind went blank, I had only known Ji for a year, where did I come for three years? He was really drunk.

The sensitivity of the woman told me that the baby in Ji's mouth was not me, but a woman who had been separated from him for three years and was still missing. I held back the sharp pain in my heart and helped him to the bed. Help him take off his shoes and socks and gently wipe his body with a towel. There are still faint marks on his body, purple kiss marks. I took a deep breath and lay down next to him, wrapping my arms around him. He turned his back to me, and I heard him whisper again, "Baby." "It's so clear. My tears ran silently down his broad back.

The two cups of coffee on the table didn't move. The coffee is getting cooler, and the taste is getting lighter and lighter.

Ji was still asleep and I decided to leave. When I walked into Ji's house, I brought the whole person and the whole soul, but now, only the tormented body remains.

I continued with my previous life. Sing the same song in the same bar for seven days. Just no more smoking, no more drinking. Even, ignore the man anymore. Just indulged in the atmosphere of the bar and sang "Crazy for Love" continuously.

"I want to ask you if you dare to love me like you said......" My tears fell.

"What the hell would you think of being crazy about love like me......" I couldn't stop crying.

The bar is surprisingly quiet. Reasonable men and women all looked at the woman on stage who sang "Crazy for Love", and wondered why she was so sad. I know. Calmly walk out of the bar, ignoring their curiosity.

I saw a note posted at the door of the bar, hehe, it was actually the lyrics of "Crazy for Love".

I've come from the spring/You said you were going to separate in the fall/Say yes, don't be sad for you/But how can the mood be okay/Why is it always like this/I hide you deep in my heart/I want to ask if you want to accompany me to the earth/If love is so sad/Why don't you let me share/You don't ask you and don't answer why you become like this/I want to ask if you dare/Love like you said/I want to ask if you dare/Crazy about love like me/Want to ask if you dare/Love me like you said/Crazy about love like me/ Like me/ What the hell would you think/

It's a pity that tomorrow I'm not going to sing sad songs in this bar. The next night, I switched to a different bar. As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw a note, which was still the lyrics of "Crazy for Love". Underneath the note, there is also a pointing arrow: 100 meters ahead. Another bar, another note. I frantically pressed the pointing arrows in desperation, passing through all my familiar bars down the street, and the last note read: "Go straight on the sidewalk and turn left for 200 meters." ”

It's the coffee shop I'm familiar with. My eyes are blurry. I gently pushed open the glass door, which was plastered with pictures of me and Ji, and my tears fell.

The shopkeeper saw me and walked over and handed me a cup of coffee. "You look like a baby. He suddenly said, "Ah, do you know the baby?" and I begged the shopkeeper to tell me what was going on.

It turns out that the baby is Ji's ex-girlfriend, and they met at this coffee shop. Three years ago, a car accident took the baby's life. Since then, Ji has never had a girlfriend, and often comes here alone, orders a cup of coffee, and sits for a long time. Later, he saw me at the bar and was amazed at how much I looked like my baby. A love affair begins here.

The first time he brought me to the coffee shop, the owner thought I was a baby. The owner took out a photo from the cash register and handed it to me. In the yellowed photo, the baby really looks like me.

I'm jealous for a woman in heaven. I asked the owner, and I asked myself, does Ji love me, or does he love the baby, or does he just see me as a shadow of the baby?, "If he didn't love you, he would have gone to so much trouble to get you here from the bar?" "But ...... "When he was drunk, he called out to the baby of heaven." "Forget feelings, forget that it takes time to be alone, the baby is just the past of the soldier, and you are the present and future of the soldier. You see, my shop is also plastered with your pictures by him. He just wants you to know that he loves you now, he wants you to be happy, he wants you to know that you can be crazy about love, and so can he. The shopkeeper's words were serious.

"Where's Ji?" I asked softly. The shopkeeper laughed, behind you. I turned around, and Jiichi hugged me.

"I'm sorry!" Ji said clearly, hugging me. I was in his arms, choked up and couldn't say anything.

"I love you!" Ji's affirmative words made me so reassured.

He carefully cupped my face and kissed my tears. Let me give a future with love, okay?

Jiaxue Comments: If a woman's love only has output and no input, then this woman is not far from withering. Women are sensual, so women need more care, pampering, attention, and praise. It's just that a sensual woman can't endure it for too long if she "outputs love and doesn't input". People's feelings are like being packed in a big jar, if you fall in love with someone, you can only export energy outward, if he doesn't give you enough supplies, one day you will be exhausted, tired, disappointed and indifferent. If a man neglects his woman for a long time or there is always a past in his heart, the woman will begin to wither, not only in the body, but also in the mind. And withering is too cruel for a woman. So, man, please care for your noisy woman, and don't let her eyes be sad and full of tears. If you still care about her.