Tang Bai looked at the roof blankly, his heart was empty, he picked up the cigarette next to the bed and lit it, took a deep breath, and then felt his tense body relax;

Tang Bai shook his head and looked at the roof blankly.

The woman opened her eyes, glanced at Tang Bai, turned over and lay on Tang Bai's body, reached out to take the cigarette from Tang Bai's mouth, took a puff, and was choked by the smoke and coughed.

"Don't be reluctant if you don't smoke, you are a teacher, you have to set a good example for your students. ”

The woman smiled, put out the cigarette in the ashtray, and muttered in a somewhat whispering voice, "You're not my student." After speaking, he gently stroked Tang Bai's chest with his right hand and asked, "Why do men like to smoke after dinner?"

Tang Bai turned his head, looked at the woman and said, "Your husband has such a habit?"

The woman didn't care at all about talking about her husband while lying in bed with another man, and said: "He has a great addiction to smoking, he wants two packs of cigarettes a day, and he has said many times, but he just doesn't quit, because of this, he has quarreled many times." After speaking, he couldn't help but say, "Did Liu Hong also sleep with you?"

Liu Hong is her colleague.

Tang Bai looked at her with a faint smile and said, "You're not jealous?"

The woman said, "Why should I be jealous?"

Tang Bai smiled: "I don't understand, women can't tolerate their husbands cheating, but they don't care about their lovers?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and said: "Just like a commodity, the husband bought it by himself, the lover rented it, and bought it by himself, which really belongs to him; the rented things must be returned after all; can the relationship between the two be the same? Human nature has a kind of cheapness, what does not belong to oneself, you want to get it, and you don't know how to cherish it, just like this wedding cigarette, the firewood, rice, oil and salt in life, you are constantly suppressed, making people want to escape, want to indulge." After speaking, he sighed and said: "Women need to rely on after all, and husbands and wives may not have passion, but after living for a long time, they will have family affection for each other, and no one wants their dependence to be snatched away by others." To be honest, you're not too young, you should find a girl to start a family. ”

"For the sake of a single hair, give up the whole 'forest'. ”

After Tang Bai finished speaking, his eyes looked under the woman.

The woman coquettishly punched Tang Bai, got up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom.

"I'll be gone, and if I go back late, my mother-in-law will have to stay long-winded for half the night. ”

Tang Bai smiled: "Mandarin duck bath?"

The woman didn't reply, "you!" and then went into the bathroom and closed the door, revealing a blurry figure on the frosted glass.

Tang Baiyi was excited, and lit the cigarette again.

Tang Bai is a pessimist, he feels that he has a pair of invisible eyes that can see through the hypocrisy of human nature. He felt like a rat, living in a dark, damp world.

In this world, everyone is hypocritical, saying insincere things and doing things that they can't help themselves.

After taking a shower, the woman walked out naked, picked up her clothes and pants from the bedside, and put them on as if nothing happened; seeing Tang Bai hiding on the bed and not moving, she couldn't help but say: "Cover the quilt, don't catch a cold." ”

Tang Bai threw away the cigarette and said, "I'll go wash it too, and then go home." ”

The water flowed from the top of his head, and Tang Bai felt that the water was washing away the stains on his soul. He doesn't like other people's wives, he just likes the pleasure of watching people betray morality.

His heart was dark, just as he loved the night.

He never judged a person morally.

Morality is an invisible net, binding to the freedom of people's hearts, judging the good and evil in life; Tang Bai does not have the courage and strength to break free, but he has been struggling in the net, like a fish that wants to leave the water, even if it will die if it leaves the water.

"I remember the date with Xiao Deng the day after tomorrow, and I told her okay. ”

A woman's voice came from outside the door.

Xiao Deng is a colleague of a woman, an old girl, but she has a gentle temperament and looks delicate, and she wanted to introduce Xiao Deng to Tang Bai at the first sight.

Tang Bai is a quiet person, arrogant in his bones, always likes to keep his distance from others, this is an insecure man.

It's a perfect lover.

But definitely not a qualified husband.

The woman is very sensible, she understands the man, the woman wants to change him, and the family is the second maturity of the man's character.

The weather in October has become colder, and the drizzle of the previous two days has made this autumn even colder, and the dim street lamps look lonely, just like the mood of Tang Bai.

He was originally lonely, even if he stayed in the lively crowd, he could feel the coldness in his heart.

The distance from Renmin Road to Shuangjiang Bridge is not far, and Tang Bai walks very slowly, so that he will feel that time flies quickly.

There are fewer pedestrians, fewer cars, and in this kind of weather, everyone likes to have a family at home with a stove and watch TV. He seemed to see such a scene, just like the little match girl in Hans Christian Andersen's pen, the only difference was that he did not envy it.

Tang Bai felt like a contradictory person, like a feeling of home, longing and fear. Maybe it's because he was an orphan since he was a child and didn't enjoy the warmth of home.

The street lamp at the Shuangjiang Bridge was broken, but there was a light on the bridge deck, and under the lamp sat a gray-haired 'fake' Taoist priest. Wearing a somewhat thin gray robe, he shivered slightly in the wind.

A sun umbrella, a table, two stools, and a boxy wooden board, pasted with red paper, on which a big gossip was drawn, writing the Book of Changes, the Four Pillars, the name, and the feng shui.

Tang Bai often crossed the Shuangjiang Bridge and often saw this old Taoist priest.

Tang Bai took out ten yuan from his pocket and put it on the Taoist priest's table.

He doesn't believe in fate, he just pities the hardships of life.

"Little layman, please sit down, I don't know if the layman is looking at his face, or telling fortunes, or taking a name?"

Tang Bai shook his head with a smile and said, "I am a materialist and don't believe in fate. ”

"There is a trajectory in the development of all things, and the fate of people is the same. ”

Tang Bai shook his head helplessly, he was really just pity, and it had nothing to do with fate.

Seeing that Tang Bai looked unbelieving and was about to leave, the Taoist priest seemed to be a little angry and said: "I, Li Dunyi, am the fifty-first generation descendant of Li Chunfeng, do you think that this Taoist will lie to you." ”

Tang Bai really didn't want to argue with him, and said: "I can't talk about cheating, I just want to go back early, they all say how happy the world is, but I feel that hell is more leisurely, whether it is life or death, but it is difficult to live in two different worlds! ”

The Taoist priest shook his head and said, "The layman still doesn't believe it! After speaking, he casually took the yellow talisman and handed it to Tang Bai.

Tang Bai smiled and put the yellow charm in his pocket.

Returning to the so-called home and looking at the empty house, Tang Bai felt that the house was colder than the street.

Tang Bai went to the study, picked up the pen and wrote a "Heart Sutra", but his heart was extremely chaotic, and he felt tired for no reason, and when he returned to the living room, he really didn't want to move, so he lay on the sofa, turned on the TV, and fell asleep not long after.

In a daze, he seemed to have traveled to another world, and some strange pictures kept flashing in his mind, intermittently, strangely with familiarity, as if something had happened and was inadvertently forgotten by himself. I know I'm dreaming, but I can't get out of my dream, this feeling is very strange, like experiencing a different life.

"You and I are mortals, born in the world, running around all day long, and not being idle for a moment。。。。。。。 ”

The phone rings, over and over again.

Tang Bai woke up from his sleep, rubbed his eyes, picked up the vibrating mobile phone from his clothes, looked at the caller ID, and couldn't help but pat his forehead before remembering that today was his birthday.

The call was from Ma Dongmei, his first love.

If he ever loved a woman, it must be Ma Dongmei.

The book says that men only love once in their lives, and Tang Bai thinks it makes sense.

But love is only a small part of life, because the biggest part is money. It is a matter of course for big fish to eat small fish, and it is also impossible to say that money buys love.

So Ma Dongmei married a rich man.

But they're still friends.

Liu Fatzi said that there is no such thing as a friend between a man and a woman.

But Tang Bai and Ma Dongmei are really friends, less passionate than lovers, and less blood friends than relatives.

There was deafening music on the phone, as well as Ma Dongmei's muffled voice.

Tang Bai knew that Ma Dongmei was drunk again, and this was not the first time Ma Dongmei had been drunk.

Tang Bai came out of the house, feeling that the street was even colder, he tightened his clothes, took a taxi to the Fuji bar in Nancheng, and then saw Ma Dongmei drunk at the bar.

Ma Dongmei was half-lying on the bar, watching Tang Bai coming, she smirked and laughed so hard that tears kept flowing.

Tang Bai looked at her quietly and said, "Are you drunk?"

Ma Dongmei nodded, shook her head again, wiped away her tears and said, "Happy birthday!" After speaking, she drank the liquor in her hand.

Tang Bai looked at the colorful lights, the different men and women, and the music of the high-pitched Bei, and he was a little disgusted; After settling the bill, he picked up Ma Dongmei and walked out of the bar.

Ma Dongmei was really drunk, and she vomited when she got out of the bar, as if she wanted to vomit out all the bitter water in her stomach.

Money and love are like fish and bear's paws, she chose money and sentenced love, and then married cigarettes sentenced her.

"Man, that's 。。。。。。 Bad, rich。。。。。。。 Man, ten。。。。。。 TM's has ten bad, moneyless men, ten 。。。。。。。 And maybe 。。。。。。 Two or three。。。。。。 One or two good ones. After Ma Dongmei vomited, she laughed loudly, screamed, and cried.

Tang Bai was a little heartbroken, he always thought that his feelings for her had calmed down and would not make waves again, but when he saw her tears, he felt that his heart was still very painful, he couldn't comfort her, what he could do was to send her home safely.

Ma Dongmei's home is very large and very luxuriously decorated, but it is as cold as Tang Bai's home.

As soon as she entered the house, Ma Dongmei habitually took out a bottle of foreign wine from the wine cabinet, two cups, and said with a smile: "Tang Bai, you want to drink, I want you to drink with me." ”

Tang Bai snatched the wine and wine glass, put it on the table, and said, "Dongmei, you are already drunk, don't drink it, take a bath, and sleep well." ”

Ma Dongmei sat on the sofa and muttered, "Sleep, yes, Tang Bai, you have to sleep with me." After speaking, he suddenly pounced on Tang Bai, pressed him on the sofa, and kissed him.

Tang Bai was very calm, let her keep kissing, looking at this once familiar woman, she actually felt a little strange.

The door suddenly opened, and a man appeared at the door, full of wine, looking at Tang Bai and Ma Dongmei at a loss, and then his eyes were like igniting oil and burning; he rushed into the living room like a devouring lion, grabbed Ma Dongmei's head, and roared: "TM slut, dare to bring a green hat to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will kill you." After speaking, he slapped Ma Dongmei in the face, then picked up the foreign wine on the table and smashed a bottle on Tang Bai's head.

The wine accompanied by blood flowed Tang Bai's face, dizzy, his eyes were stimulated by the liquor and blood to a hot pain, and when he saw it clearly, he saw that the man grabbed the fruit knife on the table and stabbed him in the chest. He didn't have time to react, he only felt a pain in his chest, and then his neck seemed to be cut open by a sharp weapon, and then he saw a pair of eyes that lost his mind, and he heard Ma Dongmei's scream, and then the whole world lost its light, the whole heaven and earth lost its sound, and he seemed to have fallen into endless darkness.

He knew that he was going to die, and at the moment of death, he suddenly remembered the old Taoist priest by the bridge, whose face was full of wind and frost, so clear.

Fate, is there really a track?