Have you ever seen a bar at two o'clock in the morning, where someone is dancing drunk, someone is drunk in the corner, someone pretends to be sober but is already drunk late at night? Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Back at home, we all slept and went back to our rooms. It wasn't until a little after one o'clock in the evening that I received a phone call with Wu Feng's name displayed on the phone screen, but the voice was not his.

I slept in a daze, and I didn't know when he went out. At first, I thought I was hallucinating, but why wasn't Wu Feng's voice showing Wu Feng's number?

The other side of the phone said to me helplessly: "Hello, may I ask, are you a friend of this owner?" yes, he's drunk, but he only has your number on his phone. ”

I was stunned for a few seconds, Hu Xiaodong has a mobile phone, and there is only my number in the mobile phone address book.

Sometimes, Wu Feng makes me feel very much like Kunyuan, and I am Lao Tie. It's also like Gong Xiaoyi, like my past. But he is also like Hu Xiaodong... But he's more like me once was...

They continued to ask me, "Excuse me, do you have time to come over?" I think this friend of yours needs you very much at this moment. ”

After hanging up the phone, I hurriedly changed into clothes, wrapped myself in a casual coat and went out.

Many times, we can hide from the night when we drink and sing, but we can't avoid the streets where no one is around. He was drunk at the corner of two intersections, and I actually needed alcohol to fall asleep.

These days, it's all about red wine as a sleeping pill. Gradually, the taste of red wine began to sink into the bone marrow.

I pushed open the door to the bar and saw him in the corner, unconscious, lying on the table. The ground was full of staggered bottles. I asked the waiter, "Is he all drinking?" ”

The waiter nodded. "Hmm."

I sat in the empty seat next to Wu Feng and ordered a bottle of wine to take a few sips.

Wu Feng shook his body and knocked my wine glass off at once, yelling at me with a mouth full of wine and confused eyes. "Who allowed you to drink?"

I looked at him lightly. "I'd love to! Use your tube? Am I getting you in the way of eating? Or sleeping? Or walking? ”

He suddenly laughed, and tears fell from his laughter. "Okay! Don't you want to drink, I'll drink with you! He couldn't sit still when he was drunk, but he still had to call the waiter over: "Bring me two more dozen drinks!" Full! ”

I don't stop him, he wants to go crazy and I accompany him.

I also laughed, wryly: "Sick!" It's what you want to drink! "I picked up a bottle of wine and blew it on my mouth." Yes! Drink! I'm with you! Drink as much as you want! That's it! ”

Every time I picked up a bottle of wine to drink, he would snatch it and drink it all. So, he was drunk, but I didn't.

We got drunk in the middle of the night, each with a ghost, and our faces were full of tears when we laughed...

He was lying on the table with his face hidden in his arms, so I couldn't see his expression, but I believed that he could hear everything I said.

I said, "Let's go home." He didn't speak.

I said, "You're drinking too much." Let's go home. You can't stay overnight in a bar, it's closed. He didn't react.

I got angry: "Wu Feng! Are you enough! What exactly do you want to do? ”

He turned to look at me, "I want you." Let's get married, Gu Ningdai. ”

"You've drunk too much. Causes delirium, doesn't it? ”

"How nice it would be if you were really drunk, and if you were drunk, the whole world and you would be mine."

"But your speech is no longer coherent, Wu Feng. You come back with me, get a good night's sleep, and if you have anything to say, you can tell me when you're awake. ”

"It's useless. You won't listen. I know you too well. ”

"I'll listen. But only if you come home with me. The shop is closing. Don't make a fuss, okay? ”

"If I listen to you, will you like me? So, that's fine, at least I can stay with you for a few more seconds..."

"Wu Feng, you really drank too much. It's true. ”

"I'm not drunk. I don't want to get drunk, because every glass of wine I drink, I look like you. ”

"Wu Feng, really, don't make trouble. Come home with me. ”

"Home? Whose house to go back to? Where is my home? I just want to go back to our home! ”

"You're really drunk. Then you keep drinking. I'm leaving. ”

I stood up, and he grabbed my wrist and clenched it tightly. He said, "Can't you just obey me once?" If one day you're gone, who can point at my nose and yell me when I'm drunk and want me to go home?! ”

"Sooner or later, someone will work with you to create a decent home. When you go out for a party and come home late, she will point at your nose and scold. There will be. Sooner or later, one of these girls will come into your life. ”

"I don't want it! I just want that person to be you! ”

"Those things you said have been said to me before, and I have said them to others. But it didn't work. When some people disappear, their memories fade. I promise, one day you will think of me again, and it will be painless. ”

"I'm not them. Nor am I a microcosm of your past, I am your present and future. ”

"But I don't love you, Wu Feng. It's useless. It's just wishful thinking. I'm bothered by you like this. It's true. ”

I took his grip on my hand, and his body shook visibly.

"Gu Ningdai, you only have to execute me neatly enough. Do you really dislike me? Do you dare to swear? ”

"I dare! I swear I don't like you. ”

"Then you tell me that you stayed by my side all the time when I was unconscious, what do you mean?"

"Am I just guilty?"

"Guilt? Have you ever asked your heart? Is it just guilt? ”

"Yes!"

"Huh! The only belief that sustained me in waking up was you. Your voice always rings in my ears calling me, and I thought you needed me, so I came back, and it turned out to be just wishful thinking for myself. ”

"So, can you go home?"

"Stay away from me. Don't worry about it! As he spoke, he poured wine into his stomach one bottle after another. I feel sad in my heart, but I can't say anything.

"Good! Good bye! "I put on my coat and walked outside.

He was depressed, and he felt that he was about to collapse.

I glanced back at him before I walked out of the bar, and he was surrounded by bottles. I don't want to leave him with any thoughts, because I know better than anyone else that the better the memories are, the harder they will be when they are lost.

When I got home, I went to the wine cabinet and got a bottle of red wine. Then he went back to the room and poured it all into his stomach.

It's a ridiculous relationship, and I'm not sure if I'm meeting the right person at the wrong time or the wrong person at the right time. All I know is that I have said goodbye to a lot of good memories before, and in the next time, I am about to say goodbye to the whole world, so it doesn't matter so much whether I love or not.

I don't know when it started, but I like the taste of alcohol more and more. The astringent feeling in my mouth slid down my esophagus into the cold liquid in my stomach, giving me a sense of rejection of loneliness in the middle of the night. The amount of alcohol is also unconsciously good, from a glass to not drunk.

To be honest, it's not good to be sober. But what is worse than being sober is being half drunk and half awake, because at that time there will be a complex idea of feeling that the whole world is your own, but being played by the whole world in the palm of your hand to compete with alcohol.

I drank a whole bottle of red wine and couldn't sleep in bed no matter how hard I tried. After an hour of tossing and turning, I got up and opened the curtains, and it seemed like it was about to dawn. But Wu Feng hasn't come back yet......

There are many ways to turn around, and procrastination is the most disgusting kind. So, do it simply, it's good for everyone.

I didn't sleep all night, and at about half past six in the morning, I looked through the circle of friends and found that Wu Feng had updated a dynamic, he said: If you want to give up a person you care about, you have to save enough indifference before you are willing to let go.

In fact, I have been holding on, and when I was a child, I was very envious of other people's children growing up with their own mothers every day. As I grew up, I especially hoped that there would be a man who doted on me to accompany me to a peaceful and peaceful age.

I don't know when I began to feel that the so-called sense of security became that there was gas in the car, electricity in the mobile phone, and money in the wallet! Eat and drink when you're sad and tell yourself that it's a new day after a good night's sleep.

But I, the wall of my heart is too thick, no matter how hard I work, how can I open my mouth?!