On Saturday, the streets are noisy and full of singing and dancing. But I wasn't really happy, because I was sick, probably with symptoms such as a slight fever and tonsil inflammation caused by a cold and flu. I took the medicine I bought at the drugstore, fell asleep with the sleepiness and uncomfortable sore throat caused by the sleeping pills that came with the drug, and fell asleep with repentance for my smoking habit and the unpleasant feeling of worrying about throat cancer or lung cancer (coughing badly).

When I woke up, I regained consciousness and found three things: the inflammation had eased; The novel has not been updated; I'm hungry. I glanced at the time, and it was past ten o'clock in the evening. So I decided to cut off the shift and find some food to satisfy my hunger.

Searching through the house, I found the following things that can be eaten by humans: two preserved eggs, a few spinach, six jue Mei Oak red wine, and half a pot of fish soup left over from last night.

I started preparing dinner with these ready-made things, and around 11 p.m. I made two dishes: cold preserved eggs and boiled spinach in fish broth.

The moment I opened the curtains, my mood suddenly improved. Looking out of the glass window, I saw that there was no one downstairs, the neon lights of the hotel in the distance were repeatedly flickering on and off, and the sign of a bar a little closer was quietly lit up at night...... Nice night view, so quiet.

So why eat these foods with a hungry attitude, and why not enjoy this wonderful dinner?

While I opened a ssp of red wine and let it open in the air, I waited for the juice to oxidize to form a nice aroma, and then I put the dishes on the table in front of the window and did some chores.

You don't need to choose a song to turn on the music, and the song "kisstherain" sounded at this time because of fate and chance.

I sat down in front of the window, watched the night scene through the cold glass with great interest, and then poured half a glass of red wine. This Jacoco is claimed to be made in France, because the price I paid when I bought it was a low-to-mid grade wine. But what does it matter? Just like it.

I gently shook the glass and looked at the juice in the glass, the color was not crystal clear enough, and the wine was not evenly layered, but I knew that its aroma and taste were still quite satisfactory to me.

A sip of wine entered his mouth, slowly moistened his mouth, raised his head to the night sky and closed his eyes, and a sour, astringent, and sweet taste of life entered his heart; The sound of the piano in my ears is reminiscent of the spring rain in my hometown, dripping from under the eaves into the water of the yanggou, and in this cold winter spring, it seems that spring has come all at once.

With the wine and the night view, a sip of food and a sip of wine, a glance at the tranquility outside the window, this night is so lonely...... Just like the sound of the piano in the stereo, there is a quiet beauty in the faint sadness.

During this meal, I was reminded of many old things, those dusty or shameful, regretful, or nostalgic old things, as well as those I loved and loved myself.

Later, I remembered my old friend who lived in the next room, a friend who had been friends for more than ten years, but he was not there for two days, and went to his girlfriend on the weekend...... The old bachelor who used to be the same as himself also has a heart.

West Wind Tight: 2011-12-4 0:36G