She asked how the diving birds were doing.

The diving bird said slowly, "It's okay." ”

Butterfly could sense that the clothes he was wearing today must have been bought later, as he had never been seen wearing them before. He was dressed more casually, and he looked like a basketball player today, but his glasses gave him a little more Sven. Like a recent college graduate. There is a faint unshaved stubble at the corner of the mouth.

"Still living in the old place?"

"Of course, I haven't moved."

"Still living with that girl?"

The diving bird grinned and said, "yes." ”

"How's the work?"

"It's okay."

"You don't seem to be online all the time?"

"I'm invisible."

"Why? It's like it's unsightly. ”

"There are so many people talking to me that I need to be quiet."

"Really?" Butterfly replied lightly.

Five hundred meters is just around the corner. Two people entered the lobby of the hotel one after the other, a warm and humid warm wind hit the face, suddenly walked in from the cold rain, felt the tip of the nose was melting, and then walked in, you can smell the unique smell of the hotel's mixed wine and food.

The old horse is always the first to arrive, and almost every time he eats. About five o'clock to eat, he arrived at four o'clock, ordered a table full of dishes early, drank wine alone, and ate peanuts, and then the rest of the people came one after another.

It was the same today, when they saw the old horse from afar, smoking a cigarette and looking pleasant and intoxicated. He is always enchanted by his own world, and from a cigarette he can summon the illusory world that belongs to him. In the eyes of outsiders, a middle-aged man like him should not be so focused on fantasy and romance. However, people are always human beings, and there is no essential difference between the ages of sixteen and sixty, only physical weakness, and the spiritual world of people does not age. It can be guessed that Lao Ma was a romantic man when he was sixteen years old.

In fact, it is true, he remarried very late, almost until middle age, and his early life was turbulent but free. Usually people who marry later are non-realistic people, they pay more attention to their own world, they are more romantic when they are young, and as they get older, the sense of reality in life begins to gradually strengthen, which leads them to end their singleness.

He said that at that time, he lived alone in the dormitory of the unit and had many cats. At the same time, he also wrote a lot of novels, at that time he liked to write, a lot of passion, and also had a rich desire to create, as if he lived in the storyline every hour and every minute of every day, and sometimes he felt that he was also a character in the story.

Later, when I got married, I stopped writing. It seems that for many people, marriage did bury a lot of their early interests. Lao Ma's interest became weaker, or narrower, and he changed from writing to drinking, although he also liked to drink when he was young, but not as good as he is now, as long as he sat down, he had a bottle of wine at hand. I also like to wander around alone, drive out of the city, cross the highway, go to the countryside, go to the bamboo dock in the mountains, stay in an unfamiliar hotel, and taste wild meat. My least favorite thing is probably staying with my wife. His son was always sick, which gave him a lot of headaches.

When the old horse saw them, he smiled, stood up, raised his hand, and sat down again. Butterflies and diving birds come to the table, and the old horse seems very happy, and the old horse likes to be with the young and can forget the sorrows of old age.

It is true that being old is a kind of distress in itself, and although there are many ways to eliminate it, the easiest way is to be with young people and live a young life.

The old horse motioned for them to sit beside him one by one. The diving bird originally wanted to sit next to the butterfly, but it backfired and had to come face-to-face with the butterfly. He looked at the butterfly silently, and he saw that the butterfly was taking off her coat, and inside was a sky-blue sweater, tight, wrapped around her slender figure and becoming more and more exquisite. She wore her hair in a bun today, and the sapphire studs on her ears set off her face to be whiter and transparent.

However, the diving bird quickly came to his senses and hurriedly took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair behind him. The waiter soon came and put on the cover.

The old horse asked them what kind of wine they were drinking, but in fact, the old horse had already asked the waiter to serve beer. The butterfly also asked for a pot of soy milk. The old horse first asked how the butterfly was doing.

The butterfly smiled lightly and said it was the same old age.

"Where are you at home?"

"yes."

"Where are you? Got to work, right? The old horse turned to the diving bird and asked.

"It's time to work."

"Still doing the media?"

"Yes."

"A while ago, a friend asked me to help him make a magazine, I originally wanted to ask you to come along, but then it didn't work out, what can I do if I don't want to pay for it these days? I thought about it later. ”

Butterfly said, "Does Mr. Ma still have to go to work?" She is not flattering him, he has a house and a car, his wife is a middle-level leader in a large company, he is an only son, and he is still raised by an old lady, and his life should be easier than most people in this city.

Lao Ma smiled, shook his head and said, "It's boring to stay at home." So I walk outside a lot, really, it's nice to walk outside. ”

The diving bird said, "Where has Mr. Ma been recently?" ”

"I went out for a lap with a group of people traveling by car a while ago."

"Just you? Or did you go with your family? ”

"No, it's just me, it's very troublesome to have my wife and children with me, especially the child, he has to learn painting on weekends, and he doesn't have time." The old horse took another sip of rice wine.

The diving bird said silently: "Teacher Ma has a really nourishing life. ”

Butterfly echoed and said, "Yes, Mr. Ma is still happy." ”

The old horse smiled and asked the diving birds what time it was, why didn't they come yet? Do you want to give them a call? The diving bird said that he had called them on the way, saying that it was on the way and should be there soon. The old horse still seemed a little unsure, urging the diving bird to call again. The diving bird had no choice but to take out his mobile phone to make a call. The zygote on the other end of the phone said he had gotten out of the car. Then he called Mingyue again, and Mingyue said that she was still in the pharmacy and was ready to come out immediately.

When the old horse heard this, he was very impatient, and said, "These two people are the slowest every time they eat." It's so much trouble to eat. ”

The time was already more than half an hour late from the appointment, and the old horse decided not to wait for them and served the food first. In the blink of an eye, dishes were piled up all over the large round table. Lao Ma likes to eat spicy food, and almost all the dishes on the table are glowing with bright red, and people drool when they see it.

The old horse stretched out his chopsticks and urged them vigorously: "Eat, come, move the chopsticks, don't be stunned!" ”

The last dish on the course is lamb chops grilled with green onions. The three of them drank a little dreaky because none of them were active at the wine table, and each of them spent more time bowing his head to drink and eat, or looking around. Butterflies occasionally peek at the diving bird who is eating vegetables with his head bored, his hairstyle has basically not changed, he has had this hair since the day he met him, but now he seems to have the intention of growing a beard, because there is a layer of furry hair on his chin, connected to the sideburns, it is conceivable that if he grows a beard, he must be a falling beard.

It seems to be more manly that way.