My brother knew that he had lost his words, but I was not hurt, but just followed his words and started a new round of thinking.

Guan Yu lost Nanyang County first, and then Jingzhou Jiudu will also lose all of them, he has long understood. Compared to it, I have never gotten it, I have just seen it, let alone die.

The tavern was lit up, and I sat in the far corner, and he slowly told a new story on the stage. The gist of it is the story of a distressing boy who falls in love with another girl at first sight. If I had never met him, I would have thought that this story was less interesting and untrue.

But now, this kind of restrained and subtle story is enough to bring tears to my heart. I watched him in the shadows of the tavern's shadowy lights, and I caught a glimpse of the sky.

"I knew you were here!"

Ling Ling startled me, her high voice couldn't be changed, and it gave me a little headache.

"How do you know?" I asked.

She answered me with what she thought was the most astute of eyes, and then asked, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"I'm going to do it..."I don't really want to leave, but if I look at him more, my heart seems to be a little more sad. It seems that my brother's words were not completely devoid of ripples in my heart.

Ling Ling rolled his eyes, and without saying a word, he pulled me into the taxi, so that later, I used a lot of effort to tell his story in Haidilao.

"You didn't say a word to him today?" She didn't believe me.

"You have been telling such a broken story for a long time, and it is all the story he told?" She couldn't believe it.

"Are you stupid?" She was about to blow up.

I didn't dare to make excuses for my cowardice, so I chose to shut up at the right time, lest she hear my voice trembling.

The sound was silent, I didn't expect that silence was the fuse that completely inspired her.

"You idiot! For a man! Or just do it! Or forget about it, time can erase everything. "Her new manicure has three-dimensional butterflies pasted on it, and at the moment it is slapping on the table, the butterflies are lifelike, and I am really afraid of being scared by her and fly away.

She and I agreed on the same opinion in the past, which is the fundamental reason why the two of us fell in love. But I don't agree with this sentence just now.

I dared not speak in anger, deliberately not looking at her round eyes, and drew small circles on the table with my fingertips.

"What's so good about him?" Lingling's voice was suddenly a little sad, and for a moment I was in a trance, and I couldn't tell whether she was asking whether it was my sweetheart or her own sweetheart.

"He's good at everything." My answer was vague but firm. At this time, I don't know if it's my sweetheart or I'm answering for her.

Time ran aground, and Suzuzu finally lowered her eyelashes.

"I didn't ask you properly last time, let's say, how do you fall in love with others?"

"Love at first sight." I feel a little numb and can't say it, but I think there's nothing more apt than this.

"Just at a glance. Lingling, I can't believe it myself! You know, I've never been like this..."The temples suddenly jumped and jumped, as if some kind of engine, replaying the scene before my eyes.

It was love at first sight, I didn't believe it before, but now I finally understand. If you can't clock at first sight, you won't clock in the future. This is a magical power of dopamine and adrenaline, which can make people willingly go to the south wall and hit the wasteland again and again, looking at the weeds in the sky, burning endlessly, as far as the eye can see.

"How much do you like it?" Suzu was tempting to find the best way to comfort me.

Like to... I thought.

"If he is an axe and I am a tree, he asks me to repair the handle, and I will help him in the same way."

Suzuzu has an apocalyptic expression and begins to fish for something from the pot to eat. Probably because I choked on it.

Actually, I'm not really as uncompetitive as Ling Ling said, and I don't even dare to say what I want. I'm just afraid to disturb him.

He is a complex contradiction, and he looks clean, so that God is willing to steal two stars into his eyes. But under the light of the stars, there are too many things that can't be dug up. He would never open his mouth to confide, let everything become a mystery, let me fall into a mystery, and I couldn't find a way out.

Through him, I saw the splendor of the circumference of the earth of more than 400,000 kilometers, so I betrayed my only heart for more than 20 years.

"So be it. It's pretty good, too. Suzu glanced at the empty beer bottle at the next table, and I knew she wanted to drink, but she didn't. I'm tired enough to live, don't make myself guilty. If it's a sustenance, it's a good thing. ”

She's sadder than me, and she's really not a successful lobbyist. But it really suits me.

The day before yesterday, my mother called me and told me not to consume my brother anymore, go home and ask my father to arrange for me, to be a teacher, a comfortable iron rice bowl, better than anything else.

My mom always felt that she could be my safe haven for the rest of my life, so I grew up and was kept like a baby. But I'm rebellious at heart, and although I don't say it, I just can't change it. Because I didn't listen to the old man, of course I paid the price, but I still enjoy it.

In this society, individuals have their own snow, but individuals also have the brightness that individuals see. It was only when I had only two dollars left that I realized this reality. After that, I learned that the stomach under the heart is real, and it will forcibly remind the brain that romantic idealism is unreliable and needs to make way for life.

But now, I seem to see a new way of living. It is said that women are sensual animals, and I didn't think so at the time, but now I am finally going further and further on this road. Hemingway's statement that "a man can be destroyed, but not defeated" is not a lie. It turns out that some spirits can really control the stomach, let people row the broken oars, and swear to set sail towards the sea.

I had a very fulfilling night, and after taking a shower, I was too tired to move, my sore feet were relieved, and I should have been able to sleep well.

But I didn't, the altar was clear, and I couldn't sleep even with my eyes closed.

"5232 2282 5232 9343 2282 932163 238263 418263" turned on my phone, and I entered this password into the memo, "can you not miss it".

Don't miss it? But who should I ask? Ask yourself? Or ask him?

I didn't want to embarrass him, so I just made my own choice. It's too late now, tomorrow, send him a WeChat.

He will never know that when I look for him, it is not that I happen to think of him, but that I can't suppress my thoughts anymore.

His reply was always lukewarm, with an apt amount of detachment. I asked him to answer, and it seemed to be a lot closer, but his heart was getting farther and farther away.