"It's not promising!" Lingling stretched out her chopsticks and scooped up a potato flour wrapped in red oil from the pot, which was crystal clear, and I wanted to remind her that she might not be ripe, and remembered that she didn't like to eat boiled potatoes like me, so I finally shut up.

"Alas...", and then sighed, she put away the look of hatred just now, "Let's two! One is more useless than the other! ”

Haidilao put on a song called "Boy" at the right time, and I don't know who ordered it, probably the same people who have fallen from the end of the world and are suffering with us.

Lingling is like this, warm-hearted love enlightens me, but it can't enlighten myself. That's a lot of things in the world, and it's very interesting.

Actually, I'm not as hurt as she thought, on the contrary, it's a little painless. I'm very open-minded, and I don't have to have an answer.

She lowered her head to clean up the innocent potato flour, and sprinkled a few sharp bangs on her forehead, blocking the expression I wanted to see. I've always wanted to see her less strong, but she never gave me a chance, or the boy she liked.

Therefore, she is stupid and deserves it. It is said that weakness is a girl's best weapon, and she has never been on the road, and no one can rely on her. But is it really wrong to pretend to be strong? I'm thinking.

Could it be that if all of them can be resisted by one person, will it really not hurt?

It was the last bite, Ling Ling left in a hurry after eating, she had to go to work at six in the morning, I looked down at my phone, it was already four o'clock in the middle of the night, it seemed that she was in a hurry to go home and put on makeup.

I stayed for a long time, and walked down the broken escalator of the Haidilao store by myself on stiletto heels. This kind of scene may seem a little sad to outsiders, but I can't see a full moon hanging in my heart.

I'm thinking about him.

I'm thinking about him again.

He's supposed to be off work, right? It's time to go home and sleep, right? I looked at the phone screen, but I still didn't have the courage to light it up and send him a message.

As much as there is a probability of love at first sight, there is as much probability that he will like me.

"Wang Xiaohan." I took a deep breath, there was no car left at this point, and his name gave me the confidence to walk for more than an hour at night.

I'm the same as Suzu, a day of life tomorrow. I'm a little bit of a dancer in a small city. I take commercial performances, guest actors, someone asks me for classes, and I also take a few classes. When you are short of money, you also take etiquette, and you have to laugh at everyone when you stand in high heels for a day.

My brother is better than me, he's better than me, I'm adrift, but he's stabilized. Now he not only dances, but also opens a tavern.

In our tourist city, the taverns are very popular, not to mention his kind of taverns with stories.

He innovated on his own, and every night in the tavern from twelve o'clock, someone would tell a story. There are good endings, there are bad endings, there are happy endings, there are regrets, in short, it is a story of a young man in his twenties.

In one story after another, let people in a hurry see themselves in their twilight years, bent over their waists, or frosty temples, or ragged, stepping on a muddy road. On that road, everything can be released frame by frame.

Childhood, adolescence, youth, middle age, and finally old age. Innocence, or absurdity, or arrogance, numbness, everything, is a lifetime. The voice of the storyteller is a sharp blade that can cut through time and space, carrying the wind, blowing the quenched life path and gushing blood into a face full of stories, carving their own void scene.

That's why I don't like to patronize my brother's business, where it's so easy to draw on my hard-buried emotions and undo the shell I've worked so hard to build.

There was some cold wind in the night, blowing yin and yang, so that people couldn't figure out the source, and they didn't know which direction to greet them. It's just like the beautiful youth in the mouths of the elders, but it's actually a mess, and you can't see anything clearly in it.

The high heels were so tiring that I could have called my brother to pick me up from the old days. No matter the wind or rain, or the third watch in the middle of the night, he will definitely come.

But not today, he found a new girlfriend, this point to bother, I don't want to be too uninteresting.

I was so preoccupied that I didn't pay attention to anything, and as I walked, I suddenly felt as if someone was tiptoeing behind me. I thought something had fallen on me, but when I turned around, there was no bell.

On such a quiet night, a figure stood in front of me more than ten meters away.

With white short sleeves, my legs suddenly went a little weak.

It's him! Is that him?

My brain was a little overwhelmed, and I began to choreograph a romantic drama in my head, and the boy I had a crush on was secretly protecting me. My feet didn't hurt anymore, and I approached the figure as fast as I saw a zombie in a post-apocalyptic movie.

He looked down at his phone, as if startled by me. It was an unremarkable face, and the only thing I had in common with the person in my mind was that they were all men.

I finally came to my senses, maybe it was because no matter how much I looked forward to it, I also decided in my heart that it couldn't be him, so I had the courage to step forward, right?

"Is there something wrong?" He locked the screen of his phone and looked at me politely, polite, and did not make me feel that he was a vicious person at night.

I squeezed out a smile and shook my head.

"You're waiting for someone?" He seemed to have insight into my loss and ruthlessly dismantled my disguise.

"Nope!" I interrupted quickly.

He looked at me, a little hesitant, "I'll take you home." ”

I didn't bother to look at him, shook my head, and left.

"No need."

I just walked back a dozen steps in vain, and I feel a bit of a loss. With feet in high heels, every step is tough. This was already expressed in Hans Christian Andersen's time, when the Little Mermaid turned the tail of the fish into legs for the sake of the prince, and every step was like a pinprick, which may have been based on this.

I, too, wore these shoes, knowing that I would walk so far at night, so that I would look better when I saw him.

The man seemed to think that I thought he was a bad person, so he insisted on walking home alone. Not really.

The wind blows me and the night, there are countless houses and buildings in front of me, and countless houses and buildings behind me, but I only have one moon.

Today, the reason why Lingling will accompany me to eat this Haidilao meal is because of the words my brother gave me.

Yes, he was one of the storytellers my brother recruited. Today, under the guise of listening to a story, I just want to see him. Who knows, I was educated by my old brother.

My brother said that long pain is better than short pain, and persuaded me to die of this heart as soon as possible.

I naturally knew that there were more girls who liked him than I knew, and that there were at least four or five tables of guests who came to the tavern. But he didn't say yes. Without a girlfriend, it's not a bad thing that I like him, is it? I wanted to say more.

In the end, my brother was helpless, "It seems that you have to wait for him to have a girlfriend before you can die!" ”