In order to get into the state as soon as possible, let me first explain the current situation, that, I am a wind chime.

You ask me if I was the wind chime that Ruli gave to Wu Manman, or the wind chime hanging in the convenience store?

Well, it's been so long ago that I can't remember exactly.

I can't remember if it's me or another wind chime, after all, we all live in the wind, and most of our memories are similar.

On a summer night when the temperature was more than 30 degrees, in the convenience store that tried to display the decoration of the rescue blue star, Huang Miaomiao opened a bottle of white wine for Aoi Yue, and I watched the bottle of exquisite sweet wine in the freezer swell, and the cork was opened, and the aroma was lingering under the air conditioner.

Huang Miaomiao took out a Christmas-style paper cup that was originally filled with coffee, but Kwai Yue asked her to take another one.

The two of them sat at the long table in front of the glass and drank, ah, hey, look at the store, Huang Miao, I wanted to shout like this, but there was no wind, I couldn't make a sound, the wind of the air conditioner was very small but cold, and it almost froze me into ice.

"Well, what's going on with that boy now?" Huang Miaomiao, who was slightly upset by the smoked wine, asked the question she wanted to know.

Aoi Yue slowly shook the paper cup, and the clear liquor rippled into a slight intermittent whirlpool, and the coldness permeated the entire cup, conducting it to Aoi Yue's warm palm.

"It's okay, it's alive." Aoi took a sip of wine.

"But....." Huang Miao's cheeks were a little red, and his eyes were a little like a panicked deer, "but didn't you say that he wanted to commit suicide before, and the problem of suicide caused by it was solved?" ”

"I don't know him, but human beings have a desire to commit suicide in their hearts, but they have never been awakened."

Huang Miaomiao's eyes widened when she heard this, and she didn't know how to respond, and I, the wind chime, also watched them quietly.

"Don't think I'm so scary, suicide doesn't have only one meaning, different people have different understandings of suicide, it's liberation, it's bliss, it's heaven, it's the next game."

"But......" Huang Miaomiao wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to express it, "But death is death, it makes sense to say that it is liberation, but in the next game, how can there be an afterlife." ”

"Don't you believe it? Aren't some religions doing this kind of thing? If you suffer in this life, you will be blessed in the next life, so that you can survive another day and think about a better life in the future. However, it is true that there are basically no afterlives. But I seem to be happier than most people with this expectation in my heart. Kwai Yue said this lightly, but Huang Miaomiao did hear the misty melancholy in her heart.

"Most people are not very happy now~" Huang Miao took a sip of wine, drank it like a juice, and half of it was lost all of a sudden, she looked at the half-full cup that was not very pleasing to the eye, so she picked up the wine bottle and poured it full, and the crystal full was very beautiful.

"Are you happy?" Aoi Yue asked a very simple, but heart-wrenching question.

Huang Miao shook her head, "Well, I'm actually not very happy, but in fact, it's not that I'm having a bad time, it's just that being unhappy is my normal, but being happy is like an accident, and it's an accident with a very low chance of happening." I'm not very good at having fun. ”

Aoi Yue gracefully held her cheeks and looked out the window at the street lamp, the air next to the street lamp seemed to be distorted.

"Are you afraid of the heat?" There is no logic, Aoi Yue asked this question, but in fact, there is no need for logic to talk about it or something.

Suddenly changed the style of painting, Huang Miao was a little puzzled, her brows furrowed, she bit her lip and nodded, "I'm afraid, I'm most afraid of the heat, if there is no air conditioning, I don't know what to do." ”

Hearing this, Aoi Yue unconsciously curled the corners of her mouth, "Ice and air conditioning are the greatest inventions. ”

"Eh~ I feel like writing strange prose sentences. Is the glacier also an invention? ”

Aoi Yue nodded, and shook her head again, "The glacier is not an invention, but the plan to go diving and sightseeing in the glacier is an invention." ”

"Is it a submarine? Like what is the number of Jiaolong or something? ”

Kwai Yue drank all the ice wine that had set off the whirlpool, approached Huang Miaomiao, and shredded it in her ear: "It's more powerful than Jiaolong or something, it's a real dragon, with beautiful wings." ”

"Eh, is this a new device? I haven't watched the news, or I haven't watched the news recently, and I don't watch TV, I don't watch variety shows, I don't like the best-selling and fashionable things, I think they are all lively and happy, and I can't get into it. ”

As he spoke, a full glass of ice wine was swallowed into Huang Miao's stomach at once.

Kwai Yue patted Huang Miaomiao's shoulder, and then poured a full bottle of wine for her, but the swaying posture of pouring the wine seemed to be starting to get drunk: "Hahaha, it's not news, it's old news, but for others, it's more like a rumor." ”

"It feels like a god is deified."

"Deity?"

"Hahaha, this is the dialect of my house, which means mysterious, crazy, strange, cute and lovely."

"Is it so rich?"

Huang Miao nodded vigorously: "Super rich, you can interpret what you want to interpret, anyway, if you don't understand it, you can use this word if you think it's interesting." Isn't it amazing. ”

Aoi nodded in agreement.

Jingle bell, the door was pushed open, soaked with alcohol, I couldn't tell if it was the wind knocking on me or the door banging on me, I was also drunk, burping (_ _) ( - . ) (~O~)...... ( - . - )

Xiao Cheng came in with a delicate laptop, and he was puzzled when he didn't hear Huang Miao's timely and polite "Welcome" as usual, and looked at the empty counter, and followed the smell of wine, and saw Huang Miaomiao, who was a little dazed.

Huang Miaomiao, who felt being watched, slowly stood up at this moment, "Welcome." ”

"Eh, little orange, why did you come back at this time."

"I'll come back and work overtime." Xiao Cheng gestured to the laptop he was holding, "Are you okay?" Do you want to work for you for a while? Direction, I won't tell Su Shun. ”

Xiao Cheng didn't drink, but it was also like a slightly drunk feeling, which was a stronger smoke than drinking, he was in an overly bright mood, and his smile was too bright.

Huang Miao looked at Xiao Cheng suspiciously, but since he was a little dizzy, he nodded, "Then, help me watch for a while, I'll be quick, and I'll be back to the counter soon." ”

Xiao Cheng gestured OK with his empty hand, and then walked into the counter and opened the laptop by himself, the sound of the chocolate keyboard was soft and quiet, and the feel must be very good.

It was a bit of a lonely night, and everyone had something on their minds, but some were happier and some were less happy.

I was in the air conditioner for a long time, but the moment the door was pushed open, the hot wind swept over me, and my cold body seemed to be wrapped in a huge embrace.

Sometimes I worry if I'm going to be broken and then there won't be me in the world.

I remember that I had been shattered once before, but after being scorched by the heat, my consciousness pervaded, my body melted, and I came back to life again, and what pieced together my soul was fire.

It used to be a shining beam of light flowing through my crystalline body, and it made me look radiant.

The flames clean up the world and turn everything to ashes, but if you endure it, you can be reborn, and even though I am still a wind chime, I am not the same wind chime I used to be, but I am still a wind chime.

Some things have changed, some things remain the same.

Does change make sense?

After this experience, I thought that those burning days and nights were too tormenting to survive, especially when the body was about to melt, I thought forget it, let's end it, just disappear like this, the biggest enemy is the emotions of the moment.

After it passed, I felt that the current torment was nothing more than ethereal, and the moment was depicted lightly.

I also have something I want to do, so I'm willing to endure it, but when I become the new me, I'm just a dangling, tugging at the wind chimes.

Whether it was a long time ago, I was hung under the eaves of the Dream Streamer Temple, watching the courtyard full of lights;

Or a long, long time later, in front of the modern convenience store, it acts as a doorbell to remind the clerk, bringing a little companionship to the clerk late at night.

I'm still the same, does it make sense to change?

Or does nothing change in the end?

But my unhappy parts are much, and I have become much dimmer, like ordinary glass, and I can still reflect beautiful lights, and I can still make contemplative bells.

It's just that I don't understand, why I was a wind chime in the beginning, and why am I still a wind chime later?

At Christmas, Huang Miao likes to play the song "Jingle Bells", and then decorate Christmas trees, decorations, and Christmas-style goods.

The Christmas tree was full of presents and little golden bells, which I knew were plastic and knew it wouldn't be blown by the wind, but the songs written for it were so cheerful.

"Aoi Yue, who are you waiting for?" Huang Miaomiao suddenly had such an idea.

"Hmm." The slightly drunk Aoi Yue looked sideways at Huang Miao.

"What do you say when you look at the street outside?" Huang Miao stroked her hair and put the broken hair behind her ear, "It seems that you are expecting something, just like that kind of old-fashioned drama, will there be the person you want to meet." ”

Aoi Yue shook her head helplessly, looked at the window again, and the BGM in the store began to play "Long Time No See".

Will you suddenly show up at the convenience store on the corner?

And what kind of attitude and dialogue should I use to deal with it?

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Naughty ghost I have always read books and read stories, I love to see the end from the first page, I don't like to start suddenly, but I also have a boring divination habit, close the book, think about something, and then turn a page at random, and then see which paragraph I saw at first sight, and then distort or justify it with the mood and mind of the moment.

On June 30, 2020, I opened about half of my diary, and at a glance I fell on:

"At first, I wanted to record some happy things to make most people happy, but I found that I was forcing myself so much, and obviously I was not happy. People who are not happy are not familiar with happy scenes, and the atmosphere presented is very distorted. If journaling has taught me anything, it's probably that I'm honest with myself. I'm just that kind of person, whether I meet someone who loves to listen to me, or someone who hates me, I'm still me, and it doesn't change because you like or hate it. That's how I was. ”

I used to love watching TV, and I thought, 'After the commercial, the excitement continues!' That's an interesting statement.

It's also a good idea to make a small paragraph here.

But I don't think this late-night drama is exciting, and some times in life are so coincidental, after the arrival of July 1, many new changes have happened.

After the advertisement, how do you proceed? That's only known when you wake up.

Sincerely.

Toast.