I was happy to drink with Dongzi, and after the end, he insisted on pulling me to his house, which was regarded as recognizing the family. The car twisted around and arrived at his house, and I was quite surprised. Unexpectedly, Dongzi's home and Yang's home are the same road, only a few hundred meters apart. Sitting in the living room of Dongzi's house, I had a lot of thoughts in my heart. Dongzi's daughter-in-law poured me a cup of tea, and I sat on the sofa and looked up at the Yotei Mountain in the distance, thinking about the home next to Yangzi, I don't know if she is at home, and if she still remembers the promise we once made on Yotei Mountain.

Now that Yang and I have been separated for two years, I don't know if she can still remember that when she celebrated her birthday in high school, we supported each other to climb Mt. Yotei together, and it took us half a day to climb to the top. Standing on the top of the mountain, we hugged each other in the wind, and whispered in her ears the promise of eternal love. Does she remember any of this? Will she still remember the wishing stone we placed on the top of the mountain, and will she still remember the name carved on the stone?

Does she remember this song I sang to you with a foot-skimming voice: When the mountain peaks have no edges and corners, when the river no longer flows, when time stops day and night, and all things in heaven and earth are reduced to nothingness, I still can't break up with you, I can't break up with you, your gentleness is the greatest waiting in my life; When the sun no longer rises, when the earth no longer rotates, when the spring, summer, autumn and winter no longer change, when the flowers and trees are all withered, I still can't be separated from you, can't be separated from you, your smile is the biggest attachment in my life, let us be the red dust as a companion of the chic sprinkle, gallop horses to share the prosperity of the world, sing the joy in the heart of the wine, and vigorously grasp the youth. She probably forgot all of this. How pale the oath now seems.

Back in bed, I looked at the lucky stars in the cupboard and the dime in the clear glass jar, and I knew that those were my love for her. In the three years of high school, whenever I thought about her, I would stack a lucky star, but I didn't want to stack one at a time, full of two large bottles. Later, when I thought about her, I didn't think about it once, and I would engrave XY on one side of the aluminum dime and XN on the other, and put it in the piggy bank. Looking at the lucky stars that have been folded thousands and the dime coins that have been saved in thousands, my heart is full of pain.

I wanted to go to sleep while I was drinking, but unfortunately it was another night.

During the Chinese New Year, we buddies played together every day, but we somewhat restrained some of the impetuousness of youth and frivolity, and had dinner at home in the afternoon, basically mixed together to play cards, and when we were tired, we came out for supper, either a small barbecue, or a small hot pot. Sometimes you can't get together a few people, maybe they're all older, they're working again, and many people have more things to do than they used to be.

"What are you doing? Come and have a drink? Zhu Desan called me and said boringly.

"Don't you see what time it is, and you're still drinking?" I looked at the time on my phone, and it was already past 9 o'clock in the evening.

"What's the matter, isn't it fine?"

"Okay, then you can tell you the place."

"My grandmother's house is downstairs."

After hanging up the phone, I put on a thick down jacket, rode my beloved motorcycle, and went straight to Zhu Desan's grandmother's house. Zhu Desan took a bottle of liquor from home, 52 degrees, and we sat at the barbecue restaurant downstairs from his grandmother's house and directly divided the bottle of wine.

Zhu Desan's grandmother's house is opposite Leng Yan's community, and there is a road in between, so I asked Zhu Desan: "Have you come back to see Leng Yan?" ”

"I've seen it twice, and I haven't said anything." Speaking of Leng Yan, Zhu Desan's mood is not high, I guess he still has her in his heart.

"Do you still love Leng Yan?" I asked Zhu Desan tentatively.

"When is this, have you come back to see Xu Yang?" Zhu Desan didn't answer my question directly, and then asked me, "Do you still love her?" ”

I didn't answer him, I picked up my glass and touched it with him, and then I drank the wine. In fact, I know in my heart that no one can replace the position of the foreign, no matter how many people I meet, there will be her place in my heart, I can't forget it, I can't forget it, I can't get it, I torture myself like this, this damn love!

The two of us drank late, so we simply stayed at Zhu Desan's grandmother's house. Very early the next day, my mother called me and asked me to go home for dinner, saying that it was dumplings, and I called Zhu Desan. It was probably the coldest day of my life. Zhu Desan, the two of us rode a small motorcycle, and I only had a pair of gloves, so we brought one with us. The winter in the north is as cold as you can imagine, and it is even more so for three or nine days, the two of us have no hats, no earmuffs, only one glove per person, and the small motorcycles we ride are the type of refueling and walking, so we can't grasp the direction with one hand, both hands have to be put on the handlebars, and if you can't ride a few hundred meters, you have to change your hand with gloves, because it's too cold, and your hands without gloves are going to freeze numb, so I rode to my house in embarrassment. Why don't we ride a small motorcycle, because Zhu Desan said that he would go back after eating, and he was afraid that I would not send him, so he went out, and when he walked halfway to figure it out, the distance between the road to my house and the way back was almost the same, so he rode to my house.

The first action of the two of us entering the house was to hold the radiator to keep warm, my mother saw the two of us giving the frozen monkey look, and gave us dumpling soup to warm up, and the dumplings that morning were also the most fragrant.

In the evening, Yuan Erye, Huzi and a few of us went to a small bar in the county town to drink, and we sat in the booth and watched all kinds of people on the dance floor. The wine is cold with ice ballast, we recall the ignorance of the first middle age, behind every smile there is a cold past, the restless man on the dance floor caress a woman, she wanders in the crowd, dances her limbs, and expresses her desire to the man charmingly, a man goes up, and a man comes down again. The stage trembled beneath her feet, the lights were green, and the waiters at the revolving bar fiddled with their glasses and smiled softly. Huzi looked around and told us about the girl in the bar, in fact, we all understood that this is a place full of temptation and excitement, and everyone comes to drink just to find some excitement. Men flirting with girls, women fishing Kaizi, are all indulgences and pastimes, without so many illusory and curious questions. We also mingled on the dance floor for men and women, dancing together late at night without time, if you are lonely, please let me accompany you, if I am lonely, I invite you to accompany you.

We are all people who are in the same party and fighting against each other, swaying in the illusory neon, suddenly forgetting the taste of loneliness, embracing beams of flickering light, as if longing for love, indulgent desire, burning passion, the enchanting figure swirls my fantasies, I wave my fists and feet, struggling to hold on to something, when I am exhausted, I hold on to the white light of the moment, and when I open my eyes again, the dance party in the empty field is over, and we all have a curtain of dreams. Brilliant neon and drunken night, a glass of liquor poured into the stomach, we just drunk and hazy said, can we find our love here, the red men and green women on the dance floor, which one will have a collision of fate and division when you and I rub shoulders?

Walking on the street, looking around, the little Taibao and the little sister on the street, a mouthful of foul language, this is my hometown now? I really don't understand, why are people who used to be very simple lost like this? Especially those children who are now in high school, the world is full of eating, drinking, falling in love, and fighting.

Went to a couple of bars and was a mess. I went to a few song halls, and it was a mess. Suddenly there was no place for us to entertain, and a group of people nestled in the billiard room to play, as if those of us who went to school outside were isolated from the world. Nothing blended into the atmosphere of playing at home, so a few people gathered together to play cards or drink in a less lively place. It seems that everyone has lost the prestige of the year and is silently doing their own things. Not the age of heroes, we are buried. Buried are our lone heroes.

The development of culture is also the same as history, evolving step by step. It can only evolve more slowly than history, and it cannot be that there is history because of the emergence of culture, and the emergence of civilization promotes the development of history. What people like to discuss most now is the things of our post-80s generation, and I don't know what we have to talk about, rebellious, alternative, melancholy, empty, and avant-garde thoughts? Or if there are other questions, there will always be a few sharp points in front of the world for everyone to point out. After the pointing, we were naked in front of everyone, but they still said that they didn't see through. Are we falling behind?

Who is lost in whom? Who is lost in this world?

We were drunk and obsessed with money for a few days, and then we went our separate ways!