We ate fried noodles in a western restaurant opposite Erwai, and it was a chill in Beijing in January, and I wore a hat to press my hair very flat, but unfortunately the length was not enough, and I couldn't cover my face and the sadness on that face.

Three people, the two of them were talking, I ate the signature pasta, but it tasted like chewing wax, I didn't taste anything, and I went to the bathroom in the middle and washed my face all over the haggard. This was mainly because Sister Lin asked me some questions that I didn't know whether to say or not, so I had to run away and leave. After eating, Sister Lin arranged a place for me to live, in a hotel in the residential building inside the second outside, and after simply settling in, I let the two of them go to their own affairs.

I was very unproductive, lying on the bed with a feeling of crying, and I endured the tears and still flowed. At this time, Sister Lin sent a text message: "Brother, what's wrong with you, I can see that you are wrong, but it's not good to ask, if you need help, you can tell my sister." It was a very simple sentence, but it moved me very much, and I couldn't help the grievances in my heart, and cried and sent a message back to Sister Lin: "I broke up with my girlfriend who has been in love for 6 years, she found a new love and dumped me." ”

"Emotional things can't be forced, maybe your fate hasn't arrived yet, look at it, if you want to eat something, my sister will send it to you." Sister Lin said thoughtfully.

"Hehe, it's better to have a sister, I don't want to eat anything, you are busy with yours, I'll wait by myself." Holding my phone, I didn't know what state I was, and I was at a loss.

"Oh, then you take care of yourself and don't think about it." Sister Lin's words exude warmth.

Putting down the phone, I wanted to sleep for a while, but I didn't fall asleep, so I washed up and walked out of the hotel.

The two outside of dusk can't escape the coolness, the tall poplar trees are black and swarthy without leaves, and the deep alleys don't know where they lead. I wandered around aimlessly, walking on the commercial street behind Erwai, from one small shop to another, and my heart was blank. In a jewelry store called 5 degrees Celsius, I chose a pair of mobile phone chains for Sister Lin, a pair of silver-white metal piglets, and the simple smile on the pig's face is really likable, and I am a little fascinated by it.

Sister Lin and I are from the same place, after graduating from primary school, the village organizes a big opera every summer, and she is a small square where I sing a big opera, but she is two years older than me. At that time, people who loved to listen to operas in the seven miles and eight towns of Zuo would come to the small square to listen to operas when they had nothing to do, two during the day, sometimes singing operas at night, and sometimes singing and dancing performances. Of course, I just graduated from elementary school and still don't understand a lot of things, I don't know why so many people come when it comes to singing and dancing, young and old, and it seems that only the old people are leading the children to listen when singing. The children are just buying something delicious and fun, and they are running around with the adults in the family.

A large group of children played together, and I met Sister Lin, saying that she was not big or young. That summer was also a rather absurd summer. When I reported in the first year of junior high school, I didn't expect that we would be in the same school and become alumni, but she was already in her third year of junior high school, and she graduated from junior high school after not mixing in the same school for a few days. Sister Lin is not very tall, after finishing junior high school, she didn't go to high school, she went directly to the director major of secondary school, and later came to Communication University of China for further study. If I think of Sister Lin, I think of Lin Huiyin, an intellectual woman and a literary young man with the unique charm. I also have a lot of stories with Sister Lin, but the experience in the cardamom years makes me feel naïve and ridiculous when I think about it. I have always thought that Sister Lin is good, not because of the ignorance in Cardamom, but because Sister Lin has fought for me and held grievances. This shows that she agrees with my brother in her heart. So over the years, we have always respected each other like sisters and brothers.

While shopping, the phone rang, and Sister Lin went to the hotel to look for me and found that I was not there.

When I returned to the hotel, I saw Sister Lin holding a bag of fruit from a distance, so I greeted her with a smile. "It's better to have a sister, it hurts so much, I can't eat you with so much fruit, just leave me an apple."

"Stay and eat, you don't have anything to do with it." After Sister Lin finished speaking, she stuffed the fruit into her hand.

"Oh, well, I'll give you the rest if you can't eat, this is for you." After saying that, I gave her the pair of piggy mobile phone chains I just bought. She smiled and was about to refuse, but I prevaricated and let her accept it.

The two of us chatted briefly for a few words, Sister Lin asked me about the relationship with Yang, I didn't say, I just said that we were separated, as for the specific reason for the separation, until now, my confused head, there is no answer that can convince me, so unclear. It was late and I didn't say anything, so I asked her to go back and rest.

Early the next morning, Sister Lin and her brother-in-law came to the hotel to call me for breakfast. After breakfast, I didn't want to disturb them anymore, so I decided to go back to Shijiazhuang, and she dropped me off at the bus stop, and watched the bus start before turning away.

Sometimes, words can never express emotions clearly, I looked at her concerned eyes, nodded gently, and told her with a short message: "Don't worry, the great rivers and mountains are at my disposal, this matter will not be difficult for me." ”

A man's train, a man's road, and I'll walk alone from now on.

When I arrived in Shijiazhuang, it was already more than 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky seemed even more hazy. I took a taxi back to the University of Economics and Business on Wuqi Road. Even if this trip is over, I have not redeemed my love and dream. Maybe this chaotic state of mine will continue for a while, at least my heart is now in chaos, and I don't know what to do in the future.

Drinking away my sorrows, this is my most direct thought, and I want to be commonplace. When I arrived at the trade and trade, it was dinner time, so I found a restaurant with few people at the school gate, ordered a plate of peanuts and a sharp pepper sliced meat, and took a bottle of Bancheng roast pot wine. I don't eat much spicy, I can't drink much, I eat sharp peppers, and if the spicy ones don't work, I take a big sip of liquor. In this way, numb himself and drank all the bottles of wine. Check out, leave.

Out of the hotel I was still sober, step by step towards the school, just happened to meet a graduate student, usually night we often play shuttlecock on the road downstairs in the school dormitory. I hurriedly called out to her and asked her to pull me back to school. It took half an hour to walk from the main entrance to the dormitory, and I guess I couldn't hold on. Regardless of whether she agreed or not, she got on her bicycle without skin and face. I knew my weight, she pulled me on her bike, it was a bit hard, I took advantage of my consciousness, I switched places with her, and I pulled her towards the dormitory.

This is the most time I have drunk alcohol, and I drank a bottle of liquor by myself, but I didn't expect to have such a large amount.

Leng Feng blowing, war drums beating, I rode to the dormitory building with passion, and when I arrived with my senior sister, I hurried to the dormitory. As soon as he ascended the stairs, the whole person sat down on the steps of the stairs. I've never drunk so much, can you not get drunk? I didn't have the strength to look up, so I just sat on the ground and stretched out my hand to Hula, and it happened that a boy came over, and I hugged one of his thighs, yes, yes, I hugged a thigh, and I didn't let go.

This roommate was confused for a while, so he asked me which dormitory I was from. I drunkenly shouted, "I'm from 626, send me back quickly." When he saw my state, he probably chattered for a while, how could he drink so many words or something, but he was still helpless to stand, drag, and carry, and it took a lot of effort to get me 626. Liu Haitao and Tian Daxiang were playing mahjong in the dormitory, and they saw a strong man throw me to the door, panting and saying: "Don't let this person drink so much wine in the future, I'm tired to death." With that, he turned around and went downstairs.

At this time, these people in the dormitory came to their senses, dragged me to the bed, and then sat next to me and watched me vomit like a squirt, and finally took two basins to the fullest, like rolling eyes and chatting, white, yellow, black, green, red and all kinds of colors, but the smell was so bad that they had to leave the windows open for two days on a cold day.

Of course, when I woke up the next afternoon, Liu Haitao told me what he said, and he kept knocking on a broken basin in his hand for me to smell.

borrowed wine to kill sorrow and cut off his head, got so drunk, vomited his stomach, and lay down for two days, and suddenly it seemed to be so good, and he was replaced by another person. Later, Liu Haitao asked me, who is that buddy who carried you back, his physique is really good, you have to thank others. I told them what I remembered, but I only remembered hugging a leg on the first floor, and I didn't know who it was, and I couldn't thank anyone if I wanted to.

For a long time after that, I kept paying attention to the people around me who were in good shape when I went up and down the dormitory building, and I was recognized by people as the master who couldn't drink that day. Maybe this person has already met me, but he didn't know me in general, and he didn't think about me when he knew that I was a freshman living on the sixth floor.

A journey, a drunk, and one person from now on.

Or it's that I've experienced a lot and have an unforgettable feeling, so that I can't forget many things, and gradually I start to feel nostalgic when I'm fine. And the word nostalgia may be the most reflected in the post-80s generation of our generation. This may be a sedative, which can soothe the pain brought to you by the pain, or it can be a way to relieve stress, but it is easy to become addictive, just like going from a painful place to a leisurely place to relax, after a long time, you will often relax, slowly become addicted, and unable to extricate yourself into a kind of sick nostalgia. I think I also have this disease, and many things often come to my mind if I don't want to, from high school to college, six years in a flash, and it has become a fleeting moment.

Divide and disperse, then let go of this crooked neck tree and find your own forest.