After the typhoon, I accompanied Xiangxiang to the skewer shop, and I didn't drink a few glasses of wine, but Xiangxiang seemed to be drunk.

What she said was a sentence that I remember deeply.

She cried profusely: "Ranran, in my life, I'm afraid that except for Qiao Zimo, I will never have the feeling of heartbeat anymore." ”

I scolded Qiao Zimo, a bastard, 999 times in my heart.

"Qiao Zimo, you turtle grandson, how can you let the two of us fall into your hands?"

I also shed tears, I and Xiangxiang, two girls, are destined to have a bumpy road in this life, we can only comfort each other and huddle together for warmth.

I said, "Xiangxiang, what is Heartbeat?" Can it be eaten as a meal? It's delicious with this skewer, isn't it? Is it good to have this wine? ”

Xiangxiang said: "Heartbeat can't be eaten, but it's precious!" You can buy delicious food, but you can't buy it with any amount of money. ”

I can't even refute it, this girl has not worked in vain for so many years, and her mouth is very sharp.

I said, "Okay, you have to be right, but you can't eat it as a meal, you will die if you don't eat, and you will never die if you don't feel good." ”

This girl cried even more.

She said: "Bai Ziran, I am the lucky one chosen by God, there are so many good men who like you, including my Qiao Zimo." So, of course, you don't know that you are attracted to a person, but he has no meaning for you, that feeling is better than death~~~"

This girl hit me straight in the door, and I poured a glass of wine.

"Qiao Zimo likes me? I suspect that this baby's motives are not pure, otherwise why did he become a runaway groom, and ran away without a trace. Who gave him this courage, did he just rely on my liking him? ”

Xiangxiang, this girl, didn't know that she had drunk too much, as if her lovelorn was caused by me.

"You can't blame Qiao Zimo for this, maybe it's because you don't love him enough and make him sad."

If it weren't for the fact that she had been my best friend for so many years and was still out of love, I would have wanted to smash her head directly with a wine bottle and see what was in it.

After Du Fat, Chen Xiangxiang had a long window period.

She said that Du Fatpang had caused her a psychological shadow, so that she didn't dare to fall in love.

I'm afraid of falling in love, and I'm behind me with a ghost guy, and lining up is a bit like entering a ghost gate.

But she doesn't fall in love, and Du Fatpang has always been behind her, often visiting her apartment, and the beautiful name is that the revolutionary friendship between them can no longer be pure.

Xiangxiang originally didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore, but the attributes of Xiangxiang and Xiangxiang foodies are a bit difficult to change.

This Du Fatpang hosts a food show, and there are often some coupons for popular restaurants, or opportunities to try dishes in some stores.

The two of us are of course his first choices, and we are often invited to be guests on chubby food shows.

We don't have any good experience when it comes to falling in love, but when it comes to eating, it doesn't take the brain to head the head.

Xiangxiang gradually relieved, she and Chubby are in the same unit, and they don't see anyone who looks up and looks down all day long, is it possible that because they broke up, they have to be like an enemy?

She figured it out, and I was very happy, and I didn't want to lose so many opportunities to eat good food just because she broke up with Chubby.

She doesn't play boyfriend, and I'm very happy about it.

Save them from sprinkling dog food in front of me all day long, and I can only suffer in silence.

And I, a married girl, am not qualified to fall in love, not even a secret love, and my mental capacity cannot withstand moral condemnation.

That night, I had insomnia.

Xiangxiang said that she drank too much duck soup, and she didn't chat with me anymore when she was sleepy, so she went back to sleep directly.

I was lying on the bed tossing and turning, except for those eyes, that person was indeed as Xiangxiang said, and Qiao Zimo was thousands of miles away.

On such a night, Qiao Zimo, who hadn't been wandering in my mind for a long time, came again to stir my feelings, swayed my mood, and lingered.

Just when it was extremely difficult to let go, Qin Kai, the boss who was slamming the door, sent a WeChat message and asked me how the advertising article I prepared for the duck meat shop was prepared?

I ignored him, and scolded this Huang Shiren thousands of times in my heart.

But the body honestly got up from the bed, sat down at the desk and turned on the computer.

Instead of having trouble falling asleep in bed, it's better to get up and get down to business.

Outside the window, the night is sultry, and the sea breeze brings a salty taste.

I sat down in front of the computer and was stunned for half an hour.

The question in my mind turned back and forth several times.

That is: Qiao Zimo, where is your turtle son? If you are alive, at least make a sound, and if you die, at least give me a dream and let me collect the body for you.

At the cursor of the document, I knocked on N questions, and I was always unexpected.

For example: the intoxicating duck butt, this is the suggestion of Shanti, she said that this duck butt is stunned to eat the taste of wine.

Another example: the Manchu and Han full banquets in the duck meat industry.

Or: duck meat on the tip of the tongue.

In the end, it was the young man with the same deep eye sockets as Qiao Zimo who gave me inspiration.

According to my mother, it is said that when people's living conditions are better, their pursuit of spirituality is higher.

For a small duck restaurant, it is indeed a bit difficult to eat something spiritual from the middle of the duck banquet.

But adding a hazy story is a different story.

I gave this advertising article for a duck meat shop a very literary name: Encounter—A Different Duck Soup.

I searched the Internet for a picture of the back of a girl full of literature and art, thought about it, and found a picture of a young man with a strong artistic temperament on the Internet, of course, that picture was based on the image of the young man who poured duck soup on my nose.

A literary girl, a young man with artistic temperament.

And with a name you met.

It is inevitable that I will develop rich associations.

At the beginning of the article, I started from the perspective of a young woman in literature and art.

Youth, you have dropped your shadow in my duck broth, but you have taken my soul.

Youth, you can take away the soul, but you can't take away my beloved duck soup.

Me and my duck broth, as well as Boss Duck's dog named Curly, have been waiting for you here.

The article writes in great detail about such an early summer evening, a girl sits in a duck shop and drinks duck soup.

Then a windy man appeared behind her and made her drink a nose of duck broth.

Then, just because she had dried the glass window and looked at him from the crowd, she never forgot his countenance.

That face, like the mellow duck broth, was ingrained in her mind.