Love is a glass of spirit.

When you first taste it, it is thick but not thick, light but not light!

Love is a glass of spirit.

When you are drunk, you only feel that the torrent of years is rolling forward, and you join hands with you, and there are no regrets in this life!

Love is a glass of spirit.

When indifferent, the sudden feeling is just a floating cloud, all the past is a big joke, and I am the big fool!

Love is a glass of spirit.

Drunk you, drunk me. When I raised my eyes again, I felt that the relationship between you and me was much shallower than I imagined!

Love is a glass of spirit.

Drunk you, drunk me. When you raise your glass again, you just want to forget, the red dust is full of dust, forget you and me!

Perhaps, there is no problem with the relationship between Cuckoo and her husband, her husband used to be so obsessed with Cuckoo being his person in life and his ghost in death!

Perhaps, when the cuckoo came back to accompany the child during the summer vacation, the woman took advantage of the situation, and after the cuckoo returned, the paper could not contain the fire and exposed the filling.

Although Du Juan has never registered with her husband for a license, they have lived together for seven years. Whether it's love or family affection, I think it should be in the past seven years.

Is it the seven-year itch?

The tickling man did relieve the itch in a way, but it was based on the pain of the former lover. Most of this kind of happiness against conscience will not last long!

At this moment, I lowered my head and immersed myself in the whirlpool of cuckoo's feelings, and raised my eyes to see the ACCCIM walk in in a flash.

His sudden appearance startled me. I blinked, thinking to myself that I wasn't dazzled, why did he appear in the air, wearing pajamas again? Is it sleepwalking?

At this point, I stared at the door and thought, "Huh? What about the bark on him? "

"What are you looking out? I'm here on my own. He said. What about Lao Yan, what about her? ”

"Ah, I didn't see anything. I wondered, glanced at the old man, did his wife follow behind? "I said." Lao Yan, where is she in that store, will I help you call her, or will you go over to find her? ”

As he was talking, it was a coincidence, as if she had called in advance to make an appointment, and Sister Yan came.

"I'm looking for you, the old man just came in." I say.

Hahaha, before she could say a word, Sister Yan laughed first, and I thought, "Do you want to ask for money back?"

Talking back and forth, I always feel a little unbearable, and between you and me, it always seems to be a little ambiguous. It wasn't until I was about to get off work that I watched the two of them walk out of the store and chatted in the corridor for a while, but they didn't seem to get to the point. I wondered if I was too muna, and I hadn't heard a clue after they had finished speaking? It seems that emotional intelligence is really a hard injury!

When I came out of the store after work, the golden light of the sunset hung over the western sky. A thin layer of orange clouds spread out into the sky, gradually turning purple, purple and dark blue, until it reached the east and gradually became a deep black. However, it is precisely the inconspicuous-looking deep black of the east that is lined with a bright moon rising.

At this moment, the autumn wind was blowing, and before I knew it, I walked forward quickly with my hands on my shoulders.

Although the sun was struggling to sink as slowly as possible in the west, the heavy lead-gray clouds that came out of nowhere covered the western sky one layer to the left and one layer to the right. The retreating sunset can dye the nearby clouds into clouds, but it can't reach the distant ones, at this moment.

Between two points and one line, shuttling back and forth every day, life is as boring as a glass of boiled water.

At this moment, I got off the crowded bus and walked downstairs. It was dark early, and the fence of the small courtyard reflected the shadow on the ground under the street lamp, and it seemed that only the dry petunia vines were swaying in the autumn wind, like the fluttering black robe of a winter witch riding a broom across the sky at night. The shadow of an old tree fell aside, the branches swayed with the wind, my nest of old neighbors in this season is very good at recuperation, go back to bed early, and tomorrow I will get up early again. Let's be honest, they never matter when you fall asleep?

After dinner, I looked at the old lady who passed by the small market yesterday and met the flower seller, she had to force me to stuff a pot of pomegranate flowers that she didn't have time to serve, she said that she had been in the car for almost a week, but looking at me, I couldn't do it.

The three pomegranate seedlings grew to be more than 30 centimeters tall, and at this moment, the emerald green leaves shone under the light, and the water was lovely and beautiful.

The eldest sister who sells flowers herself said that she likes flowers very much, just plug it in the water, and when she sees the flowers and trees maintained in this flower pot, she always makes it difficult, and the service is not good, rather than directly killing her hands, it is better to give it away.

Her welcoming look reminded me of my former neighbors. At that time, I lived in an old building, in a long corridor, one by one.

The daughter-in-law married by the black and fat male neighbor was also black and fat, and even more so when she gave birth to a son, I secretly sighed more than once that their family genes were strong. This black and fat male neighbor is particularly fond of raising flowers, and her daughter-in-law buys flowers when she sees them, and plants them when she sees them. At that time, their son was a preschooler, and every day he carried a small bucket in his hand, and he watered the flowers and plants when he had nothing to do. Raise a stubble, die a stubble, buy a stubble, without a stubble, just like the grass and trees withered, flowers and plants in their hands, sure that it will be finished in less than a week, no matter what kind of flowers, what season.

Later, the black and fat male neighbor gave me a batch of old flower pots every once in a while, and when I couldn't use them, they were all secretly taken away by the old woman who loved to raise flowers in the corridor in the middle of the night.

I often give some flowers that are not afraid of watering to the black and fat male neighbor to express my gratitude to him for accepting the flower pot.

Later, they didn't buy flowers anymore, and when the flowers withered, they returned them to me, and I asked for a new one. I can't help it, I have to do it. Until the day when I was really in short supply, I raised my eyes and saw that my house was full of empty flower pots and dead branches and leaves, and I made up my mind not to give them a pot of flowers, which is equivalent to killing these flowers in disguise, I am really reluctant.

Just like the eldest sister who sells flowers, for the time being, she said that she is unwilling to serve the pot of pomegranate flowers, because I think she can serve it well, otherwise the pomegranate flowers in the pot will not stay in the car for a week and look good. She knew that she had to find a master who could serve the flowers, otherwise she would waste all her efforts.

The pomegranate flower is auspicious, and since it was waiting for me on a small cart for a week, I will naturally treat it well.

Lying in bed, exhausted, I just want to sleep quietly for a while.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt that I had slept well all night, and I didn't have any dreams. When I went to the window, I saw the old neighbors standing on a branch and singing a song. Although that voice doesn't sound as good as Huang Ying's singing, it did sing to me, and I think it's really good.

At this time, looking at the desk calendar, the last day of the month is also the day when Sister Shiitake is waiting for the limit of her salary. My plan is to wait for two days and hear what Boss Lan means. She's a lot better than the old middle-of-the-middle, at least when it comes to paying.

All right! Thinking of this, I decided to give Shiitake a call when I arrived at the company. Because, right now, I'm going to be busy preparing breakfast for the kids.

The child has lost some weight these days, and when he eats what he likes to eat, he is not as stormy as before, and there is not even a slag left. The older children in the fourth grade of junior high school have drifted apart unconsciously.

He knows better than me about hot and cold, and he wears very thickly, and I try to persuade him not to wear so much, what do you wear in winter? When I went out, he told me in turn to bring a dress in my bag, so that I don't have to see you hugging your shoulder when I come back in the evening. In an instant, I was so moved that tears rolled in my eyes!

Oh! I just arrived at the door of the store early in the morning, and Sister Shiitake was standing there waiting for me!

"My sister, are you perming your hair again?" I said, "You haven't come to work in a while, and there's really one less scene on the street." ”

Because of her head shaped like a giant shiitake mushroom, I couldn't really guess if she had slept on the edge of her bed last night. There is always a price to pay for beauty. What's especially cute is that the huge head shape is wearing a felt black top hat, and the poor little top hat is so small that it only buttons the tip of a brain!

Giggling, looking at his own shadow on the glass, he choked himself enough to laugh vigorously.

I don't need to say much about the things in the store, there is a free speaker in the work group that is responsible for the free broadcast of the whole network. At this point, I guess, we might have the same idea.

She was wearing the blue and black plaid wool coat that I bought with her on a rainy night, and I thought it was really magnificent. It's a coat that you don't want to take off when you put it on, especially in a cool season like this.

When a gust of autumn wind blows on the streets, the colorful autumn leaves fall colorfully. A woman about fifty years old, wearing a blue and black plaid wool coat and a felt top hat, a red and yellow autumn leaves falling on the hat, just in time for this season, I don't know how beautiful it will be.

At this time, Sister Shiitake opened the black patent leather bag in her hand, which was a very luxurious bag that she had bought for several months, and took out her small glass lunch box from inside, and handed it to me a few hot dumplings.

"Breakfast for me?" I asked with a touched face. "And, in such a luxurious bag?"

"Humph! It's not specially made for you, pick it up at the door, you don't eat it, send it to the sweeper to eat. She said, running her hands upwards with her hair.

"Hmmm! I'll teach you how to sweep the floor and eat this dumpling. I said.

At this point, I hunched up and coughed twice. I found a convenient chopstick, broke it from the middle, deliberately broke one of them, and picked up a dumpling in half and just sent it to the mouth for a cough, and the dumplings fell into the lunch box together with the halazi, and immediately grabbed it with my hand, stuffed it into my mouth and swallowed it. Then, he looked at her with a blank gaze.

At this moment, it made her laugh enough. Homeopathically, I explained a few words to the uncle who swept the floor, and I met her unexpectedly because of the heavy rain that day.

After she heard this, she lowered her face for a while and said, "You say, the old man who sweeps the floor, why is it so annoying?" ”

"That day, I was afraid of running into acquaintances, so I ran into acquaintances. I didn't expect that what Lao Qin was going to say that day, I had never been ready in my heart. I thought that the rain was a little smaller, let's go quickly, I'm sorry, everyone got together. Who knows, the old man who swept the floor, the next day, sent me back alive the bouquet of flowers I didn't want to accept. You say how embarrassed I am! She said with a blushing face.

"When fate comes, maybe you can't run if you want to?" I said, "Fate is hidden in that bouquet of flowers, chasing you all over the street, whether you are hiding in the small warehouse or not?" ”

Hehe!

Cluck!

Hahaha, we both laughed.