When Lin Paris opened his eyes and saw Lao Song, Wang Pingting and his party in a daze, he thought that he had drunk too much and was hallucinating. She staggered to her feet, plunged into Lao Song's arms, and began to giggle when she opened her mouth.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Don't ask, I'll hold her up, go and call Lin Xingxing."

Lao Song motioned for Wang Pingting to go out on the phone, and at the same time stuffed Lin Paris into his arms and escorted her to the card bag. It's not a good thing to have a beautiful young girl sitting on the edge of the bar and getting drunk.

It wasn't until Lin Xingxing hurriedly came and brought two bottles of hangover medicine to Lin Paris that her cerebral cortex began to be active, and her memory gradually recovered.

"Wake up? Why are you here? Hey, Lao Song, Wan Ting, that's... Wang Wei? Han Mu? And Duan Yun... Wow, when did you all get here? ”

Lao Song coughed, not knowing what to say. It was Wang Pingting who took Lin Paris's hand and burst into tears, she didn't know what this girl who was not afraid of heaven and earth had experienced in the past year, she was destroyed into such a decadent appearance.

Wang Pingting's eyes kept reminding them of what they looked like in junior high school, and Lin Paris in her memory loved to laugh, and there were always two deep dimples on her cheeks. At that time, she never cried or was fragile, calm and calm, and was the best among all of them.

Wang Pingting's eyes were full of sadness, she was really distressed from the bottom of her heart. Lin Paris looked at her and smiled, that kind smile was like the sunshine behind the dark clouds, and it was fleeting as soon as she showed her face in the cloud peak.

"Come, let's drink! Oh, by the way, it's a class reunion, I'm sorry I forgot, I'll punish myself with three glasses first! Lin Paris picked up the big cup on the coffee table with drinks and foreign wine, and began to pour wine into the cup in front of him.

Lin Xingxing was about to go up to stop him, but was pulled back by Lao Song: "Forget it, let her drink, we can't have anything big here today." If you don't let her drink enough to vent now, you won't have a place to cry if something really happens when you turn around! ”

After that, Lao Song sat directly next to Lin Paris, and simply drank with her. Glass after glass of wine poured into the internal organs from Lin Paris's mouth, and everyone could see that she must have been suppressed for too long.

"Come, Paris, I'll drink with you too, and toast to our friendship!"

"And me!"

"And me, Paris!"

"Cheers!"

"Friendship lasts forever!"

"Yes, our friendship has been !! forever"

Led by Wang Pingting, several junior high school classmates who came with them raised their glasses, and in the end, even Lin Xingxing joined their camp. Everyone laughed and danced to the music of the bar, letting the alcohol eat their nerves, and everyone's cheeks flushed.

This scene seems to be the night they graduated from junior high school, walking side by side on campus for the last time. The leaves exude a charming fragrance, some cry, some laugh, and some cry and laugh. Holding hands and tilting their heads, they sang a loud song together, and their voices were as high as if they were roaring. It was the first time they drank a cool beer together, said goodbye together and ushered in their youth together......

"Gently wake up the sleeping mind and slowly open your eyes"

"See if the busy world is still lonely and spinning"

"The spring breeze blows the hearts of young people"

"Let the tears on yesterday's face dry with the memory

...”

I've been writing about youth all along, can I talk to you about what real youth is?

I remember when I was a teenager, I hated being called a child. It wasn't until I grew up that I realized that the days when I could be willful and disobedient were actually our youth.

I don't know when my youth ends, but I feel that the days are passing year by year, and youth is disappearing little by little.

I don't remember when I started to get along with the boys I liked.

The people around me have become numb to the coming and going, and the habit of relying on time to heal everything is like having an inadvertent cold.

Even if he started a new relationship, he didn't dare to post on Moments again. I'm afraid that others will know, and I'm afraid that one day I will become someone else's after-dinner conversation.

I lived trembling and cautious.

I began to feel as if family affection was more real than love, and I began to discover that the secrets I had carefully guarded in my youth were nothing more than trivial things.

I've found that I'm becoming more and more selective, "the lesser of two evils", and weighing the pros and cons.

I found that everybody had an extra scale in their hand, and everybody was calculating.

I began to accept everyone around me to marry and have children, and I began to get used to being called aunt when I went out.

Those memories of youth are getting fading more and more in my mind, and sometimes I desperately recall, but I find that there is not much left to remember.

I miss more and more those who have appeared in my youth, and at this moment I realize that the original youth is disappearing from my body little by little.

So much so that in the days that followed, I had a polite smile on my face.

I started to work hard for money every day, and it was no longer simple to interact with anyone.

I began to divide my friends into threes, sixes, nines, and so on, and stopped talking all night with those who couldn't help me.

I began to understand what the old people had said, and it seemed to make sense. I also began to understand that the antonym of misfortune is called cherishing.

We've all become adults in other people's mouths, and it's all bad.

Everybody has to go through this process, doesn't it?

People must have loved, hurt, hated, fallen, cried, missed, hurt, and regretted in order to understand how to live.

And those who have really lived once in their youth will deal with their future life more properly.

Time doesn't heal the pain, we're just tired and forget it. Later, when it passed, I thought I was forgiven.

Those things that are inexplicable can only be understood after experiencing them personally.

Didn't those old people grow up in a trance like this?

Time goes back and forth, and the wind is light. The story of youth will eventually be drowned in a bit of dust with the years.

But the people in their youth, until the end of their lives, are still bright and clear.

We may spend the rest of our lives nostalgic for the absurdity of our youth, but we will never be so sad again.

I have always felt that the ten years from the age of sixteen to twenty-six are the most important ten years in my life. These ten years have taught us to grow and determine what kind of person we will become.

But it wasn't until I really experienced the past ten years that I realized that in fact, sixteen years old has the enthusiasm of sixteen years old, but there is also its embarrassment.

Twenty-six-year-olds have twenty-six-year-olds who are insincere, but they also have their freedom to retract and release.

I want to be a wrinkled old lady when I'm sixty years old, and I can tell the teenage girls about our youthful frivolity.

Show them my books and listen to them ask how the grandparents in those stories are doing.

I want to bless everyone who sees this without any strings attached.

May I love what you love, do what you do, listen to your heart, and ask no questions about the West or the East.

Although it can't be as simple as when I was young, bright, and unsophisticated.

May we grow up gentle, cherished, and calm.

What the heart thinks, is invincible.

"Let's go, it's just the three of us, and the bars are almost proofed."

After watching Wang Pingting and the others take a taxi home, Lao Song went back to IFCOCO to drag the crying faint-faced Lin Xingxing and Lin Paris.

The night was an endless deep blue, and the street lamps turned on and off with a faint glow. The three of them walked on the street that was already deserted, and they couldn't even see the shadow of a car, only the three of them wandered alone on the ground.

The spring breeze at the end of April was still mercilessly cool, and the thin placket made their wine sober up more than half. At half past three in the morning, no one dared to knock on the door and go home with the smell of alcohol. went out to drink with great fanfare, and you didn't have to think about it to know that there would be a bad scolding.

"Big sisters, it's been a long time since you left, where are you two going? I didn't think about it, but I froze to death! Lao Song's coat had already been ruthlessly taken off by Lin Xingxing and draped on Lin Paris's body, and at this moment Lao Song was complaining helplessly, obviously they didn't dare to go home and pulled themselves to the funeral. Even if you let yourself accompany you, you can't keep wandering on the road!

"Stop, don't make noise with Lao Song, how long have we been gone?"

"It's going to be half an hour!"

"Don't you think, like... Someone has been following us all the time! ”

As soon as Lao Song was about to look back, he was pulled back by Lin Xingxing, and pinched his neck so that he couldn't move.

"Don't look back!!"

But Lin Xingxing's roar was not as safe as Lao Song's direct retrospective. The men in black in the rear were already impatient to follow, and they were worried that they wouldn't have a chance to attack them.

So with Lin Xingxing's roar echoing in the air, I only felt the sound of footsteps shaking the mountains for a while, and I didn't know how many people were behind them, and the three of them ran forward desperately.

Lin Paris, who had just scolded Lin Xingxing for having persecution paranoia, is now finally willing to admit that they were being followed. She was dragged forward by Lin Xingxing like a well-behaved kitten, and scolded Lao Song while running: "Song Shangyu, who the hell did you mess with?" ”

"It's not me, I don't look like it's coming at me!"

Old Song looked back at the people chasing them behind, and the instinctive reaction of a former soldier told him that this was not an ordinary robbery. The group of people in the back are well-trained, and they can be described as murderous. And the mobile phones of the three of them have long been out of battery, and there has not been a single car on this road for half an hour, and it is impossible for there to be foreign assistance.

At this moment, Lao Song's reason told him that if he continued to run like this, none of the three of them would be able to escape!

There was silence all around, and only the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer could be heard a few meters away, which was terrifyingly close.

"You two split up and go to the police!!!"

This sentence was almost shouted by Lao Song with all his strength, and every word was said very clearly, but it shocked Lin Xingxing's heart to tremble, and a feeling of despair spread from her feet upwards.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, Lao Song stopped.

Lin Xingxing and Lin Paris both knew that in terms of physical strength, a group of people behind them might not be able to outrun Lao Song! 2k reading web