The next afternoon.

Summer day came to the door with two burdens.

The burden was an old sheet with two holes in it; Wrapped in tattered sheets was a bed, which was also tattered, and at first glance it was a quilt made of black-hearted cotton; Another burden is some of her simple daily necessities.

"That's all you have?" I looked at the sweaty summer day and asked in surprise.

"yes!" Xia Tian said embarrassedly, "When I first came to Beijing, I didn't even have this bedding!" ”

"Oh my God! You just come out with such a bed of black-hearted cotton to mix the world! I said with a lot of emotion.

"Not all," Summerday smiled, "and, my youth, my body, my dreams!" ”

"And what are your dreams?" I asked with interest.

"Learn the computer well," Summer Vowed to "at least find a job where you can meet people!" ”

"Actually, I was even more ridiculous than you when I came to Beijing," I patted Xia Tian on the shoulder and smiled embarrassedly, "I came here in a drunken and nervous state, and I didn't even bring a change of underwear!" ”

"But you've changed now!" Xia Tian said with a look of adoration, "When I came, I had nothing, but now I have computers, TVs, telephones, etc." ”

"And the rice cooker," I said solemnly, "you forgot to say it!" ”

Summer laughed so much that she almost sat on the ground.

I tugged at Summer's hand and couldn't wait to settle her into my bed.

The stairs are steep and narrow.

I took Summer Days' hand and started going upstairs.

Summer Tian obediently followed behind me, not saying a word.

I left my summer luggage in the house, started to grab two beers and went up to the roof with her.

On the other side of the roof, the little woman named Fang next door was still sitting on a chair, drinking cheap red wine with her orchid fingers cocked and looking at the sky.

"Who's that?" Summer Tian asked in wonder, "It's so poetic!" ”

"Like me, they're all freelancers," I whispered, "but I'm a man!" ”

"What's a man's size?" Summer asked silly.

"Drink a bar!" I said as I opened a bottle of beer and handed it to Summer Day, "There's a box in the house, it's not enough for us to buy it again!" ”

"You want to get me drunk!" Summer Day said with a smile.

"That's right!" I said very seriously, "It's good to be drunk!" ”

"You can go on without getting drunk!" Summer said silly.

I laughed.

Above the rooftop, pigeons are circling and flying.

In my heart, flowers and butterflies are flying lightly.

A night of lingering sorrow.

After dawn, I took Xia Tian to Feiyu Computer School and registered her.

Looking at the happy face of Xia Tian when he held the training materials, my heart also blossomed.

After that day, I started to go to computer school during the day every day in the summer, and I ended up at ease.

I started to get busy with the manuscript again.

After writing for a while, I felt dizzy and wanted to go up to the roof to get some air.

I went up a staircase welded with iron sheets to the roof.

On the roof of the building, the little woman Fang who often drank red wine was also on it.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes quietly, and pondered my car manuscript.

"What are you thinking?" Fang lifted her heavily makeup face and asked me lazily.

I didn't say anything.

"What are you thinking?" Fang raised her voice and asked again.

"I wonder why Van Gogh cut off his own ear with a sharp knife for the sake of a prostitute?" I said through gritted teeth.

"Why?" Fang asked with interest as she shook the delicate goblet in her hand.

"For love," I said with a laugh, "for a good love!" ”

"Is there still love in this world?" Fang smiled, "This world has long been sluggish, and beautiful love has long passed away like a monk who has attained the Tao!" ”

"Wait, I'll go get you a book," I quickly went downstairs to get a book, and said excitedly after bringing it to Fang, "This is "Selected Love Poems of the World", you take a good look, there are so many people in this world who are singing about love, beautiful love!" Great love! This book will definitely wake up your nerves that are gradually numbing like a hammer, and wipe away your long-lost mood! Love is always the same! Love is always beautiful! ”

"Maybe!" Fang smiled faintly, "Is that your girlfriend the one who came here in the past two days?" ”

"It's not!" I smiled slightly, "A female friend, not a girlfriend!" ”

"And what does your girlfriend do?" Fang asked nonchalantly.

"I said it's a beautiful writer, do you believe it?" I asked with a smile.

"You just say it's a female star, I believe it!" Fang Mian said softly.

"What kind of business does your husband do?" I didn't have anything to say, "Seeing him so busy all day!" ”

"It doesn't matter what he does, as long as he can make money!" Fang sighed and looked at the empty wine bottle at her feet and said, "You are young and your legs are sharp, go and help me run errands and buy a bottle of wine bar!" ”

"Any tips?" I asked with a hippie smile.

"Of course," Fang said, pulling out a 50 yuan bill, looking like a wealthy man who looked like dung, "the rest of the money will buy you a pack of smoked cigarettes for yourself!" ”

"Then your old man will wait!" I quickly took the bill from Fang and said happily, "I haven't seen such a large denomination in a long time!" ”

"There's something bigger than that!" Fang said with a smile.

"Really?" I asked, pretending.

"Hurry up and buy wine!" Fang waved her hand impatiently at me, "It's young, it's a lot of nonsense!" ”

I smiled and went downstairs.

I went to the mall and bought a bottle of red wine for Fang, and then hummed a little song and staggered up to the roof.

"It's not cheap for you to buy this wine!" Fang took the bottle and smiled and asked, "How much did you post yourself?" ”

"It's not much," I said earnestly, "even if I invite you!" ”

At this time, Fang's five-short-figure seemingly second-hand old man came openly with a second-hand BMW.

Fang and I both saw it, so she drank the red liquid from her cup and went downstairs.

Why let that old man with a short figure and crooked melons and cracked dates possess this beautiful and kind-hearted woman? Why? Is it just that second-hand BMW?

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, the more angry I became, the more angry I became.