Crazy life

The hot smell of wine was carried away by the icy rain, and the residual temperature of the body was still there, but the temperature of the heart had fallen to the freezing point. The rain dripped down his hair on Kita's eyelashes, and the pale light projected from the distant room was reflected in the darkness, and the dark brown pupils were surging undercurrents, and the trapped beast rushed and roared in his pupil water prison, and the water around the prison overflowed, and the distant light gradually blurred in the mist. A taxi slowly stopped on the north side, and He He hurriedly ran down from the car with an umbrella and raised his hand to block the rain for Bei.

"Are you crazy? If you have an umbrella, you don't fight? What's wrong? Bei didn't say a word, turned around and got into the car.

He He looked at him stunned, then looked back at Ao Ao's home, and sighed briefly. Why else? Who else could make him like that but that person?

He got into the driver's seat and drove away. The windshield wipers swept back and forth, and the rain converged into several small rivers flowing rapidly on the front window of the car, like a small transparent snake, and at this moment, the poisonous snake of love was entangled, biting North's heart, the pain spread all over the body, the venom penetrated deep into the blood vessels and slowly flowed with the blood, swimming in the organs and limbs, the poison of the deep love occupied every cell, the neuralgia was numb, and he could not remember anything in his mind except the face of the person. It is that person who obviously rejects himself, it is that person who hurts himself, and the person who makes himself lose himself is also that person, he can be resentful or unwilling, but at this moment he has no trace of resentment in his heart, and he can't think of any reason to blame her. Bei suddenly understood the sentence "It's raining for her in his eyes, but his heart is holding an umbrella for her", he couldn't help but think that she should be very sad and sad at the moment, he wanted to be by her side, even if it was a night.

Let me hold you, stretch out my arms, give you support, and give you comfort. How I longed to hold on to it. Let the water pour into my chest and make it hot in my arms.

"My love, will you cry until dawn."

Ao leaned against the door, tears drenching his sleeves, his eyes red and swollen, and his lips trembling slightly. Her heart called "Bei" and "Deng Bei" over and over again, she bit her lip to prevent herself from calling out, and the sound of choking in her throat was very similar to that person's name. Blood was tumbling in her mind, and the three words that had never been uttered were hot in her blood and heart.

This night, the two people who looked at each other from afar and missed each other secretly were not blessed by good dreams, and the cold of the late night soaked through their clothes and were swept into sleep.

Kita met the face that he missed day and night in a cold dream, but he couldn't touch her, he was trapped by the thorns all over the mountains and couldn't hug her. He watched her disappear into the mist, no matter how much he shouted, he didn't see her look back, he was hoarse, he was exhausted, and he didn't wait for a look or even a pause. Suddenly, he felt the thorns around him begin to swim, and they held him tightly, sending him to a bottomless cliff, and then threw him down.

He fell layer by layer in his dream, and he clearly felt the current rushing over his head, each burst of electricity brought a deeper sense of falling, and the uneasiness was pervasive. Kita only felt that he was wandering in uneasy thoughts, falling in ethereal dreams, her untouchable face in his mind seemed to be another paradise, he seemed to see her stretching out her hand to his fallen self, but when he felt that the deeper his love for her, the more he longed for her salvation, the stronger this uneasiness became, the faster he fell, and the love kept pushing him to pull and fight with the restless nightmare, but in the end, he was defeated by the restless nightmare, he failed to grab her hand, and fell into the deep and invisible valley.

A strong sense of fall woke Bei up, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and the neon light of the Shanghai night penetrated the room, and the flaxen-colored sheets glowed white. Beiyan looked at the ceiling vacantly, his forehead was covered with dense sweat, the spacious room was frighteningly quiet, and a fierce monster seemed to be hidden in the dark corner, and there was an oppressive aura around him. Kita lifted the quilt and put on his coat, picked up his bedside mobile phone and car keys, and fled out of this suffocating claustrophobic space.

Driving north around the city of Shanghai, at three o'clock in the morning, the rain has long stopped, and vehicles are hurrying back and forth. He opened the car window, holding the steering wheel in one hand and holding the cigarette in the other, the flame of the smoke went on and off between his fingers, the dim street lamp of the city shone on his arm, the cold wind blew through Beibei's ears, but the cool touch could not take away the heat on his forehead. He was like a ghost, mechanically and emotionlessly stepping on the gas and brakes, the light of the traffic lights flashing above his head, and the intersection was not as bustling as it was during the day, and it was so desolate that it was faintly frightening. He stepped on the gas pedal again to escape the intersection and swayed to a familiar place.

Ao couldn't sleep, looking out the window in a daze with red and swollen eyes, her eyes were sore and sore, obviously very tired, but she couldn't sleep for some reason. She listened carefully to the sound of the night, listening carefully to everything, but for some reason she could always hear the familiar voice saying "Oao, I'm waiting for you". The silent night was silent, a car passed by slowly, the pale headlights seeped in through the curtains of Ao, the car slowly stopped outside Ao's house, and then the lights went out, and the quiet night returned to silence.

Who? In the past, Ao Ao must have thought which paparazzi it was?

But today, she had another strong feeling.

It's him.

She jumped out of bed barefoot, lifted a little curtain, wiped her red and swollen eyes and looked out, through the shade of the trees, she could vaguely see the car parked outside, the familiar car model, the color and smell of the night, and the wide open windows, and a little smoke on and off. It's him.

Kita sat in the car and looked at the window from afar, the window that was tightly covered by curtains. Is the person he loves asleep at the moment? Could he be in her sleepland too? Have a sweet dream.

He sat there quietly, like a scarecrow watching in the wilderness, but he did not feel lonely, because the person he loved was not far from him, and he was quietly watching.