"Can you think about things while driving?"

Meng Lingxiao smiled and asked, "Why can't you think about things while driving?" ”

"Isn't driving a car about giving you all the attention?"

"As long as the technique is good, you can drive any way."

Tian Miao was stunned for a moment, why is this sentence so strange?

Seeing that Tian Miao didn't reply, Meng Lingxiao smiled evilly, and added: "My driving skills are very good, you should experience it often." ”

Belch......

Tian Miao smiled: "That's nature, with me to help you practice, can your technique be bad." ”

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm ......" Tian Miao touched her stomach and frowned slightly, "It seems that she is a little hungry." ”

"We'll eat right away." Meng Lingxiao looked at Tian Miao, "Do you want to eat Hunan food?" ”

"In addition to wanting to eat Hunan cuisine, I just want to eat Sichuan cuisine."

"I knew it."

After speaking, Meng Lingxiao took Tian Miao to a Hunan seafood barbecue.

Tian Miao called Lin Qingyue and told her that they wouldn't go back to eat tonight, and the two of them would wait for a barbecue.

This is a self-service barbecue, although the store is not big, but the location of the barbecue restaurant is beautiful.

After a while, the two of them chose all kinds of dishes they wanted to eat.

The two of them took matters into their own hands, first putting the lobster on the sizzling squid, small yellow croaker, shrimp, wagyu beef, etc.

A burst of aroma came, and the two of them worked hard to bake the dinner while bringing the baked food to eat.

"Hurry up and eat." Tian Miao looked at Meng Lingxiao with a smile, "The meat seems to be a little mushy, let's eat it quickly." ”

Meng Lingxiao was also hungry, but he still helped Tian Miao peel the shrimp and peel the meat to Tian Miao.

Seeing Tian Miao eating happily, Meng Lingxiao took out two tissues and reached out to wipe the oil stains on Tian Miao's lips.

"Leave me alone, you can eat quickly."

"Okay." Meng Lingxiao put down the tissue in his hand and ate happily.

After eating, Meng Lingxiao settled the bill, and the two of them happily walked out of the restaurant.

Meng Lingxiao gently held Tian Miao's hand, picked up her hand, and kissed her fingers.

Tian Miao looked at the hand that was clenched by him, feeling Meng Lingxiao's gentle and infinite movements, the softest place in her heart became softer, and she smiled softly: "I am really happy today, you gave me such a good gift, it's great." ”

After eating, the two of them did not drive home directly, but walked around the restaurant, Tian Miao looked at the scenery here, although it was just an ordinary grove, but in her heart, it was like a fairyland on earth.

I was happy, and sure enough, whatever I saw, it was all beautiful.

Meng Lingxiao's kiss fell lightly on Tian Miao's cheek, and it took a long time for them to return to the fake.

Because they were tired of playing during the day, they came home, took a bath, and slept quietly, both of them slept very sweetly, with even breathing, and slept beautifully.

slept until dawn, and when Tian Miao seemed to be asleep and woke up, Meng Lingxiao's hand gently put on Tian Miao's hand.

Tian Miao felt the temperature brought by Meng Lingxiao's right hand, so she sobered up a lot, and said with a slight smile: "Good morning." ”

Meng Lingxiao turned his head and gave her a shallow kiss, "Good morning." ”

"Husband, help me massage my upper body."

"Huh?" Meng Lingxiao was a little surprised by Tian Miao's sudden suggestion.

"A few days ago, Sister Zhang Yun found me an activity with the main purpose of caring for female cancer patients, many of whom are quite serious."

"Oh, in this case, then I'll massage you, what if the press is excited?"

"You have to be a good masseuse, you have to have professional ethics, and you can't be tempted casually."

"Okay, okay, you're right." Meng Lingxiao replied with a soft wink.

After speaking, Meng Lingxiao stretched out his big hand, and his slender fingers gently roamed Tian Miao's smooth body, and when he walked forward, although his massage was not disciplined, it made people feel very good.

"Are you comfortable?" Meng Lingxiao asked in a low voice.

Tian Miao nodded and said, "Well......"

It's obvious that I've started to enjoy it. However, after being too comfortable, Tian Miao couldn't restrain herself at first.

Seeing Tian Miao turn over and hug him, Meng Lingxiao hooked his lips, knowing that Tian Miao was moved first.

In the end, they happily did what they wanted to do.

"Didn't you tell me not to be tempted? You moved first. ”

"So what? I am a woman, and I have the capital to be emotional. ”

Meng Lingxiao saw Tian Miao's pretty red face, and couldn't help pinching it: "You, don't eat your husband and me." ”

Tian Miao immediately shook his head: "How could I eat you dry and wipe it clean, and keep it for a lifetime." ”

Meng Lingxiao sighed slightly, and reached out to hold Tian Miao into his arms, "I knew that you kept me for your own use." ”

Tian Miao hooked his lips and smiled, it is estimated that he was happy in his heart, and pretended.

After getting up, Tian Miao read the prose for a while before going to the studio.

This essay is called "Where is Happiness? 》

When I woke up today, there was a lot of snow floating outside the window, like elves, dancing lightly in the air.

Wrap up in a thick down jacket and put on the hat on your clothes and go out for a spin. On the way, through a meadow, quietly, only the sound of snowflakes falling and stepping on the snow. I suddenly wanted to look back, but I found that I was alone in the small garden, and I suddenly felt that I was detached, and I seemed to be one with the snow. Has my mind been purified?

PHS is finally going bad. I originally wanted to support it until next year's delisting, but it didn't come to fruition, it still went on strike, shut down at every turn, and sometimes it couldn't be opened. Life is like this, no matter how perfect the original plan is, the actual plan can never catch up with the change. It's like being kind enough to do things badly.

It's okay to have no contact with other people, there is a feeling of isolation, and it is a pleasure to walk alone alone.

It's a holiday, and I'm the only one left on the floor of our dorm building. My loved ones are far away, and I want to wish them happiness and health. I want to ask: Where is my heart's home? I just know that my body is here, suffering alone. I don't know why I want to punish myself like this, maybe loneliness is synonymous with me. Either way, I was afraid to wait until nightfall, because the full moon would touch my sensitive nerves. I was afraid of the lights of thousands of homes, because my worries were piled up in the busy corners. I was afraid that the day of reunion would come, that I would not have a tomorrow.

Looking back on it now, it's a little scary. Yesterday for some reason, I drank alone in the room without sweating, without going to the bathroom, in other words, the alcohol was not broken down at all! When I woke up again, it was already morning, and when I touched my hand, I was actually sleeping in my bed. How do I climb into a high bed? Blank, a blank in the memory of a life! How terrifying!

In the morning, I had been weak and alcoholic stubbornly wandering in my body, tormenting me wantonly, and I experienced such discomfort for the first time...... Fortunately, there was the fresh smell of snowflakes, which neutralized my depression.

When I came back from the mall, it was already evening. A touch of sunset, through the window, gently scattered in the house, a song "funeral flower chant" abruptly stopped, and suddenly found that this empty campus was so quiet. Gently wiping the corners of her sour eyes, she found that life was so difficult, as bitter as a teardrop that inadvertently fell into her mouth. I'm so sad, I don't know what others will think, and how many people can appreciate it?

Time is always fleeting. Life goes round and round, and you can't escape a reincarnation.

The world is really small, the experience of each of us cannot be infinitely large, we have our own different dreams, but there is always something in common. Because each of us is just an individual, just an ordinary individual, there is no way to make ourselves too different. Nine times out of ten, loneliness is our common mood.

There are too many excellent people, and it is too difficult to make yourself excellent, so we need to understand that the excellence of others can promote their own better, and not simply exclude others for their own selfish interests.

I never thought that I would forget the pain and loneliness of life, because it is not easy for people to live, and if you don't leave memories, it's like life has no accumulation.

A little bit of melancholy came over. Warmth didn't come to me.

The city is already lit up with neon lights. Riding a bicycle to the East Lake, the lights gradually dimmed, gradually moving away from the hustle and bustle, and slowly restoring the nature of the night.

Fortunately, there is no moon, and the feeling of "Jiang Qingyue's neighborhood" is a little depressing. The sky was dotted with a few stars, and the street lamps in the distance were lit up through the sparsely swaying leaves.

When standing on the edge of the lake, the surface of the lake shows her charm to the fullest through the light in the distance: the breeze gently caresses the water, and the water waves ripple brightly and dimly under the gaze of the street lamp in the distance, like a baby's cradle. Occasionally, mischievous little fish poke their heads out and swing a ring of water. With the gentle waves, the surface of the lake became more tranquil and pleasant, and looking at her, I couldn't help but feel the urge to melt in.

It's the most beautiful lake at night! But it made me feel the desolation of "the shadow of the crane in the lotus pond, and the cold moon burying the soul of the flower".

"A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old, and when did the sun set. Helplessly, the flowers fell, the familiar swallow returned, and the small garden incense path wandered alone. ”

A few years ago, when I started reading this song, I only came up with a quiet mountain garden in the late spring dusk. Now, I can read the sadness of the past, the ruthlessness of time, and the changeability of life.

Why didn't the lyricist change "wandering alone in the small garden incense path" to "wandering alone in the small garden and secluded path"? It seems to be closer to my mood at this time: walking alone on a lonely path, drinking alone in a pavilion.

I've been very tired lately, is there something wrong with me? Depression? I can sleep for a day and a night without getting out of bed. I felt like I was about to fall to the bottom, I don't know why I became like this, how cheerful and free I used to be. Now I can't seem to find the joy I used to have, because I'm in a bad mood, or because I understand the meaning of life. What is real life?

That day, I took a very meaningful class, only to realize that for the past few years, my life has been blind, I have no idea what I really want, let alone what I should do, and I don't know what I am doing now.

What is happiness, I have never found a standard answer.

Sometimes, I'm really embarrassed, so helpless, I don't know where to go.

Wandering alone at a crossroads, not knowing where to go, not knowing which direction to take, I had a little tears, but I didn't want to shed them, because I couldn't find a reason to cry, and it made me feel desperate.

I don't know what my future holds, I don't know if my sky is blue, if my path is smooth. There is no fixed path in life, and if you want to get something, then you have to give up something first. Perhaps, after you give up painfully, you still don't get anything, and if you're lucky, you get the whole beautiful world from now on.

So anticipation consumes me many, many times: where is the love I expect? Where in such a world can an idealist like me be tolerated?

Looking forward to a peaceful harbor, looking forward to warmth, looking forward to an ideal country, and fulfilling all my dreams. It's true that I have too much to look forward to, and I can't find the direction in my short life, and I'm confused in the sky.

I like to walk on the remote path by the lake, or stroll, or stop, and the occasional car passing by, reminding the atmosphere of the city.

Such days are so hurried, like happiness, that many longings have not had time to plan, and they go with the wind.

I often say, "Everyone should be happy." "Although, in my opinion, a lot of things that we don't need. To live, sometimes just to fulfill other people's dreams, for the envy of others. After being sad alone, life has to go on, but it is still not for yourself. When will you be able to become chic and live for yourself for a while? I used to see a beggar, I always stepped forward to give something, but now I feel that I am not as good as the beggar, so the last trace of pity turned into a light smoke and drifted away......

My parents used to say that you have to look at the big picture in everything you do, otherwise you will lose a lot because of a small thing. But what does it matter to gain or lose? Some fates are destined to be lost, and sticking to them will not end well. You don't have to have someone to love, but you have to love someone well. Everything that comes with a view of life means that many times we don't have love. All we have is lust and selfishness.

In the days when I looked down, I felt sorry when I looked up. We are accustomed to following others, and we stubbornly believe that life should be like this, and everyone has been through the dust, so it is necessary to follow them and continue to move forward. After all, even philosophers have said, "Life is beautiful, we must cherish it"!

Most of us are easily forgotten by the world, a swarm of ants. The greatest takeaway from our lives is learning to keep in mind those people that no one will forget.

I have always been on the road to happiness, but happiness is still far from me. Happiness is selfish, the world is impermanent, liking is young, waiting is painful.

Life is actually like that advertisement: a cow holds a pan with a piece of beef on top...... Advertising content: "Beef is delicious!" — but it was a cow that ate it. Hypocrisy, violence, force, blood, gore.

I feel more and more that death is easy, but life is hard. So, what about happiness?