I took a small sip, without the slightest spicy smell. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I said, "What kind of wine is this?" So delicious? I'll buy some at a later time. ”

She suddenly sighed and said, "You can't buy this wine......"

"Why?"

"Because this wine has been put here for a hundred years, do you think it doesn't taste good?"

"What? Nearly a hundred years? "I was so surprised that I was a little reluctant to drink.

She continued: "This is also the last, and it will be gone after tonight......"

"Huh? So rare? Oh! Wrong! Aren't you here just looking for wine? Are you really idle? ”

She smiled, "Sort of......"

I took another sip with some reluctance. She asked, "Why are you here?" Wouldn't it be like me, a sad person forgotten by the world? ”

I smacked my lips and said, "How is that possible?" I'm a friend who helped me! ”

"Friends! Do you still have friends? That's nice! In fact...... I'm also envious of you living happily like you...... It's a pity...... I can't go back......" her tone was full of self-pity and self-harm.

I said, "Sister, aren't you borrowing wine to drown your sorrows?" That's a waste of good wine! Actually...... Why do you think so much about life in the world? Just be happy. As long as you want to be happy...... You're going to be happy......"

"Really? This distracted, hectic world...... There is still such an open-minded person as you...... That's nice! ”

She seemed to take a sip of the wine and muttered, "This wine was made by him, and now he is drinking the wine he made...... But he ...... But where did you go...... Will there be another 'her' ......?"

She said this very sadly, perhaps because she was infected by her emotions, and I was also sad for a while. She choked up and said: "Where is the abandonment now, it is fashionable and dear." will also take pity on the people in front of ......"

"Girl...... You're in love......"

She didn't answer me, but suddenly said, "Do you also have a love affair?" I know very well that people like you don't care about anything on the surface, and only I know the fragility in my heart......"

"Where?" I said, "Where does a heartless, heartless, heartless, and unrighteous guy like me come from?" Oh! I chased a woman I really liked the other day, but I didn't get it? Could it be that this is also a tragedy? ”

"It's not enough to change a person," she said. How、Even if it's love? ”

I slapped my leg and laughed, "That's right." Where do I have any love? ”

She also smiled: "Maybe you forgot, right?" Anyway! is the same person who has fallen to the end of the world, why should we have known each other when we meet. We...... Cheers! ”

"Cheers!" I was also a little drunk and raised my glass to her.

She said, "Actually...... He is very fond of the moon season. He said, "People should be like the moon and the season, and they should be open brilliantly at all times." Consistent...... He said...... Plum blossoms are thieves and high, chrysanthemums are poor and lonely, lotus flowers are the most pretentious, and roses are the most cheesy. Unlike the moon season, it is very similar to roses, but it does not learn roses at all. It just opens silently, brilliantly, no matter what time of ......"

I laughed and said, "I like the moon season too!" ”

"So coincidentally?" She smiled, "It seems that we are really very close...... You see...... There's also a moon season around here. After all these years, they are still on, and ...... It's still so big......"

I sniffed, and there was a faint sweet fragrance of moon flowers in the wind. Looking up, there are really moon flowers around here, large and small, countless.

It is pink, and the diameter of the flower is very large, and the individual one, almost the size of a large bowl.

Not the big bowl, of course. I'll just say that the diameter of the flower should be ten centimeters!

It's really, really beautiful. One after another, in this no-man's land, quietly blooming.

In this world, there is only this kind of flower...... Whether it's cold or hot, whether it's a clear sky or a stormy dark night, it's open...... Consistent......

Because it's called the moon season, remember to open every month......

I'm a little intoxicated, if it's daytime, I'm afraid it's more beautiful here. But now there is a touch of moonlight, and the charm is not bad.

I said, "They...... Are they all artificially planted ......? "I also have a few pots at home, but they are potted plants. It's nowhere near as vibrant as this place looks.

She said, "I planted it with him...... Aren't they beautiful ......? ”

I nodded, "Really beautiful?" ”

She suddenly choked up again: But...... Things are people, not everything......

I was gloomy again and asked, "Your previous life was really sad......

She said, "Can I trust you?" ”

I didn't know what she was trying to say, but I froze for a moment.

I said, "You and I just meet in the dew, you don't believe me...... It's also understandable. ”

She suddenly smiled, and her laughter was a little bleak: "Also, tomorrow at dawn, we will go our separate ways, and no one will know anyone from now on......"

"Okay!" I said, "Tomorrow at dawn, we won't recognize each other." You treat me like a stone, you say yes to a stone, a talking stone! ”

She giggled: "You're really funny...... and suddenly asked, "What do you say love is?" ”

I said nonchalantly, "What is it?" Isn't it Yuan Hao's question: Ask the world, what is love? Teach life and death to make a promise! Merely...... Bullshit! Love is a group of neuropaths who are full of food and have nothing to do, and find their own guilt there! ”

She couldn't help but laugh: "Yes! It's a bunch of neuropaths who are there to find their own guilt! It's just a bunch of idiots who lie to themselves and die for themselves. As a result, it is not others who are hurt, but yourself! No matter how heartbroken you are, no matter how sad you are, no one else can see it! Wait until you are bruised all over your body, and then go back and laugh at your former ignorance, your former madness, and your former self-righteousness! ”

She smiled and laughed, but she couldn't hold back her tears. I could hear tears falling on the leaves below.

I couldn't help but laugh at myself: "Yes, love is a group of ignorant children who are performing wonderful interpretations of their lives, but in the end they are nothing." It's just a rainbow drawn in time and space, no matter how beautiful it is...... I can't touch ...... either."

She leaned on it and whispered to Yuan Hao to ask the well-known Maipitang:

Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death. The south and the north are double flyers, how many times has the old wings been cold and hot? Joy and fun, parting and crying, there are even more crazy children. Jun should have a saying: Thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, only the shadow to whom.

Hengfen Road, lonely and drummed, the smoke is still flat. The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind. I don't believe it, the sky is also jealous, the warbler swallow has loess, through the ages, in order to stay for the people, sing and drink wildly, and visit the goose hill.

……

Her voice was soft...... said that it was a thought, but it was more like an amorous woman pouring out her heart.

Maybe she drank too much, her voice was a little hoarse and not so beautiful, but that kind of resentment and gentleness were revealed between the lines.

My heart was empty, and I couldn't help but cry in a daze. It turned out that she was such a poetic woman, as if she had come out of a poem or painting......

There are many people who know the first half of this poem, and the first two sentences are even more well-known. But if you ask who the author of this poem is, I'm afraid that few people will know. In fact, this poem is not for a pair of crazy men and women, but for a pair of geese.

Scold! In these years, people are not as good as geese......

In her hoarse, clear voice, I fell asleep.