The air was damp and the sky was unclear, so I bit my straw and looked at the laptop screen.

The cursor kept flashing, waiting for me to write the first line.

It's usually the case, as soon as the first line is written in its entirety, the story starts flowing, the characters come to me with their notes, they laugh, they cry, they even argue.

I had in my mind a world without "humans", of course, without humans like us, and the structure of humanity in this story has changed dramatically, due to the great changes in the natural environment.

It's a bit clichéd, but I always feel like I have to write a story like this, the story of the end and hope in the end, the story of a civilization that has sunset and finds life again in the desert and rocks.

Write hope out of pessimism, and write new rules out of hope.

The main character gradually became clear in my mind, starting with a light blue aquatic weed-like creature swimming in the golden waters, and in the new world the sky is hourglass-shaped, and the passage of time is no longer something that cannot be captured, but a real, even materialized existence.

True, time is a substance, it will run out, but no one knows what the world will be like after it runs out.

The name of this world is T304, and in the 265th Earth year after the expeditionary fleet left Earth, the fleet landed on T304, laid down the cultivation pod, and new life grew on this land.

Time passes, the sky of T304 is like a desert, and the planet's magnetic field determines that the nearest star will always shine on one side of it, and on the other side, the oval planet faces the endless space without stars.

I inhaled a sip of cold plum soup, and a drop of water falling down the glass bottle landed on the desktop next to my notebook, and the cool feeling of the droplet ignited the neurons deep in my brain.

In an instant, I was kissed by the muse, and with the smell of wet water, I typed out the first sentence on the keyboard.

Then, as if relieved, I stretched and suddenly became sleepy.

The beans came a little later than me, and it was nearly eleven o'clock before we sat opposite each other at our desks.

When he saw that I was writing, he put down his bag, picked up a book, and flipped through the books on the table.

Douzi looked very serious, I yawned, and he looked up at me, "Is Lixia sleepy?" ”

"Well, one thing, last night's poetry meeting didn't end until half past ten, and after it was over, I cleaned the room and sorted out two large bags of garbage."

"Two big bags of garbage?"

Although it was already July, the rainy season was slow to leave the city, and the good summer weather slowed down, the sun was lazily hiding behind thick white clouds, and the ground was covered with moss on the stone steps on the side of the road, and if you were not careful to slip in sandals.

As the old saying goes, the small summer is the big summer, the top is steamed and the bottom is cooked, this year, the small heat has passed for three days, the rain is continuous, the flowers and shadows are building, but the sun is not visible.

"How do you sort out two big bags of garbage? What's in it? ”

Seeing that Douzi didn't seem to believe my words, I deliberately took back the sour plum soup that had just been handed to him, "Beer, there are so many beer cans, don't you smell the wine?" ”

"Poet - drinking?"

"yes, I drank wine, and I drank a dozen cans."

Since holding two reading club activities, after the kind recommendation of Senior Ming Yang, everyone seems to like holding some small activities in the bookstore.

Originally, the book club was held once a week, and the weekend of the fourth week of June was the last event, but this year, the new vice president decided to continue the book club during the summer vacation, and the location was temporarily set at my bookstore.

Douzi said that after all, it is a profitable business, and there is no need to refuse.

I didn't know how to refuse, so I gladly agreed.

Now the book club has been held twice, and there is another business of poetry clubs.

"Anyway, was this activity introduced by Senior Ming Yang?" Douzi grabbed the sour plum soup and asked while unscrewing the lid.

"No, it's a name from the Literary Society—it seems that the name on Weibo is [Flying Wet Wipes]."

"Poof, flying wet wipes? The name! ”

I laughed with the beans, "It's true that the name is a little weird, ah, the poet, but the poetry club is really a little different from the reading club, the book club usually eats pizza and drinks coke, and the poetry club drinks alcohol." ”

"Many poets like to drink bars, for example, Cao Cao wrote-how to solve worries, only Du Kang. Doesn't Li Bai also like to drink all day long? ”

"Probably there is an inextricable connection between drinking and chanting, but they also ordered some side dishes in the store, which is embarrassing."

"Side dishes? What side dishes? ”

"This is Changli Road!" I reminded Douzi that there are many gourmet shops on Changli Road.

Crayfish, barbecue, seafood porridge, everything on this road.

In the past, when there were night stalls, Changli Road was definitely a night snack resort in summer, but now although there are no stalls, Changli Road still has a lot of delicious food.

"Is it?"

"Well, let's get a crayfish with beer and a poem."

Beanzi almost spat the sour plum soup on the table, and I have closed the computer and moved it to my lap so that Beanzi can't help but laugh and get my computer wet.

"Don't be nervous, but to be honest, eating crayfish is a bit too much, I thought poets were more reserved, or poets should be more polite and dignified among themselves."

I nodded in agreement, and in my imagination it was the same, and poets or poetry lovers were probably like in the movie Robin Williams starring in the movie "Dead Poets Society", a group of people gathered around to take turns reading poetry, sometimes listening with bated breath, sometimes impassioned, but even if there are moments of high emotions, it should still be awe-inspiring and orderly, with some sense of sacredness and unapproachability.

I have to say that the poetry club activities without distance make me feel a little bit - the taste of the market.

"Did they buy you a pound of crayfish to peel?"

"Of course not," I took a sip of my drink, "what are you kidding?" I would never eat crayfish in my bookstore. ”

"Yes, Lixia is a bit of a cleanliness fetish."

"It's not a matter of cleanliness, to be honest, I don't really want to make that money, but maybe that's what they are, I mean, these people are actually pretty cute, except they're going to eat crayfish here."

"Did they buy any books? Or what book was sold to Lixia? Are you embarrassed to complain about taking other people's things? ”

"No, no," I glanced at the beans with disdain, "yes, no, they didn't sell me any books, but they gave me a few books, and the venue fee was paid very well, you see, the books over there were gifts from them, and they said they were meeting gifts." So I say it's a lovely bunch, and that's probably because I'm not used to such lively parties. ”

Beanzi half-incredulously turned her gaze from me to the desktop, sui