Anne stopped talking and focused on her work. Maybe the business was too hot, and the food I ordered was delayed, and I was a little bored and didn't want to disturb Anne's work.

When I saw the tablet that Anne had placed on the table, I took it casually, opened it, and it was full of her photographs, and I slid them one by one to admire.

I have to say that Anne's professionalism is really strong, even a layman like me can see that both the angle of finding the scene and the use of light have been done to the extreme.

She shoots almost everything, bustling street scenes, empty night skies, vast grasslands, rolling mountains and rivers, almost everything.

In addition to these, there are also photos of people's lives, such as a photo of a skinny child driving a herd of cattle shirtless, a photo of a working woman carrying a bamboo basket, a photo of a child crying in the bamboo basket, and a photo of an old man with a wrinkled face sitting at the root of an earthen wall basking in the sun.

Looking at these photos, I can't help but think that every time Anne presses the shutter, it is not only a photo, but also a kind of life.

Looking at these photos, I suddenly knew that when I was drunk on the streets, Anne had quietly walked through so many places, and appreciated so many shocking natural scenery and warm and cold world.

And I had the same dream once upon a time, and now I am rotting in this city.

I think I envy Anne, she can slowly get closer to her ideals step by step on her own, although the road is bumpy and she falters, but she has never changed her direction.

But I chose to go with the flow, letting the torrent of life rush me to the unknown, and my original dream has long been the other side that I can't go back to.

I flipped back one by one, looking at the scenery in the photo and appreciating the immersive feeling in my heart, as if I had been there before.

When I flipped through the last dozen photos, my mood seemed to be touched by some unknown emotion, I saw the Gobi, I saw the poplar, I saw the snow-capped mountains with white tops and gray bottoms that do not melt all the year round, and I saw the colorful prayer flags pulled from one mountain to another across the road.

My breathing suddenly became rapid, and I suddenly knew what this place was, and I also knew that there was a man who had left his wife and children for this place and had not heard from him for decades, a place I had remembered since I was four years old and had never forgotten for a moment, and this was Tibet.

My mood change finally caught Anne's attention, and she seemed to realize something at once, and took the tablet in my hand. After seeing the photo on the tablet, she instantly understood the reason for my mood change.

"So you went to Tibet!" I looked at her and muttered, but her appearance was blurry in my eyes, my pupils were no longer focused, and my thoughts had flown to a distant place.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you see these photos!" Anne's tone was full of self-reproach and apology, except for my mother, she is the only one in this world who knows my taboos.

"It's okay Annie, you know, it's not your fault." At this moment, my heart is like a grass, it is growing rapidly and spreading rapidly, almost tearing my heart apart, and a hatred that almost suffocates me slowly turns into a towering tree with the crazy growth of this weed.

I thought it must have been my horrible expression that scared Anne, and she closed the notebook and placed her hand in my clenched fist.

"Brother, don't be like this, it's been so many years, why can't you forget it, I know some things are difficult, but if you are willing to try to forget, there will always be ......"

"Anne, don't say it!" I interrupted Anne. "You know that there are some things that you can't get by, how can I try to forget, and I remind myself almost all the time not to forget."

“……”

"Annie, you have been to this place, can you tell me what is so good about this place, but it is a desert where no grass grows, why is this place worth abandoning everything to pursue?"

"Brother......

"Annie, I will definitely go to see this place, there must be a reason for some things, and there must be a result! My mother is dead, and I have to give her an account! ”

"Brother...... If you must go, I will accompany you...... You have to understand that you are not alone, and there are people in this world who care about you except your mother...... You still have friends, you still have us! ”

I felt only a wave of hatred fill my body, and I couldn't really hear Anne's words.

The whole meal was spent in a dull way because of this little episode, and I looked at Anne with sad eyes in my heart, and I couldn't bear it, I wanted to treat her to a good meal, but I didn't expect it to be like this.

But I couldn't be happy, and Anne seemed to have no appetite because of my influence, so she only moved a few chopsticks and put them down. I felt a little remorseful and felt sorry for Anne.

After this frustrating dinner, Anne offered to send me home, but I refused, and I couldn't stand the silence between me and her over what had just happened.

She doesn't insist anymore, she knows me, she knows that what I need most at this time is to be alone, and she has always been like this for so many years.

She drove her red Toyota sedan out of the parking lot in the backyard of the hotel, and when she passed me, she stopped, rolled down the window, smiled at me and said, "Brother, I'm leaving!" ”

Thinking of tonight's events, I hesitated and said, "Anne, I'm sorry, I'll invite you to dinner another day!" ”

Anne didn't speak, just looked at me with a pair of eyes, then smiled and shook her head. I knew what she meant, she was saying that we didn't need to be so polite between us. I waved at her, and she rolled up the window and drove away.

Anne was gone for a long time and I was still standing in place, I took out a cigarette to calm down the mood just now, but I couldn't find a lighter, my mood instantly became irritable, and I felt nauseous for no reason.

I suddenly wanted to have a hangover, and I had forgotten when the last time I got drunk.

I've seen too many people get drunk, so I always stop with a drink before I get drunk, and I don't want to be as ugly as those drunks.

But tonight I really wanted to get drunk once, if not for anything else, but to be able to end this long night early.

So I walked into a convenience store and bought a random bottle of baijiu, and sat on the steps under a large banyan tree on the side of the road, the shadow of the banyan tree gave me a dark situation, just enough to block the eyes of passers-by.

I opened the cap and took a few sips, and the hot liquor burned like a fire from my throat to my stomach, making me feel a little happy. Then he threw his head back and took a few more sips......

If a person wants to get drunk, he will get drunk quickly, and I will drink up the bottle of wine in a short time.

I began to feel my head spinning in circles and the ground shaking under my feet. I hurriedly got up, I was going to get myself back before the alcohol came up, and I knew that if I couldn't go back tonight, I would have to sleep on the streets.

It's just an ordinary night, and no one will find out that I don't have a home at night, and no one will pick up a lamp to look for me. Maybe Anne will call me when she gets home, but I'm probably too drunk to answer.

I walked to the side of the road and reached out to stop a taxi, and after telling him the address, I couldn't sit still, and I couldn't really hear what the driver said.

It's like being in a floating space, no matter how hard you try, you can't find your center of gravity, and it seems that even the earth has lost its gravitational pull. I knew I was getting drunk.

I barely knew how I got out of the car and got back to my accommodation, and when I woke up, it was already midnight. I sat up from bed and found myself dressed all night, so I quickly checked my room and found no vomit.

When I came to the bathroom to wash, I realized that in addition to my gray complexion, my eyes were bloody, and I had a large bruise on my forehead.

I vaguely remember that it seemed to hit the door frame when I opened the door, and I didn't feel any pain at the time, but now it seems that the collision was really not light.

This incident also proves that alcohol can indeed alleviate human suffering, both physical and mental.

I looked at the time and thought to myself that I was already late anyway, and I was not in a hurry to rush to the company, the big deal was as she said before, one day's salary would be deducted if I was late, anyway, I lost the watermelon and I still care about what sesame seeds, just deduct it and fuck it.

Sure enough, as soon as she entered the office door, Mu Xichun walked out with a gloomy face, she stared at me with a cold expression and did not speak, as if she was waiting for my explanation.

It seems that I didn't save her that night to make her attitude towards me change, maybe this is the common problem of all eldest ladies, always self-centered, others should be good to themselves, and they never owe anything to others.

Without looking at her, I walked to my desk and sat down leisurely, then opened the folder to look at today's schedule, and found that there was nothing else on the agenda except for an internal meeting in the afternoon.

Then turn on your computer and start putting together some project progress reports. I deliberately prepared for the day's work in an orderly manner as usual, deliberately pretending to ignore her presence entirely.

Although I didn't look at her face, I knew that her beautiful face must be turning blue a little bit at the moment.

"Shouldn't you explain something to me?" She finally couldn't stand my attitude, she seemed to know that I wasn't going to speak before she could speak.

"It's a little something, it's delayed!" I'm understated.

"What could be more important than work? Can you have a little bit of seriousness at work? Her tone was cold.

"I got into a fight with an underwear thief, do you think this incident can be a reason for me to be late?"

I remembered the report on the news a few days ago about the frequent theft of women's underwear in a residential community, so I started talking nonsense, and I felt that I was not happy, pointed to my blue forehead and said, "You see my head is still hurting!" ”