Her name is Guo Yi.

Guo Jing's Guo, Yi who is comfortable and complacent.

She sat across from Harvey, but she wasn't Guo Yi.

"Is she still there?" The poetess asked.

"I don't remember, it feels like many years have passed." Thirty-year-old Harvey, covered in the smell of smoke, deep eyes, and unkempt curly hair, picked up a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it silently, as if he thought of something, and took out a second cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to the poetess sitting opposite: "I heard that women smoke very beautifully, I have seen you smoke, it is indeed beautiful." ”

The poetess silently and calmly took the cigarette, skillfully lit it with the lighter handed by Harvey, and spit out the smoke ring.

Harvey looked at the smoke ring above his head, and suddenly seemed to be back to the old days, the residual screams in his ears, the scolding, the brakes of the car coming to a sudden stop.

"One of the things I've been scolded the most over the years is, 'Don't you have long eyes?' Because I often lost my mind while walking, and I almost got hit by a car and died. Harvey returned from the past to reality and looked at the poetess: "You are beautiful. ”

The poetess pulled her hair and sat upright, looking at Harvey opposite, maybe she was not beautiful, she looked at the traffic outside the window again, and couldn't help laughing: "I have been in Fenghai Town for three years, from the first time I entered this garden, you drank here, and then every Sunday night you will come here to listen to me recite poetry, beautiful or not, you know in your heart, in fact, I also know, you are not here to see me, you are here to listen to poetry, right?" ”

Harvey did not reply to the poetess's words, but said to himself: "This used to be a restaurant. ”

"It's a bar now." The poetess raised her eyebrows and spat out a smoke ring: "You are the first person I agree to sit and drink together, let me smoke a stranger's cigarette, and you are also the first." ”

"We're acquainted." Harvey drank too much, looked at the poetess and laughed: "You have read poems for three years, I have listened to them for three years, I am a big fan of yours, we know each other very well hahahaha ”

The poetess looked at Harvey's sudden and funny scene, and was inexplicably helpless, so she could only laugh in order to hide her embarrassment.

"What, the poem you read today, I especially like it." Harvey suddenly stopped laughing, his face was full of tears, he didn't hide it at all, he couldn't tell the difference between snot and tears, it flowed to the corner of his mouth, and slowly Harvey began to cry: "That's it, the last sentence, you and I are looking for it, and if you can't find it, it's better to sink to the bottom of the sea with me." ”

The poetess looked at the strange man in a daze.

"I don't have anything, woo woo, even if I sink to the bottom of the sea, I'm alone, woo woo."

The drinker at the table had a slightly disgusted look on his face, slapped the bell, and motioned for the bartender to stop it. The bartender walked to the table and glanced at Harvey, but saw the poetess making a silent gesture towards him, and it was a moment of dilemma, and Harvey himself suddenly stopped wailing, muttering that he was embarrassed, and walked out of the door on his hands and feet, only to be unsteady outside the door, and fell heavily, and then got up again and walked out into the street.

It was the rainy season in spring and summer, and the poetess looked at the night, and the countless rains slapped against the windows, and she struggled again and again, and finally got up and took her umbrella and walked out the door.

Maybe it's because she feels sorry for this man, maybe it's because she has been listening to poetry for the past few years, the poetess is full of curiosity about Harvey, she is curious about what kind of grief can be broken by a poem, she is curious about what a man has lost, so sad and desperate.

The poetess followed the street ahead and saw a figure barely visible, limping, but not walking slowly. The poetess thought about it, and had to bend down to untie her high heels, otherwise she would not have caught up with this sloppy man.

A lame one walks in front, and a barefoot one chases behind. But he couldn't catch up, and finally around a corner, the lame Harvey disappeared.

The poetess looked at the corner, where there was nothing, but there was a light in the street bungalow opposite.

The poetess lifted her high heels, put away her umbrella, and walked slowly to the lighted room, the door was open, and she gently pushed the door open, and saw Harvey sitting on the floor of the living room, covered in mud. Harvey heard the movement, drunk and confused, turned his head to look at the door, and looked the poetess up and down: "How do you know my house, what are you doing?" ”

The poetess was a little overwhelmed and didn't know how to answer him, what was the reason for coming? After a moment's silence, he didn't answer, but after a few moments, Harvey's wine rose, and he fell asleep, sat on the ground, and snored.

With a light breath, the poetess was speechless, and then began to look at the dilapidated house.

Aged wood furniture, wood is good wood, but unfortunately it has not been taken care of for a long time, and it does not look good. The tiles on the walls were very elaborate more than 30 years ago, and although it was a bungalow, it was half a mansion at that time.

"Loser." These three words suddenly appeared in the poetess's mind, and she couldn't help laughing at herself, she didn't understand the slightest, why did she evaluate others so much? However, these furniture placements, this home, are too sloppy, right?! Does he live alone? Before drinking and listening to him chat, his former girlfriend, did he pass away? And what about his parents?

The poetess looked at Harvey, who was sleeping soundly on the sofa in the living room, and rubbed her nose, such a big man, she couldn't carry it, so she could only go to the bedroom next to her and take out a quilt, cover him, and shout sloppy when she entered the bedroom! Then I went to clean up on my own.