The next day, the glimmer of the morning shone on the windowsill, into the small bungalow, and into Harvey's eyes.

Harvey slowly opened his eyes, his head cracked, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, looked at the futon covering his body, and carefully recalled what happened last night, but his mind was a mess, and he only remembered that the poetess had come.

"Are you awake? Hungry or not? I made you a bowl of noodles, do you like chopped green onions? I'll sprinkle a little bit on you. The poetess walked out of the kitchen with an apron, put the dishes and chopsticks in her hand on the dining table, saw Harvey's inexplicable look, pretended to be helpless, and sighed: "It rained so hard last night, and you drank so much wine, crying all the way home, like those angry little daughters-in-law, I'm not worried that you will come and see, who knows that your uncle's home is so 'clean', I look really unaccustomed, so I helped clean up, this cleaning is the middle of the night!" ”

The poetess picked up the broom in the corner, opened the door of Harvey's room, swept out a bunch of things from it one by one, pinched her nose and looked at Harvey pretending to vomit and said: "I said, uncle, look at your inventory, how many socks have been stored for many days, right?" ”

Harvey's face was slightly red, and he said, "Why don't you go into someone else's room and say hello?" With that, he grabbed the broom and prepared to sweep the socks to the trash can.

The poetess grabbed Harvey from behind: "Eh, what are you doing?" As he spoke, he snatched the broom from Harvey's hand: "What about me, when I was a child, I liked to play mahjong at home and watch Lianlian, I see that your socks are in pairs, why don't you eat now, I'll wash your socks, and after washing, you and I play Lianliankan." ”

Harvey was stunned when he heard this, and the overnight wine came to his senses, and he asked the poetess, "What are you doing here?" I don't need you to wash my socks, why haven't you come to my house yet? ”

The poetess's face was slightly red, she put down the broom, twisted for a moment, and squeezed out a few words word by word: "You yourself listened to my poems in the bar last night, and after drinking with me, you suddenly ran out crying like a little daughter-in-law, and it rained so heavily, I wasn't worried that you came with me, besides, it's so late, do I go back alone?" How dangerous. ”

Harvey shrunk his neck and coughed lightly: "Ah, yes, bachelor, drink some wine, drink too much. It's normal. ”

"Really? So what are you crying about? ”

"Maybe it's a drunken mania."

"Don't be poor, I still paid for last night's drink!" The poetess suddenly raised her hand and patted Harvey on the shoulder.

He slapped Harvey on the shoulder.

Harvey suddenly fell into a trance, a familiar action, and a picture slowly appeared in his mind.

A tall man kept howling at Harvey, his face full of grief, tears, while wailing, he patted Harvey's shoulder with his hand, but it was very strange, Harvey only remembered the picture, but couldn't recall the slightest sound, who was he? What is he talking to me? Why is it so fierce, is it fierce, or is it sad?

The poetess looked at Harvey, who was suddenly stunned, a little inexplicable, and waved her hand vigorously in front of Harvey's eyes, Harvey let out an "ah" and looked depressed: "I suddenly remembered what happened before, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry for what happened last night." ”

"No need to apologize." The poetess looked at Harvey's changes, and her heart moved slightly: "I'm joking, didn't I ask you to make up for my wine money, do you have any painful past?" I actually feel a lot when I look at your appearance. ”

"Don't use me to write poetry." Harvey smiled bitterly: "I don't remember a lot of things, I live in a daze, I know a lot of important things, I only know that my girlfriend has been gone for many years, but I don't remember her appearance at all, her voice, I can't remember my parents at all, they seem to have existed, they live under the same roof with me, but now I don't remember anything, where did they go?" ”

As he spoke, Harvey sat at the dining table, pulled a bowl of noodles made by the poetess in front of him, and swallowed it one by one, he remembered that his mother used to be like now, making a bowl of noodles, watching Harvey eat it, and the child filled his stomach, which was the greatest joy of his mother.

The poetess was silent, and as a poet, she could feel Harvey's inner pain and despair. She also knew that Harvey thought he was being abandoned by the world.

The poetess picked up the broom again, swept up the socks from all over the place, poured them into the washing machine, and said, "I don't know your name, so I'll call you uncle, uncle, have you tried, to reminisce, or to find those whom you think once existed, but are not with you now?" ”

Harvey silently ate the noodles in the bowl, but did not answer the poetess's questions.

The poetess was about to say something more when Harvey suddenly said: "They must have existed, not that I think, I often think of fragments, and this home, the traces of their existence, my parents, my girlfriend." ”

"Actually, I know that the past must be very bad, otherwise I wouldn't have forgotten it." Harvey straightened up: "I only know that I am in my thirties, I am sloppy, I do odd jobs, I drink alcohol every day to anesthetize myself, I want to get my old self back, even if it is full of pain, but it is still the whole me, not the way it is now, I don't know who I really am and who they are." ”

"You recited your own poems in the bar, I listened to them many times, and I have been listening to your poems since you went to Jiayuan." Harvey looked at the poetess: "The poems you write are deep, connotative, and can move people's hearts, and listening to you recite your own poems every weekend is the most comfortable and relaxing time for me." ”

The poetess smiled: "You are still afraid that I will ask you for money for wine." ”

Harvey instantly blushed again: "It's really not. . . ”

"Okay, I'm kidding you." The poetess walked up to Harvey and gently stroked his greasy curls: "I will often come to help you clean up in the future, drink less wine, clean up a little more, I will not go to the garden to read poetry in the future, every weekend, I will take my newly written poems and read them to you alone." ”

Harvey was so excited that his hands were so excited that he had nowhere to put them, and he stood up suddenly, startling the poetess: "I will, I will clean myself up, I will, I will not drink." ”

A series of behaviors made the poetess laugh again and again: "Okay, okay, why don't you just read a poem to you, what are you so excited about!" ”