Today’s weather is extremely hot and cloudless, allowing the scorching sun to shine naked in the sky and shining on the people below. There is an unusually large amount of traffic today. I drive at a cautious speed. Wearing a helmet, I feel sultry and even Feeling a little dizzy.
The traffic police were checking cars on the road. Both the motorway and the car lane were full of traffic police. I was the first to be detained without a helmet. No matter how hot it was, I felt uncomfortable and even wanted to vomit. I couldn't do it. Take off your helmet.
I couldn't stand it anymore, so I just delivered takeout for half a day, then left work and went home. I took a cold shower, picked up an ice pack and applied it to my forehead, lying on the sofa, panting.
The temperature outside is 40 degrees, and eggs can be fried on the street. I can't risk my life for a few dollars. I feel dizzy and want to vomit. Even if the air conditioner is turned on, I feel a little uncomfortable. heat.
I looked at the guitar on the table, and there was a desire driving me. I wanted to pick up the guitar and play it. I was reluctant to give it up in the past, even if I was sick, I would play a song. The music distracts myself and creates an atmosphere for my brain. I feel my blood boiling.
My originally immersed music dream suddenly came to life. I had a feeling of blood boiling. The strength of my body stopped dissipating and everything was restored in a blink of an eye. I sat up and put the ice pack on my forehead. Take it off and pick up the guitar, which is bathed in the air-conditioning and feels cold all over your body.
I adjusted my sitting posture and put my fingers on the cold guitar strings. The touch was so real that I couldn’t believe it. I straddled the guitar strings and I had the chosen song in my mind. Just "Dust in Fireworks" by Hua Chenyu.
"Laughing heartily... Crying frankly... Why should the expression be arranged by the world? I am me, I am just me, just the dust scattered by a firework~ ~~The wind was blowing..."
I hit such a high pitch that my throat hurt, and I coughed violently. I regretted choosing a song with a difficulty level higher than my skill. This is not true. Just looking for abuse on your own?
I ran to the kitchen and took out a bottle of refrigerated mineral water. I drank a few sips to relieve the dryness of my throat, cool down my boiling blood, and feel comfortable all over. I returned to the sofa and took some Pick up the guitar and play and sing again.
First he was simmering, and then he spoke: "It's over~ It seems that everything has been said, they always sit opposite each other in silence, their eyes are thick with night, their feelings are paranoid, the more they fall in love, the more paranoid they become, and they don't believe it. What I saw, I insist on saying that the cracks are just ~ wrinkles, how come the hot ones turn cold first, and the slow hot ones can't stop and are still boiling. Watching the time run fast and turn around at will, you are a slow-cooling person~ You will torture yourself, and impulsive people never listen to stop you. The world is so big that it is difficult for you not to travel. Romance makes you gentle and makes you the most irritating ~ tears..."
I sang affectionately, ignoring the itching in my throat and suppressing the desire to cough. Even though the tone of my singing had changed, I still persisted,After prolonging the last note, I could no longer suppress the pain and coughed violently, breaking my throat.
My cough echoed in the empty room, expanding countless times. Every time I took a breath, my throat felt itchy, and every cough squeezed my lungs, so that there was a squeezing pain in my lungs. There is also a sense of death close to suffocation.
I vomited all the phlegm that accumulated in my throat into the trash can. I couldn't calm myself down. The contraction of my abdomen made me painful and even dispirited. My physical condition was unexpectedly bad, as if I had fallen ill. In one second, I will drive westward and my soul will return to my hometown.
I finally felt relieved. I was sweating profusely and sat on the edge of the sofa. I breathed in the air and felt the hard-won resurrection. There was a smell of rust in my mouth. I probably put it in my throat. Coughed up blood.
While I was calming down alone, I suddenly received a message from Chu Yue.
"Xiang Yang, come to a duel. I downloaded the game. I want to challenge you and beat you."
Looking at the words Chu Yue typed, there is also the ending. That cute emoticon, and the pain and discomfort just now, were instantly forgotten. I added Chu Yue as a friend. She was a newbie. I was shocked that she would download a game she was unfamiliar with just for me. I was very surprised. move.
When we were dueling with her, we were on the phone in order to get to know each other.
Her skills are very good, and she is often surprised. I also secretly let her go, exposed many flaws, and encouraged her, making her think that I can be defeated and defeated. This is her goal, and only substantive actions, more than the pie of hypocrisy, can make her devote her efforts.
She smiled, and she smiled very happily on the other end of the phone, because she defeated me and did not forget to send a head-touching emoticon.
"Xiang Yang, aren't my skills very good? I defeated you, an old player, so it seems that I have a talent for gaming."
She smiled playfully, facing I chose to tolerate her arrogance and pride and did not expose it. Instead, I smiled and echoed: "Well, you are very powerful. Even I can't beat you. You are getting stronger and will continue to get stronger. I admit that you are extremely powerful." Talent, but you must also improve your skills."
Faced with my encouragement, she hummed, "Xiang Yang, I downloaded the game you like so that I can play with you in my free time. , I don’t have to be bored anymore.”
My heart is warm. Chu Yue always thinks about me, and is afraid that I will be bored and tired. She is willing to pay for me and refuses to ask for extravagant rewards. As long as I pay back Love her.
She still had to go to work, so I quit the game. Unconsciously, I got older and had more things to do. I would not be addicted to virtual games. I was addicted to it all day long when I was a child. I started playing with a few friends. I felt uncomfortable if I didn't play for a day, and I could even play all night.
It’s different now. I no longer have the desire. I’m annoyed when I see the familiar game software icon. I’m just disgusted. As for why I still keep it.Yes, that’s because you can invite your friends to play a few games and be happy.
I vaguely remember that I once wanted to use up all 24 hours and stay up all night for the so-called rank. That desperate look is engraved in my mind. If I lose, I will not be reconciled. If I lose again, I will complain. If you lose, you may burst into tears.
Now I am still expressionless even if I lose, and it doesn’t matter if I win. I have no enthusiasm to play a few games, and even winning streaks feel boring. This may be the meaning of growing up, getting rid of the past. Dependence, moving towards a new life, looking back at the past, is so naive.
I want to drink, but there is no wine at home, so I will go to a bar, a nostalgic bar.
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Arriving at the door of the Nostalgic Bar, the familiar signboard and familiar decoration style were there. The only drawback was that there was no Cadillac ct6 in front of the door.
I walked in, and there were almost no customers in the store. The bartender, Shang Xin, was sitting at the bar, drinking wine and holding a small transparent card given by the store in his hand, staring intently. Staring, a sad look appeared on her face, even some pity.
She thought again of the man who had let down her seven years of youth. She was so nostalgic and affectionate. Everyone has different temperaments, and even their ambitions are diverse.
She heard the sound, turned back in an instant, held the card, and when she saw it was me, she let down her guard. She turned away, still looking at the card in her hand, "Here you go. "Hey, do you need something to drink?"
She was still so generous. I sat next to her casually and took out a lollipop. "Here's a glass of yesterday's wine. It's strong." One o'clock."
She hummed, then walked back to the bar and mixed the drink, "Why do you have time to come to my bar for a drink today? I heard Chu Yue said that you are looking for a job. Are you interested in my shop?"
Shang Xin joked, and I laughed in agreement: "You should be the one running your bar. I, an outsider, don't know anything. , I didn’t even have any pants left, so I just came out to have a drink during my free time."
She handed over the wine and sat across from me, "Hahaha, you are quite humorous."
"Thank you for your praise."
I soaked the lollipop in the wine and took a sip. It was very strong and made my throat hurt. "This wine is really strong." , It tastes spicy to my throat."
I smacked my lips, savoring the alcohol left in my mouth. Shang Xin nodded and said with a smile, "58-degree wine."
I looked at the wine rippling in the cup, and couldn't help but feel timid. I didn't have a mouth to drink. Shang Xin held his chin, looked at the wine in the cup, frowned slightly, sighed, and the sad look from before resurfaced again.
"I have experienced a love injury. I gave my youth and my chastity, but in exchange I was let down. So when our love was born, IThe place is also the place to end. I opened this bar. I originally wanted to decorate it to be gorgeous, noble and full of excitement, but unconsciously, I thought of him. He likes to be clean, so I decorated it like this. "
Her eyes passed over me and fell on those empty seats, very melancholy.
"So I no longer believe in love and don't want to try anymore, so I just I want to live like this, not because I want to whet Duan Xunxun's appetite. I don't want to waste his years. You and Duan Xunxun have a good relationship. Help me persuade him to stop thinking about me and find a girl to marry as soon as possible. , I was just afraid, I was afraid that I would hurt him, so I kept a distance. "
Bitter lovers are the most common nowadays.
I nodded and agreed to this matter. Since Shangxin has cut off the path of love, why should Duan Xunxun be entangled all the time?
"Then what do you think... what if Duan Zhaoxun still doesn't give up? "
I asked the question I was most worried about. If Duan Xunxun wanted to have his own way, there would be no way to stop him. Shang Xin sighed and lowered his head, "I'm very hesitant. I can't make up my mind. I know him. It’s not just every day, it’s been three years. Since the bar opened, he has been coming to this bar several times a week, chatting with me, and singing here. I can see it. He sometimes drinks. He was so drunk that he would sometimes sing until late at night. Even if there were no customers in the shop, he would still sing. How could I not understand the love he wanted to express? But I'm afraid! I'm afraid of everything, I'm afraid of some deterioration in my relationship. Every time I face the love he pours out, I'm so scared that my hands tremble, and I even run away from him. "
Shang Xin covered her cheeks with both hands, her voice choked up. She was breathing rapidly, trying to calm herself down.
People who are slow and cold are always torturing themselves.
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Uncertain decisions made it impossible for me to move forward in my heart. All kinds of emotions were restraining me from controlling my emotions. I was on the verge of collapse.
I took out a lollipop. , I don’t know how to comfort her, so I can only use the way Chu Yue and I said, “Eat a candy and feel the sweetness of the candy melting in your mouth. "
She put down her hands and raised her eyes to look at the candy. Under the light of the white lamp hanging on the top, it looked unique. In the black and white world around it, it became the only one with color.
Her eyes were very red, with tears in the corners of her eyes, and the shocking tears on her cheeks brought her mature temperament to the top floor. She took the candy and said with a choked sob: "Thank you. , you are very gentle. "
I took a sip of wine. The strong alcohol that had stung my throat was now very smooth and soft. It crossed my throat and stimulated my wound. The pain was so painful that it was beyond words.
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When I walked out of the nostalgic bar, I was already a little drunk. I was holding a bottle of wine given to me by Shang Xin. The words on it were in English. Ignore it, it’s just wine.
We are now friends. The road under our feet is getting wider and wider, and the story in Suzhou will be more dazzling...