I was lying on the bed. After drinking, I felt so sleepy that the pain seemed to tear my consciousness to pieces. Although I closed my eyes, I felt the comfort of lying on the bed, and the pain in my mind Being awake kept me awake.
Tossing and turning on the bed, finally I couldn't stand it anymore, so I turned sideways and faced Chu Yue. Chu Yue was sitting on the bedside reading a book, flipping through books about fashion design. She also noticed my dilemma, so she The book looked at me doubtfully.
"Chu Yue, I want to hear a story."
I said an extremely childish sentence at this moment. In front of Chu Yue, I always uphold my childlike innocence and do not pretend to be arrogant or put on airs. , showing the most primitive side of oneself, a man will remain a boy until he dies.
No matter how high-spirited you have been, no matter how you have fallen into the abyss, lost, been happy, acted cool, been embarrassed, helpless, majestic, sad, relieved, arrogant, admired, I have been envious, shown off, failed, and succeeded...
Men have gone through the above process in their lives. No one will always be high-spirited and brilliant, and no one will always be high-spirited and brilliant. Sadness survives, dark clouds gather.
Chu Yue is exactly my lifeblood. She brought me a lot of things that I never had. Chu Yue looked at me with a smile. Facing my plea, she put down the book and picked up the mobile phone beside her.
"Okay, I'll look for it, and I'll pick a good story for you."
She said softly, the alcohol was still eroding me, and when I drank, I felt like a fairy. I feel like dying, feeling refreshed for a while, but after drinking it I have an unbearable headache, like a splitting.
A quick success is not as good as a peaceful life.
"The story I am telling you is called "The Tavern and the Cat"."
She smiled playfully, and I slowly closed my eyes and listened quietly...
Hidden deep in the old alleys of the small town is a shop selling liquor.
That store is very strange. It has been open for a few years, but it has never had a signboard and does not have a loud and catchy name.
The shop owner is a young man. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with a silk chain. He has a gentle and mysterious appearance, which makes the rural people in the small town who don't know a few Chinese characters very awe, but they don't know. Dare to get close.
The old alley is in a remote location and the store is hidden deep, so few people come to patronize this store on weekdays.
But the boss didn't care about this. He just made a pot of tea leisurely and teased his parrot.
The boss has special wine-making skills.
He collects pain or worry from people and brews it into wine.
People are destined to be together, and wine is wine with flavor.
The wooden shelves in the store are filled with a variety of finished wines, but none of them are for sale.
Every guest has his own worries and sorrows.
When the things collected from the guests are soaked in the flavor, they turn into strands and melt.When you enter the wine and crack the loess cover, you will be intoxicated by the mellow aroma of the wine.
A small drink can be exchanged for a big dream.
My father is an honest and resolute man, with a gentle temper and hard work without complaint.
As the only breadwinner of the family, he works hard every day just to make his family live a better and more comfortable life.
After dinner, watching his son and daughter fighting for the TV remote control in the living room, the father smiled, sighed, and went to the balcony to light a cigarette.
Stress naturally occurs, and there are many ways to relieve it, but there are only a few ways to cure the disease with medicine. Smoking is only a way, and the end point cannot be reached.
Father's wine is a little bitter, with a faint smell of tobacco and a sweet aftertaste.
The sun must be too strong today, she thought, touching her face.
The girl’s wine was sour and sweet, like a newly opened, bubbly lime soda.
A very special customer came to the store a few days ago.
Not the young man showing youthful vitality, nor the calm and thoughtful adult, but a white cat.
The cat looked old, its fur was grayish-yellow, had no luster, and had lost its former glory.
Cats also come to talk about worries.
It is already 15 years old, which is considered a long life among cats.
These days, it feels that its end is approaching and it has to leave this beautiful world, but it is reluctant to part with all this beauty.
The white cat turned out to be a stray cat. The little milk cat was thin and dirty. It hid in the messy leaves and meowed pitifully until its voice became hoarse.
An old man living alone nearby picked it up and took it home. He carefully wiped the dust and dirt off its body with a wet towel, and filled a cardboard box with old sweaters for it to make a nest for.
The old man is an intellectual, and his home is full of books.
Although he only lives alone, he still lives a very stylish life. He likes drinking tea, growing flowers, and reading. Reading the newspaper is comfortable and comfortable.
At night, the old man lit a lamp and sat at the table to write. The white cat squatted quietly next to the pen holder, wagging its tail to accompany him.
Day after day, year after year, the kitten grows up, and then grows old together with the old man.
"After I leave, he will be alone again..."
The old cat came to the store according to the agreed time to pick up the wine.
It was lying on the counter in front of the boss, with its eyes closed, and it spoke slowly, sounding very labored.
"I originally wanted to die outside, and let him think that I was a heartless white-eyed wolf who ran away with someone else... But he was so smart, how could he not guess it? ”
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The boss listened quietly and took out the wine that had been brewed long ago.
There was no name written on the wine jar, but a plum blossom-shaped cat paw print.
He poured some wine into a blue and white porcelain plate and pushed it to the old cat.
"Try it."
The old cat stretched out his tongue lazily and licked it.
Cats' perception of sweetness is very weak, it can be said that it is almost non-existent, but the old cat found this wine to be very sweet, so sweet that it made him faint.
It also carries the old man’s favorite fragrance of tea and a hint of ink.
When the old cat woke up, he found that he had become his former self, the little milk cat left in the corner and no one cared about him.
The teeth in my mouth have just grown in, and they are itching very much.
The claws nestled in the flesh pads are small and non-deterrent.
"My place was originally a tree hole, not a wishing well."
The boss touched the kitten's head, comforted the overwhelmed kitten, lowered his head and smiled.
"But it's not a big deal to be willful once in a while. Go home, someone is waiting for you."
The white cat began to tremble.
It wanted to jump off the counter, but its legs became weak and staggered with excitement.
The boss reached out to catch it, put it on the ground, and watched it stumble and run out the door. Its tiny figure disappeared in the sun and shuttled among the sea of people.
"That's great..."
The boss stretched slowly.
My father worked hard and received a salary increase and promotion.
Although my son and daughter are a little naughty, they are also obedient and willing to work hard to get ahead. They both won scholarships, which makes us parents worry-free.
The girl received a letter from the boy in the next class.
"Stop looking at me secretly. There are stars and light in your eyes. My ball will be unsteady."
The old man held the little white cat in his hands tremblingly. Inside, I kept mumbling: "It looks like, it really looks like." His eyes were red and full of tears.
The kitten stuck out its tongue and licked his finger, meowing sweetly.
The boss finished feeding the parrot on the shelf and stroked the bright feathers on its head a few times.
He picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, patiently waiting for the next person to step into the store.
I don’t have the ability to make your dreams come true, but I hope that one day you can meet the person who can make your dreams come true. Good night~
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I yawned, feeling sleepy and a little confused. Chu Yue gently turned off the lamp, and the dim light appeared The light disappeared from my side, and she lay down, staring at my confused look.
He smiled and said: "Xiang Yang... I hope your dream can come true.ah. ”
The night is already very late, and there is still a dinner party that needs to be attended tomorrow. We cannot delay the opportunity and let others look down upon us.
It is the best and most effective way to attend with good energy and energy. The best choice.
After listening to this story, I felt something, my rationality became emotional, and I was happy that the cat's time had faded. The fate between it and the old man should not be broken, so I drank the bowl. Returning to the wine of time, you and I can renew our relationship...
"Chu Yue... Actually, I... still can't let go of Gu Wei, I don't know Why, every time it rains, my soul seems to be pulled away from the earthly body. I see the thing that I fear most in my heart, which is forgetfulness. I can’t forget Gu Wei’s cheeks, her Her voice and her tenderness are all imprinted in my heart. I am in pain, and I don’t even know if I am worthy of our relationship at the moment..."
Sentimental tears moistened my heart My eyes and voice became choked. It was clear that Chu Yue was right in front of me, but I could not clearly see her blurry cheeks. She was covered with a veil in the depths of my memory, blocking her appearance that I recognized, making her My heart is always hanging
I am afraid of losing, and I am also afraid of sudden forgetfulness. The weight of memories is too heavy, and I am a little breathless, even if the moment of separation makes me heartbroken. Lungs, but memories are a chronic poison that keeps me trapped, numb, and obsessed with all emotional changes.
It makes everything in my life worry about gains and losses.
Yue was a little startled. Looking at my sad look, she gently stroked my cheek and comforted me softly: "Xiangyang, people have to look forward. Excessive nostalgia for memories will only hurt their own heart. The confusion of not moving forward is A break on the road of life will make people become lazy, and it will also make people find the true meaning of life. Don't think too much, Gu Wei doesn't love you anymore. She has hurt you so many times and made you completely different. Then A heart that was originally filled with ardent love was already riddled with holes.
She stopped for a moment and then said: "You have love now, and I will help you fill the vacancy in your heart. Whether it is physical comfort or spiritual happiness, I will do it for you." To make up for it, if she hurt you, I would apply the medicinal wine on you. If she took it away from you, I would get it back for you. If you lost it, I would fill it with my own. ”
I was relieved for a moment, hugged Chu Yue, buried myself in her neck and cried bitterly. I already have love, and I have someone who can help me fill the holes in my heart. She is My antidote allows me to sleep soundly in the dark and insomniac nights, and gives me an umbrella to support the rain in a lonely world.
Gu Wei is just the star that flies across the sky in my life. The meteor can only bring me a moment of shock, temporarily light up my world, and give me a moment of warmth. After it disappears, the coldness behind her is ushered in.
It hurts. Hold me.
Only Chu Yue is the woman who holds an umbrella for me when I am in the rain., love me when I am down, and still love me when I am brilliant. I can love her boldly, rejoice for her, put aside the pretense I have honed in society for many years, and open my heart that is missing a piece of the puzzle.
Chu Yue fills the gap for me, and I blend with her, never to be separated again...
She will accompany me until I grow old, and I will seek a cup for her Returning to the wine of time, I want to be able to see her in her prime before dying. The magic mirror stored in my heart can light up the missing piece of the puzzle and find the final true meaning of life.
Immersed in the sea of memories, I have witnessed countless months. What touches me most is the first meeting...