my naughty female president

The heavy snow arrived as expected in this evening, and the goose-feather-like snowflakes were blown in a mess by the icy north wind!

The room where I was sitting was like an empty corpse. Wei Lai had probably gone far away. I wonder if it was snowing where they were?I thought dazedly!
Usually at this time we should have dinner together, after dinner we might listen to Dabin play and sing two of his folk songs, and I will take Dabin's guitar and sing a song or two when I feel like it!Whenever Wei Lai listens very intently at this time, I even thought that if Wei Lai loves music so much, it would be better to let Dabin teach her the basics, but Wei Lai left before I could express my thoughts...

Maybe we will tell her some fairy tales at Wei Lai's request. At this time, Dabin and I are more happy than making up stories to make Wei Lai happy. We even made a bet to see who made up stories to make Wei Lai happier...

But now that there is no Wei Lai, the house seems deserted in an instant, making Dabin and I sit opposite each other but feel at a loss!
Dabin closed the door early and heated up the stove, but I couldn't feel the warmth at all!
Da Bin wanted to find something to talk about, but seeing my dull eyes, he gave up trying!
After sitting for a long time, the impatient Dabin finally couldn't stand the suffocating silence, opened the door and went out in the wind and snow!

I wanted to call him to stop, but I opened my mouth and said nothing.I think he probably went to the bar to meet his friends for a drink!
The bedroom where I got up slowly, the messy bedroom, has been tidied up by Da Bin.

I sat on the edge of the bed blankly, and when I saw the photo again, I couldn't help but feel an inexplicable pain in my heart. I opened the drawer and put the photo in. Now, I can no longer see these things. Can bring me heart-piercing pain.

I took off my clothes mechanically, and lay on the bed silently. Without Wei Lai by my side, I felt that even the bed became empty!

If Annie's departure made me feel that there was Wei Lai, my last support, now, I can no longer find a reason to live.

I can't help but think of bits and pieces of my past. The age of 30 is not too long, and the life is not over half.But these things I experienced made me feel that I was already a dying old man, and I lost interest in everything in this world.

I have loved and hated it!Pursue and despair!I have hurt others, and I have been betrayed!But I have never been happy...

I once felt that happiness was very close to me. Every time I thought I was going to grab it, reality would give me a head-on blow.

It was the same with Xichun back then, and it is the same with Annie now. Even when I no longer had extravagant hopes for happiness, even Wei Lai, my last spiritual pillar, was taken away.

I once thought, if there is a reincarnation of cause and effect in this world, is it because I was an out-and-out treacherous and evil person in my previous life, and I did not receive retribution in this life, so I will be punished in this life , want me to live in this world and suffer loneliness all my life and not let me die...

Dabin left the town half a month later, probably because he really couldn't bear the sad atmosphere here.In the bar, he would inevitably think of Annie. Everyone in the bar has received Annie's favor, and they are all artists who are easily sentimental. One can imagine the atmosphere in the bar after Annie's death.

But returning to the silversmith's shop is still lifeless, and for him, it is undoubtedly another kind of torture.The more than two years of getting along has made us as close as family members. Now that Wei Lai is gone, my soul seems to be taken away from me, but he is unable to restore all this after all.

At first, he gave me more advice, but soon he gave up, because the sadness in his heart is not much less than mine, so how can he be a qualified counselor?
On the day he left, the weather had cleared up, and although the snow on the ground was still piled up, there were already vehicles passing by on the road.

Although I intend to stay, but I don't know how long I can persist in this place that only touches the scene, so I let him go. After all, staying is only adding to the sadness!

He carried the travel bag a head taller than he did when he came, and his old guitar.

I sent him outside the town, and the two of them were silent on the way. I couldn't think of any parting words to say to him.

And he seemed to be the same as me, when he got on the bus to the provincial capital, he poked his head out of the car window and called me brother Sheng, he seemed to suddenly remember something, after I saw him flustered, Throwing a note at me from the car window, yelling at me: "Remember to call me!"

I saw tears swirling in his eyes, but his eyes were wide open and never fell!

I waved my hand at him, and then the bus gradually drifted away in the icy wind!

I picked up the note with his phone number written on it, I folded the note carefully and put it in my pocket!

The next time I saw Dabin was on a TV variety show a few years later. It was a music talent show. Dabin participated as a contestant. Although he did not get a good ranking in the end, his musical talent was recognized. Unanimous approval of the instructors.In the industry, he is also a well-known singer-songwriter. I know he is already on the road of his dream.

When I saw him on TV, I found this note and dialed him according to the number on it. I thought he had already changed his number, but unexpectedly he dialed.

On the night when I was calling him, he knocked on my door in a hurry, still carrying his old guitar with paint on it...

After Dabin left, the silversmith shop became even more deserted. I often sat quietly by myself, accidentally forgetting the time.

It was dark, it was light, and then it was dark again!For me, time seems to have lost its scale, but it is an alternating change of black and white...

I used to go to the bar and get drunk on a stomachache, then go back to the silversmith's and sleep until I woke up.

I often cough violently, and the number of coughing up blood gradually increases. I know that my body is overwhelmed, but I don't care.

It’s just that my secret was finally discovered by the Tibetan girl named Nazha in the bar. She saw that the handkerchief was bright red after I coughed, and finally the bar stopped selling me alcohol.

They looked at me sympathetically, they whispered to each other, and they all showed embarrassment, which made me inexplicably annoyed, so I stopped going to the bar.

I think it's time for me to leave too. One month after Dabin left, on a night when the north wind was howling, I was lying on a cold bed. I suddenly felt that there was nothing worthy of my nostalgia here. Everyone looks at me with sympathetic eyes, and their eyes remind me all the time, what I have lost here!Even if I want to forget, I can't...

So on that night, I decided to leave.

I found Boss Chen, he is the shopkeeper of another shop selling Tibetan silver jewelry in the small town. Before that, he had asked Uncle Jiu many times to merge our two silversmith shops, and he offered a generous price condition.Because he thinks that our craftsmanship can be sold at a higher price if he operates it, and we can also have a more substantial income.

But the stubborn Uncle Jiu has never agreed to his invitation, and I don't know what Uncle Jiu is thinking about!After Uncle Jiu left, Boss Chen also talked to me about this matter several times, but I thought that since Uncle Jiu didn't agree, I couldn't go against his old man's wishes, so I kept rejecting his cooperation plan.

I got him and transferred the silversmith's shop to him at a price that everyone was satisfied with.

I used the money to pay off the shopkeepers who helped us to treat Wei Lai, and there is not much left!

I have made up my mind to go, I have no more nostalgia, I just pack up and prepare to leave!Before I left, I thought of Anne again, and it seemed that I should say goodbye to her.

So I twisted a bottle of wine and went to Cangyongcuo for the last time!

Although the weather has been sunny for several days, the second snowfall of this winter has not melted much. Only the taller withered grass has slightly revealed its original appearance, and the ground is still white.

I walked on the hills against the cold wind, and the wind messed up my hair, and it also blew out the cheap eyes that I didn't shed because of emotion.

Anne's tomb was covered with snow, and the high bulge stood out in this snow-white world, which seemed a little abrupt and a little tragic.

I sat by Anne's tombstone, unscrewed the wine bottle and said goodbye to Anne silently despite the pain in my stomach.

The world is impermanent. I don't know where I belong to. When I return, God knows what year and month it will be!
Annie, I'm sorry!I can't be with you anymore!I said silently in my heart.

Looking at the little photo inlaid on the tombstone, I just felt empty in my heart, and I didn't even feel sad...

When the bottle was empty, I was drunk again.I wanted to lay my pillow on Annie's tombstone and sleep next to her for the last time, but the cold north wind was blowing straight into my nose and mouth, making me cough, so this last wish fell through.

I beat my frozen legs and stood up to leave. Suddenly, I heard the evening bell on the mountainside opposite the lake. It turned out that another day had passed without a trace.

Now that we have come here, we might as well say goodbye to that old monk.So I walked towards the monastery on the creaking frozen snow.

Inadvertently turned around and seemed to see a girl wearing a velvet hat sitting not far away, with an easel in front of her, as if she was drawing something?
I looked again, but there was nothing.I think I must be really drunk, or my nerves must have gone crazy, and I have hallucinations.

When I went to the monastery, the snow in the courtyard had been cleared away, and the group of wild pigeons were squatting on the beams under the eaves. They were probably full and cooing contentedly.

The old monk was doing evening classes. He was sitting cross-legged on the futon, knocking on the wooden fish with one hand and spinning Buddhist beads with the other, chanting scriptures that I couldn't quite understand.