lifetime

"Don't, don't let go."

Shao Kou was completely placed in the void at this time, every organ in his body was isolated and separated, only the high-spirited part, with heat and urgency, was the only place that could connect with the brain, he felt There was a soft hand that was sending out strength, strands of pleasure piled up and accumulated, and the hand that was leaning away seemed to have the tendency to let go, so I could only make a sound to hold it back.

Your ancestor, Bian Mu just wanted to complete the task and go out, but this bastard held his wrist and pressed it in a daze. He silently recited Amitabha three times in his heart before he could bear the flushed anger. I'm waiting You are awake, Shao Kou.

An accidental collision started, one is domineering and powerful, and the other is forced to go to Liangshan. Although they are both men, this situation, really, it will be a long time to see each other.

Bian Mu never thought that the first time he left his left hand was dedicated to an old man for 3 minutes. Thanks to the towel, otherwise, the sticky unknown object could make him vomit for a lifetime, so he went upstairs to use disinfectant While washing his hands, he looked in the mirror and felt inexplicably. He is really, very ascetic. People say that he gets up early every day to set up a tent. He gets up early every day and is dejected. He just doesn’t feel it. What can you do? I can’t wait to go to the drugstore to buy some Viagra Eat it to see if it doesn't work, or does it not work?

He has come to feel the painting, so he can directly polish and imagine, this thing has come to feel, maybe, he also has to imagine?

It's been a long time since Yang Ying's appearance, I only remember the long white dress, and the plump silhouette, and, and, nothing.

The self in the mirror opened his eyes, smiled mockingly, and continued to disinfect his hands that had stopped just now, not a damn good one.

I took out a bag of instant noodles from the cupboard, put it in the pot under cold water, and it was bubbling. I raised my hand and poured it into the bowl, picked up a pair of chopsticks and went to the dining table. I lowered my head and ate a few mouthfuls. He yelled at him, laughed, and scolded him, "You little bastard, what are you doing?"

The little golden-haired crow bit his trousers, closed his mouth tightly before his teeth came out, and climbed onto the top of the border shepherd's slippers with a kick of his legs. momentum.

"Hehe, why don't you dare to play rogue with me, don't you?"

I can't subdue that big physique, and I can't subdue you, a little thing?

"Go down, wait for me to finish eating noodles, and give you soup."

That idiot, I don't even give him a mouthful of soup.

If Shao Kou was here, he would have to reply, like who would like to drink that bad soup.

One person and one dog solved the lunch, sat on the rocking chair in front of the window, and read the general history, not reading it, but reading it for real.

The room was empty, even though his voice was very low, it gradually flowed over like flowing water. A group of little bastards lying on his slippers with their two front paws on their faces looked adoring. Looking at him carefully, of course, the little bastard's eyes are Bian Mu's autonomous consciousness, dog, who feeds him, who is the boss daddy.

While reading, the man on the rocking chair hugged the sun, warmed his heart, and fell asleep leisurely.

Talk about it, when will the alcohol get over it, probably not soon, because when Bian Mu woke up, that guy was still snoring like a dead pig, so he had no choice but to cook another bag of instant noodles and eat After one meal, reluctantly, after two meals, I just want to scold my father.

It was dark, and all houses and courtyards were lighting lamps for cooking. Only the second floor of Lao Yuan's house was completely dark, only a little light was exposed on the second floor, and there was still a small red light jumping from the window, which seemed unusually lonely. .

Bian Mu poured the rest of the soup back to the greedy little bastard, went upstairs a few steps, sat cross-legged in the center of the bed, and recited the Buddhist scriptures with a rosary. Scattered, until I felt that the numbness in my legs was not my own, I slowly stood up, poured out a cigarette, lit it against the marble window sill, smoked half of it, sat down in front of the computer, and painted the previous few paintings It is also a huge project to turn the manuscript into a picture format and save it to the cloud. At least, I don't need to sleep all night.

Actually, is he really in such a hurry?

No, there is no rush at all.

Then why stay up all night?

Because, ah, he has a bad heart.

In the middle of the night, the moon was dark, Shao Kou was struggling to wake up in a fierce competition, his eyelids were heavy, he lifted them a few times, and finally opened them like diluted glue, he thought he was a very self-disciplined person , at least he is a person who is not easy to be emotional, and has always been rational and rational, but today, he has obtained the so-called empathy.

Their village is actually relatively remote, and because it is surrounded by mountains, it is relatively closed, and it is relatively slow to receive external information, so the major events that happened during that special period can be said to be indelible in everyone's memory nightmare.

The old man who drank with him has a scar. It is almost eighty years old, and it still hurts when touched.

When he was young, according to his own words, he was so handsome and cool. Among the peasants in the village, he was the only outstanding handsome appearance. Later, because he read some pioneer books, he was almost as angry as man and god. Therefore, when he heard that his family had chosen a rural girl for him, he resolutely rejected it. He is a man of culture and cannot stand his wife being a big character. He is illiterate, and then he chooses to stay in the city, firmly believing in his ideas and dreams, however, as the flames of war ruthlessly fly across the border, everything will be subverted.

In the village, his parents didn't fully understand what he meant. They just thought that the children in their teens were not enlightened. On the contrary, they were optimistic about this girl, who was in her prime. They are all greedy, after the busy spring plowing season, the matchmaker became active, stepping back and forth to lower the threshold of her house by a little, and finally, he chose a family who was still studying in the city, even though the man’s family was a few years younger than hers. Years old, but it can't stand the folk saying that a female junior, holding a gold brick, and a female senior, are ready to make a fortune. Besides, who doesn't love a cultural person.

As a result, the two families decided to get married. One year later, when the man graduated in the city, he would return to the village to arrange the marriage.

However, the quiet and peaceful village was bombarded by tank shells and lost its true colors. There was smoke everywhere, and corpses were flying everywhere. Countless people who spoke birdsong entered the village to garrison. They set up a sheep pen to detain these The survivors, the panic-stricken, and the frightened villagers, but what was cruel was not just the hungry stomach with no food, nor the pain from the iron whip, but the cruelty of their own mother, their own daughter-in-law, and even As for their daughter, they forcibly took her away, and there was no return.

Waiting, maybe someone will enrich it with beautiful and extremely beautiful rhetoric, and some people will mislead it with confusion and magnified temptation. Only those who have really experienced it can understand that waiting is a long and endless time, and it is a torment in the heart Fortunately, perhaps, there is also a sad self-suggestion that everything is just an arrangement of fate and cannot be changed by someone.

An old man with a stooped back that can never be straightened. When he is drunk, he is going to be drunk. Everything he said is incoherent. He said that he found the seriousness of the situation in the city and knew that he could not escape. , simply hid in a cellar with plenty of food, and mainly protested by reading and writing. He dared not sleep day and night, for fear that someone would suddenly lift the boards and find him. He said that he himself did not I don't know how long it has passed, anyway, when he went out, it seemed that the fire was no longer so intense, so he set foot on the way home.

Logically speaking, the village has become another kind of existence. There is no man in it, all of them are women, and they are strictly confined.

He knew he had to do something, even if he gave his cheap life, not for an official position, not for a vain cultural person, he practiced lying on the ground, practicing piercing in heavy snow, finally, all efforts and blood were exchanged to stop , he, yes, went home.

The banyan tree at the head of the village is still as lush, the small river is still as clear, and the farmyard is still as simple as before, except that his father and brother are no longer there, there is only one sister-in-law, and his fiancée whom he has never met .

He saw her for the first time, and even for many years later, every time he mentioned her, he could clearly feel the beating of his heart, which was formed naturally, without any kind of restless thoughts, only, When she glances at you like this, you will know that the voice in your chest is called heartbeat.

She was wearing a gray and white floral gown, with two braids hanging neatly on both ends of her shoulders. She was grinding tofu at the time, and she only looked up at him. It can be said that she was extremely cold and cold, but he was immersed in his own thoughts. , did not notice.

Soon, he began to pursue, all kinds of routines and means that he thought were romantic, every time he thought he could catch them, but every time he returned empty-handed, he was annoyed, why this rock is so hard, he doesn't believe that he can't cover it Hot, the sister-in-law who always avoided seeing him came forward to persuade him once, let him go back to the city, don't bother her, he was even more aggrieved, why, my fiancee, why not?

When he made some achievements, he inevitably lost some of the spirit he had when he was suffering. He was still stalking on the second day, on the third day, on the fourth day, on the...

He remembered very clearly that day when the showers just stopped, he took the embroidered shoes he made by himself, and she kept working on them, and she didn't even know if the shoes were leaking. I was so moved, my heart was jumping with the joy of success, but on the surface, I was still eager.

That day, she said a few words, all of which he had never heard, all of which he did not want to hear, all of which he could not imagine and could not accept.

The ravine-faced old man wiped his face with his hands and cried uncontrollably. He was still young at the time, so it was unavoidable that he was a little strange, unbearable, and frightened. Therefore, he struggled to maintain his demeanor and caring as always, but, a little false.

After returning home, he moved a bench behind the door and sat down. After a long time, listening to the sister-in-law outside and the aunt next door giving dry food and cabbage to each other, he suddenly realized that they were all the same, the same.

That day, he cried. Really, he was alone behind the door, sobbing and crying. The next day, he packed up his things and said goodbye to his sister-in-law, and told her to live a good life, and then went to tell the tofu girl, you wait I'll be back, okay?

If I'm not dead, you wait for me to come back, okay?

The time span, 11 years later, he came back with a half-legged, at the head of the village, he saw at a glance, a little older, but still charming, his fiancée.

They held a simple wedding, and the village has been completely renewed. Many foreigners have taken root and married wives here. The gloomy past is not worth mentioning, and no one will know about it.

Shao Kou actually met his aunt when he was a child, but he didn't have any impression of her. He only remembered that she was very white and beautiful, at least, compared to others, she was extraordinarily beautiful.

The old man cried when he talked about it, and he cried when he talked about it. He said that he wanted a child, but unfortunately he would not have one. He said that he made up for her every day, but he still couldn't make up for it. She died at a young age. He said Before she died, she also said that she had to change into clean clothes and not dirty other places. He said that she had said sorry countless times in her life, but she couldn't say it to him. Those three words were like this big mountain. , too heavy...

The old man cried for a while, and then yelled and drank, and Shao Kou accompanied him glass by glass. He was not good at comforting people, and he was fascinated by listening to it. He got drunk after a few hundred rounds.

The author has something to say: Dedicated to my beautiful girl,

"she"

banyan tree shade,

really not hot,

Even with a good laugh,

also dripping,

I will,

wandering in love,

Slowly at the beginning,

set a place.

Cold to hate,

Like a thorn in a tree,

final difficulty,

Continue with you.

ps: moving, 32, 22, seven...