Moon and people are still

Because high school friends came back one after another, the first few days of the holiday were fully arranged.

For example, friend A came back today, so we had a meal together, drank a cup of coffee, chatted, and recounted the old days; friend B came back the next day, so we had another meal together, I drank coffee, chatted for a while, and recounted the old days; friend C's boyfriend came, so I repeated the itinerary of the previous few days, although some small games similar to werewolf killing were mixed in the process of this gathering, But after several days in a row, everyone couldn't bear it.

Three days of gathering, ten days of rest.

I used to swear in the group that it's been a long time since I haven't seen the person who wants to be happy for ten days and ten nights, but now I don't dare to speak out.

For a long period of time recently, each of us didn't want to see each other's faces, and we all wanted to wait until we didn't feel tired, so we could find an excuse to come out.

So I, who had a very big gap in life, seemed very bored on the fourth day without friends. I lay in bed all day, fast-forwarded the whole series of He Yuan Anli’s TV series while playing with my mobile phone. After the end, I I didn't know when I fell asleep, and after putting the tablet aside, I realized that it was already 7 o'clock in the evening.

Stretching and looking at the already dark night outside, I deeply suspected that my parents had forgotten that I was a daughter.

I opened the door and went out, and my parents were not at home. There was only a circle of small lights on the side of the living room, and my stomach groaned.I went around the kitchen and found nothing edible, so I called my mother.

When the phone was picked up, the voice from the KTV almost burst my eardrums. I took the phone away and heard my mother yell louder than the background sound: "What's wrong, Keke."

I said, "Why haven't you come back to make dinner yet?"

She said, "What did you say?"

I took a deep breath and roared, "Why haven't you come back to make dinner yet!"

She finally understood, ouched, and said with a smile: "I ate with your dad, I forgot you were at home, you can get something to eat yourself."

Before I could complain, I hung up the phone.

I listened to the beeping sound from my mobile phone, and thought about the way I yelled in the quiet home just now, it was funny and ridiculous.

The daughter who goes home once a week, just can't appreciate the feeling of reuniting with her family after a long absence, and she is often released and forgotten.

Very wronged.

I picked up the phone and wanted to complain to He Yuan and vent my depression, but the mahjong sound on the other end made me feel disheartened instantly.Her online mahjong has now developed to offline, and her obsession has become even worse. I think, if I ask her to solve problems now, she must give me a word and stop being hypocritical.

After saying something or nothing, he hung up on He Yuan's voice. After a lot of tossing around, I got even hungrier.

After changing clothes, I casually found a coat and carried a bag and went out, and then found a noodle restaurant near the community to fill my stomach.

After eating the noodles, my body warmed up a lot. When I left the noodle shop, the wind outside didn't feel harsh anymore. I took a breath into the air, looked in the direction of my home, and didn't really want to go back.

After all, they have already come out, and their clothes have been changed. It is obviously too wasteful to just have a meal like this.

So I walked aimlessly along the path along the street.

It’s rare for such a person to go shopping alone. After walking for a few minutes, it seems to feel pretty good. Although there are many people, chatting is lively, but when alone, it seems to be quite comfortable. You don’t have to do anything, your head is empty, and your thoughts are random .

Thinking about it, I thought of Jing Yi, and then the way she stood on the podium and smiled at everyone, just came to my mind.

For the past three days, she hasn't posted on Moments.

And our dialogue still stays in the greeting on the first day.

Maybe I thought I was the only one in this lively street, and suddenly felt a little sentimental in my heart, and when the word "secret love" popped up in my mind, it made me even more sentimental.

It’s really useless, I’ve never liked anyone in my life, I fell in love with a teacher four years ago, she left with great difficulty, and I finally walked out, the situation turned around, and I fell in love with him again four years later.

people.

This word is really squeamish, just looking at it makes people feel aggrieved and hypocritical.

With this mood, I suddenly came across a bar while walking, so I hesitated at the door for a few minutes, gritted my teeth and walked in.

It's a slow bar. When I entered, the resident singer on the stage was quietly singing folk songs. I looked around and sat down on the empty seat by the bar.

The guy at the bar who was idling came over. He first glanced at my attire, then returned his gaze to my face, and asked with a smile, "A high school student? Are you an adult?"

I smiled, put my hands on the bar, and said, "I don't understand, it looks small in such a dress. I have graduated from college for several years."

He raised his eyebrows, he didn't know if he believed it, so he smiled and asked me what I wanted.

I picked up the menu on the side and looked carefully. Except for a few drinks, it was all alcohol, so I moved my eyes to the cocktail in the upper right corner.

They have different names, but I just can't tell what it is. Looking down the two rows, I pointed to the most annoying one above, and looked up at the little brother.

"Here, the chicken from Shilitai."

Perhaps it was because it was still early and there were not many customers in the bar.After all, things like bars are mostly for people to entertain loneliness, and the entertainment of loneliness is more suitable for nights. The deeper the night, the more pastime, the more lonely you feel. Look at those people who cry at three o'clock in the middle of the night, it sounds better than twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. The one who cries is sad.A person who cries until three o'clock in the middle of the night sounds sadder than a person who cries until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

In comparison, my sadness now is not very sad. After all, it's only ten o'clock now, and I don't deserve it.

If I could come to this bar at three o'clock in the middle of the night, then I am afraid that what I order now is not the chicken from Shilitai. What I should order is the "heart-wrenching dog" recommended by the shopkeeper of this shop.

It can be seen that although this bar looks quiet, it is actually very noisy.

While thinking wildly, my brother has already mixed my wine.

After he said please use it slowly, he pushed the wine over. I took a closer look, except for the two chicken feathers on the edge of the glass, I really couldn't see the meaning of this glass of wine.

Maybe its meaning is in the taste?

So I picked up my glass and took a sip.

The little brother looked at me expectantly, waiting for my impressions.

So I took another sip in his anticipation.

"This wine."

It has a cold mint flavor, a slightly sour lemon flavor, and a little alcohol flavor. The important thing is that it has no chicken flavor.

I smiled: "It's delicious."

The little brother also smiled when he heard it, and then played another big trick in front of me. After a few minutes, he mixed a glass with a slightly different color and handed it to me, and said to me: "This is for you, drink and have a look. "

I moved the cup a little bit, pointed to the menu with my finger, and asked, "What's the name of this cup?"

The little brother shook his head and answered me: "It's not on the top, I just tuned it."

I raised my eyebrows and took a sip. It tasted different from the chicken just now, and it was cooler. It seemed to still have a creamy aroma. Maybe it was the legendary taste of first love.

"It's delicious." After I finished telling him, I took another sip and asked, "Did you choose the name?"

He nodded.

"Get ready to call it, 'Tiger's Remembrance.'"

I almost spit out my drink.

It seems that the names on this menu are all taken by the little brother, this is really a little brother with a story.

After chatting back and forth, I gradually became acquainted with my brother, and the result of this acquaintance was that I, an unsteady college student, was fooled by my brother into buying several more glasses of wine.

I have never seen a wine taster like me who has to pay for it himself, but except for the name, the wine is still delicious, and each glass has its own taste. After drinking all the wine he made for me, I I tried to make him think about changing his name, but he couldn't understand what I said, which made me very distressed.

Later he asked me if I had a boyfriend.

Ugh……

This is so sad, I was already working on getting my little brother to change the name of the wine, and I left Jing Yi behind, why did I come back after such a circle.

"No."

He smiled, maybe because the expression on my face was suddenly a little strange, he asked me tentatively: "Is there someone you like?"

It is always easy to open up in front of strangers.

I nodded without hesitation.

"It's a very distant person, I feel impossible to be with her."

The little brother smiled and wiped the cup: "How do you know it's impossible if you don't try it?"

This little brother with a story seems to have a lot of ideas. Just when I wanted to talk to him about how it is possible, a wave of guests came suddenly, so the little brother's attention was all attracted by the new guests.

You see, Jing Yi and I really don't have a destiny, even this kind of marginal opportunity, God refuses to give me.

When the little brother was free again, half an hour later, he stopped bringing up the topic with me, and I was embarrassed to bring it up again. After all, this is a bar, not a counseling room. His main task is not to help customers solve their troubles , but sell wine.

I shook the lemonade in front of me, took out my phone and looked in the address book, and found Jing Yi's phone number that I asked from the study committee last time.

Maybe it's because the night is getting deeper and deeper, and the person I'm with is getting more and more lonely. This loneliness makes me want to see Jing Yi very much, so my mind twitched and my hands shook, and I called the phone.

When he realized what he had done and wanted to hang up the phone, Jing Yi had already picked it up.

My heart suddenly beat violently. After she said hello, I smirked a few times and said to the phone, "Mr. Jing, I'm Keke."

There was a curious hmm from that hair, and then the tone softened: "Ke Ke, what's the matter?"

"Me." I swallowed, looked at the little brother who was cleaning the table, a thought suddenly flashed in my mind, and then I gritted my teeth and said, "I was in a bar, I accidentally broke something inside, I didn't bring enough Qian, can you come and help me?"

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