Louis' 13

"I think I may not get better this time." Mu Yaran shrugged: "Who knows."

She and Louis sat on the balcony of her room. On the small round table between them was a pot of warm fruit black tea, and two plates of desserts, tiramisu and butter cookies.

The balcony is seven or eight square meters, with a one-meter-high European-style curved white guardrail. The upper half was originally open, but because of the owner's body, glass windows were sealed, and the line of sight is still open and bright.

Next to it, there are several pots of succulents, small green clusters, which Mu Yaran bought at the flower market when he was extremely poor and bored. The oil and freight costs are more expensive than those pots of succulents.

"It's almost 07:30, isn't it? It's still bright." Mu Yaran propped her hands on the chair, and her thin cheeks have become a little haggard these days, her eyes are still so bright, and her expression remains undiminished: "I I remember going to Xinjiang when I was 16, and the sun hadn’t set at 08:30..."

Louis helped her refill half a cup of tea: "Xinjiang is beautiful, right?"

"Yes, yes," Mu Yaran said enthusiastically, "The mutton is very delicious, and the naan is so big." The woman made a big circle with her hands, which was a bit exaggerated: "The handsome Uighur guy who baked the naan is very interesting. While kneading scones, singing and dancing while playing music, I was so happy. And their big plate chicken, Turpan fruit, sweetened..."

"You foodie." Louis smiled: "All you talk about is food."

Mu Yaran made a grimace: "I have a deep memory of eating. But Xinjiang is really a good place, the scenery is also beautiful, the sky is high and the land is wide. At a glance, even the desert is very majestic."

"16 years old? Uncle Mu took you to play?"

"It's not him. He's busy working as an official, so he doesn't have time." Mu Yaran shook his head: "The old Duan took me there. I'm so busy and crazy, I don't have the heart to accompany me to play everywhere. But I was young and self-willed and ignorant. I insisted on dragging him to accompany me to Xinjiang, and threatened him. . Later he couldn't hold me back, so he left."

The little woman picked up the cup and drank some tea: "He just got his driver's license that year. The two of us didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, so we rented a car and ran by ourselves, the Northern Xinjiang Great Ring Road. We went to Sailimu Lake Devil City, and also There is Kanas Baihaba, and I saw the Populus euphratica forest. There was a man standing at the gate of the scenic spot selling jade, a big piece of Hetian jade. The old section said it was fake, and took me to the edge of the desert to pick it up by myself. Actually, I knew he was Having no money and dying for face... In that place in Xinjiang, people shivered in the morning and evening, and it was hot and sunny at noon. When we came back from playing for more than ten days, we were all black like monkeys..."

Mu Yaran, who was caught in memories, exuded a kind of brilliance all over her body, as if those illnesses had made way for her and ceased to exist.

"Don't mention it, I die quickly when I recall the past." Mu Yaran waved his hand: "Louis, why are you so obedient these two days, and you took the initiative to come and see me? You don't need to accompany Chen Huan? Are you planning to empathize with someone else, or come over What about food?"

"Cengfan." Louis nodded: "Save me some face, thank you."

Mu Yaran laughed loudly and clapped her hands: "Louis, I really like you more and more. Hey, can we discuss something?"

"You said."

"I've lived for 24 years, and I've never been in love. If I really can't pass this hurdle this time, how aggrieved do you think I am? I will still be an old maid until I die. Louis, you can do a good deed that day Let's act as a couple for a day? Don't worry, you don't ask to go to bed if you eat and drink, I'm afraid I will be hacked to death by the old Duan."

Louis was embarrassed: "I think it's more suitable for you to find Tangning."

"Xiao Ningzi can't, he can't afford to play." Mu Yaran cut out, and reached out to shake his arm unwillingly: "Actually, it's nothing. You see, I can't do strenuous exercise, so the playground can at most sit Carousel. Let me think about what couples are going to do... By the way, let's take a photoshoot, then go for a walk by the river, or take the cable car to Johor Bahru, and... Let's have a candlelight dinner, someone The kind who plays the violin on the side, the kind who is very coquettish and rich, and... hee hee, you can kiss me, hold my little hand and so on... Hey, my idea of ​​happiness, Louis, you can be distracted That's too embarrassing."

"I'm sorry." Louis hesitated to speak, with a guilty expression on his face.

"Forget it, forget it, just pretend I didn't say it." Mu Yaran sat up straight again, paused for a while before speaking softly: "Do you think I'm pitiful and pathetic? Another trash who is just waiting to die, dragging his parents down to accomplish nothing..."

"Uncle Mu and Auntie love you very much." Louis helped her pull the thin blanket covering her knees: "Someone loves you, you can't see it."

"Say I'm quite capable." Mu Yaran squinted: "I despise you... My parents gave birth to me, and found out that it was a congenital heart disease, or a very serious one, with tricuspid valve atresia, and poor pulmonary vascular development. ...Anyway, it was all kinds of narrow escapes. Later they decided not to have another child because of me. In fact, it would be great if they wanted another child back then, and I couldn't provide them with retirement. Hey Louis, we hit it off right away, how about you Be a godson to my parents, and you can also fulfill my filial piety for me in the future... It's strange again, I always go astray, no matter what I say. The old Duan has criticized me, but I can't change... What's the matter? Yes, it’s good to have another one. I’m sick, my health is poor, I have to give birth to a child, and I can’t do many things that others can do. It’s okay in the early years, and it once made me feel that I was healthy... That year , I got sick because of a rainstorm, and my freedom is gone... You can also see that I don't have to do anything all day long. Sometimes I go to harass the old Duan, and sometimes I go to play with Xiao Ningzi. But they all have I have to be busy with my own affairs, so I can't stay with me all the time... Sometimes I feel that life is very boring. Others wake up every day and have a daily rush. I wake up every day and lie in bed in a daze. What can I do today? No I know. Or go to play with Louis... That's it... Actually, I thought about it. In the situation like this old Duan, I will definitely find a woman to marry in the future. I know him well, and I won't occupy the position of Mrs. Duan Until I was [-] and [-], I married him, let him live the life he wants, love the person he wants to love, and stop those who like to gossip I like him so much, because he is more and more like my father, chattering rigidly and boringly. If I were to die, I wouldn’t be reluctant...Hey Louis, what can you say? The heroine."

The night outside the window seemed to pour into this small tea room, layer by layer, like waves, rushing towards the face, making people suffocated.

Louis lowered his head, and his slender eyelashes cast small fan-like shadows under his eyes: "I don't know what to say... I feel that my life with my eyes open has no purpose and purpose. It's not negative or moaning- Yin, I really don't know... It seems that I have set a goal for myself, and I can't use it to define it. It's strange... I just know the result of some things, so I don't want to repeat the same mistakes, and I don't even have a beginning. It seems that I just thought about it... The rest is what everyone should follow step by step, starting a family, raising children, then retiring, getting old slowly, and finally dying on the hospital bed..."

"Stop!" Mu Yaran interrupted him unbearably: "Aren't you moaning for nothing? Brother, have you passed the second year of middle school when you have to worry about writing new words? You haven't reached seventy or eighty yet. Are you depressed? Do you have heart disease? Ah? Is it congenital? Do you have any? Do you have arms and legs, cancer and AIDS imposed on you but no money to treat? Why are you pretending to be old-fashioned and deep at such a young age? Praise you Two sentences and you really think of yourself as Hello Kitty, cut! I can’t stand you!”

"You're right." Louis smiled good-naturedly, his squinted eyes looked like crescent moons under the light: "Shen Huan also said that I was sick. I have all the sour smells of learning Chinese, which is worse."

"Shen Huan," Mu Yaran rarely showed hesitation on his face: "How long have you two been talking?"

"A little over two years." Louis didn't expect her to ask this: "We met at the dormitory sorority. What's the matter?"

Mu Yaran snorted, with a serious expression: "Is it too late to dismantle it now? Seriously."

Louis nodded: "If you do it, the chances of winning are not small. Do you want to try?"

"Yes." Yaran said seriously.

The two looked at each other, and laughed at the same time.The laughter was cheerful and full of energy, and it spread far in the dark sky.

"Louis, you are studying Chinese, please write something for me when you have time."

"it is good."

"You don't even ask what to write? What if you are asked to write pornographic articles?"

"Okay, then write: the capital in April is still hanging on the tail of spring, the sand blown from Inner Mongolia is rolling and raging, with a sharp whistle, blowing through the streets and alleys, the sky and the earth are dark, yellow and violent... ..."

Yaran couldn't help but smile, her shiny black hair was dangling, drawing a beautiful arc around her ear: "You have a brilliant literary talent, not bad. Louis, help me write an epitaph."

Louis froze for a moment, his expression remained the same: "Is it the kind of 'this is a humble room but my virtue'?"

"It's all right, I'll listen to you." Yaran exhaled, rubbed his sore muscles, and a little tiredness appeared on his face: "It's getting late, let Master Wang take you back. Time to sleep."

When Louis went out, he held his finger on the doorknob for a long time without looking back: "Don't give up, really."

Yaran had already laid down on the bed, and waved her hands indifferently: "Understood, Xiaoluzi, you can kneel down."

Back in his shabby room on the seventh floor, Louis changed his shoes as usual, drank a glass of water, and dried them when he left in the morning.Then I took off my clothes and pants to wash, only wearing a pair of underwear.In this way, you can avoid sweating to the greatest extent after taking a shower, and lie directly on the bed to sleep.When I was drying the clothes, I still remembered that I poured a glass of water for my pot of mint grass.

When taking a shower, the water dripping and leaking on the side of the shower head seemed to be getting worse, but Louis ignored it and flushed it repeatedly. Even the soap was useless, so he turned off the water.

It was when he was wiping his face and body with a towel, Louis straightened up after wiping his legs, and suddenly froze when he looked at himself in the mirror.

You obviously wiped your face just now, why is it still wet now?

When preparing clothes for the next day, Louis saw the black underwear that did not belong to him, XL, CK.

The hand holding the underwear stopped for a few seconds, then stuffed the bottom of the travel bag, and then pressed the top flat to restore it to its previous appearance.

Before going to bed, it is customary to take notes.

As soon as I wrote a few words, the words in front of me were wasted.Louis threw away his pen and notebook, and lay down on the bed.

When I got up a few minutes later, the mat was wet.

[9.3 wants to extend the 13-year life to Yaran. 】

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Every chapter must be locked... SO, there is really no way, the original text will be posted at 20:00 the next day, and it will be edited when it is locked until it can be passed.