Cupid winks

When it arrived, the sound of the waves also hid, hiding in the rustling sound of the wind blowing the weeds.

The man and I stopped at the same time, we were almost out of cigarettes, and each of us took every puff deeply and vigorously.The man said: "We went back to the hotel that day and each opened a bottle of Coke."

"Does it taste really good?" I asked.

The man smiled, looked at me, and just looked at me like that, with a flash of light in his eyes.I put the cigarette to his mouth, he didn't smoke, he talked.

He said: "I saw a tiger in the tea garden, but the tiger didn't jump on me and bite me to death."

"It was he who was killed by a tiger...a Tamil tiger," he said.

"He..." I swallowed, should I ask?I want to ask, but should I ask?I can't stand it, I'm going to ask it out.

"Is he Ah Feng?"

The man walked up again, and I walked too.We turned back to the main entrance of the Temple of Love. The small gate of this temple is made of wooden boards. It is too simple and there are no decorative patterns.Only a bouquet of white flowers hung on the wall.

Who will celebrate the lost love?Or who will praise pure love?

"They threw petrol bombs on the street, and the car caught fire. He caught fire, and he pushed me away. Someone threw a bomb. Xiao Fan came, and he asked me, where are people, and I said they were all here. He said, you bastard, I will kill you! I will kill you! He said, you must not die! You must not die! You must live well for me, you were saved by him! Your life is not Your own!"

I listen.

The man said: "We were in the bar, the last thing I said to him...we walked out of the bar, the last thing I said to him was, it's not your child, why do you care so much, or you care about others, If you want to go back to Taiwan, go back, anyway..."

"He hasn't heard what I have to say."

I listen.

Elephants go to elephant graves before they die.

He walks to his grave every day.

"Anyway... Anyway, I love him."

I can't take it anymore.I turned on my phone and it's 30.00% charged.I call s.

6.

After busy beeping twice, the call was connected, S said "Hello" on the other end of the phone, I hiccupped, and said quickly, "It's windy."

s laughed.Hearing S's laughter, I hiccupped again and said, "You, you, don't laugh..."

I also stuttered.I didn't even think of it myself, it seems that I really got the wind.I turned my head away from the man and stood against the wall.I said, "I was about to talk when a gust of wind blew over."

That's the truth, lo and behold, now it's another gust of wind.Alas, you can't see it either.I want to see you, s.I want to s.

I asked, "What are you doing?"

s said: "Outside."

"Oh." I answered, and asked again, "It's late there, isn't it?"

s said: "What's wrong?"

no how.Nothing.It's nothing more than I miss you, I love you, and thinking of you, my heart beats fast, my ears are hot, my face is also a little hot, my mouth is more like being burned, and I can't even say "I miss you".I thought about it well, and I want to tell you that when the soldiers approached the city, I couldn't speak anymore.It's all to blame for that tone.If it doesn't blow over, I can say it and tell you as soon as you answer the phone.Now the wind fills my mouth and throat and I'm dumb.I fumbled in my pocket and found a shrunken, empty cigarette case.I sigh. s asked: "Is Sri Lanka fun?"

I answered again.Damn, hateful, hateful.There's really no way, why can't I tell you that I miss you, why can't I tell you.do you understand?I don't say, you understand, right?

Why didn't you ask me if I wanted to stay when you took me to the airport.

I asked S: "You sent me to the airport that day, why didn't you keep me?"

S said: "If I keep you, you will definitely stay. But, you are not happy, you are not happy staying." He said: "I don't want to see you like that."

"So nasty," I said.Mushy but useful.I said, "I want to see you, where are you, I'm going to find you now."

Speaking out in one breath, I felt comfortable. S didn't answer, I was nervous again.Isn't he my master, the object of my obedience?I surrendered to him spiritually, but he doesn't need it, what he needs is meat.Physical surrender.I can't do it again.can i do itWill he let me do it?He's going to be unhappy, I don't want to see him like that.

Is he at the doctor's house now?

I said, "If you're busy, I'll hang up first, anyway, I'm coming back."

There is no solution to our problem, unless I separate my body from my mind, and his body from his mind, I have to go to S's second brother for consultation, he may have a solution.There will be solutions to our problems.

Will there really be?

I squatted on the ground, I saw the man's feet, he had not moved, I quietly raised my head to look at him, he stood with one shoulder shrugged, looking towards the direction of the sea.I then glanced at the sea, and the sea was dyed with a little moonlight, sparkling.The night at sea is gentle and mysterious.The waves are coming, and the sea is a little scary again.Mysterious and dangerous. s.

I can't manage that much anymore.

I said again, "I'm going to find you now."

s asked me: "where are you?"

"at the seaside."

"Cold?"

"Fortunately."

"You want to come to me now?"

"Yes, now."

S paused for a while, then said, "I'm in Rongshi, and I'm having dinner with Shuxue, Xiaobao, and Manager Fan."

"Manager Fan is beside you?" I looked up at the man.The man heard my words and turned to look at me.He pursed his lips.

"You miss him?" S asked with a smile.I can almost see his smiling face.I propped my forehead and hid my face behind my hands, and I said, "I've heard a lot of stories tonight."

The man patted me and waved at me. S asked me: "Do you want to say something to Manager Fan?"

I pointed to the phone, mouth-shaped, "Xiao Fan", but the man kept waving his hands.He stood in front of me, standing in the night, and I felt like he had become a statue, and someone who no one could see put his arms around his shoulders and gnawed on his neck.

He didn't go to the cemetery every day, he walked into a cemetery and never came out again. He went around in circles, day after day, night after night.Tonight, he saw me, he talked to me, and we started off with unofficial stories that were passed on to people, and we exchanged many secrets, and told many other stories, and we made up quarrels, we made up stories for young men and women.

He made up a lot of "I'm sorry" for that man.He asked the man to say it, and he said it to me.

I told s: "Give him the phone."

The man turned around, his back to me.Manager Fan said "Hello".

"Hehe." Manager Fan said, "Hello, Hehe?"

I was taken aback for a moment, and then I realized that Manager Fan's voice was so vicissitudes and hoarse.Everyone's voice is distorted on the phone. The voice of s lost a little helplessness, and I could tell that when he spoke to me just now, the ending sound was slightly raised.He's in a good mood, probably because of a reunion with an old friend.

I asked: "Aren't you in Tianxing?"

Manager Fan said vaguely: "Oh, this... Tianxing's products are still pretty good."

I said, "Manager Fan, have you ever heard of such a job as overseas approval?"

Manager Fan didn't speak.I then asked: "Excuse me, are you Xiao Fan, A Feng's former manager?"

Manager Fan said, "I am."

His voice was trembling, but it was somewhat like Manager Fan's voice in my memory.

I said, "I'm sorry."

I heard the sound of stepping on the sand, and saw that the man had come to the Temple of Love, leaning against the door.Next to my ear, Manager Fan gasped, and the sound of his breathing became heavier and more urgent.

The man looked at me and I hung up the phone.

I said to the man, "I'm leaving."

The man nodded.

In the dark, I couldn't see his face clearly.He probably couldn't see me clearly either."You shouldn't have come here with me," the man said.

I said, "I don't regret it."

"I regret it," said the man.

I said, "I love you."

The man said, "I love you too."

I said, "I'm going first."

The man said, "I'll be here soon." He said, "You know, Xiaoying has grown up, and he has become a kind person."

I said, "Oh, that's a big shadow, an old shadow."

The man smiled.His voice was laughing.I still can't see his face clearly, can't see his expression.Only voices flowed between me and him.The sound of the wind, the sound of the waves, the sound of sand being blown, the sound of a grain of sand rolling, the sound of two hearts beating, the sound of a sigh, it comes from a very far place, a long, long time ago.

"He met someone who loved him very much," he said.

I said, "That's great."

I said, "Then I hope they are happy."

The man said: "You don't have to wait for me, you go first."

I stand up and go first.

I walked back the way we had come, and I could still see the footprints of me and the man in the sand.My sneakers left a zebra pattern.A man's footprint is flat.When I returned to the tent, the locals at that table had already left, and the group of tourists was about to leave too. When they saw me, many of them smiled at me.I laughed too, and stepped forward and asked, "Uncle, Auntie, are you leaving? Have you ordered a taxi? Can you give me a lift?"

I'm afraid I'll get lost by myself, so I really don't know when I'll be able to get to S.

The woman in the floral skirt who organized everyone to take pictures before said generously: "No problem!! We have several Tutus, and this one is not bad for you! You can sit, you can sit!"

I pay