nameless country

William put down the guitar in his hand and looked at the red leaves outside: It's already autumn.

Thinking about it, he hated winter the most. It was cold and he had nothing to eat when he was wandering on the street.He stuck out his pink tongue to see how much money was left in his wallet.The wine gets hotter and the water gets colder, so William loves drinking the most.Drinking it may not feel so good, but slowly the temperature of the body will increase. It is the best feeling that you have the courage to resist the cold from the inside out.

"William, you can't do this, why don't we invest some money to buy bonds together, so that you won't be hungry because you spend all your money on wine in winter." John adjusted his glasses.

"Although we are natural enemies, I'm still very glad to have a friend like you who thinks of me." William nodded, "Then buy it, I believe you can make a lot of money from your point of view. You are such a good person .” William’s ears perked up, as if he was happy for the settled winter.

William took out a few silver coins from the counter, carefully wiped the dust on the surface, and then locked the drawer, "Then let's go quickly." He picked up a woolen coat hanging on the hanger, "I'll return it later There is business."

William walked ahead of John with his guitar behind his back.He was half a head taller than John, and John looked at him quietly with envious eyes like his younger brother.

"Why do you like listening to me play the piano so much?" William joked.

"Of course it's because—I like beautiful music very much. When I was a child, I wanted to be a violin player, and I played "Dance Dance" very well."

"Haha, what a dream. Why don't you watch you play the violin now?"

"Of course I'm too busy. I'm busy with business every day. It's good to divide my duties."

"Do you want to try this?" William took out a small harmonica from his arms.

John carefully put his mouth on it and blew twice.The sound is a little rusty and kind, the strangeness is the technique, and the kindness is the feeling of holding the piano.He narrowed his eyes slightly, "That's great."

William didn't say anything more, no one has something that was once cherished.I could have run on the street like a lunatic regardless of other people's sight, I could have tidied up my clothes, took a shower and sprayed some perfume, I could have cried and laughed for it.But too long a dull time will slowly bury this thing, and when I want to find it, either I have lost the energy to dig it or I really can't remember where I left this thing in the first place.Or like John, it is too precious to be so happy when we meet again.

Tiredness, loss, joy.The things that were cherished at that time are no longer so important, the temper that has been calmed down, the nerves that have been strained, and the time that has been wasted.There is everything.

William thought that when he was a child, he wanted to hold an accordion or a guitar, even if he just played and sang on the street. The hand playing the piano became the hand holding the gun. What changed him?Ah. "Or is it for changing the world?"

He didn't answer in his heart either.

A few months later, it was already winter.William felt the hollowness in his stomach as he held his glass of wine.Warmth can't resist the cold. He touched his empty pockets and felt that he was about to faint from hunger.John's tavern was full of guests, and he was wandering alone in the street. There was something wrong with the money he put in, and he couldn't get it out now.

William stopped and went alone, a bottle of vodka in his hand.In the distance, there was a storefront that was so brightly lit that he walked towards it.

"Stop, you can't go in." The two security guards at the door stopped him. Their erect ears and dark skin kept some of the characteristics of Doberman pinschers.

William took a sip of vodka, and the flame-like sensation in his throat made him cough.His well-shaped Adam's apple rolled, wiped his mouth with his cuff, and William turned to leave. "Where is my home?"

"Stop." A voice sounded.

"You look very good-looking, would you like to come and work with us?" This is a mixture of Chartres cat's temperament. The hair on his ears is short and elegant gray, and his stature is also different from ordinary petite cat-type creatures.

William looked at him, "Okay, buy me a drink."

"I guarantee you will have plenty of wine every day."

William walked to the club, a guitar still on his back.He sees warm colors and luxurious voices.All worlds have places like this: where there's booze, and money, and pretty boys and girls.The sound of the saxophone, the sound of glasses being exchanged, the sound of sweet talk—but William had no other choice, and he walked like this, as if he saw all kinds of human emotions.

"Put away your little things, we don't need extra wood here."

William put his guitar in his locker.

"Now I will tell you the rules of survival here." The man said.

The author has something to say:

When I was writing, I suddenly thought that there was an article in O.Henry's "The Witch's Bread" in a mini-fiction

Is it because John has the temperament of a proprietress? ? {doubtful face}

A puppy ran past,

A skylark flew by,

where is my kitten.

Good night~