REMIX

At eleven o'clock, a musical was broadcast on the nostalgic section of the movie channel, and I fell asleep within a few minutes after watching it.

There was a sound on the TV, and my head found a fulcrum on the corner of the sofa, and I dozed off half asleep. I was woken up by a sad female voice for a while, and I had endless dreams and kicked myself. On the carpet, I turned off the TV, then retracted to the original position and went back to sleep.

All in all, I didn't sleep well that night, subconsciously paying attention to the movement of him coming home, unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality.When I opened my eyes again, it was early in the morning.

It was foggy in the early hours of the morning, and the green of the trees outside the window soaked deeper, and a faint autumn cool permeated the damp air. When I lowered my head, I found that I was covered with a thin blanket, and there was a soft, moss-like layer on the surface. Plush, down to the instep.

I sat up and smelled the fragrance that haunted me in my dreams.Someone is cooking in the kitchen.

He was wearing an ordinary white T-shirt, his back was facing me, his shoulders and spine were curved comfortably, he was standing lazily, his feet alternated from time to time, and there was a sound of a spatula shaking in front of him. Not humming.

I didn't call him, because I was afraid that he would be distracted by the stove, and when he turned around to get the seasoning, I handed him the salt and pepper and sugar.

"Thank you."

He took the vial from me, held the pan in one hand, leaned over and kissed me.

"Good morning."

I admit that this scene has defeated my lofty aspirations and sustenance for the happiness of life for many years.Compared with everything in front of me, they are worthless bubbles. They are useless and not enough to be placed on the two ends of the balance to weigh each other.

Fuck the money and get ahead, I thought.I will spend my whole life with this person.

I may still be awake.

I brush my teeth, take a shower, refresh myself from head to toe, go back to the dinner table and ask, when did you come back?

He sat across from me and opened the newspaper. His forehead was spread over the high browbones, which softened the facial features of the whole face. He said while drinking coffee, an hour ago, you see, I still have to catch up with you Make breakfast.

Be your head.

I wanted to say too much, but my language skills were limited, so I had to let out a dry "um", and under his gaze, I took a big mouthful of tomato soup with a bowl in my hand.

The clear stream twists and turns in my throat, I can't swallow it, and it almost becomes an artificial fountain.

My soul trembled.What ingredients are used to make this, and the existing vegetables in the world can really make such an unpalatable thing?

"..."

I looked at him who hadn't slept all night, and then at the poisonous bowl in front of me.In the end, he sacrificed his life for righteousness, picked it up and drank it down, feeling that his dead taste and soul were purified together, and sublimated to a new level.

The first time the subject cooks, a man has to finish it with tears in his eyes.

Suppressing the grief, I put down the bowl and said to him, "I will cook our meals from now on, so that's the deal."

He didn't say anything for a long time, looking at me and smiling.

"Baby thinks so far."

He stuttered every word, purely on purpose.

In fact, not far away, although I said it in passing.

The time after college and the time in high school do not seem to be in the same unit of calculation. I used to count by the meter, and a math class could make my temples look like white hair. After college, a whole afternoon of meditation That is to say, the work of having a few rounds of talking with the same table, and there is no night to read at night.

The days are indeed not difficult, but the flow of time will also make me panic.I still need the sense of urgency to be warned all the time, to stop this mediocre state, to slightly modify the high school schedule, and replace it with a more relaxed plan, and stick it on the desk.

Except for class and self-study, I was preparing for CET-[-] and CET-[-] in the library. I heard that I had to choose a second foreign language in my sophomore year. I was afraid that I would not be able to concentrate on that time; I went to the gym twice a week, and I was free to arrange evenings and Sundays. Club activities or parties Go if you want, stay alone if you don’t want to go, go home, practice singing.

I went home every weekend for a month and went shopping with Xia Jie. Maybe it’s because I’m too big to please her when I was a child. It’s more annoying to jump around for a long time, which caused her to be in a windy and cooling month. He took back his verbal instructions to me: "You don't have to come back when you are busy."

"Don't think about always going home and being lazy! How many friends have you made, how many clubs, how many credits have you got? How many girls? Tell me about you!"

She feels that I am an adult, and sooner or later I will be independent from her protection, and I don't want to occupy the focus of my life anymore.I naturally understood her intentions, so I turned around and defected to Gong Junye.

One night, the two of them got nervous together, feeling that the day was not boring enough and sleep wasted, so they drove to Huanshan Road in the middle of the night. At the place where they watched the fireworks, the two of them wrapped up in a blanket and stayed up all night to watch the sunrise.

I seldom stay up all night, and it may be that both of us are too excited on a whim, and we don’t feel sleepy. We brought bottled cocktails and dark chocolate, which made our mouths tasteless.

I plugged an earphone for him, singing better than talking.

"Being with you is not a waste of time happily ever after isa...faith from now on, happiness is faith you've been the one ive been looking forus you're the one I've been looking for so glad that I found you cliché but I love you cliché but I love you"

At sunrise, the clouds cleared, and the mountain wind made my eyes squint. I received a multimedia message from Li Qianlan, with a photo attached behind the text.

In the picture are vermilion clothes, a cold street and the rising sun. The two of them are standing in the square, Qiao Xinxin is holding a mobile phone, Li Qianlan slightly lowered her body, touching her cheek, and wrapping her arms around her waist.

The two smiled intimately and breathed warm white air at the camera.

- We are together.