other people's big

[The rest of my life after love] by boiled tofu

I drank a glass of wine made by you many years ago, and I am still drunk.

——To death

The alternation of cold and heat has passed through the years.

Breaking my fingers, this year should be my second year in the circle.

Since the opening of the pit, Tofu has not written too few articles. He has received praise from heaven and earth, and has been lucky enough to win such a little bit of love. Perhaps thanks to the little talent left by that person, there was a certain word that moved him. Or touched you, and thus have one or two hardcore so-called brain fans.

Of course, most of the time, I was still being scolded as shit, hehe, then, what a pity, the writing was not strong enough, and I probably lost that person's face.

However, these praises or abuse are really not that important to me.

Please forgive my selfishness, after all, since I entered the circle, the only thing I want to write is that one story.

For this reason, I have been thinking hard, calculating all the time, how to use the best language I can think of, and at the best time, to express it.

Yes, this is a true story, drawn from bloody life.

The host has never loved to the death, but was stabbed by someone else's love inadvertently. Therefore, this is someone else's story, and I am just a bystander.

Years later, when I saw someone in this circle (let's call him Mr. L), and saw the rumors about him flying around, I felt a little funny in my heart.

Those black dots and pinch spots are true and false, and there are many outrageous ones, but the most amazing one I have seen is probably the one that pinches him to look ugly.

The whistleblower said convincingly that the reason why Mr. L is mysterious, there are no photos, no one has seen it, and the three-dimensional information is a mystery. The image in my heart.

Too bad, too frustrating?

I squatted on the ground and laughed for a full minute, but I couldn't wipe off the tears from my laughter.

If Mr. Y was still around, he must have covered his stomach and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist.

He has always been gentle and polite, and he also looks calm and shallow when he smiles, but it is rare for him to be so cheerful and carefree, without any image at all.

But when facing that person, the smile seems to be low and low, even if you just look at it quietly, there is always a faint smile on the corner of your mouth.

Well, let's get down to business.

That's right, to disappoint some people, the reckless Mr. L is not only cool and handsome on the Internet, but also definitely not a loser in life.

Not only is it not bad, but it may be as good as you expected; not only is it long, but it also has a very handsome nose and thin lips.

It can be seen that there is really no need for people to be crazy about inferiority in the dark corners, and then pretend to be serious on the Internet, enjoying the pursuit of fans, looking for a sense of existence and a sense of accomplishment.

He has always lived a bright and flamboyant life, and has always been the focus of everyone's attention. Now he is like this, I am afraid it is the result of restraining himself.

And the protagonists of the story I told today are Mr. L and Mr. Y mentioned above.

The beginning of the story is beautiful and breezy. The two little boys they knew each other when they were in their mother's womb.

The two went from kindergarten, the same class to elementary school, and then entered junior high school, high school, and the way to and from school together. They have walked together through ups and downs for more than ten years.

The height has grown year by year, and the schoolbags have become heavier day by day. The two little boys have lost their childishness step by step, and gradually matured.

Mr. Y is quiet, and can often pass a weekend with a book; Mr. L is free, doing whatever comes to mind.

For this reason, I was once very curious, such two people, would they really not disagree?

I later learned that it was not without differences, but that I would rather compromise than part ways.

In this world, there is always someone who can accommodate you willingly, who is free at any time, who loves all tastes, and what you like is my interest.

Therefore, Mr. Y, who was holding the book and saw the most critical place, could immediately put down the book just for him to make a phone call.

Relatively introverted and quiet, he practiced day and night, and he didn't really want to be the vice-captain of the basketball team, but because the vice-captain would always stand by the captain's side.

The first time I noticed something was wrong, it was one day in the second year of Y Jun’s high school. He was soaked in the rain, and he could hardly find a dry place. He seemed to have fallen on the way back. The mud stains on his body, the original color of the white shirt can hardly be seen, and the arms are still faintly bloodshot.

His face was as pale as paper, and when he went upstairs, his calf was knocked by the sharp corner of the coffee table. I wanted to help him, but he pushed him away. There was still a strange smile on the boy's face, but his eyes were cold It's cool, there's no temperature at all.

Later, I heard that Mr. Y made a small report to the class teacher, breaking the news that Mr. L had a puppy love with a certain female classmate in the same class, and then he was beaten with a stick of course. The class teacher talked to Lin's parents. The rumors were uproarious, and it was passed around as a joke, and the person involved lost all face.

So Mr. Y and Mr. L fell out completely, and the brothers turned against each other.

After that, things were silent for a while, Mr. Y was still the same, reading, studying, two-point-one-line high school senior life, conscientiously being the most well-behaved student in the eyes of teachers and parents.It's just that, with one less person around him, he becomes more deserted and lonely, and he is the only one left on the way to and from school.

Everyone persuaded him that there must be some misunderstanding here, friends who have been friends for so many years, there is something that cannot be shared, don't you feel it is a pity to just give up like this?

He didn't answer, but after a while he stood up suddenly, pushed the door and went out, I only heard a murmured sigh: "Yes, don't you think it's a pity to give up?"

I think he probably reconciled.

This trip took quite a while, and he didn't come back until dinner time, and the phone was turned off.

The parents finally became a little anxious, searched everywhere but could not find any trace, and almost went to report the crime.

It was almost ten o'clock when he finally came back.

His clothes were torn, his whole body was in a mess, his forehead was cut, the blood flowed out and clotted, and his eye sockets were also red.

The well-behaved model student's own son suddenly became like this. Father Ye, who is so calm, was so frightened that his legs softened. He asked him kindly, but the response he got was always silent.

Later, it was said that the two people who had misunderstood a lot were finally reconciled.

Later, I heard that a teacher bumped into two people who were inseparable and were kissing.

Then, things got out of hand, Mr. L left the country under the arrangement of his family.

Then, Mr. Y who was left behind was still living the life of a model student who read books and studied, but his physical and mental condition has not been very good.

Finally, a few days before the new year, the boy jumped from the balcony on the sixth floor. At that time, he had just obtained the admission qualification of a famous school.

Many years ago, I drank a glass of wine brewed by you. So far, I have finally been drunk for a long time.

This is the end of my story. If you still remember a certain writer who wrote "Long Drunk" many years ago, thank you for remembering him. Mr. Y is Lu Feiyuan.

As for the other one, a certain god who is very popular in the circle nowadays, I just want to say one thing: The whole world can forget him, but you can't, only you can't.