lonely three people

Lying on the computer desk feeling dizzy, I suddenly heard the sound of the door lock turning in the repeated cycle of distressed songs.

With a shiver all over his body, he suddenly woke up and sat up, but his hand accidentally knocked over the ashtray on the table that was piled up into a hill of cigarette butts.

"What smell is this?" The person who came in covered his mouth, I thought it was Cheng Yang, but it turned out to be a monkey, and lay down on the table listlessly again.Cheng Yang and I used to forget to bring our keys to go out, so I once gave the monkey a key to my house.

I don't know how many days have passed since Christmas, I didn't count, but the light through the white curtains let me know that it's another morning.

"What the hell, you are at home!" The monkey approached me with slippers on, and pushed my back.

Home, of course I am at home, where else can I go.

"Clattering" the curtains were pulled open by monkeys, and the glaring light made me unable to keep my eyes open, even though the windows of my house were facing the sun so I couldn't see it.

"If you don't go to work for a week, the leader says you've asked for leave, and you can't get through the phone, what are you doing?" The monkey picked up the empty cigarette case on the table and hit me on the head. Would I believe such a thing... Get up and talk" was pushed twice by the monkey.

"It's okay, I'm just tired." Why do I become hoarse when I speak.

"It's okay! If I come a few days later, you will die at home. How many cigarettes have you smoked? A pile of cigarette cases, tsk tsk, smells all over the body, and there is a strange smell in the room. I have to look for it The smell of coming" The monkey threw the cigarette pack on the table and several empty biscuit bags into the trash.

"I told you the directions, you are really good. The rice in the rice cooker is rotten. This smell..." There was a clanging sound in the kitchen, and the sound of the faucet running. It was monkeys processing the rotten rice. It was still Christmas. Cheng Yang did it on the festival day.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" After being depressed for a few days, is this the so-called understanding, the so-called loving him and letting go of him gently, but why do I feel so distressed!Can it be said lightly but can it be done lightly?

The monkey took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw it to me, and I smoked the same brand of cigarettes with him. What?" The monkey touched my chin, maybe my beard is something new in the eyes of the monkey "No matter what is on your mind... wash your face, let's go out for a meal, you only eat biscuits these days .”

In the past, as long as I went to work, Cheng Yang would like to eat snacks instead of meals when he was at home. After he left, there were many snacks left at home that he hadn't had time to eliminate.

"You don't need me to pack the wash water and bring it to you."

I got up and left the seat, and found that my legs were numb. How long have I been sitting? I seem to have been sitting in front of the computer last night. The computer desktop is still a big photo of Cheng Yang, which has not been replaced in two years. Scalp short hair, squinting the original big eyes, pouted, very good-looking and cute, I don't know when it will start, as long as I see Cheng Yang's face, I will feel full of love and affection, and I can still praise him Cheng Yang's face once, kiss him again?

Staggered with the monkey, "This is...?" The monkey touched my side cheek, then froze for a moment, what did he find?I don't know what's wrong.

He hesitated to speak, and shook his lips that looked like Lei Gong's mouth, his eyes were a little worried and puzzled, "You... why are your ears bleeding, what's wrong with this, direction!"

Indeed, there was a little bit of blood on the monkey's fingertips, and he casually wiped his hand on his ear, "It's okay, it won't bleed in a while." I don't know what happened in the ear, but it's just that there will be a sudden bleed these two days. Bleeding came, but not much, and it dried up after a few bleeds.

"I've seen nosebleeds, but my ears bleed..." Taking out a few tissues, the monkey pushed me back on the seat, wiped my cheeks briefly, and checked my ears, of course he couldn't possibly See why.

I can see the worry on the monkey's face, but now I really don't care about the ear problem. There are people and things that distract me more than this.

I almost became deaf in one ear. The doctor said that the cause was just eczema, because I had been festering for too long and almost perforated the eardrum.

After using the monkey medical insurance, I took the medicine prescribed in the hospital with a small plastic bag, and was dragged to the buffet by the monkey.

Monkey’s generosity and his reasons for not asking moved me. It turns out that friends are like this. They don’t say or ask anything, but just accompany them silently. When you are unhappy, they drag you to eat and drink, and drag you to two A man's ktv.

Why are the ktv playlists full of love songs, why do I feel chest tightness when I sing, and why I can’t read the real lyrics when I sing, and I just think about one person in my mind, like a fire, burning my heart, It hurts every time my heart beats.

There are beer cans all over the floor, and the monkey is sitting on the ground hugging the chair and sleeping. In fact, he is not strong enough to drink. Two men are crowded in a small mini private room. Maybe people who sing hoarsely will get lost. I am not happy. But he was drunk, did that song make him sad, or was he drunk because of me, he was accompanying me with a muddled drunk.

The monkey slept on my lap in the taxi, carried the monkey upstairs and he slept on my back, threw him on the bed and he slept on Cheng Yang’s and me’s bed, all these are very “basic” but he is not Cheng Yang , No one can replace Cheng Yang, and no one can replace Monkey.

"Snoring, snorting" and "tick ticking" the sound of the quartz clock mixed with the sound of snoring, sitting in front of the computer holding a photo frame with Cheng Yang, quietly waiting for the next morning, facing the face of wanting to see each other but not seeing each other, falling in love but only seeing each other Who can do anything about the result of recitation.