[Bottle Evil] Fantastic Leman

грусть-печальмоя

call me when i'm sad

Позовименя

call me

Позовименя-яназакатедня-а

call me at sunset

Позовименя,грусть-печальмоя

call me when i'm sad

Позовименя

call me

Знаюсбудетсянашесвидание

i know we will meet again

Затянулосьстобойрасставание

We've been apart for too long

Синиймесяцзагородомпрячется

The blue crescent hides behind the city

Нетоскуетсямнеинеплачется

I can't mourn, I can't cry

Колокольчикли,дальнее эхоли

Is it a church bell or a distant echo?

Толькомимостобоймыпроехали

you and i pass by

Напылиликругом,накопытили

bring up the dust

Дажетолкомдорогиневидели

I can't even see the road

Позовименя-яназакатедня-а

call me at sunset

Позовименя,грусть-печальмоя

call me when i'm sad

Позовименя

call me

Позовименя-яназакатедня-а

call me at sunset

Позовименя,грусть-печальмоя

call me when i'm sad

Позовименя

call me

Позовименятихопоимени

softly call my name

Ключевойводойнапоименя

Bring me sweet spring water

Знаюсбудетсянашесвидание

I know we will meet again

Явернусь,ясдержуобещание

I will come back, that is my promise.

……

There are many awkward pronunciations that I can't remember clearly, only the melody flows out of my throat uncontrollably.

I don’t remember how many people died in the Great Patriotic War of the Soviet Union. I only know the look and sad tone of the history teacher when he told this experience.Although it is a peaceful era, I believe that everyone in St. Petersburg will never forget the red color at that time.

When I was learning this song, I didn't understand the meaning of the lyrics. It wasn't until I accidentally remembered it in college that I got up and looked up the translation of the lyrics.I never thought that the songs that I learned as entertainment at that time would bear such a heavy story.

Aning clapped her hands and said to me in an exaggerated tone: "Wu Xie, you are really amazing!"

"What you said is too exaggerated." I smiled, "Many lyrics are hummed in the past, where is it so good?"

"But it sounds nice. Is this in Russian?"

"Yes."

"So, it's great to be able to learn this. Wu Xie, a man with perseverance is very attractive."

I stood up, put my fingertips into my pocket to touch the tip of the key, and looked at Ah Ning helplessly. "Then I'm really not attractive."

Ah Ning was about to open her mouth to say something, but the blind man suddenly called her and interrupted her.I picked up the phone with a sigh of relief.If I let Ah Ning continue to talk, I really don't know what to answer, maybe I will ask her if she likes me on impulse!

"Black blind man? What's the matter?"

"Tianzhen is very enthusiastic today, why, isn't Aning here?"

"Don't joke with me." I lowered my tone, glanced at Aning who was looking at me with interest, and couldn't help frowning, "Tell me quickly if you have anything to say!"

"Okay, okay... Zhang Qiling will be back next week, please pick up the plane when the time comes~"

I already knew that nothing good would happen to a blind man looking for me!I gritted my teeth and said angrily, "Why me..."

"Because~ I want to accompany my Hua'er to the opera~"

Is this bullying me to be single?

"it is good……"

The Tenth.

---------Wu Xie

It never occurred to me that London would be stuck in traffic like Hangzhou!

After getting out of the taxi and checking the phone, I realized that more than an hour had passed since the time the blind man said. I was a little flustered, maybe Poker Bottle had already left.

I don't like others waiting for me, let alone this time it's Poker Ping who doesn't seem to wait for others at all, which makes me even more flustered.Regardless of whether the stuffy oil bottle would have left by itself, I ran into the waiting hall, calmed down the moment I saw a figure, let out a long breath, calmed down a few times and walked over.

The dark blue hooded jacket made that guy a bit less aura that no strangers should enter.

"I'm sorry... little brother... huh, I didn't estimate the time... and the route..." I was running in a hurry just now, which caused me to speak out of breath.I expected to arrive at the airport at least 10 minutes earlier, but I didn't expect the plan to change, and it happened to catch up with the traffic jam.

Poker bottle seemed to be about to leave, and those eyes looked at me with joy or anger, or more of indifference without sadness or joy. "It doesn't matter."

After being forgiven, I breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to reach out to pick up Poker Bottle's injured luggage, only to find that there was only one luggage bag in his hand.

This doesn't need anyone to pick it up at all...

An'an lowered her head and complained to the black blind man, and pulled the luggage bag that was injured by the oil bottle. It was very light and not heavy. "I didn't expect my little brother to have so little luggage...I'll take this." After all, I'm here to pick up someone, and I'd be sorry if my hands were empty. luggage went outside to hail a taxi.

At the end of October, the cold temperature in the air became more obvious. I was a little stiff from the cold. I didn’t regain some consciousness until I got into Wenduan’s car. Looking at the stuffy oil bottle sitting on the side and looking out the window silently, I couldn’t bear it. He said, "Brother, how is Paris?"

"It's beautiful."

As always, the succinct words did not satisfy my curiosity at all.I, a person who has never been to Paris, can name a classic scenic spot. As a great writer, can this stuffy oil bottle not be able to describe it?Depressedly, he took out his mobile phone to play the game. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the small grimace pumpkin pendant hanging on the back of the seat by the driver, and suddenly remembered why the street was so lively.

Tomorrow is Halloween.

I remember the last time Fatty seemed to say that my little brother's birthday is the first day of November, November 31st...tomorrow is October [-]st, so the day after tomorrow...is this stuffy oil bottle's birthday?

Pausing the injured game, I turned my head to look at Poker Bottle, feeling a little embarrassed suddenly.I don't know if my invitation will be accepted. If it is not accepted, it will be really embarrassing and thrown home. "By the way, brother, can you come to Blue Margarita the day after tomorrow?" I prepared, but I didn't expect to get an affirmative answer instead of what I imagined.

"Ah."

I was a little surprised, but more happy.Judging by the reaction of the stuffy oil bottle, he should have forgotten his birthday, or it has been too long, so he has forgotten it... Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that the melody of the saxophone "Going Home" filled the air very harshly , then took out his earphones, handed Poker Bottle one, and used the rhythm of "You'll Never Find Love" to resist the warm injury of "Going Home".

I used to be ridiculed by my friends for being like a woman. When I saw those people begging along the street, even if they knew they were liars, they would take out their own money.Those people who put down their self-esteem to be beggars may be very shameful and humble in the eyes of others, but in my opinion, it is a kind of painful and regrettable self-abandonment.Maybe because of this personality, I want to make this guy who I share the music with happy, not always carry everything on my own.If I didn't know these things, I wouldn't meddle in them, but if I did, I'd keep them to the end.

It's silly and ridiculously obsessive.

The music was still ringing in my ears, I turned my head and looked carefully at the person beside me with closed eyes.He seemed to be asleep, his chest rising and falling evenly and slowly.I turned off the music, gently unplugged the earphone plugged into the right ear of Poker Bottle, lightly patted the driver on the shoulder, and expressed in not-so-fluent English, "Uncle...too loud...it will be noisy ..."

The sound of the car's stereo gradually decreased until it was completely silent, and it fell silent for a while.I glanced at the Poker Bottle and smiled slightly.

This silent guy is sometimes quite cute. He looks so quiet when he is asleep, so quiet that he can't bear to disturb him.The slightly long eyelashes rest on the eyelids, casting a small shadow through the light. His skin is pale and sickly, but it can't be seen that he is in poor health at ordinary times, maybe he has a slight anemia.

Suddenly, I really want to draw some graffiti on that white and creamy face with a portable marker. Of course, I just think about it. I am not a child in the rebellious period, so there is no need to play such boring pranks.

The scene outside the car window quickly reversed, I raised my face to look at the roof of the car, and closed my eyes.