[Bottle Evil] Fantastic Leman

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This kind of atmosphere does not require any disturbance, only quietness is the best choice.

---------Zhang Qi Ling

The crowd at the London airport was bustling with each other, and the noise was intertwined with the somewhat ethereal female voice from the staff through the microphone, but neither side could hear it clearly.

As November approaches, the weather is even colder, and the fog condensed in the air is also damp and cold, which really deserves the title of the Fog Capital.I flipped through the magazines in my hand, all of which were dispensable information, just to pass the time for people waiting for the flight.Waves of people around flocked to the check-in office with the sound of the flight schedule turning.I looked down at the watch on my wrist, and my only patience was almost exhausted.

As soon as I got off the plane, I received a text message from Hei Xiazi, asking me to wait for Wu Xie who came to pick me up.

Actually, I don’t need someone else to pick me up, I don’t have much luggage, and I can go back by myself if the blind man doesn’t come, but I don’t want him to ask Wu Xie to pick him up on his own.

I picked up the luggage at hand and didn't intend to wait any longer.

"Brother! Wait!"

The injured movement paused for a moment, Wu Xie supported his knees with both hands, bowed his waist, and stood next to me panting slightly, as if he had run over.

"I'm sorry...brother...huh, I didn't estimate the time...and the route..."

"It's okay." It's understandable that I can't accurately estimate the time when I'm new here.

Wu Xie smiled at me, his eyes froze when he touched the only luggage bag in my hand, he lowered his head and said something softly, then stretched out his hand and pulled the luggage bag sadly, "I didn't expect my little brother There is so little luggage... this, let me get it." He turned around and left without giving me any time to respond, and I had to walk behind him empty-handed.

Maybe it's because of the colder weather, Wu Xie didn't wear the knee-length beige windbreaker, a khaki jacket in the ear room, the high collar looks very warm, but he still buries his face in the collar from time to time and laughs It still looks cold.

"Brother, how is the bar?"

As soon as he got into the taxi on the fence, Wu Xie looked at me with the corners of his lips curled up, as if he didn't mind whether I would answer his question or not.

"It's beautiful." Actually, I don't know how to describe that art capital in words.Relying on the expression of words for a long time, even if the thoughts in the heart are completely expanded, they will only be blocked by the lips in the end and no sound will be made.

Wu Xie was not satisfied with my answer, she curled her lips and lowered her head to play the game on the mobile phone. I turned my head to look at him, the lighter hair color was hit on both sides of my cheeks, trembling up and down with the occasional on-demand car.

"By the way, little brother," the cheerful music of the mobile game suddenly stopped, Wu Xie turned to look at me, touched his nose and said softly, "Can you come to Blue Margarita the day after tomorrow?"

Wu Xie's movements were a little unnatural, probably because he was afraid that I would refuse, and his tone seemed cautious. That look made it hard to refuse, and it happened that he just handed in the manuscript and he wouldn't be very busy recently, so he agreed after thinking about it. "Um."

Youyang's classic saxophone song "Going Home" rang in the car, with a deep and warm tone.go home...?If that's home.

There is only one person's home.

Wu Xie was still playing with his mobile phone with his head down, plugged in the earphone and handed me the other one.He seemed to love to laugh, and the curve of his lips never faded away. "Brother, let's listen together?" Wu Xie's hands were very clean, the nails were rounded, the joints were not clear but slender and beautiful, holding the black earphones, it made those hands even fairer.

I took the earphones, the sound of the saxophone was isolated, and Michael Bublé's "You'll Never Find Another Love" occupied the hearing.

The melody is sweet and bitter like Californian, but unexpectedly it is not repulsive, but there is a desire to fall into it.

The volume is not too loud, and it reverberates very well in the second level. Accompanied by the slight bumps of the taxi, it makes people drowsy.Close your eyes halfway, savoring the long and soothing rhythm of the chorus when the boys and girls are mixed together, but the volume suddenly drops, and then the earphones are gently removed, and Wu Xie's low voice is heard clearly , "Uncle... the voice is too loud... it will be noisy..."

My heart felt warm for no reason, Wu Xie's voice touched me inexplicably.He is really a very careful person and a person who can bring warmth to others.

The sax's voice faded away, leaving only the sound of light breathing filling the empty air.

I could feel Wu Xie's gaze on me, but I didn't want to waste his kindness by opening my eyes.It's been a long time since anyone cared about me like this, and some of them didn't know how to react.What everyone sees is my self-reliance and success. No one thinks that I can't do it, and no one thinks that I will have complicated ideas.

I understand why Wu Xie handed me the earphones. His feelings are very delicate, so delicate that people want to rely on him. I feel that with his understanding, everything will become easier.

Maybe, I really need a listener.

The Eleventh.

---------Wu Xie

October 31st, the last day of October.

Perhaps because it is Halloween (Halloween's Eve), today's London is no longer shrouded in haze, and the sun, which has not been seen for a long time, is also rarely seen.

Cut off the cute "Jack Lantern" that can be seen everywhere. Some houses have weird stickers of witches, black cats, ghosts, etc. on the windows, and there are even grinning "Jack Lanterns" hanging on the top of the beam at the gate. of.I didn't know if I'd run into pretty blond kids knocking on the door that night and saying "Trick-or-treat," but I decided to buy some candy and go home.

Hallowmas (Halloween) can also be regarded as a traditional western festival. I vaguely remember that Halloween is actually a festival that praises autumn, but as for why its synonym is ghosts instead of autumn, it is probably because of the serious theism in medieval Europe.

With a large bag of colorful candies bought from the candy store in my hand, and a very miniature "Jack Lantern" that was said to be presented in response to the holiday theme, I picked a shortcut on the path paved with red bricks rush home.

As you can imagine, Blue Margarita tonight will be very lively.

There are not many people on the winding path, and occasionally a woman walking with a pet dog passes by. The strong smell of perfume hits the face, which makes people uncomfortable, but there is also an inexplicable comfort.

Sure enough, when the weather is good, people's mood will also improve.

The bare hands outside the cuffs were a little stiff, and the fingertips were red with cold.I rubbed my hands a few times to make my joints less stiff, and then I took out the key and turned the door.

Even with the sun shining, Britain, a seaside country close to the Arctic Circle, is unlikely to feel warm in November.

Suddenly began to eagerly look forward to the arrival of summer.

Putting the "Jack Lamp" in his hand on the coffee table casually, he sank into the sofa and closed his eyes.

It's still cold.

Don't expect any community heating here either, looks like it's going to have to rely on a fireplace in the living room to get through the winter.

The ZEPO in the swinging hand made a small cluster of flames, and the warm red swaying in the air made people feel very comfortable.Moved away the fencing of the fireplace, while rejoicing that there were still a few pieces of wood in his heart, he placed ZEPO in front of a small piece of wood, and then withdrew his hand only after a big fire burst out.Suddenly there is an illusion of traveling to the Middle Ages.

After roasting by the fireplace for a while, I turned around and took off my coat and hooked it on the wardrobe, and went back to the tea table to fiddle with the "Jack Lantern" that comes with buying sugar.

On the oblate ball made of plastic, there is a naive smiling face printed on it, it is a very delicate little ornament, even a big man like me can't put it down, so I put it on the piano to match the baroque pattern carving Together, it looks very happy.

I looked at my masterpiece with my chin propped up, and peeled off a lemon-flavored fruit candy from a large bag of candies and threw it into my mouth.Immediately, the sweet and sour taste stimulated the taste buds, and I couldn't help but smack my lips. I licked the round surface with the tip of my tongue, and my facial features were immediately distorted by the acid.

He quickly took the glass on the side, swallowed the sugar abruptly by drinking medicine, and finally liberated the paralyzed sense of taste.Look at the golden tin foil candy paper with the round "LEMON" (lemon) printed on it in your hand, crumpled it up decisively and threw it into the wastebasket.

Never eat lemon flavored candies again...

The flames burned the wood and crackled, and when I was curled up on the sofa and almost fell asleep, the mobile phone in my pocket rang out, driving away the sleepy bugs entrenched in my brain.I picked up the phone with dim eyes, and picked up the few hairs that were squashed by the sofa while yawning and answering the phone.

"Ha...what's the matter with Fatty?"

The other end of the phone was very noisy, and Caroline's familiar singing sounded into the eardrums, and it was certain that the fat man was in Blue Margarita. "Comrade Xiao Wu, the organization is calling for you to return to the embrace of the party. Comeon, baby!" The fat man whispered in a rough voice, which made the goosebumps on my body stand at attention one by one.I shook my body, and glanced at the chiming pendulum clock on the wall—it was only four o'clock in the afternoon.

If I had gone earlier, I would have said it straight, the last sentence that beat around the bush is the main topic...

"Okay, okay, what party