[Bottle Evil] Fantastic Leman

His long and narrow eyes are full of oriental traits. In the entertainment industry, this beauty alone is enough for him to be popular for several years.

It's a pity that people are in the literary world.

I licked the ketchup on the french fries, and finally couldn't stand the pantomime-like atmosphere, and I opened my mouth, "Brother, how did you and the blind man know each other?"

Heixiazi is considered a person on the road, otherwise he would not have had contact with Xiaohua, but Poker Ping is clean from identity to background, and I am puzzled to know someone like Heixiazi who licks blood on the knife edge.

Poker-Face has been staring at the snowflakes flying outside the window, and turned back to look at me when he heard my question, and said in a low voice, "It's very complicated." This unbelievable answer abruptly blocked all my next questions.

I glanced at Poker Bottle, who continued to focus on the snow scene outside the window, and stopped talking. In the empty store for a while, only the slight snoring of the waiter changed the density and vibration of the air.

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

After coming out of the bar, it was snowing outside, and large flakes of snowflakes occupied the sight, and they fell on all the places where one could set foot, laying down a layer of snow mats.

Wu Xie didn't seem to like the extremely cold weather very much. He kept pulling up his collar while walking on the road, the tip of his nose was red from the cold, and finally found a McDonald's and pulled me in.

There was no one but a clerk who ordered, and the lights were dimmed.Wu Xie ordered two fast food and turned to ask me if I wanted it.Although I often have to add supper because of work, I usually don't like to add more meals, so I refused.

There is a tendency for the snow to fall more and more.I looked out the window and thought of Xie Yuchen and Wu Xie whose eyes were red at the end of the touching song in the bar.

I understand the reason for their grief, but I can't understand it.

Forget it, how can a person who has been growing up here and never had any relatives around him understand the feeling of longing?I have written countless stories, created the fates of countless characters, and given them countless emotions, but in the end, what I created are just shells, because all the emotions I gave them are false.Love, family affection, friendship, never experienced, how real?

Sometimes I laugh at myself, it's not like a normal human being.

I can feel Wu Xie's gaze, but I don't want to look at him.I can see everything in him that I don't have, it's scary, so I don't want to look at my own emptiness.

"Brother, how did you meet Hei Xiazi?"

The moment Wu Xie asked the question, I could clearly see the wry smile on my lips from the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.I looked at him, and the rich emotions in those eyes were beyond my reach.I shook my head, that fire, that accident, the things that changed that day, all the scenes that made me want to forget, all came back to my memory again. "Complicated." is the only answer I can give.

It's not that I want to escape, I just don't want to share.

Wu Xie's dissatisfaction with my answer was written all over her face.As long as I don't say what others think of me, I can pretend not to know, but this time Wu Xie's dissatisfaction with me made me very uncomfortable, a little wronged and helpless.

Don't want to share painful things.

I glanced at the empty dinner plate in front of Wu Xie, stood up and looked at the thick layer of snow outside the window, and pulled up the zipper of my coat, "Let's go."

TheFifth.

---------Wu Xie

The morning air was crisp and there was a thick layer of snow on the ground, and if it had been a little warmer I thought I'd be more than happy to go for a walk.

Although it was close to three o'clock in the morning when I fell asleep the night before, the good habit of staying in bed since childhood allowed me to drag my jet-lagged body and stand in the kitchen at nine o'clock in the morning. I ordered a poached egg and a piece of toast exuding a rich milky aroma, and was sitting at the dining table yawning and eating a breakfast combining Chinese and Western.

Sure enough, it would be very troublesome if the time difference is not reversed quickly.

Swallowing the last bite of toast, he took out his phone and hesitated for a while, guessing that Xiao Hua must still be carrying it under the warm blanket, so he dismissed the idea.I don't want to be scolded bloody by the little flower who didn't wake up. This guy has low blood pressure since he was a child, and the ferocity of his anger is also scary. I don't want to be the first person in history to disturb Hua'er The sleep of the humanely destroyed.

I stood in front of the window, looking at the vast expanse of whiteness, and decided to go out for a walk.

After all, being a hermit crab is not good.

Judging from the degree of snow on the road, the snow fell for a long time last night. Sometimes when passing under the trees, some snow on the tree trunks would fall and fall into the collar. It didn't feel very good.I wandered aimlessly in the street, and occasionally some friendly foreigners would nod and smile at me and say good morning, and I despised the so-called Chinese in the state of etiquette in my heart.

It suddenly occurred to me that I have never been to some famous attractions in London. I have always wanted to see the legendary former residence of Sherlock Holmes. It would be nice to listen to opera if I have time.

It's better than staying at home all day except for going to work every night.

I searched the names of some scenic spots stored in my mind. My geography and history have always been barely passable. I don’t know anything about liberal arts. Only the end of high school education.

There was a western-looking man selling candied haws on the street. I was amused and bought a bunch. I guessed that Poker Bottle would be up by this time, so I took the candied haws and prepared to exchange feelings with my landlord.

In fact, since the first time we met, I would never want to get along with such a person. His personality, aura, and appearance are just a beautiful refrigerator—good-looking, noble, and full of cooling power.It’s just that the few brief contacts yesterday made me suddenly want to know this person, maybe it’s not curiosity, I can feel that Poker Ping is a person with a story, and I want to know his story.

I stood in front of the door of Poker Bottle, kicked the snow on the ground, went forward and rang the doorbell. Unexpectedly, the door opened soon.

He seemed a little surprised at my arrival, and made coffee after ushering me in.

Boyouping should be ready to go out. The black shirt with silver trim, jeans of the same color, and the black windbreaker on the back of the sofa make me suspect that he is going to dig coal. If this outfit falls into the In the coal pile, it is estimated that they can't tell the difference.

Laughing at my own thoughts, I pursed my lips, took another look at the Poker Bottle, and couldn't help sighing. Sure enough, people look good in anything.

The black shirt with the outline of the silver border looks sexy, and Poyou Ping unbuttoned the three buttons on the neckline. The collarbone is so beautiful that it is ridiculous. If there is a woman at this moment, I am sure she will have a crush on her, saying Maybe a wolf transformation will directly pounce on it.

Tsk tsk tsk, standard tall, rich and handsome.

The coffee is freshly ground, it should be with a little sugar and milk, the taste is very delicate.Suddenly thinking of the candied haws I bought earlier, I took out one and handed it to Poker Bottle, holding back a smile, "Just now I saw a foreigner selling this stuff on the side of the road, try it and see if the taste is similar to Chinese ones Compare."

Poker-face took the candied haws and looked at them for a long time before taking the first bite.During this process, I kept holding back my laughter. No matter what it is, it is a local specialty, such as Changsha-flavored shrimp, Hangzhou Xiaolongbao, and Lanzhou beef noodles, so I know that there will never be many candied haws that are all transnational. Delicious, give Poker Bottle, just want to see how he reacts.

I looked at Poker Bottle with interest, he didn't even frown, he just unceremoniously threw the candied haws into the wastebasket, picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip before looking at me.

There is no emotion in the eyes.

I avoided Poker Bottle's sight, lowered my head and wrung my fingers.

"Wu Xie," Poker Bottle called me in a low voice, picked up my empty coffee cup, which was already filled with brown liquid when I came back, "I'm going to Paris."

I nodded, and unconsciously touched the exquisite patterns on the coffee cup with my fingers, "Well, you can leave it to me, no problem."

Poker-Face did not answer my words, but took out his mobile phone and pushed it in front of me, "Your phone number."

I was stunned for a moment, and then I remembered that after knowing each other for so many days, I didn't even know the phone number of Poker-Face.I entered my phone number and looked at my fingers, and finally decided to ask: "Brother, did something happen to you before?"

I don't know why I'm asking this, it's just a gut feeling.Porky Bottle feels like a puppet to me, a puppet that guards my heart, so that others can't get in, and I can't get out.

"Why don't you say it? It's better to tell others than to bear it alone." Seeing that Poker Bottle didn't answer, I took it as his acquiescence, and continued to speak his own words, "Brother, since the matter is over, why don't you let it go completely?" become a thing of the past? Maybe that matter has nothing to do with you. "

The sound of a clock hanging on the wall turning turned filled the void of silence.I picked up the coffee and drank it in one gulp, put on my overcoat and walked towards the entrance, but the Poker Bottle didn't make a sound.

I pursed my lips, put my hands on the door frame, and looked back at Poker Ping, "I'm sorry, brother, what I said just now... just pretend I didn't say anything. I'm leaving."

Nothing is hard to get through, but you have blocked your own time.

This is what my dad told me.

At that time, it was the third day after my grandfather passed away, and the third day I did not eat or drink.It was my father's words that saved me.

I really want to tell Poker Bottle this sentence,