[Bottle Evil] Fantastic Leman

A crack, the cold wind swept in instantly.

Children under school age chasing and playing on the street, the sound of laughter was carried by the wind, enough to relieve the depression in the heart.

Maybe there will be a period of time when I won't be able to see Wu Xie...

I turned around and went to the closet, packed my clothes and luggage one by one, and turned to look at the small alarm clock on the table.

Wu Xie will not allow me to go to Beijing with me, and Xinwen seems to need to find another place to find ideas.

Switzerland seems to be doing well.

I opened my laptop, opened the ticket booking webpage, my finger stayed on Wu Xie's name on the phone for a long time, and finally retracted it.

Domybest. (As best as I can.)

I soon received an email from Heixiazi in my mailbox. I looked at the Chinese font of Fangzheng, pursed my lips and clicked to delete.

"Mute, you really don't plan to go with the third master? That old woman is not a vegetarian, think it over."

Although worried, I choose to believe.

The. Fifty-seventh

---------Wu Xie

It was already noon after I settled Xiaohua in the hotel, and my mother didn't call to urge me to go home for the first time, and probably guessed what I was doing.

I parked the car downstairs, and when I went upstairs, I saw Poker Bottle standing at the door, holding his mobile phone as if he was about to make a call. When he saw me, he put the mobile phone away, "Auntie asked me to pick you up."

"Go?" I raised my eyebrows, walked to Poker Bottle in two steps, took out the key and turned the door lock, "Mom is too exaggerated, can I still lose it?"

"You haven't driven in too long."

"...That's not enough to pick it up!" I twitched the corners of my mouth, I really didn't know whether I should confess that I didn't get a driver's license when I was in college, and I drove with a few cronies and almost engraved the feel of the steering wheel in my heart , probably said that there is no good fruit to eat, and simply rotted this past in his stomach.

I dragged the bottle of oil into the door, took off my coat and hung it on the hanger, changed into my slippers and went straight to the kitchen, throwing the bottle of oil in the living room.

Anyway, this guy has a better relationship with his mother than me these two days, so he called "Qi Ling" and "Auntie" directly, so I don't have to worry about this stuffy oil bottle being bullied at my house.

The kitchen was filled with the tempting aroma of vegetables, I sneaked into the kitchen lightly, looked at my mother's profile covered in oily smoke, and stepped forward to give her a bear hug.

"It smells so good, Mom."

"You dog nose, you didn't make a sound when you came in, you scared me to death." My mother was so shocked that she touched her chest, gave me a look, turned around and asked me while frying the vegetables in the pot, "Xie's boy Are you ready, are you settled?"

I froze for a moment, then lowered my head, touched the tip of my nose, and gave a dry laugh, "Mom, you are so smart... I received Xiao Hua, and I arranged for her to stay at the hotel. She will be staying with delicious food and drink."

My mother smiled and shook her head, ignored my first words, and put the bamboo shoots that had been fried in the pan into a plate, "That's fine. It will definitely be hard these two days, remember to take care of yourself."

"Um...that... Mom..." I pursed my lips and helped to put the plate of good food aside, "I'm going to Beijing tomorrow, maybe... I'll be back in a while, you and Dad take care of it Body."

Mom paused, put down the spatula and turned around to look at me, stretched out her hand to straighten the folds of my shirt's neckline, lowered her eyes slightly, "Got it, don't worry. Have you talked to Qi Ling? Go together?"

Stuffy oil bottle...

I shook my head, "Not yet, he doesn't know yet, I'll ask him."

"Well, let's go." My mother patted the collar I had arranged with her hand, pushed me to the kitchen door with her backhand, opened the door and pushed me out, "Don't get in the way here, what should I do, I'll do it later Have a meal."

"I'm not in the way, it's really..." I looked at the closed kitchen door with my mouth curled up, and when I turned around, I saw Poker Bottle standing in front of the dining table and looking at me. He couldn't see anything in his calm eyes, but he had already Without the incomprehensible discomfort at the beginning, Xu is already used to it.

I raised the corners of my lips, stepped forward and patted Poker Ping's shoulder, raised an eyebrow, and said in a frivolous tone, "Come back to the room with me, I have something to talk about."

The layout of the bedroom is the same as when I came here, and my living habits are still tidy, so even after coming here for a few days, my mother has tidied it up and placed it neatly.

I closed the door, looked at the Poker bottle who sat on the chair in front of the desk very consciously, raised my eyebrows slightly and walked over to lean on the edge of the desk.

"Brother, I..."

"Wu Xie, I have something to do. I'm going to Switzerland this afternoon."

Before I could say anything, I was interrupted by Poker Ping, who looked at me with a pair of dark eyes, clearly there was no wave, but for some reason, I saw a trace of seriousness.

The stuffy oil bottle understands.

Just as I understand that he doesn't want to be helped too much by me, Poker-Face also understands that I don't want to involve him too deeply.

A very inexplicable emotion.

I pursed my lips and pulled away the smile, stretched out my hand and hugged Poker bottle tightly, "Thank you, I'll see you off."

"No need." Poker bottle seemed to be taken aback by my sudden movement, then gently hugged me back and pushed me away, "Be careful."

"Well, you too, great writers should bring back good works, don't go to Switzerland for nothing." I squinted my eyes, stood up straight, and turned my head to look out the window.

The bare branches looked very desolate, the sky was shrouded in a layer of haze, but it didn't feel depressing, and the closed windows blocked the cold wind, leaving only the warmth in the room.

"Remember to keep in touch, little brother."

"Ah."

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

After booking the plane ticket, I could smell the smell of food. I opened the door and saw that the kitchen door was tightly closed, and my uncle was sitting on the sofa and flipping through the newspaper.

I went to sit on the sofa opposite my uncle, and said, "Uncle."

"Huh? Oh Xiao Zhang, are you done with your work?" Uncle looked up at me, took off the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, closed the newspaper and smiled slightly, the arc of his smile was exactly the same as that of Wu Xie.

As expected of a father and son.

I nodded, my uncle put away his smile, leaned back on the back of the sofa, and took a deep breath, "Oh, Xiao Xie is headstrong, and he ran to England when he lost his temper. I didn’t find it, so I almost called the police, and it’s really thanks to you friends who helped take care of him, otherwise we wouldn’t worry about letting him stay outside for so long.”

"Uncle is serious. Wu Xie is a very strong person. I think he can take care of himself without us."

"Having said that, in the eyes of our parents, he is always a child..." Uncle shook his head and looked at me, "It's not sensible to say that, Xiao Zhang, where is your family?"

I lowered my head and was silent for a while, unable to find words for a while.

"I do not have……"

Uncle was stunned for a moment, and immediately stepped forward and patted my shoulder, "I'm sorry, my son, I talk too much, oh, look at my mouth." He sat down beside me, smiled and touched me "It's okay, Xiao Xie has a good relationship with you. I also like you a child. You have a quiet personality and don't cause trouble. You have a good literary talent. From now on, I will treat you and your aunt as your parents. If you have anything to do, you will be with us." Say. Speaking of which, I think you are my godson or my old man took advantage of it, haha."

Parents... are you...

I lowered my gaze, feeling guilty towards the smiling and kind old man in front of me.

If my uncle knew about my relationship with Wu Xie, would he still talk to me with a smile like this?

impossible.

I raised my head and smiled, "Thank you uncle."

"Hey kid, you're still so polite."

Can what you are doing now be regarded as compensation?

I pursed my lips and changed the subject, "By the way, Uncle, Wu Xie plays the piano very well, but I don't seem to have seen the piano since I came here. Have you put it away?"

"Oh, that thing, I bought it for his exam, and it's in the study." Uncle thought for a while, pointed in the direction of the study, and looked at me with a smile, "Why, want to play?"

"Ah."

"That's just right, I'll also come to hear about the level of great writers." Uncle stood up and walked to the study first.

I looked at the tall and straight back of the old man and stood up too.

Since Wu Xie came back, he spent much less time with his uncle than his aunt. Although his uncle didn't say anything, he could feel a little loneliness from his expression.

No parent wants to be close to their children.

Although Wu Xie understands this, no one can fully satisfy the needs of others, no matter how well they do it, flaws are inevitable.

In this case, then I will replace Wu Xie as his son who has not fully fulfilled his duties.

I sat in front of the keys, and the black and white colors were clear at a glance, simple but comfortable.

I am not particularly proficient in piano, but I use music to soothe my mood in my spare time.

Listen to it, or play it yourself.

Touching the keys of the piano with her fingers, she couldn't help but think of the second meeting with Wu Xie.

"alittle inspiration" in Blue Margarita...

What happened three months ago is now as vivid as if it happened yesterday, and the memory is always vague and fuzzy, so that it is only in a trance that I realize that more and more time has been lost between my fingers.

I closed my eyes, pressed the first note, and opened the prelude to a piece of music.

"River Flows In You" by Korean composer Yiruma (Lee Runmin), I accidentally heard it on YouTube and remembered it in my heart.

Your heart river, Riverflowsinyou.

Music has a soothing effect.

The song is not too long, but enough