[Bottle Evil] Fantastic Leman

I took that bottle as a friend, but maybe he didn’t take me as a friend at all, I guess I was just a small tenant to him, and after getting along with him a few times, I realized that it’s simply impossible to be a friend of Boyou Ping It's harder than climbing to the sky.

The electronic watch in his hand showed 21:34, and it should be 22:34 on the poker bottle.

Maybe the guy is already asleep.

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

In the morning, I received a text message from Wu Xie.

It was just a few simple greetings and inquiries about the preparation method of violet's nourishment, and at the end he called "When will you come back?" Maybe he was tired of helping others with housework all day long.

It has been a whole week since I traveled from London to Paris. Under the influence of the strong artistic atmosphere in France, the article at hand has been unexpectedly smooth, and the time for the return trip has also been put on the agenda.

I was surprised to receive Wu Xie's text message.

Thinking of the blind man called Wu Xie innocent, it really fits.My understanding of Wu Xie is only fixed in what he said to me about Chinese businessmen, those words that make me feel that I can't see through Wu Xie.It is precisely because it is too simple that people can't see through it more and more. It is like giving you a blank sheet of paper and asking you to tell what is expressed. The simpler it is, the harder it is to get the answer.

If I were to evaluate Wu Xie, I probably wouldn't be able to find the words to describe him.She was so well protected by her family that she was naive, but her thoughts were terrifyingly delicate.

The sound of car horns outside the window interrupted my thoughts. I retracted the hands behind my head, stood up from the sofa, picked up the mobile phone on the table and sent the blind man the time to book the flight.Occasionally, a snow-white dove of peace would pass by the window, flapping its wings and flying away.I remember reading an article about why doves are used to symbolize peace.During World War II, Paris was captured by Hitler and fascists. Picasso painted "Peace Dove" in memory of a child who was killed by fascists. In 1949, he dedicated it to the Paris World Peace Conference.

Everything has a cause and a consequence. An ordinary pigeon has become a messenger of peace because of the death of a child. It is a bit of a causal relationship to use a human life to give a bird a good name. funny.

But humanity itself, isn't it a comical causality?Because of the combination of desires, a human life will be born, and I don't know whether this birth is a blessing or a curse.

The mobile phone in hand vibrated.It was a call from a blind man.He didn't seem to mind at all that it was an international call.

"Mute, are you ready to come back now?"

"Ah."

The black blind man seemed to smile, and changed to a quiet environment before speaking again, "I said, what are you doing back so early, you are naive, but you are having a hot fight with Ning Meimei, you are not in the way when you come back."

I squeezed the space between my eyebrows, what does their business have to do with me going back?

The blind man didn't wait for my answer, so he continued on his own, "Wu Xie helps you grow flowers and feed fish, and Aning uses the excuse to help, won't you end their good time when you come back?"

It doesn't have to be at my house.I don't understand what Heixiazi said to me. Now that the itinerary has been set, I don't want to change it. I don't pay attention to Heixiazi's inexplicable words, and once again emphasized my purpose, "Book a ticket."

"Hey, dumb, you're still as decisive as ever. Okay, I'll let you know when it's done."

After getting the desired answer, there is no need to listen to the nonsense of the black blind man. After hanging up the phone and leaning on the back of the chair for a short rest, I will focus on the article that is nearing the end and continue my unfinished story.

The Ninth.

---------Wu Xie

I was obsessed with Russian songs for a while when I was a student, and I can’t remember why I was fascinated by them, but I still remember Lube’s "Позовименятих" at that time. This song of less than 4 minutes cost me more than two Yue went to practice the mouth-twisting pronunciation, so that now it feels like tongue-rolling.This experience is very profound because in my memory, after all, it was the most fulfilling thing I did when I was young, so when I found Lube's album in the bookcase of Duyouping, I was stunned for a while.

I have a very old vinyl record in my hand, and I feel nostalgic looking at it. What impressed me most about Lube was the lead singer Nikolai’s thick baritone like Vodka, and the band’s music from pop rock to folk rock. Metamorphosis.

I don't know if this vinyl record, which seems to be quite old, can still make a pleasant sound.

I put the album back in place, and the phone beeped in my pocket, "NING" was displayed on the screen.I pressed the on-hook button, got up and went downstairs to open the door for Aning.

Since we went shopping with her last time, we have more and more contacts, and Aning didn't express anything, and got along with me in an ambiguous way, probably because I was a bully and wouldn't do anything out of the ordinary. He even asked me to do free manpower for that boring bottle with me. I'm really not afraid that I, who is alone and widowed, can do something!

Of course, I didn't have the guts to do it. It just so happened that there were many helpers who had no reason to refuse. After considering the pros and cons, I agreed.But after those two days, I regretted it. Xiaohua and Heixiazi, two guys who were afraid of chaos in the world, insisted that there was something wrong with me and Aning, and gave us "opportunities" at every turn. I would not refuse to be called, I made such a fuss that I didn't even have the desire to explain. Don't do bad things, not afraid of ghost sknocking at the door! (Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door)

When I opened the door, Aning stood in front of me, still dressed in cool clothes, holding a fragrant bacon sandwich in his hand, and shook at me, "Hey! Super.Wu, have you had breakfast yet?"

I waved my hand to let her fill her stomach, and then took the watering can beside me to give the morning nectar to the mandala in the garden that was covered by mist and still swaying in the cold wind-in fact, I prefer to call them Foreign names such as camellia and mandala can only be spoken by foreigners.

The bright red petals are covered with round drops of water, which is very cute.I wondered for a while that a cold-tempered person like my brother would not like this kind of colorful plants. It is strange enough that he can raise these things.

I turned my head and glanced at Aning, who was coming over shaking a sandwich. The latter also smiled at me, and pointed to the edge of the yellowed petals of the camellia, "Does this flower need to be fertilized?"

I looked in the direction of her finger, sure enough.A circle of sluggish yellow appeared on the edge of the delicate red, and it looked like it had lost its energy. If it didn't add some nourishment, it would probably die, right?

There are a lot of preparations in bottles and cans on the wooden shelves in the warehouse. I looked worried, hesitated for a while, and decided to disturb the little days of the stuffy oil bottles.Type letters one by one on the phone, think for a while and add the sentence "When will you come back? (When will you come back?)" at the end before pressing the send button.

Maybe the stuffy oil bottle was still asleep, and it took almost an hour to reply to the text message.

Ah Ning stood in front of the fish tank and sprinkled fish food, humming the melody of an unknown song.I formulate the nutrients of camellia according to the data and types given by Poker Bottle.Although it is very strange why that guy didn't tell me when he will come back, but I will not chase after him to ask, if I don't want to say that I am forced to ask by others, it will disturb the other party.

The tropical fish in the fish tank are colorful and beautiful, shuttling among the aquatic plants.Aning threw the last bit of fish food in his hand into the water, turned his head and looked at me with a smile, I felt uncomfortable being looked at by her, I slightly looked away, and held my shirt cuffs soaked in water.

"Super.Wu, can you sing a song?"

I paused for a moment with the hands on my sleeves, and shook my head, "I sing very badly."

"It's okay, I'm the only one." Aning lifted my shoulders, didn't mind my struggle, and raised his eyebrows, "Sing any song. I've only heard your piano, and I really want to hear yours." singing."

I pulled away Aning's hand hooked on my shoulder, not knowing how to refuse, so I simply sat on the chair behind me and cleared my throat. The melody of Lube's "Позовименятихопоимени" has been hovering in my mind, I sorted out the lyrics, and sang this song for the unsung heroes who died in the Great Patriotic War of the Soviet Union.

Позовименятихопоимени

softly call my name

Ключевойводойнапоименя

Bring me sweet spring water

Отзоветсялисердцебезбрежное

Can your heart answer?

ное,глупое, нежное?

Still silent, infatuated and gentle

Сновасумеркивходятбессонные

It's another sleepless evening

Сновазастятмнестеклаоконные

I look out through the glass window again

Тамкиваютсиреньисмородина

Here are lilacs and low-hanging grapes

Позовименятихаяродина

My hometown is calling me quietly

Позовименя-яназакатедня-а

call me at sunset

Позовименя,