writing coffee

There is a couple of lesbians "married" in the circle.

I went to their wedding and sat in the corner of the last row, watching them exchange rings, kiss each other, and receive blessings from relatives and friends.This is no different from the wedding of Uncle Xiao and Aunt Maizi.

But it makes me sad for no reason, probably because the person I attended the wedding with last time is now separated from me by a whole continent.Calculating the time, I will be back in one week.

One more week to come back.I don't know if it's because of the instinctive urgency near the end, but I really miss her.

She asked me how the wedding was, and I said it was fine, except for the music.She laughed like a fool.

After the wedding, I turned down an invitation to stay and party all night and drove away.It was late at night, and it seemed that this suburb was inexplicably lonely.So when I caught a glimpse of a bar with a warm yellow sign from the car window, almost subconsciously, I stopped.

I always feel that walking into a bar in the middle of the night is not much different from walking into a coffee shop in the afternoon.In particular, the bar has warm yellow lights, elegant female jazz is singing in the background music, there is only one bartender at the bar, and there are not many customers.

"A soda, thanks." Actually, I'd love to have a beer in this situation, but I still have to drive home.

This shop is not big, with less than ten tables in total. There are a group of young people sitting on the big sofa opposite the bar. The sound of joking and joking drives away the solitude and makes the whole bar enthusiastic.

In the corner, there was a couple talking intimately. In the next door, a gentleman was typing on his notebook with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He might be a writer, writing suspenseful reasoning or something.His cigarette ash was about to break, he didn't know whether it was his peripheral vision or his sixth sense, he suddenly raised his hand to hold the cigarette butt and flicked it into the ashtray, without any ash falling on the table, he took it back and continued to knock.

On the other side of the bar, there was a girl alone... getting drunk.

"Hi, soda is okay."

"Thank you."

I picked up the glass and turned around to find a place to sit down. I looked in the direction I turned my head and saw the girl raised her head and poured a big gulp of beer into her mouth. The neck went all the way into the collar.The long hair that covered half of the face also parted and slipped behind the ears, revealing her closed eyes, and her face was full of tears.

I paused, sighed secretly, walked straight over, and sat down opposite her.

She lowered her head again, staring at the texture of the floor tiles, and did not respond to my appearance.

There was a dozen beers on the table, chilled, and I counted five empty bottles, and she was holding the sixth bottle.Only those who can't drink can use beer to relieve their worries. If you want to get drunk, isn't whiskey or something more practical?

I watched her finish the bottle of wine in her hand while crying, and when she was about to reach for the seventh bottle, I called out, "Auntie."

She looked up.

Although I only met once, I have a deep impression on Berry's two mothers, especially the one in front of me.Her eyes are too big and round, and against her thin face, they look like a pair of brass bells, like a caricature. Fortunately, her facial features are exquisite, so they don't look weird, but rather cute.Especially at this moment, with tears in her eyes, surprised and confused, I completely understood what "tearful eyes" is.

"Murong?"

"Ah."

Then unexpectedly, she burst into tears, covered her face with her hands, and sobbed suppressedly.

I'm... a little bit at a loss, she doesn't seem to need my shoulder or anything, and I can't say those far-fetched comforts, so I can only continue to sit there and look at her.This process is very tormented.

After a while, she finally got tired of crying and gradually calmed down. I handed her some tissues.

"Thank you," she said, and wiped her face carefully.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why are you here?" She straightened the hair next to her ear, and asked lightly, as if I had just walked in from the outside.

"Passing by." I said.

"Ah, what a coincidence."

Then there was silence.

I wonder if I shouldn't sit down, after all, she's not as drunk as I thought, and I might be bothering her.

"Drink some?" She picked up a bottle of beer, and when she asked, she lifted the lid skillfully and handed it to me.

"Thank you." I took it and took a sip.

Then she opened another bottle for herself, touched the neck of the bottle with me, and I took another sip.

Then came the third sip, half a bottle, more than half a bottle, one bottle——before she finished drinking, she suddenly lay down on the table and stopped moving.

I almost stared at her dumbfounded, holding the last bit of wine in the bottle above her head, wondering if I should drink it or not...

I felt a kind of confusion, a little ridiculous, and felt that she was really cute and pitiful, and then I felt deeply helpless about the ups and downs of the whole day.So I slowly drank the remaining sip of wine, and then helped her out of the bar door.

The car must not be able to drive, the substitute driver... Forget it, I don't want to take her home.

There is a hotel 200 meters away from the bar. There are no two-bed rooms, but there are a lot of single-bed rooms left... It's a bit inexplicable, but it's not bad tonight.I ordered one of them.

The little girl at the front desk looked at me very strangely. I think this is due to the woman who fell asleep on me and suddenly cried.Fortunately, she only sobbed softly for a while, and when she lay down on the bed, she was quiet again.

I sat down on the sofa by the wall, and when I was thinking about how to contact my aunt, my aunt's cell phone rang.Not surprisingly, exactly what I was looking for.

"Baby, where are you?" The voice on the other side was urgent, with a hint of pleading.

I paused, so, it was just a fight. "I'm Murong Shi."

The auntie paused for about three times, one time she was caught off guard, the other time she wondered who "Murong Shi" was, and the second time she guessed what happened.After three times, she asked very calmly, "Murong?"

"Yeah." It seems that he still remembers me. "I met my aunt in the bar. She was drunk and fell asleep in the hotel. Do you want to pick her up?"

"on my way!"

I gave her the hotel address and hung up.Leaning back on the sofa, I finally felt a little sleepy, tired and sleepy, and didn't want to fall asleep.Looking boredly at the person sleeping peacefully on the bed, I suddenly realized that our little Qianli is still good, at least she won't run out alone and get drunk and scare me.

Or, when I don't know, where I don't know...

I suddenly wanted to call our little Qianli, although I didn't have anything to say to her.

"Murong?" The call got through quickly, and she was surprised, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

I looked at the time, it was past two o'clock.Well, I really rarely stay up late at ordinary times.

"Murong?"

"Well, I can't sleep, are you coaxing me?"

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds, and then, with the sound of footsteps, she went upstairs, opened the door into the room, and closed the door again.

"What did you just say about Murong? I didn't hear clearly."

"Huh?" I closed my eyes, feeling like I was about to fall asleep in the next second.

"Murong...Murong..." She dragged her tune, "Do you want me to coax you to sleep?"

"Hmm..." I raised the corners of my mouth and didn't let it go.

"Then I coaxed it!"

Hehe, um, coax.

"But," she added, "tell me first why you can't sleep!"

She's so talkative, will she?

"Do you miss me too much? You can't sleep because of the thought?"

I accidentally laughed out loud.

"Murong Shi!" Now, she dared to call me by my name when she was angry. "What are you laughing at! Don't laugh!"

Then, this guy hung up on me.But then, another video invitation was sent.Half of my sleepiness was abruptly driven away by her.

"Hmph!" She raised her chin proudly to the camera, her eyes brushed past the tip of her nose and landed on my face with restraint—just as soon as she landed, the next second, her whole face leaned forward without restraint, "You where?"

"hotel."

"Ah? Why in a hotel?"

I didn't bother to explain, and wanted to tease her by the way, so I turned the phone screen to face the bed.

"Ahh! Who is that!"

Uh... I didn't expect this guy to be so loud, so he raised his forehead, "Calm down."

"I don't!" She had a fierce look in her eyes, "What is that?!"

I snorted a laugh from my nasal cavity, how did it become a "thing"? "Berry's mother, remember? That's my aunt."

"Who cares if she's an aunt or a aunt!" She was aggressive, and in a blink of an eye, she was wronged again, "Why do you..."

I really want to rub her long hair.

"She got drunk at the bar just now, I think it's Berry Berry, no, I think it's my brother's sake, take care of her."

"Where's their aunt?"

"I don't have her phone number."

She pouted: "You can take her home..."

"Her home is far away, it's already dawn when I send her home."

"Then," she turned her face away from me, "why didn't you take her home?"

"I don't want to bring someone home."

She couldn't help curling the corners of her mouth, then put it down abruptly, trying to keep a straight face. "Then why didn't you book two rooms? You booked a room with one bed!" After speaking, he finally turned his head and glared at me.

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't help it. "Isn't she drunk? I want to watch her. Then, there is no room with two beds, really. So, I'm afraid that she will wake up in the middle of the night and see the sex, so I dare not sleep. I plan to sit until dawn." .”

"Huh!" She snorted again, but this time she was not so proud, just a little dismissive.

"Okay," I looked at her magnified face on the screen, moved my nose closer, and touched the tip of her nose, "Auntie will come and pick her up later."

She put away her paws at once, curled up obediently, and spoke softly.

"did you drink?"

"Just a little, beer."

"Why did you go to the bar again? Didn't you go home?"

For a moment, the longing to hold her in my arms was so deep that it almost overwhelmed me. I looked deeply into her eyes and restrained myself until my voice became hoarse, "Because I miss you, Qianli."

She opened her eyes unconsciously, as if frightened by my voice, then frowned, showing a look of patience, and began to call my name over and over again, as if panting: "Murong...Murong..." The way she relied on me wholeheartedly every time I kissed her, touched her, entered her.

My mouth was dry for a while, and my heart was racing.

"Did Qianli miss me?"

"think……"

"How much do you think?"

"Yes..." She subconsciously repeated my words, and then, lost in confusion, "Thought..." She thought seriously for a moment, and suddenly became shy, buried her face in the pillow, and her voice was low and inaudible.

"Think about it all over your body," she said.

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, I really want to penetrate through the ten-inch mobile phone screen, gently touch her cheeks, her hair, her earlobes... and then tear her to pieces.

Yet she was unaware of all this.

What a goblin.