mayfly era

There is only one writer for a daily conversation, and he wrote in his remarks that "he will devote himself to creation, limited sales/body", which is also in line with it.Just after midnight, the quota was taken by typhoid fever in zero seconds.

Chen Yue took out the half-drunk absinthe from the wine cabinet and swirled the liquid in the bottle. Due to the slow consumption, the liquor was a little sedimented. He took out two rows of spirit glasses from the refrigerator and prepared twelve " kill".

They still have a long time to kill, why not spend this bottle of spirits.

There has been a lot of unrest in the central city recently. After midnight, the drinkers gradually dispersed, and some people on the dance floor were casually dancing slowly to the music, and the sad blues was crushed under their feet.

The smoking gun gulped down the cold absinthe in the spirits glass in one gulp, twisted his face and cursed, "It's too fucking hot."

Taking advantage of the chill brought by the wine glasses from the freezer, Chen Li poured another row, "Come again."

The smoking gun glared at him, "I don't have the capacity to drink like you, what good is it if you drink me too much?"

Chen Li shrugged his shoulders, took the wine glass and suffocated it in one gulp. He has been drinking for many days, but the bottle of dark blue spirit has not bottomed out yet, "Drink it up, don't waste it."

"You're really thrifty." The smoker couldn't stand it any longer, and reached out to cover the mouth of the cup, "Even if you're in a bad mood, don't drink yourself like this. You don't feel sorry for your stomach, but I do."

"This wine is delicious, it smells like grass leaves after the rain." Chen Yue walked around the hand of the smoking gun and drank the blue liquid in the cup. He softened his body and leaned against the back of the sofa, his voice was slightly Gone with the wind, I don't know if it's because I'm a little drunk or because I'm tired.

"I just feel that my throat is hot, as if I drank a bowl of chili water."

"What's it like to be drunk?"

"I don't remember, the only time I was drunk," said the bong, puffing at the glasses on the table, arranging them in a row like crystal sentinels, "the moment I realized I was drunk , just lost consciousness.”

Chen Yue suddenly stretched out his leg and kicked Smoker's knee. He was probably a little drunk, like a little rascal when he was still asleep, "Old Yan, you really don't have... something you must get?"

The bong took the cigarette butt away from his mouth and knocked out the ashes, "If there is something, there is none."

"Boss said he asked everyone this question."

"I was eight years old at the time, and he could have tricked me away with a carrot."

"When he asked me, I said," Chen Li paused for a moment, "I want to live, you have to help me."

"Everyone wants to live, this is not a requirement."

"At that time, I wanted to do many things. What I wanted to do the most was to find her grave and dig it for her." Chen Li laughed, as if he was laughing at his former self.

"Well, let's plan her tonight."

Chen Li shook his head, "What's the point of holding a dead person accountable?"

"You have changed your opinion of her now."

"I used to think that because she was dead, I had to forgive her, which was unfair." Chen Li raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, which were very dry and even hurt a little, "but recently, I suddenly started I kind of... miss her."

Smoker was slightly taken aback. In the dark, he felt that he was very close to Chen Li, so close that he could hear his breathing and heartbeat, and feel the heat of his body. distance, no touch can replace a hug.

"After all, it's your own mother." The voice of the smoking gun became a little hoarse.

"She always only asked me to call her General Chen. If it wasn't for the image from that day... I almost forgot what she looked like."

"Do you look like her?"

"It's not like, like I can't live today."

Yan Qiang sighed, "Then forget it, she was not good to you, she made you suffer in life and after death, as a real mother, I am irresponsible to the extreme, what do you want her to do?"

There was imperceptible pain hidden in Chen Li's voice, "I don't know... That day on the seventh floor of the Taoli Heaven, I saw a very clumsy short poem engraved on the central platform, and suddenly I had an auditory hallucination. I know why at that time my eyes were full of her shadow, her face, she was lying on the laboratory table, her face covered with marks..."

"Don't fucking think about it, you know you can't stand it, so don't torture yourself anymore... I beg you." In the dark, the smoking gun grabbed Chen Li's hand and held it tightly in his palm, the two His hands were trembling uncontrollably, and he realized that he was actually trembling.

It was a handful of pale white pills, the incisions all over the body, the uncontrollable body when the phantom pain struck, it was so vivid in his memory.He was afraid that Chen Li would go back to that time again, and that a person who had been polished by all kinds of experiences to be extremely tough and calm would also tremble in imaginary.

It was also an early winter.

Chen Yue sat on the bed, he didn't know how long he had been awake, but he knew how long he had slept, before that he slept for two full months.

When the smoking gun entered the door, he was looking at the shaking yellow leaves "outside the window"—it was actually a very realistic electronic frame, changing the scenery constantly with time.

He didn't wear a shirt, and the thin cotton wool blanket he was covering slipped down to his waist. The long sleep had reduced his fat and muscles, and his originally slender figure became a bit skinny, and his black hair quietly elongated. Hair hangs over bony shoulders.

The smoking gun came closer, but hesitated and didn't go all the way to the bed.

Chen Yue turned his head, his face was still slightly tired, his lips were almost colorless, but his eyes were very bright, like two black stars.The long-awaited reunion of starlight made Smoker very happy.

Finally, the dust was blown away from these eyes, revealing their original luster.

"Old Yan, give me the knife." He didn't speak for a long time, his voice was hoarse but powerful.

Smoker took the butterfly/knife out of the gun pouch, raised his hand and threw it to Chen Li——Chen Li took it firmly in his hand, and his reaction and skill also recovered.

The reason why the butterfly/knife is called a butterfly/knife is that there is a butterfly-shaped side edge on the back of the knife for cutting rope.Chen Li lowered his head, put his long hair into the butterfly-shaped blade, and cut it off forcefully.

Silver butterflies fluttered among the black hair, and strands of hair fell down, as if to become a Buddha must slash three thousand threads of affliction.

As he cut off his hair, two butterfly bones spread their wings on his bare/naked back.Before Nirvana, he would be scorched and cracked by the flames, but after rebirth, the sky could not limit the wings of the phoenix.

Chen Li's slender fingers inserted into the messy short hair he had cut off, and he smoothed out the broken hair. Then he put the knife back into the leather case. After recovering from a serious illness, his movements were still as neat and beautiful as before.

To this day, Smoker still remembers every movement and look in his eyes at that time, because since then, he has never seen anyone else in his eyes.

"I know, I'm adjusting." Chen Li's voice stabilized, he turned his head to look at the pipe, the heart of the pipe was completely written on his face, it was impossible for him not to understand, but he subconsciously avoid.

Now is not the time, they are still facing too many unknowable and uncontrollable crises, they can take risks, but they cannot take risks hastily.

"Then you must stop thinking about her," said Smoker.

"Okay, I don't want to." Chen Li smiled. He likes the unreasonable appearance of the smoking gun, more like a big silver long-haired dog. He likes this kind of arrogant and willful creature.

"You can miss me."

Chen Li frowned, "...I don't want to, I have a headache."

Smoker was taken aback for a moment, then leaned over and said with a playful smile, "When do you miss me, why don't I know."

"have not thought."

"I don't know how you know you will have a headache."

The silver hair of the smoking gun was already scratching his chin, Chen Yue moved aside helplessly, giving the big dog a space to have fun.

The lights in the bar are dim, blues are sung on the dance floor, the breath is warm and smoky, hairy, ground-breaking, drunk, sleepy...but they are all restraining themselves.The puzzle-like grass flavor of absinthe appears and disappears from time to time, making people's consciousness hover between hazy and sober.

"Old smoke."

"what happened?"

"Absinthe, really smells like grass."

"...You are really persistent."

Chen Li looked up at the dark ceiling, and said, "One day, Central City will be able to smell the real fragrance of green grass after the rain."

"I will accompany you until that day." Smoker replied seriously.

A clear electric current was transmitted from the peripheral nerves all over the skin to the nerve center, and Chen Yue suddenly woke up from the drowsiness.It is a special mobile phone reminder signal, and the sound and touch are easy to be ignored in a noisy environment, so this kind of electric numbness reminder method was born, which is said to have some health-preserving functions.

It's a typhoid message: the writer is out.

It's almost one o'clock in the morning, and it's not normal for the writer to go out at this time.In Chen Yue's mind, he quickly guessed various possibilities and predicted various possible development trends.

"Lao Yan, the writer is out." Chen Li said.

Smoking Gun didn't seem to have the slightest sense of urgency, shaking his head and saying, "Let's make a bet, the writer won't come here."

"No betting," Chen Li glared at him, "I never won a bet with you."

"Then if I win, I don't win. If you win, I promise you a request. How about it?"

"two."

"Hey, why do you have to make an inch of it?"

"Three."

"Wait, stop!" The smoking gun wanted to cover Chen Li's mouth directly, for fear that the number in this mouth would increase proportionally.

Chen Yue glanced at him lightly, and slowly uttered two words, "Four."

"All right, all right, ouch, you've only been running a bar for two years, how did you become so good at doing business? You're really a businessman who wants to make a lot of money!" Smoker pretended to be angry, but his expression was clearly amused.

"You are ready to go bankrupt." Chen Li was expressionless and satisfied.

Putting one hand on the back of his head, he leaned on the sofa and yawned firmly, "I gave you the salary card, and I will be supported by Boss Chen for the rest of my life."

"I remember you still have a governor."

The bong bounced off the sofa suddenly, with a vigilant look on his face, "Don't think about my car!"

"Don't worry, I don't like cars."

To achieve today's goal of teasing the dog, Chen Li made a tick in his heart.

"Speaking of which, why don't you like cars?" Smoker has always wondered why Chen Li doesn't like cars as a means of transportation. If it wasn't too ostentatious and easy to expose, this former airborne soldier might carry a hang glider to carry out the execution Task.

"I'll tell you later."

At this time, Typhoid suddenly switched on the miniature earphones that the two of them had stuck in the inner ear canal, and his voice sounded, "The writer will be here soon, you guys get ready."