I can't live, I can't afford to die

Xiao Xiao leaned over the road and sat on the edge of the terrace, his two long legs swaying constantly.

The night at the beginning of March was quite chilly, even wearing a cotton coat, Xiao Xiao's fingers pinching the Harboe wine bottle were still a little numb from the ice.

The height of the 33-story building enables him to cast his sight extremely far.The apartment in the community under his nose was sporadic, and they should all be asleep.Only the lights at the third window on the left on the [-]th floor across the street flickered on and off, and a family of three could still be vaguely seen sitting together. A small cake was placed in the middle of the table, and two rows of candles were inserted, about twenty or so. The appearance of the branch should be celebrating the birthday of the child who came back late.

Xiao Xiao suddenly remembered that no one seemed to remember his birthday.

When I was very young, my mother was busy with life and didn't have time to take care of my son's birthday; when I was a little older, I was with my grandpa and grandma, and the elderly didn't like this fashionable stuff.When he grows up, he will only have himself, but even himself, he will never remember this day that only comes once a year.

Xiao Xiao stared in through the window, but as if his eyes were scalded by a candle, he suddenly shifted his gaze away.

Looking sideways to the distance, there is a road outside the community.Although it was late at night, the traffic flowed like a dragon, the taillights were bright, and it looked lively.

Xiao Xiao can't remember how many times, sitting here, he would have the idea of ​​wanting to fly into the excitement.

But Xiao Xiao knew that the excitement belonged to them, not himself.Even though, Xiao Xiao just retreated from the excitement.

Tonight is Liang Shiwei's wedding day.The No. 1 gold medal manager in the entertainment circle got married, and there were many in the circle who couldn't be counted, and who would rush to give a generous gift.

What's more, Liang Shiwei is Xiao Xiao's boss.The boss was overjoyed, how could Xiao Xiao not put in all his energy, singing, socializing, walking between the intertwined cups and dendrobiums, laughing until his cheeks became numb.

After finally getting away from the noise of the crowd, and sitting alone in the urban forest without fireworks to keep him warm, Xiao Xiao felt a little bit of confusion in his heart.

My brain seemed to be soaked by the coolness of the night, and my consciousness was so stiff that I couldn't move it. I just vaguely felt that I was replaying the scenes during the dinner one by one like a movie.

The bride is bright, with upturned eye ends, plump lips, and her indescribable charm; but when she smiles, her eyes and lips are curved, and she looks like Shaoai who can't tell.

Who wouldn't say that Liang Shiwei is lucky, such a good-looking woman, who just took off the laurel crown not long ago, is willing to shed her lead and concentrate on washing her hands and cooking soup for him for Liang Shiwei. What a blessing.

Xiao Xiao took a sip of the wine, the dark beer was not like the white wine, it was cold in the throat, but still cold in the stomach, arousing chestnuts all over the body, but suppressed the scorching heat of the white wine poured down during the banquet.His eyes became a little clearer, and Liang Shiwei's mind also became clearer.

Xiao Xiao counted on his fingers, and he has known Liang Shiwei for many years.When I saw him for the first time, Liang Shiwei was 36 at the time, just at the age of high spirits, and an economic company was running smoothly.

Xiao Xiao at that time was also a good age of nineteen, and he looked like a young boy, a carefree scene that he dare not even recall in his dreams.

That year, Xiao Xiao was not Xiao Xiao.