Disgusted

Aozora had a dream.There was a hazy mist in the dream, and when I looked around, it seemed to be an abandoned arsenal or something, with rust-red steel protruding everywhere.Looking up, there are two bright round moons in the sky, one big and one small, and the smaller one leans dryly against the big round moon like a wronged child who has been beaten.

There is the moon.When thinking this way, the whole scene lit up as if reminded, soft bright yellow gathered around a figure at the end of the road—dark purple short-sleeved T-shirt, simple jeans, blue sneakers—so far away, she But he is so clear about the man's attire, only the face is blurred.

But she knew who it was.she knows.

She walked towards the figure, like a piece of iron being involuntarily attracted by a magnet, gradually turning into a trot and a run.It's just that the road is so long, no matter how anxious she is, it is always far away.But she was not reconciled, she gritted her teeth and quickened her pace, she could feel her panting but couldn't hear it, it seemed that the wind was blowing head-on, and the man at the end was shaking.She didn't feel tired, but she could feel the anxiety deeply. Anxiety was like sulfuric acid splashed on the bones, hissing and eroding the depths of her body.It was too late, she knew.Knowing that it was too late but had to go, go to her side.

"Snow--"

She cried out with all her might.The sound is buried in the wind.near.near.wait for me wait for me.She was suffering, but the man smiled at her at the end, just like when they first met, with curved brows and clear eyes.

Waiting for me——Qing Kong to rush up, stretch out my hand, and I can grab Xiaoxue's protruding hand in a blink of an eye.Please.She tried her best to lean out at all costs.Orbital fever.Please.

The figure heard her call, greeted her with both hands, and approached her, blood gushed out from the palm of the snow-white slender hand, staining the palm and arm red, and then wrapped around her neck, wiping the slippery and cold blood on her neck, tighten...

Aoki woke up at this time.I could hear myself gasping for breath, then panting.When I woke up, I was in a state of confusion, and for a while I didn't know where I was.Panting for breath, she subconsciously raised her hand to touch her eye socket.No.I was so anxious, frightened and sad just now, but in reality, I didn't even have tears.just.

She stood up slightly, holding her head in her hands to think back, but the real dream of the last moment had sunk into a deep swamp, like the doors to the subconscious room being closed one by one, and she returned to the side of the real film , In a few breaths, all I can think of is the anxiety and sadness in the dream.Also, dreaming about her itself.

Qingkong held the stiff shoulder and neck, turned it slightly, and looked to the side only to find that the yarn was not there.I grabbed my phone and looked at it. It was 45:[-], which was still early.A thin layer of sweat broke out on her body, she got up and put on her bathrobe, and decided to take a shower first.

When I left the living room, I saw slices of whole wheat bread and unsalted butter with jam, peanut butter and unsalted butter on the dining table. They were neatly arranged on the table, and a note was pressed under the plate, which was still written in Sazhi's beautiful hand: beforehand. to the city.Before drinking coffee, eat some bread as a base.Return tonight.On the lower right is the signature: Your Lover.

Qing Kong looked at the note, and turned his eyes away to look at the window a little embarrassedly. The window was closed tightly, but the curtain was drawn, and the sunlight could be seen faintly hitting the floor from the left.After a while, I looked back at the paper again, pressed my finger on it, and moved the signature word by word.

What an old title.Like a love letter from the period of the Republic of China when free love began.Thinking about it, Qing Kong smiled imperceptibly at the corner of his mouth.Finally, he raised the plate slightly, took the note, entered the study room, raised his eyes to look, and pressed it into the paperback "Small Notes on Eyebrows".While reminding myself to close the store in the evening, remember to bring back the note in the drawer of the bookstore.

After taking a shower, I packed up the bathrobes and the two people's clothes for the past few days and went to the balcony to see the two smears of purple clinging to each other on the clothesline.Thinking of the appearance of Shazhi in the dressing room that day, she suddenly blushed a little inexplicably.Throw the clothes into the washing machine, pour some laundry detergent in the tank at will, start it, and then turn around and take off the underwear on the pole.Licking his lower lip, he originally wanted to put the yarn weaving set in a conspicuous place, but thinking that if the city gate caught fire, Chi Yu would also suffer, so he scratched his wet hair and put both sets at the bottom of the plastic box.

The sun has been very good these few days, and even the temperature has risen a little bit, which even made Aozora feel more relaxed, so he stood on the terrace and lit a cigarette.

The familiar black and white cat on the red tile roof of the ancient house is lying in the same place basking in the sun again.Qing Kong exhaled a puff of smoke, feeling an itchy urge to touch something soft.

If possible, I really want to live like this forever.While smoking a cigarette and watching the cat stretch its limbs, Aozora remembered what Saori said last night.Like this, two people lay naked, naked, quietly, lying in the corner at the end of the world without going anywhere, ignoring anyone, only themselves and Qing Kong.

Of course that is impossible.Both of them understand this very well, and Saori who said this may understand better: reality will always catch them, and all they can do is to enjoy this special time until then.

The bookstore has been closed for three days, and the Chinese New Year is approaching the end of the month. It is time to take inventory, reconcile accounts, and prepare for the next year's purchase list. At the same time, it is time to walk around with the booksellers to find out the market.Qing Kong couldn't help frowning as he thought about Uncle Chen's previous instructions, and the list of several pages of booksellers in the folder he gave.As for Saori, Saori is busier.

Last month, after roughly negotiating the divorce agreement with her husband, she submitted her resignation to her original unit, and then bought a share with two friends to open a themed restaurant and a small cafe and tavern in the city.The site selection, purchase, manpower, and business procedures have been completed one after another. Now it is entering the late stage of renovation. At the same time, it is necessary to finalize the menu, confirm the supply quantity of ingredients with the supplier, and contact the relationship to obtain a liquor business license. It should be too busy. time of earth.The four days she came to look for Qing Kong ignored everything and even did not turn on her mobile phone, she had reached her limit.And the end of the year is approaching, and she also needs to participate in the end of the year of her family company. Although Zhang's family is not very prosperous and it is only considered a medium-sized enterprise in terms of scale, at least there are 500 employees, and planning a dinner party is also a trivial matter.

Probably because of these, Saori had to get up early in the morning and rush to the city.

After taking the last puff of his cigarette, Aozora threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, stirred it in the washing machine, went back to the living room by himself, made simple black coffee with a French press, drank it slowly, and brushed his fingers over the glass jar on the table.Well, not that kind of fruit.As she thought about it, she spread strawberry jam on the sliced ​​noodle buns with Saori's newly bought butter knife, took a bite, and squinted her eyes contentedly.

The dream in the morning deepened and deepened, and disappeared into an invisible corner on the side of reality.

Before going out, Qing Kong glanced at the wrapping paper bags that Saori had bought and piled up in the corner, and hesitated whether it was time to buy a large wardrobe for his residence.

The author has something to say: As promised~