Heart has a thousand knots

I left the reception without saying hello to anyone. When I ran into Manager Wang, he asked me where I was going. I gave him a blank look and said to go out to get some air. I didn’t care what he said to me later. Just go outside.Feeling dizzy, I got on the bus and didn't know where I was going.

The neon lights in the street are colorful, reflecting the gorgeous loneliness.This too bustling city overwhelmed my loneliness.Life, as Zhang Ailing said, is a gorgeous robe covered with lice.

After passing Wujiaochang, I got off at the well-known university on Handan Road.It has been more than two years since I graduated from university, and I still have an involuntary intimacy with the school.Staying on campus can make my heart surrender to peace.Those rippling little sorrows, when breathing the pure breath among the flowers, plants and trees, will slowly disappear in the minutes and seconds when the bell rings, and it will never become a big grief.

This reminds me of the graffiti street at the gate of Chuanmei, the unique flavor exuded by Chongqing time.

Walking and stopping along Handan Road, a somewhat familiar alley appeared in front of me. The three words "dielianhua" made me feel relieved in an instant.

This time, I didn't ask for water.When the waiter brought the wine, Han Shu saw me.She had already taken off her Hanfu and was wearing a casual turtleneck sweater.

What's wrong?Han Shu stared at me.I shake my head.

What song do you want to hear?She stopped asking and changed the subject.

casual.I laugh.

noob!Han Shu turned his head and shouted towards the bar.

A tall woman in a dark blue cotton padded jacket, with a pretty face and short hair, nodded and smiled at me as a greeting, and sat down unceremoniously.Momo, Xiaobai, let's get acquainted. After Han Shu's brief introduction, he walked to her piano.

Xiaobai is very talkative, with the straightforwardness of Shandong people.

Lost in love? Xiaobai pours wine, raises his glass, and drinks it in one gulp, not caring about my silence.Could it be that the word "broken love" is written on my face?

In this world, there is no savior, ha ha.Want to be happy?Then look for it yourself... Love is just a disease that people suffer from when they experience innocence.Over time, your illness will heal without medicine.

Do you have a lot of—likes?I asked.

"You mean girlfriend?" Xiao Bai laughed, "There are many, both inside and outside the circle. There are quite a few women who like me."

Xiaobai's expression was somewhat complacent.

"What about you, don't you have any special love?" I couldn't help but ask.This Xiaobai is like a big carrot.

"Thousands of flowers have passed through, and there is no mercy in every piece." She smiled, "Being merciful everywhere, you can only be sad all the time. Remember, sincerity is the closest to sadness."

暂伴月将影，But still for a while I want to accompany the moon, 行乐须及春。 I should be to enjoy life in the spring.醒时同交欢，Pursue pleasure when I am awake, 醉后各分散。 When drunken I reel, our companionship ends.Taking Li Bai's "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" out of context, is it a realistic portrayal of Xiao Bai?

In the ups and downs of Han Shu's "Blessed Lovers" zither, talking about such content seems to be a kind of defilement. The melody of Butterfly Lovers is too familiar.When I was with Xiaoshi, I heard her solo "Blessed Lovers" on the violin many times. For more than 20 minutes, the sound of the piano is lingering and sad, which makes people fascinated.

"Blessings of Love" is not over yet, and my wine bottle has bottomed out.

When Jiang Qiuyue came to me, Xiaobai and I were having a good time drinking.

"Momo, come back with me." Jiang Qiuyue grabbed my hand.

Sister Yue, let's have a drink together?Xiaobai said happily when he saw Jiang Qiuyue.

"Let's drink it later, I'm going to take Momo back." Jiang Qiuyue's tone was a bit stiff, and I could tell it was a little bit.

"Who said I'm leaving?" I was a little annoyed and yelled, only staring at her.

"Momo, be obedient." Jiang Qiuyue lowered her body and whispered in my ear.

"Why should I listen to you?" I stared at Jiang Qiuyue and started to play tricks.

You... Jiang Qiuyue was a little annoyed, unable to speak, and looked at Han Shu.

"Momo, it's too late, go back to rest early, I'll buy you a drink another day, okay?" Han Shu supported my shoulder and said, "I'm still at work tomorrow."

Ah, the shopkeeper has issued an order to evict customers, you should go.Xiaobai held the wine glass and drank her wine without looking at anyone.

noob!Han Shu laughed and cursed, it's true that your mouth is the most suitable for drinking.

With the help of Han Shu, Jiang Qiuyue got me into the car.

Yueyue——When starting the car, Han Shu called her.

"I know, it's okay, let's go back." Jiang Qiuyue waved her hand, looked back at me, and the car drove out of the alley.

([-]) Mountains have trees and trees have branches

When I got home, I staggered into my room.I just want to fall asleep earlier, while the alcohol is still anesthetizing my brain.Jiang Qiuyue pulled me up from the bed, half helped and half dragged me into the bathroom: Look at your dirty body, wash before going to bed.

That should be the funniest bath in my little life.As the hot water flooded my body, I became more and more tired, and my consciousness was submerged bit by bit.Jiang Qiuyue kept knocking on the door outside, but I didn't answer her.

When Jiang Qiuyue opened the door, I had already fallen asleep in the hot water.

Momo, wake up, wake up!Jiang Qiuyue yelled into my ear.I opened my eyes, looked at her, and closed them again: Xiaobai, stop drinking, I will get drunk...

You, you—Jiang Qiuyue wiped the water drops for me and sighed: If you can’t drink it, don’t drink it.

When my body was next to the bed, I saw the person next to me clearly and held her hand: where is your diamond ring, why didn't you wear it?What's the name, "Three Worlds of Love"?

Jiang Qiuyue took away the hand I was holding, pressed me down, and said in a low voice: Momo, go to sleep, be good...

My consciousness became heavy again, and I fell down. I left the whole world behind, don't think about it, don't care about it.

About midnight, I had a dream.In the dream, Xiaoshi hugged me sideways and kissed my lips and earlobe. The soft and slippery kiss made people feel hot all over.My hand reached into her pajamas, swam on her slippery back, stroked for a moment, then swam to her chest, touching a pair of gentle...

Momo, you want me, you want me... Xiaoshi groaned in my ear, very much like Jiang Qiuyue's voice.At that moment, I was a little puzzled, trying to see the people around me clearly, but it was pitch black in front of me.

Xiaoshi's lips pressed against me again, and her two hands stroked my back back and forth.Unable to suppress the restlessness in my heart anymore, I turned over and pressed her under me, kissed her body frantically, and kneaded her breasts.Her moans, her soul-stirring voice, made my desire more and more aroused.Faintly, I smell a familiar fragrance.

When I woke up in the morning, my head still hurt.Sitting up, I found something strange in the room.I immediately realized that I slept in Jiang Qiuyue's bed last night, and this is Jiang Qiuyue's room.

On the bedside, under the "Selected Words of the Past Dynasties", there is a note: "Momo, drink a glass of honey water after you wake up. The porridge is in the pot, heat it up when it is cold. I will ask for leave for you, and have a good rest." .”

The generous and elegant handwriting is like a person.

The phone rang, and her message: Are you awake?Remember to drink porridge.

Holding the porridge in my hand, I thought about the dream last night—if Jiang Qiuyue was the one I was lingering with, what would it be like?Thinking of this, she shook her head, feeling a little shy: Shen Momo, how long have you been away from Yang Xiaoshi, why do you want to be with other women...

Who is Jiang Qiuyue?Buyue's boss, real estate son's sweetheart.For me, it is the boss and the landlord.

The stories that Jiang Qiuyue told me that night a few months ago can only be regarded as legends, which are acceptable to listen to, but cannot be studied carefully.At noon, Jiang Qiuyue made an exception and came back from the company.Leaning on the sofa, she could hear the sound of her high heels tapping the ground rhythmically from a long distance away.

Do you feel better?Jiang Qiuyue approached me, touched my forehead, and asked.I nod.

"Are you hungry?" She asked again, "I brought takeaway." I spent more than half a year with her, when I was at home, as long as I had enough time, I would go into the kitchen to cook.Gradually, she also got used to the taste of Sichuan cuisine.

Jiang Qiuyue brought fish-flavored shredded pork and hot pepper twice-cooked pork.

I went to the kitchen to add a vegetarian dish and a three delicacies soup.Jiang Qiuyue and I sat at the dining table.

"If it's possible, I'll be like this for the rest of my life." Jiang Qiuyue said while pinching the chopsticks, looking at the dishes and then at me.Seeing me looking at her, she immediately lowered her head again.The way he bowed his head made people feel unspeakable, a little shy.This thought made me feel a little funny too. When did the Jiang Qiuyue I know ever feel so shy in front of me?

Subconsciously looked at her slender fingers, there was no ring on her ring finger.What happened last night, and the woman in front of me, made me a little psychedelic: Jiang Qiuyue who told me stories late into the night after drinking that night, and Jiang Qiuyue who accepted Chen Zijian's marriage proposal at the reception last night, which one is real?

What's wrong?Jiang Qiuyue waved her hands in front of me.

"It's okay," I smiled, "let's eat."

"Stupid again," Jiang Qiuyue scolded, "You..."

Your hands are suitable for playing the piano, I said, and then I lowered my head to cook rice.

"Really?" Jiang Qiuyue smiled happily, "Really, several friends used to say that, my pianist's hands were not born at the right time—"

"Now, it's pretty good, better than a pianist," I said teasingly, "at least, I won't play the piano randomly (talking about love)."

Then tell me, how good is my hand?She didn't understand my Sichuan dialect, but she could feel my unhappiness.

"The hand of the capitalist—" I draw out the tone.

you!She was at a loss for words.Then he smiled: Well, the hands of capitalists are evil, so be careful!After finishing speaking, he stretched out his five fingers and stretched them to the top of my head, pretending to be hideous.

The corners of Jiang Qiuyue's mouth were raised slightly, staring at those crescent eyes that were not evil, playful and cute.

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