[Bottle evil] This is a bottle evil article

In 2015, the first snowfall in Wang Meng's memory was on the Lantern Festival.

It took him a long time to remember that it was also the birthday of the little owner of the antique shop he worked for.

Now this man who is nearly forty is obviously no longer the age to be called "Little Boss" without any pressure. "Little San Ye", now, except for the black blind man who can't see what he is thinking and the childhood sweetheart Xie Jiajia, no one dares to yell brightly.

Those who know him now, those who are close to him call him "Boss", and those who are far away call him "Little Buddha Wu".

After ten years of life-and-death killing and decisiveness, no one will call him Wu Xie anymore, and no one will remember that he was once called "naive".

It’s just that Wang Meng still often thinks of the person who was lazily lying in the antique shop with him more than ten years ago, squinting at the specially made old wooden door in the shop through the sunlight like slits, waiting for the possibility The little boss of the guests who don't come once a year.When holding a gun, I often miss myself holding a fake and old "Ming and Qing teapot" and bluffing foreigners who don't understand anything.

It's different.

Since my boss came back from the Qinling Mountains more than ten years ago, everything has unfolded logically as if being pulled by the hand of fate.It's been a long time since I survived the near death, and I gradually become numb to life and death. I just feel that the peaceful days in the past were fake, and only this time of life and death is the real life.

However, at the beginning of this year, the small boss gradually began to pack up the things at hand, and only sent a sum of money to the guys in mid-February, only saying that the holiday will be extended, so that everyone can rest and go home for the New Year. Everyone.

He himself took Wang Meng, bought the earliest plane casually after dealing with all the finishing matters at hand, and returned to Hangzhou overnight.

As soon as she got off the plane, the long-lost feeling of returning to a civilized society from the deep mountains and old forests made Wang Meng shiver. It wasn't until the shivering turned into a sneeze that she realized that it was because she didn't wear enough clothes and was too cold.

It’s been too long since I’ve been back to Hangzhou. The February wind in the south is icy cold, and the humidity has forced Wang Meng’s snot and tears to come out. Although the item was worth a lot, it had been with him for many years and when he wiped the sleeves of the black suit that he had worn for many years, Wu Xie had already got off the gangway, and was standing in the wind looking at him with some amusement.

"I said Wang Meng, aren't you? You have been to Tibet in winter, and you have stayed in the desert at night. When you return to Hangzhou, you catch a cold as soon as you get off the plane. Look at you. Are you ashamed?"

Wang Meng couldn't help feeling sad.

People are more popular than others, with the same shirt and suit, they can stand tall in the wind and put on the face of a domineering president from Taiwan, but I...don't look at it.

He sniffed, followed down the gangway, and couldn't help complaining as he walked.

"It's different, boss. The places we've been to all these years don't bring them like this. Don't look at the temperature is not too low. The wind is like splashing water on your face. It's too overbearing."

Although Wang Meng would occasionally return to his tired and lazy character when the two were alone, his hands and feet have actually become faster in the past ten years, and he had already come to Wu Xie's side while speaking, and was kicked by him. for a moment.

"Stop talking nonsense, a native of Hangzhou, I just let you wander outside for a few years, and you are still not used to it when you go home."

"Boss, this is different. There is no one in my family, and I am the only one left. I have been running outside with you for so many years. I have decided to follow the pace of the boss in my life. The boss's business is my business. The boss's family It’s my home, I’ll be there wherever you go.”

Wu Xie heard it funny, and raised her leg again.

"Bah, is the boss's wife your daughter-in-law? These years, your fat man hasn't seen us all year round, so I can't figure out where you learned your glib words from."

"I think this is probably talent."

"Get lost." Wu Xie couldn't hold back her laughter, so she waved her hand at Wang Meng, "It's still early, wait for you to come back first, I'll go for a walk by the West Lake, the key is in the suitcase, take it by yourself. In the store No one has taken care of you these years, you are tired and pack up, don't lie down as soon as you go back."

"Okay!" Wang Meng agreed, and then leaned forward with a smile, "Boss, is it really okay to go to the West Lake in such a cold weather with so little clothes? Do you want to soak in white snakes or what... ..."

"Don't worry about it, go back to your home."

Wu Xie made a gesture to hit him, but Wang Meng quickly moved away, gestured OK, and prepared to walk separately to the luggage collection area.

"Ah, there's more." Wu Xie stopped Wang Meng, and looked at his own guy with a blank face of "what else is there for the boss", and showed a rare expression that hesitated to speak.

After a while, he waved his hand.

"It's nothing." Wu Xie said, "I forgot."

Hearing that her boss would forget things, Wang Meng showed an exaggerated expression of surprise.

Later, Wang Meng found out that the boss's forgetting of things that day was not just an occasional confusion, but the beginning of the illness. The specific manifestation was that the boss took off his suit and simply changed back to the little boss of the antique shop back then. , drinking tea every day in a daze, holding the high-end notebook that Wang Meng was specially sent to get to play, laughing and playing happily.

It's all about what.

Wang Meng looked at the calendar while feeling sorry for the dusty computer.

This year is 2015, that's right, it's definitely not that he traveled back to 2005.

But his boss has the ability to invalidate these ten years. Wang Meng can't help but sigh, people who have practiced Buddhism in Tibet are different.

It doesn’t matter whether you are a monk or not, and you don’t care whether you are a Buddhist. I just heard from Xiaoqing on the Internet that going to Tibet once can purify my soul, even though I was covered by the wind and snow in Tibet and my tears froze as soon as the tears flowed down my face. Wang Meng didn't think so, but now that he saw the situation of the boss, he couldn't tolerate his disbelief.

In short, I was confused and confused, and it was the New Year before I knew it.

I don’t know when Hangzhou banned the display of fireworks during the Spring Festival, and even the sellers of fireworks and firecrackers have almost disappeared. If it weren’t for that night, Wang Meng would not have dared to grab the computer with Wu Xie and turned on the TV. Just happened to see the Spring Festival Gala At the party, both of them forgot about the New Year's Eve tonight.

However, most of these years have been spent outside the field, not to mention the actors, even the two hosts who have hardly changed much can't be recognized, so I had to watch a lively picture to get a taste of the new year, and by the way compare them among the actors Who can recognize many people.

So the time was when Wu Xie and Wang Meng were eating melon seeds while facing the TV, "Hey, look at Guan Mucun!" "Well, it really isn't as good as your Master Hua'er." Zhong walked over little by little.

Until Wang Meng grabbed Wu Xie's hand and almost jumped up with excitement.

"Boss boss! Andy Lau Andy Lau Andy Lau! Andy Lau is on the Spring Festival Gala!"

Wu Xie was dizzy from being shaken by him. While knocking off the claw, she shook her head and looked at Wang Meng with disgust.

"Don't make a face... What do you say now? Idiot fan? Don't be such an idiot fan?"

"Hey hey hey hey."

Wang Meng, who has liked Andy Lau since college, didn't care how much Wu Xie disliked him, she just moved the bench forward and put on a posture of concentrating on watching TV.

Because of this, he didn't notice that after Andy Lau sang after the prelude, Wu Xie's expression changed, and he got up and left the living room after only sitting for a short while.

When he turned around with a moved face after listening to the idol's singing, and found that his boss had disappeared, Cai Ming's sketch had already started.

"Hey, Andy Lau is really handsome for ten years, even if he looks a little old recently... Huh? Boss, where have you been?"

And no one answered him.

Wang Meng looked at the sketch, and was frightened by Cai Ming's posturing and acrimony at the beginning, so between an ugly sketch and his own boss, he decisively chose to find the boss.

This small antique shop is a shop on the first floor and a residence on the second floor. The room is not big. Besides, Wang Meng has already smelled the smell of smoke, so she followed it directly to find the balcony.

There was no light on the balcony, and the room connected to the balcony was not turned on. In the whole room, only the light from the street lamp downstairs and the smoke in Wu Xie's hand could barely be regarded as light sources, and it was dark.

"Hey boss, why don't you turn on the light? It's not like you're a thief..." Wang Meng tilted her head inexplicably, and stretched out her hand to turn on the light.

But was stopped by Wu Xie.

"Don't turn on the light," he said, and then paused.

Wang Meng saw that the red light of the cigarette in Wu Xie's hand suddenly lit up, and then he took another long puff of smoke.

"Go back and watch TV. I'll rest here for a while and go back after smoking a cigarette."

However, until Li Guyi began to sing Unforgettable Tonight almost unchanged for ten thousand years, Wang Meng never saw Wu Xie back in front of the TV.

The author has something to say: The song Andy Lau sang in the Spring Festival Gala this year is called "The Way Home"

_(:з」∠)_The first few lines of lyrics, that is, the few lines heard by the little boss are

The way home

Count the number of cold and heat in a lifetime

Count the ups and downs of the journey

how much laugh how much cry

The way home

Count a year to 360 five

Count the days with those wins and losses

and those satisfied