Goodbye Wing On

We continued to sit and chat.

When the train left for more than ten minutes, I got up and was about to leave. He hugged my waist and said, "Change to the 8 o'clock train."

I know this hour doesn't make much sense, but it's still moving.

I said lightly: "It doesn't make sense to change 8 o'clock to 9 o'clock and 9 o'clock to 10 o'clock."

He said, "Don't go back." There was rarely a hint of pleading in his voice.

I don't have the confidence that I can still be so rational when we get along for one night, and I must never be his friend with benefits.He is the kind of person who has a city and a friend with benefits, why should I make up the numbers.

I laughed, "You have a bad idea."

He smirked: "I don't do anything."

Still hugging my waist, I stood and he sat.

Someone in the store started watching us.It's ridiculous for two old men to behave like this.

He continued to lobby me, "I'm not in good health, so I can't do anything."

I said, "Ghosts will believe you."

He hugged a little tighter, "Let's elope."

"You can't afford to support me."

"I will work hard to make money, and I have two money in my family." He nodded desperately.

I smile.

Pulling away to leave, he followed behind, showing a rare pug-like expression, and followed me.

It's just that I know that loyal dog has never been his attribute, his attribute is snake essence.

Later, I went to Baidu for the meaning of snake essence, "I like to confuse men with beauty, and absorb their yang essence to strengthen mana and increase Taoism."

I think so, no wonder he has high morals and strong mana, so I fell so hard.

Planted in the hands of a woman, I admit it, planted in the hands of a man, I myself despise myself, you Xie Yongan is the snake spirit of ten thousand years.

Passing by the grocery store, I went in and bought that kind of plastic lighter, one yuan a piece, and I bought eleven. If I use one a month, it can be used for a year. During a year, every time he smokes, he may think, I bought it, even at the moment of ignition.

He took the lighter with a calm expression, and put it into the left and right pockets separately. It looked so bulging, it was ugly, and I felt a little sad.I think he understands my thoughts.

On the way to the waiting room, he shook my hand behind me like a child begging for candy, "Don't go back tonight, okay?"

I said, "My wife will come and kill me in the middle of the night with a kitchen knife."

"Then let's elope."

"What's so good about me? I don't know how to make money, and I like to smoke and drink."

"You don't gamble."

I smirked: "Not in love yet. Bed."

He also smirked: "It happens that I don't love either."

I laughed, "You are very in love with. Bed, but I guess, you can't."

He touched his face in embarrassment, "Why don't we go to the clock and see if we can?"

"There are a lot of people trying to help you, so don't work on my old man. The old man's bones can't be tossed." I patted his slightly slack face.

He put his arm around my waist, "You can do it."

I reached out and punched him.

We went through the security check together, and at the ticket gate, he could no longer go in. I turned around and gave him a hug, and crowds rushed past me, one after another.

The two embraced strangely, and the crowd who passed by blankly glanced at us twice.

He hugged me and moved to the corner.

He hugged me and buried his head in the hollow of my neck: "When will we meet again?"

I said, "13 years later."

He was speechless.

After a while, he smiled and said, "It's really impossible then."

We hug again.

After I went in, when I looked back, he was still standing there. In the past, he always left resolutely, never saying goodbye, let alone lingering.Seeing him still standing there, waving to me, I felt a little warm, but I walked a few quick steps while waving, and turned away, not wanting to see him still standing there, that fluffy fat man with peach blossom eyes.

My heart is slightly sour.

Finally one time he stood still and I left, but I couldn't learn his decisiveness, so I turned back.

After entering, there were a lot of people and it was very noisy. I was glad that it was such an environment. I had no time to think. I numbly got into the car with the crowd and sat down. A handsome guy next to me gave me a warm smile. I leaned on the back of the chair, Fell asleep.

The feeling that the dust had settled allowed me to relax and I could sleep.

After ten, twenty, ten minutes, he sent a text message: "Report that you are safe when you get home."

Arrive at the station, follow the flow of people out of the station, and get on the subway.real feeling.

I texted: "I'm home. Do you miss me a little bit?"

He replied in seconds: "How do you know that there is such a little feeling for you?"

I have the right to say that there is a little bit, a little bit more.

I worked up my courage, "Have you ever cared about me?"

"I'm 47 years old, and the things I care about can kill me."

Cold water poured down on his head.

That question is impossible to ask in this life.

Before going to bed, I received a text message from him: "There are still 13 years, I hope I have another round."

I didn't reply, he gave me a bucket of ice water before, and now he gives me a flame, how long is he going to toss me.

He sent another message: "You don't know how grateful I am. I may never wait for someone in the morning on the morning bus in the sweltering wind."

Knowing that there are two heavens of ice and fire, there is still warmth in my heart.

Finally got a good night's sleep last night.Sleep soundly.