he is beautiful

Walking out of the waterfront community, I found that it was snowing today, the gray sky was slightly bright, and there were not many pedestrians on the road.

The cold wind is howling, and the broken winter scenery is everywhere, which makes the heart feel cold.

I walked aimlessly with my hands in my coat pockets, and finally went to the bar.

Drinking alone was too boring, so I asked Xiao Ye out.

This guy has been a good guy, and is now considered a good drinking buddy.

Xiao Ye pretended to be sad and wronged and poured bitter water on me, but I felt that this guy's eyes were full of spring, which was extremely moist.

According to him, there was Yuan Fan's bandit bully in the past, and Yuan Sheng's insidious schemes in the future, and his business was basically ruined. He was really forced by the two brothers to have no choice but to resign with tears in his eyes.

I sneered, and exposed him mercilessly: "What are you talking about? I think you were fucked by Yuan Fan/too submissive, and your legs are so weak that you can't get out of bed."

"Fart! You're talking nonsense! It's fine if I don't squeeze him dry, but he still has the ability to make me unable to get out of bed?!" Xiao Ye stared at me angrily, but she didn't look angry at all.

I looked at him funny and continued to drink.

We drank from day to night, until Yuan Fan came home from get off work and saw no one, and then came to pick him up following Wei Er.

Yuan Fan first took a closer look at Xiao Ye, making sure that she was fine but just drunk, and then his cold face eased a bit.

He gently pulled Xiao Ye onto his back, looked at me unkindly when he left, and said, "Don't ask him to come out to drink in the future."

I shrugged, toasted him, and gulped it down.

When I looked again, Yuan Fan had already left with Xiao Ye on his back.

He carefully avoided the crowd and protected the drunk cat on his back, and the drunk cat hugged his neck tightly, its eyes were closed, but there was a trace of a smile on the corner of its mouth.

The two of them stuck together tightly and came up with a word called "happiness".

I just watched it until I couldn't see it.

I lay half drunk and half awake on the table until someone pushed me awake and he called my name with a familiar voice.

I raised my head, squinted my eyes and looked at him, then raised my finger and poked his face, and said inarticulately: "No, I don't want to see you, I don't want to see, I see this face."

He stood where he was, without a sound.

I got up and pulled him away, staggered out, and walked out the door of the bar. I was blown hard by the cold wind, and my whole body was a little more sober.

He followed me and wanted to come forward to help me, but I pushed him away vigorously, and he tripped over the concrete pile and fell heavily to the ground.

But I was still in a trance, feeling that he was a real person for a while, and feeling that he was actually just my hallucination for a while.

So I pointed at him condescendingly and muttered unhappily: "You, you are annoying! Why are you everywhere!"

He stood up, his left ankle may have been twisted, his standing posture was somewhat unnatural, and because of the snow and mud on the ground, most of his pants were wet.

But he didn't care at all, just looked at me with a pair of dark and beautiful eyes.

I looked at his neither painful nor cold appearance, thinking that it should be another phantom, just trying to make me feel uncomfortable, but I just don't want to do what he wants!

So I ignored him, stopped two cars and left, leaving him where he was again.

At the door of my house, I got out of the car in a daze, and then found a car following me.

I watched him limping out of the car, and he watched me walk through the iron gate.

I stood behind the door and watched him turn and leave, and couldn't help but smiled wryly: "So it's really you..."

Waking up with a hangover was terrible, last night's "dreams" were terrible, and so was my mother's scolding after catching me drinking.

Everything sucks and is annoying!

The results of the final exam have not yet come out, but my mother knew my results in advance from the head teacher.

There are 23 students in the class, with a total score of 493, and the grade ranking has not yet been calculated.

Compared with my previous results, this is already an excellent test, but in terms of the reality of our province, this score is just on the edge of the batch admission line.

But my dad is Longyan Dayue, thinking that I still have the possibility of being saved.

But what makes me most happy is that my mother is no longer so determined to let me repeat a grade.

With great enthusiasm, she hired a very experienced college entrance examination consultant for me with a high salary.

Six live-in tutors, even eating and drinking, accompanied all subjects 24 hours a day (except for the 6 hours of sleep).

But my mother has not completely lost her mind. She knows that I have always been a disobedient person. If I really fight head-to-head with me, it will destroy the house.

So she asked my opinion "democratically" in advance: "Zhou Mu, let me tell you in advance that if you don't pass the repeat exam, I will definitely let you repeat it. So, you are willing to cooperate with the teachers I invited to work hard. Half a month, or a new year at that time?"

Of course I would choose the former, but it's not because of my strong desire to go to college, I just want to squeeze my spare time to the extreme.

The high-intensity make-up classes lasted from January 1rd to February 23th, which is the only day for our family of three to cook together.

My father is in politics, my mother is in business, and I, who loved violent martial arts in the first half of my life, am now actively transforming into medicine.

All three of us cook dishes with our own personal characteristics.

Therefore, our family's New Year's dinner has always been unique in shape and complex in taste. It is obvious that there are two dishes next to each other on the same table, and the quality may vary greatly.

But we have always maintained this tradition, because every year on this day, it is so interesting and warm for the family.

In the evening, some relatives and friends will come to our house one after another.

Some people played cards, some drank alcohol, some sang and danced, and some drank tea and chatted quietly.

My dad advocates tradition, so on this day, even though countless people are looking forward to it, my mother will not hold a banquet.

Without the banquet, more than half of the people who could pass through the big iron gate outside my house were wiped out.

But there are still many people, because whoever can come will come.

They all know that only on this day will my parents be able to talk better.

Even if you can't meet your request, it is very beneficial to have a little relationship with them.

We all get together and liven up until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and say Happy New Year to my parents, and then I can retire.

After the people left, my mother came to my room, gave me a big red envelope as usual, and then handed me the phone.

The mobile phone was confiscated the day the make-up class started, and I never asked her for it, not even today.

Obviously, this surprised her: "I forgot to return the phone to you today, why didn't you mention it to me?"

I took the phone over, put it aside and said, "I forgot too."

"You kids, don't you all say that you can't live without your mobile phone?"

"Really? I don't think so."

My mother looked at me, her delicate willow eyebrows frowned, and said, "Xiao Mu, what's the matter with you?"

I sat on the bed, put down the book in my hand, and looked at her sideways, innocently: "Mom, then you return the phone to me, and I won't make up lessons after the year. I just happen to have a few copies of the game that I haven't played It's over!"

The loving mother changed her face in an instant, and became the face of a vicious stepmother: "No! I will start making up lessons for me again tomorrow, and I have to hand in my mobile phone!"

I curled my lips and looked at her sadly until she closed the door and left, and the expression on my face disappeared.

I picked up the medical book on my lap and continued to read it until three o'clock in the morning, when my tired eyelids urged me to go to bed.

I turned off the light and lay on the bed, I was sleepy but still couldn't fall asleep, I tossed and turned agitatedly, and finally resigned to my fate and took the phone in my hand.

As soon as I turned it on, the phone kept ringing, and when I clicked on WeChat, countless messages rushed out.

Yuan Sheng has two.

With my fingers hanging in the air, I paused for a long time, and finally clicked in.

One from eight days ago, at 11:56 p.m.

He said, "I'm here today."

One from early this morning, 00:00.

"Happy New Years," he said.

January 1th is Yuan Sheng's birthday, a very important birthday, but I forgot.

I didn't give him a gift, nor did I say my best wishes to him.

Today is the first day of the new year, he wished me "Happy New Year", but I couldn't return him a "Happy New Year".

The phone vibrated slightly, and there were still messages coming in, but I didn't click on anyone else's messages.

I turned off the phone again, threw it at the end of the bed, and closed my eyes to sleep.

Everything was silent in the silent darkness.