Three, indulge in sex

The days have changed from the freshness of returning home to calmness. The small bag has never called back. Every day, I am immersed in the memory of the past. I seem to have become another small bag. The two-month agreement has already passed. I often go to the bar alone to drink. When I drink too much, I go home and go to bed. Every morning, it is always Get up on time and eat the breakfast delivered to me by Xiaomei. It's natural to get used to it...

"Don't drink all the time. It's not good for your health. There is one person in my store to buy goods. Please help me." She looked at me drunk and it was difficult for me to say this sentence.

I looked at her with red eyes and said sarcastically, "What kind of treatment are you going to give me, boss?"

She didn't talk any more, just looked at me. This look made me feel guilty...

Two months have passed. I have met some new friends. Every day, I hear my mother ask me to do something serious. She tells me to pay more attention to the people around me and cherish it. I know what she says to me, but I can't do anything. Some people say, "God only arranges men to love once. If they miss it, they disappear." So my love has already turned into flying catkins in thousands of thoughts, and has long been separated into hell with the tears of parting.

Later, I kept meeting new girlfriends in the bar. The moment of excitement made me happy, but I never slept outside. Even if it was midnight, as long as I vented, I would go back to my small room tiredly, because I wanted to eat the breakfast she made for me, or It is a trace of regret after venting, and even the disgust makes me eager to find a place where my soul is clean. Those women, in my heart, are like a horse barrel. When I use it, I will take it out. After using it, I will throw it under the bed. Without frost, I have long forgotten that it was for The butterfly in the dream flew away from the company. Now I'm just a bug. I hate myself now, but I can't control it. It turns out that all desires are addictive. Once indulge, it's really hard to stop!

Of course, Xiaomei also knows about me. She changed from the excitement that I began to come back to silence. She looked at me calmly every day. This calmness permeates what kind of disappointment and pain it is. I can't experience it. I know better that here, she is the target of tens of thousands of people, and I, how can I be - but It was her childhood memory that made her obsessed with me. She believed that one day I would become the flying of the past and fly with her happiness.

On this day, I was also drinking in a bar, talking about the same pornographic jokes as the young lady there, hypocritically talking about love and love, as if love is just a concept for me now, not a feeling anymore. But she came to me. In this scene, she stood next to her and said nothing. There were tears in her eyes. The tears reminded me of her who was stubborn when I was a child. Her snow-white spring clothes made her stand out so outstanding. I still didn't have any expression, as if I never knew her. It's not that I wanted to hit her. She, but I don't know what words and actions to use to deal with this scene, so I have to amplify the laughter and pretend not to care...

"Xiaomei, have a bar with me." Laipi Xiaosan next to her began to speak and pulled her over.

"Lai San, if you don't want to fight, just roll away." After saying that, I picked up a glass of wine in my hand and pulled it out to him. Lai San returned to his seat with great interest. After this small episode, I had to pull her out.

"What's wrong with you? You can't come to this place. Go back quickly." After saying that, I'm going back to the bar to continue drinking...

"Can you accompany me? Today is my birthday." Xiaomei didn't move next to her.

Five years, how many memories have been saved? I have even forgotten her birthday. I still remember that every birthday when I was a child, I always gave her gifts, slingshots I made myself, won bullets, and all kinds of cards. Now, what do I still remember? It's just that whenever I'm drunk, the frost flashes in front of me, and everything else is so vague.

I smiled sadly, "Today is your birthday, I'm sorry, I forgot."

"It doesn't matter. There are too many things you have forgotten. There is no difference in this one"... She is still the stubborn girl in her bones.