Seven, the familiar voice
Days tend to be dull in the repetition of day by day. Maybe plainness is the true nature of life. They may have forgotten me. In a blink of an eye, two months have passed, and there has never been a phone call. My mobile phone is like an important person in a government agency. I don't have to do anything, but I have to pay monthly rent for it. Be more careful to protect it.
The relationship between Xiaomei and me is getting better and better, which makes me believe that we really don't need to meet before getting married in ancient times. After getting married, we can slowly cultivate feelings, and we can also grow old.
"The strange fate of dolls." What a wonderful name. The business is very good every day, and the clerk seems to have re-injected hormones because of my arrival, because Xiaomei always invites everyone to gather once a week to sing in the "Gold Coast" or go to the "Eve Tree" to dance. The whole store is unprecedentedly active.
I meet those children every day, talk to them about many topics that I don't understand, listen to some of their wishes that can never be achieved, and look at their young little faces, which makes me miss my childhood very much. Maybe missing is the privilege of the old people, but at least I see them get their beloved play. With joy, I have lived a very full life.
On this day, we went to sing again. Xiaomei's singing will always make me intoxicated. Really, is it a special favor for me to marry such a woman in life? I have been thinking like this, using this kind of thinking to exclude all the thoughts of Shuangs and accept her gentleness to me.
"Flying, why don't you always sing?" Xiaoyan said to me that every time I come to these places, I'm just the best listener...
"I'm tone-deaf, just like what you look like." I'm joking. In fact, Xiaoyan is still good-looking, which belongs to the pure and lovely type. This sentence naturally came in exchange for her pink fist attack, and everyone smiled happily.
"What do you sing? Let me order it for you." Xiaomei looked at me very seriously. This kind of look has always been my resistance. It's just a look that makes me feel that she is like that lotus flower. I can joke with women all over the world, but to her, I can only play from afar...
"Are you afraid that we will laugh at you? We are so familiar with you. We will give you face." It's Xiaoyan again. She is the treasure in my store.
"I can only sing the ** part, and I can't sing the rest." I joked that happiness is so simple. As long as you don't mind, you can let it go.
In this way, they sang songs, I drank my wine, and quietly experienced the tranquility in this noise. Gradually, I heard songs from several private rooms next to me. Everyone was looking for something that resist boredom and loneliness in such a place. Everyone was deliberately forgetting to live in reality and enjoy it. I dance and sing to my heart's content, but I don't know what I'm singing and who I'm dancing for.
A very familiar voice came over. I felt dizzy in my head. I thought I had drunk too much, but the song was getting louder and louder. It seemed to be frost, but this idea was fleeting. It was impossible... How could it be so coincidental?