old farewell

Back at the rental house, the house was tossed and messed up, as if it had just been raided by robbers.He was still furiously turning things over and falling to the ground.I have always been a bystander, watching this person ruin this place.

"What are you looking for?"

"You know what I'm looking for!" That's right, even I felt that I was asking knowingly.

"How many times do you want me to tell you, I won't pay you back."

He rushed over to throw me down and hit me with a fist, and my grievance and resentment erupted all of a sudden: "Hit it, hit it!" I didn't evade and faced him directly.Let him kick me to the ground angrily and anxiously.he's gone.At that moment, I felt like I had lost something.I didn't stop him. This time, I felt so tired that I didn't even have the strength to stop him from leaving.

The wind at the pier was very strong, and I lay on the guardrail and watched the water ripples spread out in circles.He really is gone.I don't know where he went.And I, intend to leave Argentina.I don't know what it feels like to die, will it be more painful than the feeling that I am about to abandon He Baorong?

Life still has to be lived, if you don't work, you don't have the money to leave Argentina.Maybe it's because my complexion is really bad, Zhang Wan came over with a concerned expression in my spare time: "What's wrong with you?" I didn't have the mood to pay attention to him.

"Would you like to have a drink?"

I looked up at him.He is under the window, shadows fall around.For a moment, I felt that it was He Baorong in front of me.I went to the bar with him.I don't think I'm someone who drank my sorrows away, but for this kind of rare indulgence, I just want to temporarily put aside everything related to He Baorong.

Maybe alcohol really numbs the brains of people who are in a bad mood.In the end, it was Zhang Wan who helped me back who was limp from vomiting.The chaotic scenes flashed one by one.Physically and mentally exhausted.He put me on the bed, and I could clearly feel the sound of him covering me with the quilt, pulling up the backpack, walking footsteps, and closing the door.He also left.

Is this what the literary poets said?The body and soul are separated into two parts. The soul floats in the air, and you can clearly see your body rotting.

In the next few days, I would go to the bar with Zhang Wan almost every night to pass the time.Every time I drink, he will accompany him, and sometimes he will lie quietly on the table. I always feel that his quiet temperament is incompatible with the environment of the bar.I can't help but say: "If you are tired, can you go back first?"

He suddenly raised his head and smiled at me: "No, I'm listening to those two people over there arguing." He pointed back.

I saw two locals, far away from us, "Can you hear what they are saying?"

"I can't hear you clearly, but there's going to be a fight soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them really got into a fight.I am surprised and somewhat admired. "Your ears are great!"

He told me that when he was a child, his eyes were bad, and he used his ears to communicate with others. Even after his eyes were healed, the habit did not change.Speaking of this, he smiled slyly: "The voice can't deceive people. If a person is unhappy or forced to smile, the expression can be faked so that the eyes can't see it, but the voice can't deceive people."

I found it unbelievable. He looked at me and said, "For example, you are very unhappy right now."

Even he can see it, it really is true.