The world is cool

Yu Qingzhou sat across from me, like a time traveler from a space a few years ago.

I asked him, "Do I have to wear a police uniform?"

He nodded: "I feel safe."

The small road barbecue in the evening is crowded with people, and no one pays attention to whether the person sitting in the corner of the shop is the owner of the shop or whether a certain brother in uniform is genuine or a copycat—the meat skewers are too big.Similarly, I don't pay attention to them. At the moment when I sat opposite Yu Qingzhou, it was like being covered by a glass cover within a radius of one meter, and all the noise was shielded, and the whole world was quiet as if it was about to perish.I tried to find out the source of this unusual atmosphere, and later found that it grew out of my heart, with the familiar smile of the bastard.

I don't like to recall the past, I don't like to be in prison, and even more so when I'm out. I try to convince myself that as long as you look forward and don't look back, everything that happened behind will be forever buried in dust.But this kind of self-hypnosis has a fatal flaw, and now, this flaw is sitting across from me.

Yu Qingzhou is like the connecting point of two completely independent dimensions, connecting the previous and connecting the next.

"Oh, what kind of songs are you singing in the mountains..." The pull tab of the can of beer was snapped open, and there was a puff, which refreshed the mind, so that the bastard's plaintive voice came to my ears, "I think back in the past, all of you Look down on me..."

The nostalgia that was finally brewing is like soap bubbles in the sun, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Go out and turn left ten meters and there is an uncovered well, jump into it, maybe you can dream of going back to the Qing Dynasty and become addicted to the emperor." Axiu brought up the grilled meat skewers, and I pushed in front of Yu Qingzhou , "Try it."

The bastard picked up a bunch, didn't finish his mouth, but looked at it carefully: "Grilled by Huadiao?"

I couldn't help but raise my forehead: "Well, why, are you going to worship for a few more minutes?"

The bastard is naturally not a polite master, and after a while, iron sticks were lying all over the table.

"It tastes good," the bastard gulped down a sip of beer, then narrowed his eyes comfortably, "I didn't expect you to have this skill."

I dare not take credit: "The secret recipe was obtained by Rong Kai."

The bastard looked at me: "Then what are you responsible for?"

I looked back without guilt: "Reception."

The bastard laughed angrily: "Dare you be the representative of NO.17?"

I shrugged my shoulders: "I can't help it. No one else is happy to see you. The one who hides in the back kitchen hides in the back kitchen, the cat cashier at the cat cashier, and the one who just stayed at home today. Maybe it's a prophet."

The corner of the bastard's mouth twitched twice: "Then I have to thank you."

I was amused, the subtle gloomy mood I had when I saw this guy for the first time gradually began to clear up.

The encounters in life are like the Christmas tree that often appears in foreign family carnival movies. There are many colorfully wrapped presents piled under it. If you don’t open it, you will never know what will be inside.

Seven years ago, I stripped and spun around in front of this man.

Seven years later, I'm sitting in my shop having a drink with this man.

"How do you know we're here?" After drinking for three rounds and chatting a lot, I just remembered this.

The bastard gave me a disdainful look, and then sighed, the kind of head-shaking sigh that can stimulate people's desire to beat: "You really think that after you get out of prison, it's fish swimming back to the sea. I've never seen animals released to protect animals on TV. You have to put a tracker on the wings for tracking and observation."

After pondering for a few seconds, I realized something: "How many co-authors belong to the security blacklist?"

"Grassroots work is not easy, we have to guard against incipient things," the bastard patted me on the shoulder earnestly, "Who made the ratio of second-time crimes higher than new crimes?"

Glancing at the dog's paw on my shoulder, I ground my back molars and said, "Believe it or not, I'll pierce you with an iron stick."

The bastard snorted, retracted his arms, and squinted at me: "Tsk, why has your bad temper persisted for decades?"

I am so depressed: "I have a bad temper? You, old man, forget about yourself!"

The bastard touched my wine glass with a beer can, and smiled mischievously: "So we two are the best, we have similar tastes."

I wanted to wipe his neck with a knife and smear blood on his face: "Brother, do you have to bring someone else to praise yourself..."

Until the end, the bastard didn't say a few human words, because it was rare, so I remembered it very vividly.He said that those like you who come out and form gangs are actually the key monitoring targets, because most of them are restless, but you are an exception.He said to tell you the truth, I never thought that you two could get mixed up like this.I often get my heart out with people, but Yu Qingzhou is not in this range. I have known each other for seven years and competed for five years. I never thought that one day I would have this kind of thought: Fortunately, the discipline of No.17 is a bastard.Then, he told the other party face to face.

When we parted, the night was already deep.

The store closed early, not to mention the customers, even Axiu and the little lunatic had already gone back to their respective homes to find their respective mothers.The bastard is off tomorrow, so this grandson dragged me to vomit all the bitterness that I could vomit. Yes, after a long absence, the guard dragged the prisoner to vomit bitterness. This is also a strange story.Unfulfilling work, unsatisfactory blind dates, parents who don't understand, and friends who are not righteous, I found that this guy's role change doesn't take time at all, it's an absolute miracle.

Standing at the door of the store, I felt a little bit reluctant, so the big saying came out from the bottom of my heart: "Come and play when you have nothing to do."

The bastard waved his back to me, and seemed to whisper something, but was blown away by the night wind.

The street lamps dragged his shadow long, but it didn't cast any desolation, at most it was emotion or relief.The past time is like a river, you think you can't cross it, but in fact you have arrived at Xintiandi in a blink of an eye, you think you have crossed it, but in fact it is always flowing in your heart.

Back in the store, I put the messy cups and plates on the table back to the back kitchen.Unexpectedly, I would be startled as soon as I opened the door. I saw a cluster of fluorescent light floating faintly in the darkness where I couldn't see my fingers, against a face whose facial features could not be seen clearly. I looked up with the light, and the face also slowly turn to me slowly...

So I hate big screen phones!

With one hand free, I managed to touch the light switch. With the flickering of the incandescent lamp, the back kitchen was finally as bright as day.

"Don't call me Huahua, but beggar instead!" Father was frightened to death.

Throwing the plate into the sink angrily, I calmed down my heartbeat before I began to wonder: "Why didn't you go back with the little lunatic?"

Huahua got up from the stool in the corner, expressionless, neither sleepy nor energetic, just as calm as Silent Hill, eerie.Fortunately, it was normal to hand it over: Is it over?

I nodded: "Well, everyone is gone."

Huahua didn't say anything else, she picked up the rag and passed me to leave the back kitchen, and after a while, she returned with the rest of the dishes.

I knew he had finished clearing the table, so I said: "There is no need to wash the dishes, let's talk about it tomorrow morning after soaking."

Huahua didn't object, put the phone back into her pocket and started washing her hands.

He still didn't answer the question of why I didn't leave, but maybe it wasn't a problem at all, just didn't want to leave, or was waiting for me.Comparing the two, the latter seems more likely.This is not my narcissism, but, it may be like what Zhou Cheng said in a small chat, Huahua is a little too dependent on me, this kind of dependence is not material or cannot take care of herself without you, but a spiritual one. This kind of dependence, according to Zhou Cheng, this kind of dependence is not bad, but it will make Huahua involuntarily alienate or even cut off her relationship with others.

If I put it in the past, I would be complacent about the trust I got, but now, I'm really a little worried.What's worse, most of the time I don't know what he is thinking.Although Huahua asked me to ask him if I wanted to know, but I am not a woman, I can't speculate on other people's thoughts all day long, and even if I ask, if I don't want to answer, he will be like just now , just ignore it.So the current situation has become, Zhou Cheng and the little lunatic think that Huahua is close to me, and I also believe that Huahua is the closest to me, but I still don't know him, and even if I want to know, I can't start.

There was a bit of wind on the way home, and the alcohol kicked in. After taking a bath, the alcohol dissipated a little, but I became more sleepy.Yawning, she came out of the bathroom and wandered back to the bedroom, where Huahua was studying the menu on her stomach, concentrating on it.

I threw myself into the bed, raised my hand and patted his curly hair: "You don't have to work so hard."

Huahua shook her head lightly, put down her book, and picked up her phone: It's not enough.

I tilted my head and looked at the phone screen, frowned and thought for a long time, still not sure whether he was talking about the level of cooking skills or something else.

Apparently Huahua wasn't interested in this topic, so she simply changed it: What did you and Yu Qingzhou talk about?

I sighed, and poked my finger on the screen vigorously: "Dare you write the name correctly once!"

Huahua ignored me and continued to obsess over this question.

I had no choice but to try my best to put together the trivial fragments: "It's nothing, just how to live after being released from prison, how to get here today, and his messy things, anyway, this is not going well and that is not going well, life is just a cup What the hell, I suspect he doesn't have any friends, otherwise how could he hold back so many words and wait to tell us..."

Huahua twitched the corner of her mouth and typed quickly: I didn't tell us.

My black line: "...Your brother is popular."

Good relationship in prison?

"How is it possible?" I hesitated for a moment without directly denying this terrible conjecture, "Have you ever seen a cat and a mouse get along well?"

Huahua became puzzled, as if she was trying to think about the transition point between a bad relationship and talking and drinking.

"Hurry up and take a shower." I kicked him to save him from wasting his brain cells on things that I didn't even think about.

Huahua frowned at me, and after a while, she got up reluctantly and went to the bathroom.

I could tell that Huahua was unhappy, but I had no clue as to the source of the unhappiness.This is not the first time this has happened, so I didn't take it seriously, turned over to find a comfortable position, and brewed a sound sleep with peace of mind.

I don’t know how long it has passed, it may be a very short time, or it may be a long time. I am half asleep and half awake. I have no clear concept. I only vaguely realized that it was Huahua who came back from the bath, but I didn’t want to move. Anyway, I didn’t occupy his half of the bed. .

Trembling and a slight sense of unbalance came from beneath her body, it was Huahua who had gone to bed.

My consciousness is gradually drifting away, like falling into the deep sea, sinking little by little...

A refreshing scent of soap burst into the flowing air, softly slowing down my falling speed.There was a subtle touch on the lips, first it was itchy like a feather flicking, and then it was slowly pressed down, the coolness turned into warmth.