The world is cool

The road leads to the sky: So like us, weekends are the busiest?

Huahua: Yes.

The road leads to the sky: Are you the only apprentice?

Huahua: No, there are more than a dozen.

Dalutongtian: Are you a restaurant or a chef school...

Huahua: The hotel is huge, haha.

……

Huahua: What about people?

Dalutongtian: The first time I saw you so happy, I imagined it, it was scary [sweating]

Huahua: Then you just have to get used to it [showing teeth]

Road to Heaven: [Black Line]

Huahua: By the way, you said Rong Kai helped you apply for your QQ account?

Dalu Tongtian: Well, I don’t know much about this thing, and now I’ve been typing for a long time, and my fingers still feel cramped.

Huahua: Then he also created the QQ name?

Dalutongtian: I logged in like this, and I didn't like to change it.

Huahua: Oh.

Dalutongtian: Oh, what do you mean...

Huahua: It's okay.

The road leads to the sky: Say it!

Huahua: Uh, it’s quite a feeling.

Dalutongtian: Domineering, right?

Huahua: The takeaway is a bit lacking...

Dalutongtian: Fuck, I've only been out for a few days and I've learned badly, so I'll return my rare flower! ! !

Huahua: Hahahaha.

Huahua: Brother, I have to go to a meeting, we will talk again when I come back tonight.

The road leads to the sky: Are you still in a meeting?Where the hell are you, isn't it a pyramid scheme? ? ?

Huahua: Summarize the regular meeting every Monday, don’t worry, it’s guaranteed to be legal [laughs]

The road leads to the sky: what can be summed up in a broken hotel...

Huahua: Let's go [wave]

The road leads to the sky: Well, 88.

"Feng Yiyi, you are dreaming of marrying a wife this afternoon? You are as happy as a mouse." The little lunatic wandered to the living room while nibbling on an apple, and glanced at my computer screen from a distance, "What are you doing, look at Xiao Zema Leah?"

"You know a lot." I rolled my eyes angrily, got up and stretched my muscles.

The little lunatic sat down on the sofa, grabbed the remote control and turned on the TV: "If you want me to say, you can also change to a laptop, and you can just lie down and play."

"Just buy a laptop for a QQ, unless my brain is flooded." Pulling back the curtains that had been closed due to the reflection of the screen, the room was suddenly sunny.

The little lunatic shook his head and sighed: "So this person is old and can't keep up with the times."

I clasped my hands together, very pious: "Hurry up and let the times abandon me, I wish for it."

The little lunatic looked at me for a few seconds, then suddenly grinned mischievously: "That's right, as long as Huahua wants you."

The expression froze on my face, I didn't smile, I didn't smile, I suddenly felt inexplicably embarrassed.

"How's he doing recently?" It's rare that the little lunatic didn't take advantage of the victory to chase after him, and instead chatted about homework.

I secretly let out a long sigh of relief: "It's still like that, it looks like I have a lot of energy in studying."

"Oh," the little lunatic nodded, "How many years does he have to learn?"

"I don't know." I frowned and thought about it, "His place is not a school, so there should be no special time limit."

"Then how many years does he plan to study?"

"How would I know."

The little lunatic smiled, light and subtle, quite charming with Zhou Cheng: "I thought you would ask."

It is said that two people will look alike after staying together for a long time, and it seems to be true.

So what kind of person does Huahua stay with now?A talkative, cheerful, positive, but slightly unfamiliar Huahua.

He's happy, I can feel it, so I'm happy for him too.Now I believe that the path he chose is correct, so I am even more glad that I did not do unnecessary things at the beginning.

When will I come back, the little madman wants to know, and I want to know too, but I am not as confident as the little madman, so I may ask one more question before that, do you still plan to return?

This second half of the year I've been a little confused, but it's not so muddled, but it's really muddled, so that when the little lunatic asked me for New Year's money, I didn't feel real.Those two people said that you can't do this, why don't you and Sister Zou deal with it quickly.When I said this, I had been officially with Sister Zou for four months, kissed and touched, but never had a real fight.It's not a serious reason, it's just that I don't think it's enough.

I have a problem with this person, I have to be pushed for everything, and I don't like to move if I don't push.When I was young, I was definitely the one who saved homework for the winter and summer vacations until the last day. When I came out to steal a car, I had to wait for a sum of money to spend and my pockets to be clean before returning to the rivers and lakes. I know to plan ahead. That's right, but knowing doesn't mean doing it.So even if the little lunatic Zhou Cheng and the others urged me, I was a little bit more active, but I still didn't really start to do it.It wasn't until Sister Zou called from her hometown, and while paying New Year's greetings, she revealed that relatives in her hometown introduced a man to her, and the overall conditions were not bad.I understand what she means, women can't afford to wait, she urgently needs to find a reliance now, this reliance is a combination of emotion, material and long-term future.

At a critical moment, I went with my feelings again. Usually this is something that people under 30 years old will do. Usually when I am this age, I should be simple and pragmatic like Sister Zou, but it is useless to think clearly in my heart, yes What I said on the phone was apologies and blessings.

Years later, the restaurant recruited another waiter—Sister Zou didn’t come back. According to Axiu, there will be a wedding in May, and the date has been fixed.

You see, no one is more efficient than me in getting things done.Therefore, since ancient times, those who have achieved great things have been decisive and decisive, and those who are struggling like me are destined to be petty citizens.

Dalutongtian: Did the old man scold you again?

Huahua: It's not the old man, it's the master.

Dalutongtian: It's yours, not mine.

Huahua: Aren't you my brother?

Dalutongtian: Damn, good things are not my turn!

Huahua: [Laughs]

Dalu Tongtian: Does he just scold you or scold everyone he arrests?

Huahua: You scold them all, but scold me the hardest.

Dalu Tongtian: Why, oh, just bully this one who can't talk back!

Huahua: No, he may have high expectations of me.

Big Road: [Black Line] I've always thought that feeling good about myself was just for little lunatics.

Huahua: Hehe.

Dalutongtian: What are you busy with, why do you feel like it takes a long time to answer each time?

Huahua: I have nothing else to do, but typing is a bit slow today.

Dalutongtian: I only heard that practice makes perfect speed up, but I have never seen one that can slow down.

The road leads to the sky: what about people?

Huahua: I started chopping vegetables yesterday...

Dalu Tongtian: [Rolls eyes] You won't cut slowly! ! !

Huahua: The master said that good knife skills are achieved by practicing like this. If you don't cut your fingers three or five times, you can't be a good cook.

The road leads to the sky: What a fucking fallacy!

Huahua: Brother, trust me, my master is really good.

The road leads to the sky: How awesome is it?Throwing a basket of fruit up and he can stab everyone like a ninja?

Huahua: It is possible.

The road leads to the sky: ...

If I hadn't made an appointment with Yu Qingzhou, I would have spent the whole night trying my best to rescue the silly flower from the quagmire - Nima's personality cult is terrible!

Huahua left, Zhou Cheng, the little lunatic, united the front, I searched and searched in my boring life, and found that the only one who can play together is the bastard.However, this one is still very busy, and after a few months of appointments, the other end is not scheduled.

Turn off the computer, get dressed and go out, and when I arrive at the buffet restaurant where the bastard ordered me to eat, it happens to be exactly eight o'clock as agreed.I took a glass of beer for myself, and when the baijiu was sipped in small sips and finally reached the bottom of the glass, that guy came over.

I haven't seen him for a few months, but Yu Qingzhou is still the same. To be exact, he is always the same every time he appears, which makes people have to wonder whether time in the prison is still.

"Have you been here for a long time?" The bastard took off his down jacket and put it on the stool next to him, then sat down with a dusty look on his face.

"I don't know what time you made the appointment." I glanced at him, "Are you a thief in the middle of the night?"

"You really guessed half right." The bastard rubbed his palms to drive away the cold, "But it wasn't me who was the thief, it was something lost in a prison cell."

Well, these words sound fresh: "What can be lost in the cell? Was the window stolen or the radiator removed?"

Yu Qingzhou approached me: "A prisoner's pillow is gone."

My heart skipped a beat, and it took me a while to realize, Nima is a pillow, not a head, why are you talking so creepy!

"How much is this thing worth, and what happened later, did you solve the case?"

"It's broken. The same prisoner did it. He untied the thread that sewed the pillow. The rice husk inside was poured out of the window, and the rest of the pillow was folded and stuffed under the sheet."

It almost sounded like a fantasy to me: "Then what is he planning?"

The bastard shrugged: "Maybe it's fun."

After so many years, has the life inside become so boring... Turning his head silently, there is nothing but sadness and tears.

After we exchanged greetings, Yu Qingzhou and I brought back four plates each, and then we started drinking and chatting seriously.In fact, we don’t have many topics to talk about. After all, our lives don’t intersect, and we can talk in two directions—reminiscing about the past and talking about the present in detail.

"Hua Diao is gone?" I told the bastard all the interesting or gossip-worthy things in the past six months, but he was only interested in the past half a year ago, "When did it happen?"

I don't like to think about it, but I can't hold back the memory: "Last spring."

"Damn, it's been a year." The bastard was very surprised, and it wasn't pretending.

I don't know how to continue, should I praise him for his good arithmetic?So I can only stuff things in my mouth, all kinds of things that can't be named.

The bastard was still immersed in his emotions, pondered for a long time, patted my shoulder, and said with emotion: "You are quite willing."

I paused the fight with the crab, with black lines all over my face: "It's not like sending my son to the battlefield."

The bastard curled his lips disapprovingly: "Didn't you always treat him as a treasure before? I really thought you could cherish him for the rest of your life."

Feeling a little mixed in my heart, I wiped my hands, drank half a glass of beer, and then let out a sigh of relief: "The child will grow up one day."

The bastard was overjoyed: "Yes, my father is possessed again."

I kicked him under the table half a meter with the stool.

Because I really don't have anything to talk about, so the rest of the time is spent talking about bastards, such as what new policies are in the prison, how the prisoners of this crop have changed compared to ours then, and so on.At the end of the chat, only the bastard's personal problems remained.

"We're not a few years apart, I can't find an excuse, how can you still place an order." I pinched my fingers and calculated, "How many years has it been since I went in to come out and now, what's the matter, are you Make up your mind to play tricks with your buddies."

The bastard really dared to climb along the pole: "Yes, so it's for this friendship, don't you have to show it?"

"Fart." I despised this shameless behavior, "You have high vision."

"That's not true," the bastard said with a serious face, "From the bottom of my heart, I really want to start a family, and I've been on blind dates countless times, but I haven't met one that makes me want to go down. It's fucking evil."

I felt a little sympathetic to him: "Could it be that your focus is on work..."

Before I finished speaking, I was interrupted by the bastard: "Don't flatter me like that, I'm going to work like I'm going to a funeral, I don't know what to do every day."

After thinking about it for a while, I realized: "The word "Life without interest in life" is just for you."

The bastard sighed, looking like he had resigned himself to his fate, picked up the glass and took a sip of beer, and suddenly remembered something: "Hey, there are a few good ones in my blind date, if I introduce them to you, the fat will not flow It's an outsider's field."

"Is this thing still changing hands?" I asked blackly, "Besides, I just finished dating you, an official meal, and when I turned around, it was me, who had eaten prison meals. The gap is too big."

The bastard snorted, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, and after a short while, spewed out a beautiful smoke ring: "You've got money these days, who cares what the hell you eat."

It was late at night after we got together with the bastard, and it was very difficult for the two of us to live in the south and the north, so he didn't pretend to send me off in his second-hand off-road jeep.In the taxi, I kept feeling sleepy, but I couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, and the more I squinted, the more disgusting I became, and finally I just got up and sat up straight.

It is said that people like nostalgia when they get old. I don’t want to admit it, but that bastard who was so good-natured many years ago was always running around in my brain disobediently, from the depths of my memory. Run out, occupy the present moment, no matter how hard you rush, you can’t go back.Did you say the bastard has changed?Not to mention that the dead appearance is still lacking, even the living conditions are exactly the same as many years ago.But you said the bastard hasn't changed, so why can't it overlap with the guy in memory?

We have all changed, become calm, become numb, become tired, become vicissitudes.

When I was 30 years old, I could fight others desperately because of Huahua being burned by cigarette butts. Now, when I see a beggar on the street, I will stay far away.

When I was about to get home, I took out my mobile phone to check the time, only to find a new text message, probably from Yu Qingzhou and I having dinner, the restaurant was too noisy to hear it.

[Have you eaten yet?The bastard is still like that? 】

I bet Huahua has no interest in Yu Qingzhou at all, the reason why she texted here is 100% because she has nothing to do at night and is bored.

But now it's meaningless to reply, because it's out of date.

I put the phone back in my pocket, just as the car was downstairs, I paid the driver, got out of the car and went upstairs.

Because it was late at night, I was extra careful when I opened the door, for fear of making noises that would disturb my sleep.As a result, as soon as I stepped into the entrance, I knew that I was worrying too much. It was late at night, but no one fell asleep.

When the two of them went to bed, they had a bad habit, that is, they did not consider the feelings of the neighbors at all when they were in bed. I suspect that this is a fault that fell when they were in prison. I closed my eyes, so I didn't restrain myself at the time, and I got used to what I listened to. Today, the two of them reunited, and the routine remains the same.However, these two people also have one of the few advantages, that is, they will never pronounce syllables other than onomatopoeia.For example, the common ones in pornographic films are Hurry Up, So Comfortable, Don’t, You’re Clamping Me So Tightly, etc. Outrageous, none of them, just a silent hard worker, occasionally whistling twice, a hmm hmm Very rhythmic, occasionally replaced by ah.

I tiptoed back to the bedroom, closed the door softly, threw myself into the big bed, and let out a long and comfortable breath.

The alcohol was a little bit up, and I didn't want to move much. Although I knew rationally that I should change clothes, wash my face and brush my teeth, my body was so lazy that I couldn't even lift a finger.

The next door is still dry, now the wall is separated, and it is clearer.It's not a good habit to listen to the corner, but it can't stop it from actively running into your ears.Gradually, I don't know which point touched the memory, I remembered the time when Huahua fell ill and attacked me.What is fixed in history is that he kissed me, touched me, and then I was kicked till I saw blood.But what if I didn't kick...

Fine, I'm fucking reacting again, and my fingers, which I couldn't lift just now, slipped into my pants on their own.

Closing my eyes, I rubbed up familiarly, light where it should be light, heavy where it should be heavy, fast when it should be fast, slow when it should be slow... I made myself fast with just one hand. Immortal.

If you don't kick...

I think that's how it should be.