Wu Xie, see you!

The old unit door gradually approached in my field of vision.Poker Bottle slowly stepped on the brakes and stopped right in front of the door.Out of the corner of his eye, he could only see his side face, not his expression.He looked ahead, let go of the steering wheel, shifted gears, put his hands on it, then took a breath, and then exhaled softly. It sounded like a slight sigh, which made my heart twitch. .

We are like this, listening to the sound of the engine, silent.This atmosphere seemed to bring me back to the second floor of the LiveHouse bar in an instant, but this time the feeling was stronger. I was forced into the water by someone, and that person tied a huge stone to my heart.In an instant, I sank to the bottom of the water, and the water pressure from all directions squeezed the last breath of oxygen in my lungs.But within a few seconds, I couldn't take it anymore and turned to look at him.He also turned to look at me.

"Small……"

"Wu..."

We spoke and shut up almost at the same time.Maybe it was just a few days ago that I couldn't help but laugh and ask him what he wanted to say and let him go first.But at this moment, all the plots in those TV shows that are anxious to death appear in my mind, and the person who always speaks first will take the lead.So I looked at him, didn't speak, and said silently in my heart: Come on, let me talk first, tell me now, let me talk first...

Probably this kind of silent recitation really has an impact on people's subconscious, or maybe my eyes and expression are too urgent and sincere.Poker bottle hesitated for a moment, then lifted his chin slightly towards me.Seeing that he wanted me to speak first, I quickly poured out all the words I could think of as if I had been pardoned: "Brother, you see that it took you so late today, thank you for taking me home, you go back and drive Be careful, go to bed early when you get home, and enjoy the weekend, then, then I'll go up." Then he raised his hand to put on the doorknob.

Poker-face looked at me for a while, lowered his eyes, nodded, and then looked up at me again: "Okay, you also go to bed early."

I smiled at him and said, "Good night." After he responded with "um", I quickly hugged my backpack and opened the doorknob.

"Wu Xie."

However, just when I was about to push the car door open, he stopped me again, in a tone that seemed to suddenly remind him of something else to say.The taiko master was simply too tenacious, even though he was tied up by a boulder, he still struggled to knock on the drum.I don't know what he's going to say, but I have a gut feeling - whatever he's going to say, I don't want to hear at all, can't know.

The movement of pushing the door was fixed there, and I turned around stiffly: "Ah... what's wrong?"

Unexpectedly, Pokerfing suddenly unbuckled his seat belt, held down the center console with his left hand, and leaned towards me.I held my breath for an instant, and dodged to the side, only to realize that his eyes were looking at the back seat of the car, and his hand was also stretched towards the direction behind me, as if he was going to grab something.I was relieved, and I cursed myself in my heart, I should take medicine for being so sick!I cleared my throat and pretended to be calm: "Brother, what do you want?"

He moved away from the hand holding the hollow console and pressed it against the back of my chair so that he could lean out further.Maybe because I was holding my breath, I didn't exhale until I heard the sound of the paper bag rattling, and said to me: "Your clothes and shoes." After speaking, he sat back, faced me sideways, and handed over two paper bags.

I froze for a moment, then remembered that I still had clothes, and quickly smiled at him: "Oh, I forgot again. You can tell me how convenient it is for me to get out of the car. By the way, I haven't said thank you to you yet. Please do the laundry for me... I'm sorry." I stretched out my hand as I spoke, intending to take over the paper bag, and carefully tried to grab the spare part of the rope, but there were too few spare parts, and it was still unavoidable. Grabbed a little of his hand.I don't know if it was blown by the air conditioner, but his hands were a little cold.I felt a little embarrassed, but I didn't dare to show it, I pretended nothing happened, and tried to maintain my original expression.However, Poker-Face didn't let go immediately, and just looked at me like that, so that I almost couldn't even look at each other, so I finally shook my head, said "No trouble", slowly let go, and withdrew my hand back.

"Then...then I'll go up...bye, little brother."

Seeing him nodding, I quickly put the paper bag and backpack in my arms with one hand, and pushed the car door completely open with the other, wanting to get out quickly.But as soon as he leaned out, his body was restrained by something, and he couldn't move.I was stunned, and when I realized it, my facial features were all twisted together.Hurry up!Damn, you remember to wear your seat belt when you get in the car, but you also remember to untie it when you get out of the car!

Before I turned my hands to press the safety buckle, I suddenly heard a "click", and the restraint on my body was relieved.I looked back, and Poker Face was leaning over and saying, "Seat belt." His right hand was still holding the plug that had been pushed out.

My first reaction was, why don't you let go?Then I felt that I was a SB. If I let go, the seat belt will automatically retract, and the plug will hit somewhere.How careful this person is... I quickly sat upright, put the things on my lap, took the seat belt, opened my hands lightly, and said with a dry smile: "Look at my brain, then this time it's really goodbye. "

Poker bottle nodded: "Go up."

When I finally got out of the car, I closed the door and waved my hand at him.This time, I didn't care about manners anymore. I turned around and borrowed the light from the headlights. I almost trotted up the stairs. When I reached the second floor, I turned on the corridor lights.I don't know why I was in such a hurry, I frantically looked for the keys in the bag, but I couldn't hold it firmly, and a paper bag fell out of my hand and fell to the ground.In the middle of the night, there was a "slap" in the corridor, and it fell loudly, causing an echo.I gritted my teeth, but insisted on finding the key to open the door before bending down to pick it up.

When I entered the house, I habitually raised my hand to press the switch of the porch light, but the light did not turn on. "Huh?" I was so surprised that I made a sound directly.I froze for a while, and pressed it several times repeatedly, but it still didn't light up.

I rely on such a back!The lamp is broken?

But at this time, the sensor light in the corridor was on time and went out.This kind of situation inevitably reminds people of the plots in those crime movies... it is better to be cautious.I quickly closed the door with my backhand.I have a lot of things in my hand, I just want to turn on the light quickly, without taking out my phone to illuminate it, and walking to the room after adapting to the darkness in a blink of an eye.After all, I had already been familiar with the structure of the room, so I walked into the big room quite smoothly, fumbled to find the switch on the wall, and pressed it.

"Ok?"

What the hell!The lights are out?

Of course not!Could it be... a power outage?But although this community is old, the electricity has never been cut off since I moved in.To... What's going on?Not to mention ghost movies, I directly forced myself to block the area in my brain that is responsible for storing Sadako, Hanako, and Nanako (?), so that I could concentrate on suppressing the horrors in crime movies that were constantly playing out in my mind Fragment, don't let yourself think about whether a little black man in Conan will suddenly appear from a certain corner and cut me unconscious behind my back.When I woke up, I found that I had been tied up, and he was calling my parents with white teeth and big gold teeth, demanding a ransom of several million, or he would tear up the ticket.Because I still have a sock in my mouth, I want to say to him, "Honey! My family really has no money! Don't scare my parents! In fact, I have a very rich boy. If you ask him for the ransom, I will give it to you." Did you give it a good review?" It doesn't work.

I tried to calm down as much as possible, and started to think about it: I haven't slept well these two days, and the lamp has been turned on all the time.When I left in the morning...it didn't seem to be turned off?Or did you "forget" to turn it off because the light was "off" when you got up?Thinking about it this way, the air conditioner seems to be... not turned off?I didn’t hear the sound when I left, so I didn’t think about it at all... So I thought of a possibility-the electric card is empty!

When I moved in, Xiaohua said that someone had recharged it, and the battery was very rich.I don't know much about this kind of thing, I don't know how long it can last, I don't care at all, and I haven't bought electricity until now!In any case, the meter must be checked out.I walked into the room in the dark, quickly put the things in my hand on the sofa, took out my mobile phone, and walked back to the door with the light.There is an electric switch box on the wall next to the gate in the hall. I still think by chance that there is still the possibility of tripping.As a result, as soon as I stretched my arms to open the lid, there were three knocks on the door next to me, which made me tremble with fright.If this is a silent film, I think the audience will think that my electric switch box cover is leaking electricity when they see me like this!

I was startled, covered in white sweat, the boulders tied to the taiko master were all broken, and the speed of knocking was almost as fast as "The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku".In the middle of the night...is the little black man finally showing up? !But why is it different from the script setting, it is quite polite to know to knock on the door... Damn knock on the ass, I scared my father to death!

I kept opening the switch box cover, held my breath and stared at the door with my head tilted, and began to quickly search my memory, wondering if there was any "weapon" around me that could be used as a self-defense attack.I really regret that I was too careless to move in, and I didn't install a security door because I thought it was troublesome.There is no cat's eye on the broken wooden door for me to look at, no, it's usually not good to look at this kind of time... If I look at it, maybe there is no one outside, or there are blood red spots or eyeballs or something?That's not how it works in movies!

The knock on the door paused for a while, and then there were three more "knock knocks"... Just when the area in my brain that was shielded by me for storing Sadako, Hanako, and Nanako (?) was about to resume operation, the person outside the door "Little Negro" called me.

"Wu Xie?"

I shivered subconsciously, my heart almost exploded.Although there were only two words, I recognized it right away, this voice, whoever it is, is it not the dull oil bottle who received a thousand knives!After recognizing who it was, I couldn't laugh or cry, and a complex emotional reaction suddenly occurred in my heart. I was puzzled, angry, and surprised.Anger is for most of the night, you really scared the rhythm of me to death!But what was puzzled and surprised was why Boyouping hadn't left yet, why did he knock on the door, what happened?

Needless to say, he came just in time.This black light is blind, afraid of the dark, oh no, lonely people are shameful!I breathed a sigh of relief, stopped beating the taiko drum, wiped the sweat off my forehead, and quickly opened the door.But the moment I opened the door, I blurted out the word "little" for him, but I was stunned by his appearance and choked back the word "brother"...

The corridor lights were still on. Although the wattage was not high and the oil bottle was against the light, it was bright enough for me who had been in the dark just now. It was bright enough to see the rare anxious expression on his face.Then, the moment the sensor light went off, he was relieved again.

Before I asked him what was the matter, why did he come up, he asked me directly: "Why don't you turn on the light?"

I said to myself, of course I want to open it too, I also find this dark "chat" very awkward!But isn't it because I haven't figured out the specific reason... I didn't know how to make it clear in one sentence, and I was a little confused: "Uh, there is a power outage, no, it seems that the power card is out of power. There is no tripping, brother, why do you..."

Poker-Face turned around, turned on the sensor light again, and said, "Seeing that you didn't turn on the light, I thought something happened."

"..." In an instant, a big wave seemed to hit me head-on, pouring me into a drowned chicken.

Poker-Face's straight-forward sentence "Why don't you turn on the light" doesn't mean that I don't turn on the light now, it should be asking me why I don't turn on the light when I enter the house.The vague guess before seems to have the answer: it’s really no coincidence that Poker-Face let me go upstairs every time. He stopped at the door to illuminate the stairs on the first floor for me with his headlights, and he will always wait to see I left with the light on in my room.

If I can still make a joke at this time, I will definitely tell him that it seems that brother, you are not only good at sunflower acupuncture, you can also smash mountains and seas, right?I finally know what it feels like to be photographed by the mountains and seas... It would be a lie to say that I am not moved.But the standard answer came too suddenly, no, it came at the wrong time.I didn't know what to say for a while, my mood was quite complicated, it could be said to be the second power of the strange-flavored beans, and in this strange-flavored beans, besides the indescribable touch, I could also distinguish a nameless anger.As soon as I noticed its existence, it burned more and more intensely, so intense that I couldn't help clenching my fists, I wanted to rush over and grab his collar and ask him, why!But my "why" seems to be too much... where to ask?

Poker bottle turned on the light, walked back, pointed to the meter box on the wall and asked, "Is this the meter?"

I quietly let go of my fist and nodded to him.

Then he lifted the lid of the box and said, "It's an electric card."

I saw it the moment I opened it, and the red "0000" was displayed on the meter.I smiled at him, pretending to be all right: "I haven't bought electricity yet when I moved in, so I haven't noticed it. You said why the meter box is not transparent. It's really inconvenient. Hehe, it's okay. I'll buy it tomorrow."

"Do you have any candles at home?" Poker Oil Bottle closed the lid and asked me, ignoring my nonsense.

I shake my head.The corridor light went out again, and he took the trouble to turn around and turn it on again, and looked back at me: "Then just wait."

After the overwhelming momentum, I felt a little dizzy, numb, and blank.I didn't ask him where he was going or what he was going to do, I just followed what he said, didn't even move a step, just stood there waiting like an idiot.

Poker Face's footsteps downstairs were quick, but his voice was not heavy.After that, I heard the sound of opening and closing the car door, and after that, the sound of the engine began to fade away.gone?I just turned my head and remembered what he said.Did you go to buy candles? !It will be dawn in another three hours, so what are you fussing about!

The light went out again, which startled me, so I hurried over to light it up, went down half a floor, and looked out from the small window at the corner of the stairs.Poker-Face is not reversing, but continues to drive forward, and it will soon be invisible from this angle.It's not to buy candles... Is this to find a parking space?Then what does he mean by this...?But in an instant, he felt that his question was meaningless. Since he stopped the car, the answer was obvious.

In the dead of night, a little sound can be heard clearly.The sound of the engine faded away in the distance.It seems that I was lucky, Poker bottle found a parking space, and then I heard the sound of opening and closing the car door and the sound of opening the trunk.At this time, the corridor light went out again, but I didn’t go back to take another photo of it. Being in the dark, I could see the situation outside better. The darkness didn’t make me feel nervous this time, as if I knew I wasn’t alone I'll be back right away, subconsciously oblivious that I'm in an old-fashioned corridor with wide open gates and small advertisements.

I leaned out of the window a little, and soon saw the figure of Poker Bottle appearing in a small piece of weak light not far away, holding something in his hand, walking towards this side.If we talk about the last time, on that rainy day, I fell into the plot he brought me in an instant, as if entering the drama, and as if forgetting myself, thinking that this drama is the only one in the world, only him and him on stage. I was sitting under the stage, but this time, something was different.It's the mood when the curtain is about to end, no matter how reluctant you are, there is no way to stop the words "the end of the show" that will appear soon.

Everything in the world will eventually have an ending, and will be marked with THEEND. The pursuit of immortality and immortality is just a beautiful and ridiculous delusion of human beings.No matter how lofty or humble, world-loving or world-weary, premature death or bedtime, a person is mortal.And as an atheist, I don't believe in reincarnation, death is death, everything is over.

I'm not a hypocritical person, I never thought that besides those silly little theaters, I could have such literary and artistic sorrows and sorrows in my mind.I don't want to be like this, and I hate myself like this, but this is indeed what I really feel in my heart at this time.Not only at this moment, but all night I seem to have this weird negativity about everything I see, itching and sad and kind of poignant.

It’s really necessary to be alone. This crazy person urgently needs a hilarious animation or American TV series. After seeing the dawn, I will sleep wildly for another day and rub my hands violently, so that I can get back the former Chicken Blood Superman, Happy Little Brilliant image.

Unfortunately there is no electricity.

Poker-Face was about to go downstairs, so he looked up at the window.I quickly turned around and returned, turned on the corridor lights, and stood at the stairs waiting, with my hand on the sensor, fearing that the lights would go out again in a while.After tapping the sensor again, I heard the footsteps of Poker Bottle walking into the corridor and starting to go upstairs, which was slower than the frequency when he went downstairs just now.He walked to the window where I was standing just now, and looked up at me. I was a little bit out of words, and asked in an angry statement: "Brother, why did you go?"

Poker bottle didn't answer, but raised his hand to show me.He held something that looked like a flashlight and an LED camping light in one hand, and a square candle in the other.I seem to have seen this type of candle somewhere. It seems that there was exactly the same one in the cake that Aning ordered for his birthday last time. He probably ordered it before and left it in the car afterwards.

Poker bottle came up, walked to my side, and said, "Go in."

I looked at him, although I knew the answer in my heart, I struggled a bit and asked, "What about you?"

Poker bottle pursed his lips, looked at the things in his hand and said, "Stay with you for a while, you can go when you fall asleep or at dawn."

"..." It's so late, why don't you go home quickly, what are you doing with... accompany me!I have a little dark phobia, but I am also a dignified 181 man, okay?Suddenly, something flashed through my mind, and I understood that I just wanted to angrily grab his collar and ask why why.It seems that Boyouping is nice to me, and I feel faintly wanting to get angry.Now I also want to ask why, why did you treat me like this, you can't do this!

I always feel that if this continues, I seem to say goodbye to something soon.But what can I say?reject?Say no, let him go back?He even parked the car, and he acted like it doesn't matter if he doesn't go home. Isn't it a torment for me to send him back?Besides, even though I really wanted to reject him and thought it was completely unnecessary, but for some reason, the image of him sitting there alone in the fast food restaurant appeared in my mind again. "Rejecting him" seems to have become an unbearable thing again.It will be dawn after three hours of exhaustion, don't let your hypocrisy become true hypocrisy...

The corridor lights went out, and Poker Bottle turned on the camping lamp in his hand.The diodes were indeed very bright, making the surroundings pale.I quickly turned around, suppressed the messy emotions in my heart, and walked towards the door, while pretending to be polite and whispered: "I'm so sorry, but I'm fine... Come in quickly, there are mosquitoes outside."

I took him into the house and pointed to the sofa for him to sit on.Poker-Face put the lamp on the tea table, sat down, and looked around the room with the light.I was afraid of the embarrassing atmosphere of silence, no, I was afraid of embarrassing myself because of the silence, so instead of sitting down, I stood there and asked him: "What do you...have something to drink? There are mineral water, Coke, and beer in the refrigerator."

He looked at me and was not polite to me: "Mineral water."

I nodded, bent down and picked up the lamp on the coffee table: "I'll use it."

Poker Bottle let out a "hmm".

When I got to the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator, and when I got the mineral water, I still had time to think that the popsicles and quick-frozen dumplings in the freezer were probably finished.But I occupied both hands, and I was too lazy to open it to confirm, so I thought about it, and confirmed that there is a fart, and it has already been established, so what can I do.I don't have superpowers, I can turn things around with just a glance, so I'll just melt away.

When he returned to the big house, Poker Face was sitting there looking at his phone.I can imagine that if I hadn't come in, in the dark room, only the light of the mobile phone screen reflected on his face, like a lonely patient with insomnia in the middle of the night, nestled in a room with no lights on. On the sofa, staring at the flickering TV in a daze.

Poker-face looked up, saw that I was back, turned off the phone and put it on the coffee table.I walked up to him, put the lamp down, sat down, and wanted to hand him the water, but the wall of the bottle was wet, and I had already grabbed the water in my palm, so I reached the tissue box, pulled out two tissues and put the bottle Wrapped up.I could feel him watching me all the time, maybe waiting for me to give him the water.I didn't know what I was thinking, I didn't look at him, and I didn't pass it to him, but put the water on the tea table in front of him and said, "Here."

Poker Bottle just said "Thank you", grabbed the tissue, unscrewed the bottle cap and started drinking.It seemed that I was really thirsty, and I drank several sips.Probably because he was too close to me, I could hear the sound of him swallowing water, and even the sound of water flowing down his throat, every sound was like a small drumstick hitting my eardrum.

It's too quiet without electricity, too uncomfortable.Otherwise, I can turn on the TV to watch it now, even if there is only the nightly TV shopping advertisement of "As long as 998, what are you still hesitating about, call the order number quickly".Just let me listen to some movement, just bring a picture so that my eyes have a place to rest, it's better than now, I can't do anything, I can only stare at the lamp on the coffee table.

The lamp is very interesting. The shape of the flashlight can be used as a flashlight in the hand, or it can be used as a lamp standing on the table like now, because the handle can also be illuminated.From this, I began to wonder, how could there be these strange things on the stuffy oil bottle car?Is he type A blood?I remember seeing blood type comics, blood type A is always like this, I wish I had an emergency kit, so that the next second the world will not be in a hurry.

Poker Bottle twisted the water bottle and put it back on the coffee table, making a slight "boom", pulling back my thoughts and my vision that had become out of focus.It was only then that I realized why I was thinking wrong again... I diverted my attention, and finally returned to Poker Ping.

The paper towel on the water bottle was completely stuck to the wall of the bottle by him, it was wet.It looks like a person with wet clothes sticking to his body and sweating profusely.It's hot. After I'm busy, I don't care about my senses. It's really hot without an air conditioner.I touched my forehead and the tip of my nose, it was full of sweat, and my T-shirt was sticking to my body damply.This is obviously not even in July, why is it so hot this year?I raised my hand to fan the wind, and suddenly I felt a little embarrassed, and let Poker Bottle sit with me in this environment, so I said: "Brother, are you hot? I remember there is a fan, I will go Look for it."

But just as I was about to stand up, he stretched out his hand and pressed my thigh: "No, don't worry about me."

I'm quite speechless, what do you mean I don't care about you?You are a big living person sticking here, I don't care about you?Can I still leave you to bathe and sleep?The urgent fire attacked again, but it was a pity that the momentum was extinguished before it was fully ignited.Because I found that the palm of the Poker bottle pressed on my leg was cold, which made me feel as comfortable as a wet towel on my forehead when I had a fever.

how so?I looked up at him, and he was looking at me, too, so I took only a quick look at his face, and then hurriedly looked away.It is true that his expression did not show enthusiasm and irritability, but he was still sweating.No wonder it's not hot.So my hand was probably cold when I was holding the bottle just now, right?I lowered my eyes and looked at his hand again, the slightly cool palm left immediately, and turned to pick up the water bottle on the coffee table, I didn't drink it, I just held it.

It really doesn't have to be like this...

But I couldn't find any natural and proper reason for him to go back.It's not that he gets in the way in the middle of the night, I also know he has good intentions.But if you can blow a small air conditioner and watch TV or movies at ordinary times, then you can just stay there, but it’s so hot and you have nothing to do, why are the two of you sitting on the sofa staring at the coffee table? ?It's not a mountain top or seaside, where you have to sit side by side in the dark and wait for the sunrise... The windows of this room are facing south, so you can't see the clouds breaking through the sunrise!

As soon as I was busy swearing, I felt hotter.No, it's not a thing to sit and sweat like this.I don't know where my brain went. "Brother..." After hesitating for a while, I decided to continue, "Well, anyway... there is still some time before dawn, and there is nothing to do just staying there. My house has an electric water heater. I guess there is enough hot water in it. How about You go... wash up, so that you can sleep directly when you get home?"

I'm in awe of myself being able to make such a weird proposition so...so well-founded...shit!What the hell are you taking a bath for?Sure enough, it's still too strange!Otherwise, why did Poker Bottle look at me with that obviously out-of-the-way look?My face was a little hot, thanks to the lack of light.

I coughed to cover up my embarrassment, and rubbed my palms back and forth on my thighs: "Uh...then I'd better find a fan. Ah yes! The laptop battery is full, I'll bring it for you, although I can't access the Internet, but Brother, do you like to watch movies? I happen to have Leslie Cheung’s disk.” I said, ignoring his attempt to interrupt my calling “Wu Xie”, stood up and walked to the desk, but because of lack of concentration, my vision It was too dark, and my toes kicked the legs of the coffee table with a "boom".I gave a silent "ow", then "hissed" and sat back down.

I thought that Poker Bottle was going to drag me again and ask "Are you okay", but I didn't expect that he just sat there, looked at me who wanted to grin his teeth but tried to bear it because of face, and smiled slightly.The slight upturn of the corner of the mouth was fleeting.That is to say, we did not light the wax, otherwise it would disappear so quickly that it would be an illusion of changing light and shadow.

Laughing... What are you laughing at, what's so ridiculous, it's because you are hot and boring, and I want to find something for you to do!Thinking about it this way, taking a bath is the most suitable!What's weird, it's not weird at all!I breathed a sigh of relief and just wanted to say, if you don't wash it, I'll go wash it, so Poker Bottle picked up the lighter on the coffee table and went to light the small square candle.What are you doing with wax?Not that there is a light... After lighting it, he picked up the camping light on the table, looked at me, and put the light in my hand.I couldn't keep up with his brain circuits at all, so I could only blink at him blankly.

"Where is the bathroom?" Poker-Face stood up, "Find me some cool clothes."

ah?ahh?Holding the lamp in my hand, I was stunned before I realized it: "Oh... yes! You wait."

Get motivated right away.Holding the lamp, I dug out the Panda T-shirt and shorts we bought together from the closet, and led him to the bathroom.The bathroom space is too small, I was afraid that it would be inconvenient for him, so I moved a folding chair from the side and put it at the door for him to put his clothes.Seeing that Poker Bottle had hung the lamp on the hook on the wall, I put the clean clothes on the back of the chair, pointed to the toiletries and slippers for him, and said that the bath towels were new.Pokerfoil nodded one by one following my introduction, and said that I don't mind the bath towels and slippers I have used before, so I don't need to get new ones.

This is completely everything is ready, the only thing I owe is the state of taking a bath, but I hesitated again.He stood there, asking me with his eyes, and I said "um..." for a while. "Actually, I don't guarantee that the water in the water heater is still hot. If it's too cold, you should come out quickly, so you don't catch a cold." I added.

Poker bottle seemed to smile again, nodded: "I know."

"Then...then you wash it yourself, I'll go back." After finishing speaking, I felt that I was talking nonsense. If someone doesn't wash it by himself, who will wash it, how to wash it, and you wash it for him?Fortunately, Poker-Face doesn't care about my nonsense.Taking advantage of the light that he hadn't closed the door, I hurried back to the big house, but stopped when I reached the door.It’s been a long time since I saw such a scene: in a room lit by candlelight, small flames trembled, and shadows of various shapes on the wall trembled accordingly.

When I was a child, I lived with my grandfather for a while.Maybe because of the old house in the country, in my impression, the electricity in my grandfather's house was always cut off.Whenever there was a power outage, grandpa would pull out a few white candles and light them.I was afraid of the dark since I was a child, and I was even more afraid of the "moving" shadows reflected on the wall. Every night when there was a power outage and candles were lit, I would be particularly disturbed.Later, once, my grandfather pulled me and said that he would show me cartoons.

I watched curiously as Grandpa began to change his combined movements by candlelight, and then, the shadows of many small animals such as little rabbits, big bad wolves, and pigeons appeared on the white wall.Grandpa also dubbed the story while telling the story, I was fascinated by it, and after a while, I couldn't wait to ask my grandpa to teach me too.

There was a rustling sound behind me, Poker Fase probably started to take off his clothes, I withdrew my thoughts and hurried back to the room.But before I sat down, I tried to make a shadow on the wall behind the sofa on a whim, but found that except for the simplest pigeon, I forgot all the other hand shapes.I was young when grandpa left... I closed my eyes and tried to draw a picture of grandpa's appearance, how did the wrinkles go, where was the mole, and what was the shape of the corner of grandpa's mouth when he smiled?I thought I remembered everything, but the more I thought about it, the more blurred it became.It turned out that before I knew it, I had gradually forgotten the appearance of my grandfather.

Is there something, even if it is not what you want to forget, it will eventually be gradually diluted from memory by the torrent of time.But time is fair, I don't remember what that brat who always bullied Xiao Hua, and we fought for it, looked like.Fortunately, for those who don't want to forget, there is such a thing as photos.I pulled out my phone, looking for the remake of the photo of my grandpa holding me, so I could re-imprint him in my mind.However, the moment the button is turned on, what appears in front of the eyes is the gingerbread embarrassment under the warm light.I froze for a moment, instead of sliding to unlock it, I just stared at the screen saver.

Gingerbread is the same, no matter how cute you are, no matter how much you like it, there are only two endings: you don’t want to eat it, if it breaks, you have to throw it away; you don’t want it to be wasted, eat it, but eating it means it’s gone.Therefore, they are all reluctant, and the two endings lead to the same goal—disappearance.It still means that everything in the world will eventually have an ending, and nothing will last forever.Gingerbread 囧 is not fake, it is impossible to lie in a box forever to be cute.But at least I have this photo to prove that they have appeared in my life, and maybe when I see them many years later, I will think of the emotions they brought me.

Thinking of this, I suddenly realized that I don't seem to have a picture of Poker Bottle.There are photos of Fatty, Aning, Xiuxiu, Yun Cai, and even Miss May and the front desk in the phone... only there are no boring ones.If... I just said if, could it be... Just now in the fast food restaurant, I suddenly had a strong premonition, and the sadness that came from nowhere, followed by the itch in my heart, came back again.Those unspeakable feelings were originally forgotten because of the power outage... I was still at a loss and dazed. I turned around and saw the cigarette case and lighter on the coffee table. I picked them up, opened the screen window, and lay on my back. Smoking on the windowsill.

In the opposite building, the kitchen lights of several households are already on, and the busy figures of grandparents can be seen. They are used to getting up early and have to prepare breakfast for their families.The sun rises and the moon sets, and every day goes round and round, but every day is a new day.As long as the earth keeps turning, people will continue to live.

After I finished smoking, I threw the cigarette butt out of the window very immorally, watched it draw a red trail in the night, and fell to the ground, then rubbed my face and closed the screen window to calm myself down.Behind him was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom.Before I finished washing the oil bottle, I turned around and left the big house.

I knew the bathroom door must be closed, but even so, I didn't look in that direction, and went straight into the kitchen with the light of my phone, and opened the refrigerator.The remaining cold air in the freezer blows towards my face, it's so cool that I can't wait to stick my head in it.I reached out and touched the popsicle inside. It was a little soft, but fortunately it was still a popsicle, not a puddle of water.Great good!I couldn't wait to take out one, and after a few mouthfuls in the air-conditioning, I finished it off, feeling a lot better.There was one left and I still wanted to eat it, but then I heard the sound of the water stop.

finished Wash?So fast!Although I really want to eat the last one, but I can't... Poker Bottle has to open the door to get the clothes on the chair to wear, so I have to go back quickly.As a result, I was afraid of encountering embarrassing situations, but because I was too careful