The Prosperous Years of Wang Xiaohuo

Through the shirt, Wang Xiaohuo can clearly feel Ouyang Lin's stiff body and the grief emanating from his body. This is a sincere and undisguised emotional catharsis. Although it is not hysterical, it is more shocking. Why?While suspicious, Wang Xiaohuo gently patted his back with his hand.

Perhaps it was his inadvertent comfort that had an effect, Ouyang Lin's sobbing gradually weakened, replaced by a few words in his mouth: "I can't take it, I can't take it, what should I do? What should I do?"

"I really can't help but tell me, maybe it will make me feel better." Wang Xiaohuo persuaded with the warmest voice possible.

Ouyang Lin shook his head buried in his arms and said, "What should I do? I feel so uncomfortable, so bored, I can't stand it, life would be better than death."

"There is no hurdle that cannot be overcome, you should not think too much."

"You don't understand, you don't understand!" Ouyang Lin kept repeating the sentence.

"Yes, I don't understand, but I know that as long as people are alive, they are better than anything else, and if they don't exist now, it doesn't mean they will never exist in the future."

"You don't understand, you don't understand, I can't say, I can't say." The sound of Ouyang Lin rubbing his teeth came from under his arm.

"Okay, if you don't say it, don't say it." The more he was like this, the more worried Wang Xiaohuo was in his heart, and he was really afraid that he might not think about it and do something stupid.

As time passed by, Ouyang Lin's voice became deeper and quieter under Wang Xiaohuo's pat on the hand and kind comfort.

His back rose and fell slowly with his breathing, apparently the excitement had been relieved, Wang Xiaohuo let out a long sigh and his forehead was already dripping with sweat.

The leftovers on the table were in a mess, and the smell of cooled dishes mixed with the strong smell of wine smelled particularly pungent. Looking at the clock hanging on the opposite wall, it was almost ten o'clock. Wang Xiaohuo was afraid that Ouyang Lin would suddenly relax. Sleeping, whispered: "Wake up, go home."

Ouyang Lin crawled on the table and muffledly agreed but did not move. Wang Xiaohuo shook his shoulders a few times and said, "Don't sleep here, be careful of catching a cold!"

After a few minutes, Ouyang Lin raised his head, looked around drunkenly and then looked at Wang Xiaohuo and said hoarsely, "What time is it?"

"It's past ten o'clock." Wang Xiaohuo replied in a low voice while dropping his arm from his shoulder.

Ouyang Lin snorted, leaned back on the back of the chair, raised his hand to rub his temples, and asked, "Am I asleep?"

"you're drunk."

"It seems that I really can't drink too much wine." It seemed that his arms were uncomfortable, and he lowered his head to look at his sleeves, which were all wet. Ouyang Lin vaguely remembered what he cried just now, looked at Wang Xiaohuo with some hesitation and asked: "This is..."

Wang Xiaohuo avoided his questioning gaze and said, "Let's go!"

In this way, Ouyang Lin became more and more sure that the episode in his mind had indeed happened, a little embarrassed, and said apologetically, "I didn't scare you!"

"No." Wang Xiaohuo stood up.

Ouyang Lin took a deep look at Wang Xiaohuo, then stood up with both hands supporting the edge of the table in front of him, his legs were a little weak, and his body swayed for a while as if he couldn't support himself.

"Be careful!" Wang Xiaohuo hurriedly reached out to support his shaking body.

"Thank you!" Ouyang Lin smiled at him.

His face flushed suddenly, and Wang Xiaohuo withdrew his hand embarrassingly.

In this way, Ouyang Lin and Wang Xiaohuo left the room in silence, after paying the bill, they got into the car, and Ouyang Lin drove the car very slowly.

"Where do you live? I'll take you back first." Ouyang Lin asked in a low voice.

Looking straight ahead, Wang Xiaohuo said: "The bicycle is parked at work, and I will have to ride to work tomorrow."

Ouyang Lin let out an oh, but didn't say anything more.

It was almost late at night, and there were few pedestrians on the street. The tall street lamps stood among the dense sycamore trees beside the road, and the light was dim.

Ouyang Lin drove to a road section, and slowly parked the car on the sidewalk.

Wang Xiaohuo looked at him in surprise, but didn't ask any questions.

"Alas!" Ouyang Lin stared straight ahead of the car window, sighed after a long while and then muttered: "When the phoenix tree leaves fall, the world knows autumn."

He suddenly recited poems, Wang Xiaohuo was very strange, just wondering, Ouyang Lin suddenly asked in a low voice: "Do you know the meaning of the sycamore tree?"

"I don't know." Wang Xiaohuo said truthfully.

"Noble character, loyal love, loneliness and sorrow, and parting feelings." Ouyang Lin pondered for a while and continued to ask: "Do you know which one I like the most?"

"Great character." Wang Xiaohuo said after thinking about it.

Ouyang Lin shook his head and said, "Loyalty and love!"