What happened in the summer of 2020

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A certain expression becomes funny immediately.

The smile on his face was still there, but his helpless eyes revealed a trace of bitterness.

He said: Have we ever said something like this?Are you kidding me.

I said: At that time, you insisted on talking about this kind of topic, and I could only cooperate with you to talk about it.

He expressed doubts and said: I may talk about this kind of topic, but I won't say silly things like asking you to do it, isn't it difficult for others?

What is this called?I am not happy, am I a person who is afraid of difficulties?

He wanted to attack me and reason with me: I was talking about the so-called speaking the truth and releasing emotions after drinking. The emotions must be there in the first place, but they were released through the strength of alcohol.But it never occurred to me to suffer, let alone when I was too drunk to think about it.

I can also reason, and I said: It must be that this idea is hidden too deep in your heart, and you haven't noticed it yourself.I've heard of such a thing. There was a closeted man who never thought about coming out, but when he thought the plane he was on was about to crash, the first thing he thought of was coming out, it was so unpredictable.

He shook his head, pretending not to be easily persuaded.

I said: You have been with your ex-boyfriend for so long, have you ever done it?

He firmly denied it, saying: Not once.

Oh, okay, I understand.

I said: You must still be feeling guilty for hiding the ex-boyfriend, so deep down you want to make it up, want to do something with me that you haven't done for any ex-boyfriend.

As soon as the words were spoken, I could smell the aroma of tea myself, but the words that were spoken were the tea that was spilled.

And when he heard what I said, he was silent for a few seconds, and then he let go, saying that it was all right.

So easily persuaded?I looked him in the eyes, to make sure he wasn't lying.

He looked at me with bright eyes, but blinked suspiciously.

I said: Don't think about playing tricks.

He said: Why, can't Shou play tricks?

Emmm... It's okay, but it's better to be honest for the first time, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it.

He said: Go to my house.

I said: It happens that you have a change of clothes in your suitcase, so go to my house.

He said: that's fine.

However, I said: Let's eat first, I can't let you die hungry.

Moreover, I suddenly wanted to drink some wine to strengthen my courage.

We found a small lobster restaurant near the company on a narrow street that we would not pass by when commuting to and from get off work. The online reviews were good. It is rare that there is still a place at this time.

We ordered two flavors, and the waiter said that there might be a longer wait on Friday if there are too many people, so we ordered side dishes and beer first.

The frothy cold beer was served, and a certain one couldn't wait to take a sip, saying how refreshing it was.

I took a sip, and it tasted really good, with a slight sweetness, which was a bit different from the beer in my impression.

A certain person clinked glasses with me and said that he wished the evening a complete success.

I kept an eye out, in case this guy got me drunk, I asked him about alcohol and medicine first.

Reluctantly, he rummaged through the suitcase and found two pills for me.

He said disdainfully that he didn't have to eat it himself.

The crayfish came up, as well as the Pipi shrimp.

We peeled the prawns and chatted.I think eating crayfish is really a wise choice. If I eat serious food, I often don’t bother to talk. On the one hand, I have a habit of not talking when eating, and on the other hand, I am afraid of eating too slowly.

After all, I am the home team tonight, and I want to dominate the leisurely atmosphere from the meal.

I said: The special product you bought is not bad, the duck has the aroma of tea.

He said: A client invited me to eat, and I thought you would like it at the time, has it changed your view of ducks?

I said: I used to eat spicy duck neck for a while, but I didn't like the way of braised duck and beer duck.

He said: This kind of beer stewed duck must be good today.

He seemed to really like it, and quickly drank two glasses, then asked the waiter for more.

I also drank a large glass, feeling very comfortable in my stomach, relaxed in my body, and happy in my heart. I think this is the right way to start a Friday night.

Chat about how the week went.

I'll tell you the truth: I thought about it a lot.

Just explain your plans for work, self-analysis, and doubts about your relationship.

I was literally spouting the confession, maybe from the bottom of my heart, I felt I had an obligation to tell him how unsure, how undecided, how unbelievable I was in a relationship that was established in such a short period of time How lucky I am.

I did say lucky?

I noticed that a certain worker had taken off his shrimp peeling gloves because he listened to me carefully.

Emmm... I take a sip of cold beer to calm down.

Lucky?That's not the word I should say.

I have never thought that I am a person who can rely on luck. I have been thinking about the relationship with a certain person over and over again in the past few days. I have questioned his sincerity, my own sincerity, and the authenticity of the whole relationship. From the bottom of my heart, I don't believe that I will be so lucky to meet love?

A certain bear paw reached out to pat me, but found that his fingers were greasy, so he raised his glass and said that he also felt very lucky, and let us toast to luck.

I said: Why did you only hear about luck?

I clearly said so much, so many doubts, so many hesitation, but he seems to only receive the word "lucky", he is so optimistic.How many times have I doubted him in a week, how many times have I worried about the future, but what he thinks most is what kind of bed he will buy after living together.

He comforted me and said: I understand what you mean, I'm not blindly optimistic, I know you don't have much trust in me yet.

I said: Then you don't mind?

He shook his glass and said: Trust is the most rare thing in the world, you have to cultivate it slowly, don't worry, from now on, you have a lot of opportunities to trust me.

Why are these words so sweet!But, I said: Then do you trust me?

He said: Of course, you are the most decent person I have ever met!

No, I clinked glasses with him, and I said: I am not serious, I also have a past, I told you that I have always had a crush on someone.I'm still in touch with him recently, and he's still enlightening me.

Then we chatted about my college days, and the countless times I took the kindness of the sea as love.

I said full of remorse: Once, we talked about what kind of person we want to be with in the future, and he said that he must find a Cancer, because he is a Scorpio, which is the best match for a Cancer, and I am a Cancer!I was overjoyed, and as a result, he soon established a relationship with a Cancer girl.Also, another time he...

I don't remember much of the conversation that followed.

After all, those old sesame seeds and rotten millet between me and Cang Hai tumbling in my mind from time to time, I'm not sure how much I've babbled to a certain one.

What I still remember is that I asked the waiter for beer a few times.

A certain person and I supported each other to go to the bathroom.

I scrambled to get the bill.

I scrambled to get a taxi.

I seemed to be foolish enough to introduce a certain person to the doorman of the apartment.

Am I taking the elevator, or am I clamoring to take the stairs as usual?

I also have a little impression of the intimate behavior with a certain.

I remember holding him and saying it felt so good or something.

I remember rubbing his face, rubbing his ears, rubbing...

The further back, the more blurred the impression, like a dream that really happened but can't be remembered clearly.

When I woke up the next day, the sky was already bright.

I looked at someone who was huddled on the same pillow with me, trying to recall the memory fault.

A certain person slept soundly, his white shoulders seemed to reflect light under the white sunlight, his body and I were covered with a thin layer of air-conditioning quilt, and his two big feet stretched out from the edge of the bed.

I turned on the air conditioner and was peeked in.

good guy-

What the hell happened last night?