straight to heaven

It is very different from the well-known steak Wellington.

Geng kept driving and took me to a newly opened Korean restaurant. The owner is the son of a distant cousin. He is 48 this year, the year of birth.Although they are of the same generation, it is not against Geng's peace to call him uncle all the time.

Fortunately, I have always been in the habit of muddling along, and I didn't settle the problem with him this time.

"Brother Hui, this set meal." Geng kept handing back the menu, and then pried open a glass bottle of carbonated drink with chopsticks.

Brother Hui is a big bearded man from the north, but his demeanor is unexpectedly gentle, which reminds me of an old acquaintance who has only met a few times.

The blurred face of that person flashed in my mind, and I realized as if it was a lifetime ago that Pei Yanlai and I had indeed not seen each other for a long, long, long time.

Brother Hui picked up the menu, patted Geng Zhengjiu on the shoulder, and said, "Let the kitchen do it right away. There are a lot of customers today, so don't mind if you don't take good care of them."

Geng kept waving his hands: "Which one of us is with the other, don't alienate me."

Brother Hui went to the back kitchen, and Geng kept pouring Coke into my glass, clinked a glass with me, and said, "I'm breaking up."

To be honest, I was quite surprised to hear this news.

That girl is an artist, a tall, thin, black, long, straight beauty, assertive but not assertive, individual but not sharp, in short she is excellent.Sometimes I feel that Geng Zong, a weak-minded [-], is not good enough for other people's Wenqing.

The two met when a hero rescued the beauty by accident. They had been ambiguous for a while, and they had only been in love for a week.It stands to reason that it should be the Heat's stall, but I didn't expect the two to break up suddenly.

I took a sip of Coke, it was too sweet, I didn't like it: "What's going on?"

Geng kept replying: "The character is not suitable."

This grandson is fooling me.

"..." I glanced at him: "To be honest."

Geng remained silent for two seconds before saying, "My mother disagrees."

I was not sure, hesitated for two seconds, and asked: "...Is it exposed that I went on a blind date with Zhou Xiaopei for you?"

Although Geng Zong was not close to his mother, she cared about him very much.

But this lady is extremely old-fashioned, with serious class concepts, and she insists that Geng will always marry a well-matched wealthy daughter, so Geng has never dared to tell her the news of his relationship.

His mother arranged a blind date for him, and he begged me to be on top of him crying, saying that he would repay my kindness in the next life.

I don't have many friends, and he is the only one who is close to me. Seeing how miserable he is, I feel so soft-hearted, and finally I took the lead for him.Fortunately, the blind date partner Zhou Xiaopei didn’t get angry after hearing the truth, instead he helped us hide it from Geng Zong’s mother, saying that he didn’t have any feelings for his son, and that it would be best to have a breakup.

I just didn't expect that Geng's blind date partner, who has always been kind and kind, would take a fancy to me as a piece of wood.

Geng shook his head all the time: "No, it has nothing to do with the blind date. It's just that my mother caught him, and the guy got so angry...I don't dare to think about it now."

I saw that his complexion was not very good, and he couldn't smile for a while: "You didn't hold back?"

Geng kept sighing: "Where is it? The little girl was also spoiled by her parents since she was a child, how could she stand up to my mother's output with guns and sticks? She felt wronged, and I was locked up by my mother for a few more times." God, we are all adults, so we broke up peacefully."

I heard this big show of a wealthy family, and I didn't know what it was like: "Don't resist?"

The ending of this relationship is too plain, like thousands of couples.I know that this is the norm, but I don't feel very comfortable in my heart. I always feel that love should not lose the ability to burn because of the lack of oxygen.

The waiter brought some Korean side dishes, and Geng kept reaching out to take them, thanked them, put the small dish of soybeans in sauce in front of me, and said, "Forget it, maybe I still don't like it enough."

After he said this, he changed the subject and asked me: "You are alone at 27, and you don't think about Zhou Xiaopei? She keeps asking me about you recently. If you don't like her, then tell me about your ideal type, buddy Let me help you find something."

When I heard his words, the soybeans I swallowed got stuck in my throat, and I almost choked to death: "Are you my mother, urging me to get married."

Geng has always been pretending to be deep: "Don't waste this beautiful face like a girl. After all these years, you really don't have anyone you like?"

"Pay attention to your wording." I was annoyed by his cheap mouth, and I opened my mouth to deny it, but for some reason, the words lingered on the tip of my tongue, but changed: "I didn't say I didn't."

Geng always wanted to taunt me, probably because he didn't expect to hear such an answer, and he couldn't even hold his chopsticks steady, and they fell on the table with a bang.

"No, brother bald, what the hell is wrong with you?...or are you brothers? Are you pretty?"

For so many years, I haven't let out half of my mind, but recently I was stimulated by the reunion so that my brain became dizzy and I lost my position.

While secretly scolding Pei Yanlai for being a vixen, I stared at the bottom of the bowl sullenly: "Yes, you are a beautiful woman."

He obviously wanted to ask something else, so I blocked his mouth first, and threatened with cold words: "Ask again, and I will tell your stepmother about Zhou Xiaopei."

"...Okay, you are ruthless, I won't ask."

"Big beauty" is not just some nonsense I just said to fool Geng Zong.

I thought about it carefully, even though I was not fascinated by sex at first and fell in love with Pei Yanlai at first sight, but this person is too good-looking to be a plus.

In the first year, Pei Yanlai and I were not in the same class.

It wasn't until the second year of high school that I chose liberal arts and science, and I broke up and re-divided into classes. There were so many people in the whole grade, and Pei Yanlai became my classmate.It's a pity that I was very impressed with him, but he paid little attention to me and was very polite.

Pei Yanlai had top grades, was smart, and became the class monitor.Proud but not arrogant, not difficult to get along with, but don't play around at will. These words are engraved on the flesh, and he is very popular, but I have never seen anyone who can get close to him.

You see, no matter what, he is the bright moon in the sky. Although I am not dim, at best I can only be regarded as a star shining indistinctly on a rainy night, not in one dimension at all.

I'm not a social person, and I usually can't fart in a muffled voice. Except for gagging with Geng in private, most of the rest of the time I spend most of my sleep in my seat.

I don't sleep well at night, and I often wake up in the middle of the night with some inexplicable fear squeezing my chest.When I was a child, I even foolishly thought it was Cthulhu's call, but later I realized that it was the shadow left by my domestic violence father.

Therefore, Pei Yanlai and I didn't meet much at first.

But if I have to say it, I can probably attribute my liking to him to two unromantic coincidences.

There are many force majeure natural factors at play in these two incidents, so every time I think about it, I feel hypocritically that this is probably an arrangement of fate.

When fate wants to play with me, it will not divide the time.

I can only plunge into it recklessly and become a prisoner of someone, or what kind of emotion.

During the lunch break before the National Day holiday in the second year of high school, I helped my deskmate distribute homework, and quietly put the homework book on the corner of the table when all the classmates were asleep.

I thought there were more than 40 people in the class, except me, were resting.But when he looked up, he saw that Pei Yanlai was still awake.He didn't sleep.

I clutched my workbook and came to the aisle not far from him.His side face was against the light, and I could even see that layer of tiny fluff.

In the early days, my understanding of him was still very shallow. At that time, I always thought that "a gentleman is cautious about his independence", and blindly believed that the eyes of a person like Pei Yanlai should be a pool of gentle spring water, or a vast river breeze.

But I'm a hypocritical idiot, and I almost never get it right about him once.

He glanced past me with a look I had never seen before, the cold white sunlight ruthlessly and holyly shone behind him, like some indifferent god patrolling the domain under his rule, and then he moved inadvertently He rubbed his wrist, which was tired from writing.

It is no exaggeration to say that I see a kind of divinity in these simple body language.

I heard a heavy thud in my chest, and then I looked away quickly in a panic, as if I was avoiding some snake or scorpion, but my face was obviously hot.

I clearly realized something, but I couldn't figure it out, or explain it clearly.

After the National Day holiday, Pei Yanlai and I both started to go to school.When I go home, there is a section of road that overlaps with him.

I can't remember when it started, but following him became my most secretive and ulterior hobby. I knew it was obscene and dirty, but I couldn't control myself.

Drinking poison to quench thirst probably means this.

In early November, it was dark and it was raining heavily outside.

I followed him as usual, not too far away.Come to the fork in the road that is about to part,

There is a stone statue of a galloping horse at the corner of the road. Go straight on the fork and you will be in the "Queens District", and turn left to the old city - I turn left, and he wants to go straight.

There are always some people gathered here, or migrant workers who put up small cards to recruit workers, or parents who spread out blood books and hug their children to beg.Not dense, but common.

There was such a bloated woman on the side of the road today, both trouser legs were empty.The clothes that couldn't see the color were drenched, strands of hair were stuck to the forehead in embarrassment, and he lay on the ground in embarrassment.

She was still holding a child in her arms. The rain was too heavy, and the water vapor in the air was too vague. She couldn't tell the gender, and she didn't know if there was any air in it.

I watched with mixed emotions, only to feel that life is a bottomless pit, which can be compared with wealth, but there is no lower limit than misery.

When Pei Yanlai passed by, the woman immediately stretched out her hand and grabbed Pei Yanlai's school uniform jacket like a worker who just took in fresh air from a collapsed mine, almost greedily.

She was begging for something, but the rain melted her voice so no one could hear her.Only the child noticed the movement, whimpering and howling like a kitten.

Pei Yanlai stopped.

There will be a premonition before some situations come, just like the adrenaline that rises when a blockbuster movie opens.I followed him and stopped, hiding aside to peek at his little side face under the moonlight.

My perception of him as a goodboy in the traditional sense has changed since this day.

The umbrella barely covered the top of my hair, and the rain hit puddles on the ground, splashing mud on the edges of my shoes.Pei Yanlai smiled, but her eyes were indifferent.

He didn't say anything.

All I know is that he brushed those hands away casually, the coat was stained, and he tore it off and hung it in the crook of his arm.The woman's hand was drooping on the ground, and he raised his foot and stepped over it.

He was not sloppy, which is indeed his style.

That staring stare seemed to be just to see how miserable the life that hindered the eyes was soaked in the rain.

Right at this moment.

Pei Yanlai's subtle sense of disobedience was finally lifted before my eyes.

He has no heart.

God is not supposed to have a heart.

The rain was pouring down, the wind was howling, but the moon was not blocked by the dark clouds, and his side face was as beautiful as broken light.

On this ordinary and special night, I became a believer in God, so eager and sick.

I think, I have discovered his secret.