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After that time, An was gone for a while. I was alone in the rental house, soaking rice, mixing in some seasonings, and boiling water. Maybe I should just cook some noodles. I inexplicably remembered the dumplings I made at the chefs in the west last time. It would be great to have them again. Looking through the half-open window in front of the pot, I could see the school playground in the distance. The eternal red and green colors were still so tormenting. The plastic spoon in my hand was harder than ever. After a few more bites of this rice, I decided to pour it out and cook some noodles.
After much hesitation, I decided to pour it out and cook some noodles. My mood has been fluctuating, sometimes good, sometimes bad. When I put the loose noodles into the pot, I suddenly felt happy, even though I didn't understand why. I added a bit of instant noodle sauce and covered the pot to reuse the water for another round of cooking.
We were driving fast on the city's horizon, with the setting sun casting a long beam of light in front of us. This is the road to glory! We unexpectedly hit it big out west. Despite the scorching heat of summer, my bad mood was swept away in this moment. "You know, when I pointed the gun at his head, he still didn't give up, even when I fired two shots into the sun-baked earth." "If the bullet had ricocheted, he would have been dead." "Actually, I never intended to shoot!" Whether it was luck or not, who cares. Behind the convertible, there were stacks and stacks of cash. I now have a life that I never thought possible! Impossible! I can go find a girl, eat by the sea, and not worry about rent or utilities. No more anxiety about the next meal, no more eating those vegetarian products. Forget about buckwheat noodles! I popped open a bottle of champagne and poured it all over, and then it started to rain. "Why do winners love champagne?" "I don't know, and I don't care!" Hahaha... laughter stretched out along the horizon as the sun was setting, while our sun was rising.
"Let's have an impromptu song!" I heard someone call out amid the howling wind.
"I really didn't expect you to be such a dreamer."
Waking up on a humid afternoon, I told him about that dream. He evaluated it like this:
I miss that rainy summer at my dad's place, and I also miss you, who avoided me that summer.
I hate the warm and healing songs sung by children, they make me sad. The smell of grilled fish is floating in the air, even though the meal that was thrown into the trash not long ago has already gone bad. There's not much water left in the fridge, only half a bottle of ice wine, but drinking it burns my throat. I used the remaining water to cook noodles, and I already know what I want for dinner. After mixing an unprecedented sauce, when the noodles were in front of me, a mosquito bit me twice. I took a few more sips of the wine, the strong taste rushed into my nostrils, I really can't drink. I wanted to have another bowl of noodles, but the wine is so bitter that I can't drink it like water, the strong alcohol burns my heart.
I'm so hungry that I can't stand it, so I'm cooking some noodles. When I threw out the moldy garbage, I also grabbed a few eggs from the supermarket. Even though it's unrelated, I feel a bit excited when someone praises me. Come and arrest me. If I end up in prison because of this, someone will defend me. I'm not drunk, but I'm burping like a drunkard. How did the noodles break into three pieces when I put them in the pot? The pieces that I picked out didn't listen and burned my hand. She told me today that she wants to learn guitar, which reminds me of myself last winter. As for the wine, I took a sip, but maybe I'll have another glass. On second thought, forget it, it's too bitter.
The child downstairs is shouting, "You don't love me at all!" At the same time, the adults are also arguing, but it's just about bathing. There's a coolness floating in the air, so sad. They are all fools.
A red butterfly drifted in from outside the window, and I want to call her the prison butterfly. The setting sun makes people sad, and I've dragged on like this to live until today. In the video, she playfully stuck out her tongue in the first few seconds, so cute. Can I give her a good hug? No, I can't. I don't like it, and you dare not. "Give me a shot!" The man roared, scratching on the ground.
"Don't be like this."
The woman spoke softly, but her words carried great weight.
"What do you want?"
The waiter said impatiently,
"Have another bowl of noodles, have another bowl."
But after just one bite, I couldn't eat anymore.
"Hello, people who know me call me Brother Fan. I only regret not punching him at that time. Stupid."
The police officer walked into my room with interest and arrogance, scanning around. "His room is tidier than yours," he taunted deliberately, with the power to treat everyone the same.
"You're out of line, officer."
No one has the right to criticize others' lives.
It's all just nonsense.
Maybe I was drunk, maybe not. The wine leaves a lingering taste in my mouth, both bitter and sweet.
"It was caused by the fibroid in the beginning."
My mother insisted on asking, but I didn't understand.
"Why didn't you tell me then?"
"What difference would it make if I told you?"
The door can be open or closed,
Only one thing cannot be concealed.
People need a sense of security, and so do I.
Ever since I came to the city, I have felt that the house is not safe. I always feel that there will be long-handed and long-footed monsters climbing into the house, or thugs or something else. I never had this feeling when I was in the countryside. The sense of insecurity is getting worse day by day.
Actually, when you said "I hope," I already knew,
After all, only things that haven't been realized are hoped for.
I stopped the imaginary unicorn in my heart,
I tear apart the hope that exists in my heart.
That summer has ended
I try to tell myself, that summer has ended.
"I hope we part in death."
Singing the lyrics with a beautiful hope.
Because it's not just death that separates people.
I want to,
I want to,
I just,
I can't lie on my side with only half of the mirror frame in front of me, pushing and shoving.
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