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The moment the music stopped, the night felt heavy.
Opening another can of cola didn't make me feel any better.
"Why are you acting like a child."
"What does it mean?"
"You look so dispirited, with so many soda cans in front of you. It should be alcohol instead. How come it's all soda."
*Crack!*
The child said as he opened a can, "Why do you say that?"
"Because that's how it usually is on TV."
Drinking is because of liking it, and so are beverages. But I don't like drinking.
"silly kid Drink and then go to sleep."
My head hurts a bit, my right eye and forehead.
The TV is playing something boring, new movies that I don't want to watch and old movies that I don't need to watch.
Is the can empty? I should go get a few more.
Why are there so many people outside? The branches are blooming with white and purple flowers, like apple blossoms. The sky is dark and gloomy, as if it's about to rain.
It's just like countless rainy days. More and more people are walking in the opposite direction, and tomorrow will be July. The door is open...
Then I received a call from my dad, and I felt a wave of speculation and unease. I couldn't continue watching the old movie that I hadn't finished.
"Why are you acting like a child?"
Staring at the child's hair tie on the wrist, listening to the nagging in the ear, recalling the words that drifted here a few hours ago.
It's a bit hot today, with layers of fine sweat all over the body.
34 degrees, just one degree higher than yesterday and it's already like this.
Forcing open the diary, wanting to write something, wanting to find a song, wanting to find the right mood.
My right eye really hurts.
Her playlist floats before my eyes, the one we used to listen to together.
July 6th, two or three years ago, 9:54 pm.
Time forever frozen in this moment.
I can't concentrate with the TV on at such a low volume, but I feel uneasy when it's turned off.
The bedsheets were just washed, but they still feel sticky.
It's so hot.
I want you to sing with me now
You have a crush now
So crazy
Why are you leaving me behind? Why are you leaving now?
I want to create a bond with you
I don't know what about you”
Close the old page clip, the diary that was randomly opened is hers. What floats before my eyes is the same incomprehensible English as last time. The poet she loves so much, the one mentioned in the diary... Pushkin?
Are you still alive?
I don't know.
Do you also have a loved one?
Do you also have someone you seek but cannot find?
Turn off the TV and go back to bed.
When was the last time you slept in bed?
A few weeks ago.
How can Mingming still be curled up sleeping on the windowsill by herself silly kid? You're leaving tomorrow, and she doesn't even know to get a good night's sleep.
Yeah, she still doesn't know.
Oh, okay, I won't talk to her.
I turned on the air conditioning, it's so hot.
I have to keep turning the music on and off, any strange noise makes me nervous, that feeling of insecurity, but it turns out it's the upstairs brat screaming again.
Sure enough, I do hate kids, sure enough.
"You don't love me at all!"
Then there was an indistinct roar.
During a recent bath, I heard a voice calling out in a ridiculously funny manner. If you can't take care of your children, then don't have them, you scum. Even though most people don't know this, it's not an excuse to be careless. Speaking of funny things, when I was sorting through my friend Y's belongings, I found a faded delivery receipt, and I was curious why it was so long.
"Add more rice
Add more rice
Add more rice
Add more rice
Add more rice
Add more rice
Add more rice
Add more rice
Add more rice
Add more rice
Add more rice,"
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Please, boss!
It's really ridiculous, even with the separation between yin and yang, that kind of humble expression still appears in front of me like a ghost.
"Someone like us, in the future, will just eat steamed buns every day and live a simple life, won't even know how to take the city bus."
At first, on a scorching hot morning, sitting by the dusty roadside, I listened to him say this.
"Isn't it only starting now? Why do you always like to assume about the future."
I really don't understand those who can see through the future at a glance, clearly not knowing if there will be a tomorrow. Clearly, life is such a huge gamble, with no rules at all. Yet everyone follows the rules, complaining about unfairness. Who has anything to do with oneself? No one does.
Everything, pain, unforgettable moments, sadness
It doesn't matter.
Legal resident?
But it's just that the law can't catch up with the past, and people always blindly believe in some flawed things, based on intuition.
It's you don't believe in what I don't believe in.
What do we believe in?
"Then you should have told me, if there's something you should have told me."
"What good would it do to tell you? Can you get me out of trouble? It would just turn one problem into two. What can you do if you go, except worry? I've already solved the things I can solve, and the things that are over, why bring them up again and broadcast them to everyone?"
Accused of stealing a dress, at Yao Yao's house. A flyer kept by both parties was accidentally found one day, causing immediate annoyance. Who knows, it didn't burn completely and left the official seal, which scared him. "This is not a small matter, the police station." Saying this, he remembered his embarrassed face.
It's really funny, what a fuss you're making.
Fortunately, people and ghosts now go their separate ways, so I don't have to listen to his nagging every day.
I hate the way you come in drunk and collapse on my bed. Why did you just open my door when you got home? There should be some distance even between intimate people, you wouldn't understand. A drunken man reeking of alcohol, even if it's for socializing, no matter how much pain you have, I won't know, and even if you tell me, I won't understand. There is no empathy in the world, people won't feel the same, because I'm not you, I hate it.
I still feel a little angry when I think about it. It's rare to miss someone even after they've passed away.
"Maybe your appearance is very attractive to girls, but living with you is a disaster."
I've said that to myself anyway.
Hey, the corpse won't tell me where it is in my dreams. I'll dig it up and fill your ridiculous grave with it. You're a hypocrite, not telling me anything. The coolness after the scorching heat is the most sleep-inducing.
I see, I'm also tired.
Well then, I'll be living in my dreams.
See you in a few minutes.
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