I heard a familiar voice outside the door calling for me to get up and start eating.
Thoughts go back to the distance, thinking about how I got home the night before, thinking about what I said yesterday, thinking about the people I saw yesterday, thinking about the big paragraphs we talked about...
I once asked the old cat next to me, beer can not taste anything, only a mouth full of bitterness, how do you do bottle by bottle into your neck.
The old cat came back to me, and that's because your life was still sweet.
The old cat's original name was old cat, surnamed Mao, and he called out smoothly, so he changed the harmonic sound for her. She also didn't resist, and it was easy for people to compromise with me. To be precise, for the people she loves, it is easy to compromise.
This is where she is cute, and it also adds to the foreshadowing of her later stories.
The old cat was an ordinary girl, an ordinary dressing style, an ordinary plain face. Kind and strong to live around us.
During college, the old cat only loved to study, we were two departments, she Chinese, I english. She was dull and I was energetic. I used to rush to the library and pull her out and skip class with me. I could always see her hesitant look, but I couldn't stand the expectation in my heart.
The muna in the old cat's life was in stark contrast to the excellence of her homework. Near the exam, I buried my head in the classroom and worked hard, curbing the crazy youth, and memorizing the key points drawn by the old cat of the cross-professional.
The old cat said that her most beautiful youth was with me.
I quipped to her that you taught me to climb the dormitory building in the middle of the night and almost get stuck on the railing.
The old cat said, you have to thank me, or you will make up the exam for higher algebra.
I said, please eat delicious food.
It was a good time. Everywhere there was the smell of grass flowing over the tip of the nose. The old cat at that time laughed, and the corners of his mouth floated a shallow pear swirl.
The simple old cat later met a man who played the piano very well, and his heart went with him.
The old cat fell in love with music. It's just that the old cat singing is really too hard to hear, we sing, she only has a little song, followed by a moment of whispering.
She begged me to take her to the piano shop. I said what do you want to learn, she thought about it, that drum can always be. In fact, the old cat really has nothing to do with the sense of music. I hadn't touched the drum for three months, and I had been silently tapping her on the small bench.
No one ever thought that the old cat after graduation would actually come together with his piano prince, and other people's graduation season was busy breaking up and saying goodbye. And the old cat's graduation season came as tender as water.
Goodbye old cat, old cat actually learned to drink. I asked her, what about the Piano Prince. The old cat was silent.
The eyes were blank and deep. I poured myself a full glass for her, and the wine spilled out a little bit in the transparent glass, and then it spread out in all directions.
The old cat called me, and she said, how happy she was when I was a child, jumping down two stairs and happily going to fly, it was good. And now I need to stand on the glass boardwalk and jump in the air to truly feel the pulse of my heartbeat.
At this time I was lying on the soft bed, enjoying the big sun pouring down from the big glass, and the air was flying farther and farther away with the floating dust.
Good dreams, good night.