Bad woman Li Yan

Yesterday, a bad woman said to me, I have coffee and tears ready, do you have a wonderful story?

　　I said, go to Baidu wonderful stories by yourself.

　　Bad women say that there are real people on the Internet who are wonderful.

　　I said that where there is the brilliance of mortals, what is special is the kind of pain that others can't perceive at that time, and the kind of trouble and entanglement that I am not willing to let go of easily

　　Relieved, let go of the surprise of talking about Valentine's Day, one day drizzled, in the evening a person in the coffee house saw a couple of men and women passing by with umbrellas together outside the window. Simple and mundane.

　　At that time, I and my colleagues changed shifts for a day and a night, hurriedly made up for two hours of sleep, rushed to pick up my girlfriend from work, came early and waited in the coffee house opposite my girlfriend's unit, the window was drizzling, I was thinking about whether to go out to buy an umbrella, and I would like to walk in the rain for a while, and I saw her and her first love passing by with an umbrella together in front of the window.

　　Then the coffee in my hand was replaced by a second pot.

　　I was intoxicated with memories when the bad woman asked which coffee house can still change the second pot?

　　Do you care so much about the details? Spoil the atmosphere is not good!

　　The coffee house is a coffee house opposite the Armed Police Hospital, and the second pot head is the second pot head bought by Tang Jiu next to the coffee house.

　　Alcohol always stimulates people to recall more things, and after the coffee was replaced by a second pot, I remembered that I was the latecomer, the same scene, in the autumn on campus, the leafy tree-lined path, I had seen it. He was her first love, and in order to give her a better life, he took the initiative to study hard for a year and was admitted to a better university, and now he is just back home.

　　Bad woman, so you sullen two pot heads quietly left?

　　No, I kept sitting there because I knew they were not going in the right direction home

　　Bad woman, she is not your first love, really a witness to bitter feelings. And later?

　　Later, I waited for them to come back together, when the drizzle was still pouring down, and they still passed by with an umbrella together and did not find me sitting in the coffee house drinking the second pot by the window.

　　Then after a while my phone rang and I said sorry, I was still on duty...

　　You're such a bad woman!"

　　I was moved to tears

　　Didn't see it

　　A momentary cold rainy night will pass in the goodness of a lifetime

　　It's over, it's over, but unfortunately I'm not good. I choked up after listening to your words and wanted to look at the sky at 45 degrees

　　With the passage of time, many memories have begun to blur, and the memories of her stay in the slanting sun of the sky, red like wine in a lover's cup

　　Tonight the wine woke up where the willow shore was in the wind, and the bad woman dragged the text.

　　It was cloudy and rainy, and a person sat alone in the coffee house, watching the people coming and going outside the window, watching the drizzle outside the window

　　The bad woman said that after the rain, it would be sunny

　　But I went on to say that there seemed to be acquaintances passing by, bowing their heads, people walking tea and cold, leaving words on the table, "What to do with me?"