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Chapter Two One (5)

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    "Look." I gave Joven the copy of "Changle Town"

    Joven put down the cup in his hand and pretended to take it with both hands in a respectful manner, "Oh? It's amazing."

    "Thanks," I smiled, "as usual, cold beer."

    He took a sip of the beer and saw that there were not many people in the bar today, "Is business not good today?"

    "En." Joven doesn't mind whether the business is good or bad, because he is not the boss.  For me, less people seem to be quieter.

    Joven took out two cups from the backstage and put them on the shelf. He raised his eyebrows and whispered to me, "You're lucky."

    The "forget-me-not" molecules in the air irritated my nasal cavity when I didn't know what to say.

    "How about my new hairstyle?" Xia Yu sat down next to me, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.  When she said this, it felt like we were old friends who had known each other for many years.

    "Not bad." I paid attention to her hair.  I cut the long hair that could hang down to the waist so that it can only be draped over the shoulders, which is much more refreshing than before.  Xia Yu only wore a very ordinary yellow sweater today, and there was a holle kitty on it, which was as ordinary as a middle school student.

    "Are you only able to speak in a few words?" Xia Yu frowned and called a whiskey.  Joven brought the wine and walked away sensibly.

    It's not that I have nothing to say or I don't want to deal with Xia Yu, but I was just thinking about how to get back the last hotel money.

    "Do you only drink beer?"

    "Don't you only drink whiskey?"

    Xia Yu looked at the wine glass very intoxicated, "Because it feels good to be drunk."

    "Well, I'm afraid of getting drunk, and more importantly" I put my hands together on the tip of my nose, "Beer is the cheapest."

    Xia Yu originally thought that I would tell some deeper reason, so she burst out laughing.  She saw "Changle Town" on the table.  I didn't want her to read the book and reach out to snatch it, but she was one step ahead of me, and I missed it, smiling awkwardly.

    "You wrote it?" Xia Yu flipped through the book.

    "En." I didn't want Xia Yu to read it because I also thought this book was ridiculous, and I was also very surprised about why it was published after passing the editor's review.

    "Send it to me." Xia Yu shook the book in her hand and put it in her handbag.

    I wanted to introduce the content of this book to Xia Yu so that she could understand it better, but she didn't give me a chance, she blocked my mouth with her mouth, and could feel her cold lips and tongue.  The hands hanging on both sides tightly hugged Xia Yu into my arms.

    The scent of "forget-me-not" has been lingering around me this night, and we have all the things that should and shouldn't happen.  Because I didn't drink much, I can clearly remember that I carried Xia Yu onto our bed.  The next morning, a puddle of blood was found on my bed, and she told me that it was menstruation.

    Xia Yu took out a pack of 520 from her bag.

    "Can I stop smoking? I hate the smell of cigarettes." I changed the sheets.

    "I'm sorry." Xia Yu put down her hand that was just about to light a cigarette.  She sat naked on the window sill of my room and looked at the road below, "The scenery is nice."

    I smiled in response.

    Throw the sheets in the washing machine and press the button.

    Actually, I don't care whether Xia Yu is a virgin or not, and I'm not even interested in how many men she has had, because I have no feelings for her.  And I believe she is the same.  I believe even more that Xia Yu is just like me because of loneliness.  I never thought that I would end up like this, sleeping with a strange woman.  Many years ago I thought it was a sin to have sex with someone I didn't love, but now I don't feel guilty at all because we just get what we need.

    Back in the room, I saw Xia Yu was laying clean sheets, I hugged her from behind, then pressed her on the bed, and kissed her neck frantically.

    Xia Yu pushed me away, "I can't do it today, I have my period in the morning." She slowly sat up and coughed by the bed.

    I took out W's old clothes from the closet and gave them to Xia Yu, and she put her hands into the sleeves.  w is much taller than Xia Yu, so the clothes feel loose and baggy on the body.

    "You can make do with it first. I've washed your clothes and they can be dried in the afternoon." I said to Xia Yu.  I met a drunk person at the bar yesterday, and she vomited Xia Yu all over, and my house is relatively close, so I brought her back to change clothes.

    "Do you still have a hobby of collecting women's clothes?" Xia Yu stood up and turned around, "I'd rather hear this one.The story of the convincing master.  "

    "What about your own story?" I asked back.

    Xia Yu didn't speak.

    "Sorry." I apologize.

    "Do you know why clouds are white?" Xia Yu suddenly asked inexplicably.

    "have no idea."

    "Because it forgot its own color." Xia Yu watched the clouds float by in the sky from the window.  Hands on curled legs.

    Even though Xia Yu's current performance is profound, I still feel that this cannot be regarded as a causal relationship at all.  It cannot be said that the sky is blue because it reminds me of its own color, or that I am yellow because my skin reflects my inner color.  This is all illogical and scientific.  In my memory, the high school physics teacher told us that the color is determined by the color of light absorbed by the substance, and the color we see is the color of light that is not absorbed.

    "The cloud doesn't remember its own color, so it can move around with the wind." Xia Yu continued, "And people also need to forget themselves in order to live a life without worries."

    "What do you mean?" I didn't understand what she was saying at all.

    "I have been living in different cities, and whenever I leave, I will not take the memory of this city with me." Xia Yu paused, "Therefore, I don't have any stories."

    I finally understood that she originally wanted to use clouds to describe her own wandering and blurring.  However, this is another person who loves to escape.

    Although the words were beautiful and indifferent, I could clearly see the tears rolling in her eyes.  Maybe she didn't know how sad she was at this time.

    A little overwhelmed, I don't know if I should comfort her, but I immediately think this idea is funny, because I don't know who Xia Yu is, so what can I say?  People are actually very strange. They don't want to share their hearts with others but want to pry into other people's privacy as much as possible.

    Xia Yu said that she was hungry, and after looking around, there were only a few beer bottles in the house, and they were still empty.  I'm used to ordering takeaway, and I haven't cooked for a long time. In fact, my cooking skills have improved a lot in the past three years.

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