Chapter Seventy-Seven: Farewell (Part II)
"Brother Wu Yu, do you really not like to play with them?" Lin Hong pinched the slippery chicken wings in his hand, neatly skewered them with fresh wooden skewers, and then put them on a plate on the side. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
"It's not that I don't like to be able to play together, I just don't want to join in the fun." Wu Yu threw the chicken wings on the oven, the snow-white brush was dipped in shiny maltose, and carefully brushed lightly, "If I change the occasion today, I will definitely not make my own skewers here, you must know that as a person who likes to drink, it is always the one on the table that can arouse the atmosphere the most." ”
"Oh, then Brother Wu Yu, why don't you want to go over today?" Lin Hong carefully dressed the skewers, this work was still a little difficult for him, the eldest young master, but after four or five more wounds on his fingers, he gradually mastered the trick.
"There are too many people." Wu Yu rolled his eyes, "You really think that the people below are blind, what are you doing on the roof of the car, the people below can see it clearly, do you still want to take off your clothes here and take a comfortable shower, and then sing your favorite song and run all the way to the northwest?" ”
"Well, not really." Lin Hong rubbed his nose, a little unconvinced.
"Do you know who you are after drinking too much?" Wu Yu rolled his eyes, "Don't tell me that when you get drunk, you will be very gentlemanly to see a girl on the side of the road, and then walk up and ask her with a smile if she needs to take her home." If I were you, I would definitely step on the wine bottle on the ground when I get drunk, and then call my dad a brother. ”
"Okay." Lin Hong shrank his head, but still decided to wear the skewers seriously.
Wu Yu rolled up the sleeves of his short-sleeved T-shirt, as if he was the owner of a roadside barbecue stall, wearing a white Han shirt, fiddling with the skewers on the oven, and then took a bottle of beer from the box on the side and took a sip, looking at the customers in front of the stall laughing loudly, with an expression on his face that seemed to be smiling.
What is this? Are you lonely, no, when have you ever been lonely, how can you be lonely with so many people around you?
His brows furrowed unconsciously, and he didn't know why, but he remembered the words that the little devil often asked him with a smile, Are you lonely? You shouldn't be lonely, because all your loneliness, I have helped you enjoy it, and the feeling of lying in the dark, all you see and think about is the dark night. There's no light at all in that place, so I'm really envious of you, at least you can see colors other than black.
Aren't you lonely? He shuddered and glanced at Lin Hong, who was still seriously wearing his roasted wings, the roasted wings on the oven had just been put on, and the grease was dripping on the charcoal, making a "squeak" sound, which was a little tempting.
You shouldn't be alone, let alone now. Wu Yu raised his head, looked at the people in front of him, and suddenly felt that those people were far away from him, and they were getting farther and farther away, all the way to... A place where you can't run by yourself. It's like a black sedan on a busy road, parked in the middle of the road, and doesn't move.
Isn't the black car in this traffic lonely? It's all the same kind of people around, but it's just as lonely and helpless. There has never been a definition of loneliness, it doesn't mean that you are not lonely when you are surrounded by people, if you say so, then the astronauts who go to the universe and stay alone in the cockpit are not going to be lonely and die.
But no, the astronaut is floating alone in space, that kind of place where there is no air, there may be only one human being, but he does not feel lonely, on the radio, there are countless people with him, he can listen to songs, eat, sleep. You can even have a bad temper, do nothing, and die in space, anyway, as an earthling, it is absolutely worth it to go to space once in your life.
But what about some people, even if they are crowded with people, their clothes are soaked with sweat, and they can even wring out water, but they are still lonely. Because they are the black cars in the traffic, they don't know what they should do, they don't know who they know, they can only walk numbly forward, maybe they will meet an acquaintance, say hello, and then pass by. Because for them, all the people are not himself.
Perhaps, the real friend in this world is yourself, only when you stand by your side, will you feel not lonely, right?
What a strange thought. Wu Yu hurriedly shook his head and threw the thought aside, he knocked his head, a little doubtful that he was really sick, for example... Neuropathy. Otherwise, how could he see a little devil crawling in and out of his body, and he still built a dark house in his heart.
He took a few cooked skewers from the side and put them back on the oven, not for anything else, just to cover himself. Maybe when you eat, you won't have any expression on your face.
However, these things will disappear one day, and at that time I will not be lonely, I will not see the night, and my left and right will always be a piece of light.
Not far from the roof of the car, Song Cheng had already told Lin Xuan about going to the Northern Wilderness, and the latter did not have too many suspicions, but just sent him some inquiries. As for the matter of the cemetery, he also carefully hid it, there is no need to tell Lin Xuan about these things, but if she really can't come back, then even if she knows about these things, she will not say them in his ear anymore.
Song Cheng said this to himself, but in the end, he just didn't want the other party to worry. Wu Yu raised his head, and the dark clouds rolled over the sky, as if an ancient giant beast was roaring, but under the dim sky, people were dancing happily with colored lights and beer.
What day is it? On this day, the ancient beast was hacked to death by the sword and sword of the human race, so under the black canopy, people held up the wine and carnival, the roar of the giant beast was full of dare, and the huge eyes became the sun and the moon, and from then on, these lonely people finally saw the color other than black.
The chicken wings on the grill were already slightly golden, Wu Yu coated the maltose again, and the faint sweet aroma permeated the air, in fact, the grilled chicken wings touched the maltose again, just to make the chicken wings shine. But she couldn't bear it, Yuan Rong was a lover of sweets, so this salty delicacy was changed into a beet by her.
However, Wu Yu does not brush every string of maltose seven or eight times, because as a chef, he always has to make something for those with unique tastes to eat.
Wu Yu took a deep breath and sat down on the chair, how many days can there be such lazy days? You can sit in the bar every day, don't care about anything, drink the best liquor, and the pretty girl sits right next to you, obediently playing with the lemon slices in the cup.
It's just that all of this will pass, so enjoy it while you're still alive. Because there is not much time left for them, they should also go to the place where they once escaped and see. (To be continued.) )