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there is nothing worth yearning for in this life; a life devoid of meaning

Xiao Shang, it's warm to write her name. Memories are such powerful things that you can control a person's soul without blowing off dust.

I don't love the world, I only love you.

Xiao Shang was the first netizen I chatted with very congenially. I had a lot of precautions against netizens before, but when I met her, all the precautions collapsed completely.

She is a girl with a beautiful voice, and her speech is crisp and neat, and she is warm and warm. I am a deeply poisoned voice controller. The first time I heard Xiao Shang's voice, I knew there had to be a story between us.

her voice said, "you didn't scare me to death."

because I almost fell down the stairs, she was worried at the other end of the phone.

I held my mobile phone and didn't reply. Cover up your heart with silence.

it's not that I lack love, but once I have a good feeling, I will be moved easily.

We started talking on the phone crazily. She talked about her favorite cigarettes, drinks and music in nightclubs. I talked about my favorite desserts, pure water, books and stories. Later, she said that I was her most serious encounter in the world of flowers and flowers, and I said that she was the most ridiculous existence in my modest life.

two worlds, one kind of sincerity, Xiao Shang and me.

I used to think that I was a different person in this world. I didn't love Valentine's Day, rose chocolate and coquetry. My predecessor said that a girl like you is very unlovable. I didn't speak, just smiled and gave a polite "hmm".

when I met Xiao Shang, my girlish heart was opened.

We talked on the phone until evening, and she said, "Momo, it's time for you to go to bed."

I said, "No."

"But staying up late is not good for your health, and I will feel bad." No matter how normal it is, when it comes out of Xiao Shang's mouth, there are many kinds of customs.

it only takes one second to hang up, but because she is on the other end of the phone, things become difficult.

"Then don't hang up, and just go to sleep, okay?" Xiao Shang said.

she is always patient when I play the woman and cheat.

her even breathing turned the dark and cold night into a gorgeous and warm dream. I stayed up all night, and she made a subtle sound on the bed, awakening my long-sleeping soul, and my thoughts grew like crazy.

If you love someone, you will grow the courage to be strong. If she is far away, you dare to wander around the world.

On a beautiful day when spring is blowing, Xiao Shang is at work, and we spoke on the phone.

I said, "Xiao Shang, the winter jasmine on the roadside is blooming. The sunshine is like milk. I wear a sweater and can eat a big bowl of ice cream at noon."

"hmm."

"What about you?" I asked.

"it's snowing." Xiao Shang's answer is very similar to the weather there.

She is in Xinjiang and I am in Beijing. She is winter, I am spring; She ate dinner and I fell asleep; She misses me. I miss her.

2, kilometers is cruel and far away. Even feeling the same season and eating and sleeping at the same time are extravagant wishes.

we haven't talked all day. I wonder if I flaunted spring wildly and gave her a helpless sense of distance? In different places, people grow sensitive physique.

In the evening, Xiao Shang finally called: "Momo, where are you?"

"What about dinner?"

"I'm hungry, too. What should I do?" Xiao Shang's soft words are killing him.

"then you come and we'll eat together." I looked at the lonely plate in front of me and felt dejected. A person for a long time, eating and working and studying are the same concept, and they are both necessary conditions for survival.

"open the door and we'll have dinner together." Xiao Shang said.

I always play jokes with Xiao Shang. Even if she is joking, she is the only one who can make me laugh.

when I opened the door, all the surprises and thoughts rushed to my head in an instant, and my vision became blurred. I saw Xiao Shang in the dim light, with short hair shaved off her temples, clear-cut thin cheeks, earrings that gave off real dazzling light, long trench coat and sneakers, charming and handsome, so perfect that I couldn't believe she was real.

I reached out my hand carefully, trying to touch it, but afraid to touch it. I was afraid of breaking my dream, and my hand froze between us.

Xiao Shang pulled my hand hard and I just bumped into her arms. A strong hug ended my lonely wandering.

"what do you want to eat?" She asked.

"Mala Tang, chafing dish, prawns, chili fish, hamburgers, pizzas, and so on ..." At that time, many delicious foods appeared in my mind, and I almost forgot their taste, but at this time, I still love them as before.

"I'll buy it all, and you can have a bite." Xiao Shang finished and began to order food.

When we were eating, Xiao Shang's eyes fell on me, seeped into my skin, turned into a warm touch, and flowed in my blood. All my feelings were attracted by Xiao Shang, and even my favorite food could not taste anything.

At the first sight of Xiao Shang, I no longer believe in long-lasting love. Some people have lived together all their lives, but they have never tasted the taste of love. Some people have been desperate since they met. Falling in love is an accident that no one can predict.

On the first date, Xiao Shang said, "Let's go and play."

I shook my head.

Xiao Shang held a cigarette in one hand and rubbed my hair with the other. Through the lingering smoke, she looked at me with her head down like a fascinating mystery, and her voice was full of magnetism: "Tired?"

I said, "There are so many people in the street that I can't see you all the time."

Xiao Shang's side face showed a charming and ruffian smile. She didn't speak, held a cigarette, leaned her head back against the tree trunk, and played idly with a cigarette ring.

I sat on the steps, leaned against her, felt her body temperature and enjoyed the hard-won gathering. The breeze was like a feast.

The wind in the early spring night in Beijing seems to be blowing from winter. I love beauty and can't stand the cold. I hold my arms tightly, but my arms are only helpless. Xiao Shang put his coat on my shoulder and only wore short sleeves. I was just about to take off my coat and return it to her, but she held me down.

"Momo, let me take care of you." Xiao Shang held my shoulder and said in my ear.

I once laughed at the fact that the heroine in idol dramas is too easily moved and empathized, so truth can really comfort people.

We didn't arrange a trip. We went for a walk in Houhai, just like other people's pastimes after dinner.

The scenery of Houhai Bar Street is similar to that of many city bar streets, but it is melancholy and powerful because it carries many people's musical dreams. This street is very suitable for Xiao Shang, who leans against the railing and drinks beer to see the night scene, which is literary and true.

We walked hand in hand through the crowd, visited supermarkets for lovers' goods, ate fast food with discounts for lovers, and got tattoos for lovers' money. two of a kind is something to be proud of. Without the corrosion of loneliness, life is full of vitality.

There are wood carvings with carved names on the street. There are thousands of them in a pile, and one pile is three piles. Xiao Shang squatted on the ground, looking for my name one by one.

I said, "Shang, you are much more patient than you look."

Xiao Shang said, "I'm much smaller than I look. It's you who made me meet a different self."

The boss looked at us, and said with a smile, "Girl, your date is really good to you."

I lie prone on Xiao Shang's back and proudly say to my boss, "It's not only good for me, you see, she's pretty."

Xiao Shang fondly touched my face and said, "Silly girl."

at twelve o'clock in the morning, the city that never sleeps also showed a tired look. But I still can't bear to end this day, coquetry said: "Xiao Shang, I want to eat a big bowl of ice cream."

After a hard day's work, all the ice cream shops are closed. We crossed the streets to find a convenience store that is open 24 hours a day. An old man who collected stalls in the night market saw our hard work and asked with concern, "What do you want, son? I'll show you the way."

Xiao Shang said seriously, "Momo wants to eat a big bowl of ice cream."

The grandfather's kind face was dizzy with anger, and he said with a standard old Beijing accent, "You children are idle. Go home and sleep if you have nothing to do. What ice cream do you eat in the middle of the night?"

Xiao Shang and I held back our smiles and looked at each other. When we saw that Grandpa had gone away, we squatted on the ground and laughed and lost our breath. I always thought that it was my truest happy appearance, free and uninhibited.

finally, we really bought a big bowl of ice cream. When I took the third bite, Xiao Shang robbed me of the ice cream, and she gulped like a rough man.

"Xiao Shang, it's tasteless for you to rob me like this." I'm in a mood for a bowl of ice cream.

"oh." Xiao Shang squeezed out a word from his mouth full of ice cream.

I stormed ahead and ignored her.

after she finished eating, she threw the box into the trash can, caught up with my footsteps and hugged me from behind. Her lips just after eating ice cream stuck to my face, cold and cold. She said, "If you eat too much cold food at night, your stomach will hurt. Don't be angry with me, okay?"

I turned around, put my bracelet around her waist, and said sadly, "But if you eat it, you will also have a stomachache."

"Momo, I will bear all the pain in the future, and you are not allowed to work hard." Xiao Shang's kiss gently landed on my forehead, and her breath was like red wine, and she was drunk when breathing.

Loneliness often weakens a person's potential, so that we live in this world with a normal or even secular attitude. The companionship of the soul often gives us the courage to break away from imprisonment. Real freedom and joy are only available after falling in love with someone.

Xiao Shang said that she has worked hard in many cities, but she doesn't know the names of streets, famous snacks and people's lifestyles. Being unfamiliar is the best way to alienate the world.

But she wanted to know what I like to eat, the way I walked, and the strange habits, so she quit her job in Xinjiang and came to Beijing. She said, "Momo, I don't love this world, I only love you."

I jumped on her back like a happy deer and said excitedly, "I love you not only, but also your boiled fish."

On the way home, the ancient willows give off yellow-green buds, which look good floating in the sky or swinging by the lake. The sunshine in March is outrageous.

You are a thousand piles of snow, and I am a pedestrian on the long street

Describing the city with their stories. Xiao Shang and I seriously live our favorite lives, and eating, sleeping and walking have become a poem.

For three months, I flew home from work, from jeans to long skirts, from hurried breakfast to exquisite dinner, and every moment was as profound as a lifetime.

At four o'clock in the morning, my mother called: "Come back and see grandma, son. Grandma is ill. She has loved us all her life ..."

She broke down in tears.

I kissed Xiao Shang gently while he was sleeping, as usual as parting every morning.

Enduring pain and trying to be calm is the only thing I can do for Xiao Shang at the moment.

before dawn, street lamps are listless, and the city is rarely deserted. Lonely scenery engulfed me in despair.

When she arrived at the hospital, grandma wore an oxygen mask, and her kind face was so swollen that she couldn't see any expression. She had long needles inserted in her wrists and ankles. Her eyes were closed and she groaned from time to time, and she didn't know whether she was awake or slightly drunk.

I hold her needle-stained hand and lie on her pillow, thinking of her healthy and happy when I was a child. The picture in front of me is like a blade, cutting my heart off one by one. The cruelty of this man in the world is ten thousand times more cruel than you think.

how can I be so selfish that I can't even accept her illness? She is 84 years old and her organs are aging. She must be very tired.

"Momo, you're back." Grandma opened her eyes wearily to see me.

I hurriedly sorted out my hidden tears, squeezed out a smile, and tried to pretend that the clouds were light and the wind was light: "Grandma, you are awake. What do you want to eat?"

Grandma slowly raised her hand and stroked my face. Through the old skin, her gentle body temperature seeped into my cheek. She breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said, "It's great to finally wait for my Momo."

She tried to relax, like a gorgeous farewell.

my false strength was swept away by my true heartache, and my tears were the sadness of breaking the bank, flowing quietly and violently. I want to focus on remembering every inch of her warmth, but I can bear it so hard.

Mom said, "Son, let grandma rest. Go out and buy sesame candy for grandma. Before you came back, she said she wanted to eat it."

When I was a child, sesame candy made me happy, and I made my grandmother happy. Now, she is too tired and needs to omit the tedious delivery.

Once upon a time, I heard from my mother that on the last journey, people would want to eat a lot for no reason, because they had to say goodbye to the world of mortals and leave without regret.

Random thoughts destroyed what little will I had left. I stumbled out of the door, leaned against the vigorous poplars on the roadside, sat on the ground and burst into tears. Sadness can be done in an elegant manner; But despair is often not up to you. The most real injury is only pain without yourself.

a figure, with a familiar temperature, sat next to me and rested my head on her shoulder. After a while, tears fell on my side face and then flowed into my ears. I heard hysterical sobs in my body.

For a long time, the bystanders on the roadside were tired and left, and I couldn't make any sound. Xiao Shang, whose shirt was soiled by crying, still held his shoulders motionless.

"Xiao Shang, why are you here?" I'm aware of it later.

Xiao Shang said with a smile, "I was woken up at four o'clock in the morning and followed a girl all day, trying to give her time to digest, but when I saw her crying, I couldn't control anything."

Standing beside Xiao Shang, I feel that I can accept myself for the first time.

"I just heard grandma want to eat this outside the door, so I bought it." Xiao Shang said and handed me a big bag of sesame candy.

I walked along the street lamp for a long time. Looking back, she looked at my direction while smoking. In her eyes, I really want to make this street longer.

but that street is not longer.

People's panic seems to be premeditated anxiety. Unfortunately, I am often afraid of my accurate hunch.

Sure enough, smoke billowed from the hospital, and the square was full of people who were crying, angry or anxious but helpless. Among them, my mother, who was once elegant, is sitting on the ground and crying.

My grandmother who raised me for more than 2 years is still within the death line. I rushed to the hospital like crazy, but I was dragged by firefighters and my mother. They said, "It's dangerous."

But my dear, I want to see you, even for the last time! Life is cracked, impacting an extraordinary force. I growled, cried and struggled.

a hug wrapped me, powerful but gentle.

"Momo, you won't let me down, will you?" Xiao Shang's voice was like a sedative, injected into my body, and I quickly calmed down.

before I could answer, she suddenly ended her hug and plunged into the smoke with flames when everyone was not looking.

my head went blank, and the chaotic scene in front of me was still, and Xiao Shang's words were always repeated in my ears. I knelt on the ground limply, breathing the air of fear.

hope and death are intertwined in my heart.