Xinlan Hand-made Private Kitchen [fragrant Boiled Pork Slices]——the Dream Life of The Leftover Women (part 2)

It's Qixi Festival again, and it's another year of Magpie Bridge Meeting Season...
Since I have known these evils, on these sensational days, I no longer have to buy drunk alone. I discovered that there are so many heartless people in this world, and I can gradually fall in love with these days when some people are happy and others are sad.
"Xinlan, the old place, hurry up. The wine is almost ready to wake up, and it will become vinegar when it comes late." The voice of rice grains is best used in a noisy environment, ha ha. The so-called old place is a small shop in a night market. They are very obsessed with the boiled pork slices there. The method is very special, which is different from the traditional burnt aroma and dark color, but a tangy fragrance and bright eyes. In their eyes, this dirty little shop can completely match Feng Huan's nest. Just like Yuanyuan loves vodka and Little Y loves Admiralty wine, this group of scourges only drink red wine sponsored by rice grains, which is the case everywhere.
When I arrived, the three scourges were already sitting in full costumes at the open-air round table, arguing passionately about what. The ice bucket, decanter and SCHOTT are enchanting on the tabletop. Looking at this shape from a distance, I thought it was a terrace dining table for Beluga whales. Looking closer, the napkins under the table, the ice cube boxes in the pile of food scraps, and the wooden red wine boxes smiled bitterly. I think even if the white whale is crazy, it won't be so bad for itself...
This roadside shop was near a factory, and sat down in a circle of young and curious eyes, and found that Qingqiu was not there. "Where's autumn?" "The Mojihuo is still on the way. According to her, she is ready to go out at six o'clock." "...It is now 7:30 in the evening. Her home seems to be only 20 minutes away by car. "
For the next thirty minutes, the three women had a huge discussion about distance, speed, possible circumstances, and the reasons for Qingqiu's late arrival. On this hot summer night, I was exhausted for them.
A burst of sweet peony fragrance came, and I knew that Qing Qiu had arrived, and I began to explain the reason for the 120-minute drive of 20 minutes. "I have more heart than you guys who are heartless and heartless. On this special day, in order to match our silly heart blue, I know he must still be in sportswear today. So I am going to put on my playful Strap jeans, I love the half-embroidered butterfly on her trousers, but he was completely annihilated in my wardrobe, like water disappearing in the water. It is a coincidence that, with my unremitting efforts, I actually found my most lady The light blue pleated skirt is quite suitable for me, so I decided to wear him tonight. So I started to choose shoes that complement the pleated skirt..." "Wait, but you are now Wearing a black deep V halter..." I was speechless. "That's because..." "Boss, serve!"
I believe this is a fact. The most important furniture in Qingqiu’s family is the wardrobe. The number of her clothes is so huge that only Su’s underwear can match...
This is a weird but accustomed scene, a noisy and messy environment, four older beauties in costumes, a silly older man in sportswear, crystal clear high-end wine utensils, greasy tables, street food and conversation The content can turn from trivial gossip to the international situation without warning, then to fashion fashion without warning, and then to Xu Zhimo without warning... Sometimes a dinner party that is as elegant as a luxury conference, but there is no warning. The reality of being pulled by a wave of unbridled laughter at the side stall.
After the meal, I got into Su’s 307SW as usual, and the scourges began to organize themselves. I know that a new carnival is about to be staged again. One cigarette Kung Fu, the other three costumes, and the crimson cheeks make them very enchanting in the dark. With our great entertainment machine, led by the Midnight Goodwill Ambassador Qingqiu, we found the hottest venue in the city without any difficulty. Sensational music, ambiguous light, fallen soul, a night of revelry.
Leave at two o'clock as usual, drag Qingqiu drunk from the toilet as usual, send Na and Su with rice grains as usual, and as usual, I will bear the drudgery of sending Qingqiu home. Qingqiu is drunk and likes to talk, mumbling to himself, clinging to me, listening to Martian words in the drunkenness of his forehead and not being able to struggle is an extremely painful thing, but more painful things are yet to come. . Carrying Qingqiu upstairs, on the fifth floor, no elevator...just put into bed, not surprisingly, Qingqiu vomited... I was busy for a while, helping Qingqiu change clothes, wipe her body, feed water, clean the carpet, murder the air freshener. I can finally sit down and drink some water, damn it, it's five o'clock. Looking at Qingqiu under the night lights, like a weak cat, completely lost the vitality of the night market. At this time, Qingqiu called someone vaguely, making me nervous. Prick your ears to listen, "Linfeng", don't know. I held Qingqiu's hand distressedly, and Qingqiu suddenly tried hard, and firmly grasped my hand, as if a drowning man was holding that straw. "Linfeng, don't go. Please, don't go. For our children, please..." The two lines cleared tears, how sad.
Looking at this crazy "entertainment machine", I can understand the stories behind it without asking me. One night of madness, one night of alcohol, just to numb the scarred heart, temporarily forget the past that can't be told to others, and ignore the unconscious tears for the time being. I don't know what kind of tenderness and unfeeling that Linfeng once gave Qingqiu, and I don't even dare to imagine the final fate of that child. I only know that I am heartache. Some injuries are deeply rooted in the soul, no matter how the years flow, no matter how hard we work, we cannot heal them. It turns out that we are all so fragile, so fragile that we will shed tears even in our sleep. In my whole life, I will not try to ask Qingqiu’s story, nor touch her fragile heart. I will care more about her, love her, make her happy, relax her, and keep her short in front of others. False joy. Because we are friends, buddies, diehards, and hurt people.
The same is the end of the world love hurts others, who knows the two lines of tears...
End of the middle. "