Huo Shao's little goblin has a soft waist and a sweet heart, and is spoiled

He also said casually, who knows when he will find a girlfriend?

However, it was unintentional.

The little girl listened.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she secretly made up her mind.

Wait until she can stand in the light alone.

Wait until she is not afraid of crowds.

Brother Luo Bin can find a girlfriend.

This may be an extremely simple and trivial thing for ordinary people, but for Xue Ying, it is a huge challenge.

She can stay alone in a dark space, but is very helpless in the light.

As long as she was near a bright place, those not-so-good memories from the past would always come back. She could not control her trembling, panic, and discomfort...

All the negative emotions would accumulate together, and her weak body could not bear it.

Xue Ying, who has always been cowardly and always hid behind others, now wants to stand up for herself.

She doesn't want to be a burden to others.

I don’t want to delay brother Luo Bin either.

For so long, his care for himself was nothing more than guilt for Tang Kang.

How could she exploit one man's guilt for another and possess him for so long?

Of course you can't be so selfish.

"Okay." The little girl's eyes were bright and she responded very solemnly: "If I do it...if I do it, you will find...a girlfriend...right?"

Luo Bin raised his eyelids and looked at her. He knew very well that she was as timid as an ant, so he readily agreed: "Okay, okay."

I was just thinking: Could my girlfriend fall from the sky?Can you say that you can find it if you find it?Children are so naive.

He was a little tired and finally had a day's rest. He really put everything behind him and then got drunk.

But humans are social animals and cannot be completely disconnected from the world. Even if they hide and rest, they will still be caught up in one thing or another.

Wanting to be alone is sometimes a very luxurious thing.

After sending Xue Ying back to the apartment, Luo Bin looked up at the gray-black sky and couldn't see any stars. Maybe the light on the ground was too bright, so people couldn't see the stars when they looked up.

It’s really been a long time since I’ve seen stars.

The man was less than 30 years old, but his eyes were as dull as those of an old man.

The hairspray I sprayed when I went out in the morning has lost its fixing effect now. The limp hair hangs in front of my forehead, half covering the emotions in my eyes.

He walked very heavily step by step, as if there was a mountain on his back, and streetlights passed one after another above his head.

The man stared at the black shadow on the ground and stepped on it. The dark black shadow always followed closely and lingered.

"I want to be alone, don't follow me." I don't know who he said this to. Maybe he had two too many drinks at the dinner table just now, and now he is drunk and mentally confused.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"I want to take a rest."

"Tang Kang, why don't you come to my dream?"

"Why don't you come to my dream? Just scold me."

After going around in circles, Luo Bin came to the Martyrs Cemetery. He had been coming here diligently in the past six months.

Even in front of Tang Kang's tombstone is much cleaner than the others.

The man didn't bring anything special, just a pack of cigarettes and two bottles of wine.

The cold wind in the winter night can no longer be described as biting. The wind seems to pass through the seams of the bones, lingering and lingering, and it cannot be expelled from the body.It was like being poisoned by the cold in a martial arts novel. My whole body was cold, I was shivering, and my lips were purple.

"I can stay with you for a little longer today." Luo Bin opened a bottle of wine, toasted to the sky, and then took a sullen sip.

The white wine stimulates the tip of the tongue and travels down the throat to the empty stomach. The burning sensation is a bit uncomfortable.

"Today, I am actually very happy, but others don't see it."

"Can you see it? I guess you should be able to see it." Luo Bin looked at the black and white photo. The boy on it kept smiling.

"Damn, you're so handsome, I'm so jealous of you."

"Sorry, sorry." Luo Bin found that he didn't unscrew the wine bottle for him: "Don't be angry, I've always been selfish, and I didn't care about you when I was drinking."

"Oh, actually, I still can't accept it." The man's eyes were shining with tears, he could hear the whistling wind in his ears, and the strong taste of white wine was still on his tongue.

At this moment, the loneliness is deafening.

"They all advised me to come out, and I was thinking...where should I go?"

"Can I ever get out of this earth?"

"It's funny."

"If I could get out of this earth... No, I can't get out..."

Every time he comes here, he always talks nonsense, such as what he ate in the morning, what he ate at lunch, what he ate in the evening...

Who and who handled a big case today, and who got into trouble again?
From time to time, I also report on the current security situation in country R.

"Sometimes, I feel a little uncomfortable. Why do you do so much, but few people remember you?"

"How can people's memories be so bad?"

"No, my memory is not very good, so I always remember you."

After Luo Bin drank his liquor, he stared at the liquor placed in front of the tombstone in confusion.

He chuckled coldly: "You know I'm very selfish. It's hard to make money now. I saw that you didn't drink either, so I drank for you."

Perhaps because he was drunk, the wine in his eyes had a double image. He reached out to take it, but accidentally knocked over the bottle.

'Snapped! 'The glass bottle shattered, and the wind blew the wine away.

"You are really a person. You don't drink yourself, and you don't let me drink." Luo Bin muttered, and when he couldn't drink the wine, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

The more I drink, the more confused I become, but the more I smoke, the more I wake up.

He sat in front of the tombstone, half-smoking the cigarette and half-smoking the wind.

The dead branches blown by the hurricane were almost touching the ground, and rootless grass hung melodiously in the air. The Martyrs Cemetery was surprisingly quiet, and no noise could be heard even though it was in the city center.

"This place is nice and quiet." Luo Bin sat for a long time, and his buttocks were numb.

He stood up and planned to leave, then picked up a few dead branches and tied them together, and swept away the broken glass in front of Tang Kang's tombstone.

While scanning, he said: "The Chinese New Year is almost here, and I have to be on duty. The next time I see you, it will probably be next year."

"Don't be angry, kid. I will definitely bring you something delicious."

"I know you like to eat braised pork with pickles and braised pork. Don't worry, I will bring you hot ones."

"If you have any other favorite dishes, tell me in your dream."

Luo Bin rambled for a while, then stood in front of Tang Kang's tombstone and suddenly became quiet. He looked at the black and white photo, stood up straight, and saluted.

The man left, disappearing into the dark night in the cold wind.

There was a smell of tobacco and alcohol mixed with a strong sadness in the wind.

He could never get out of this predicament.