Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

the 29th of the twelfth lunar month.

The streets are covered with red couplets, red lanterns for decoration are hung on the trees, the streets are crowded, and many street vendors are selling Kongming lanterns and holding fireworks.

At a glance.

It's all red.

Shi Sheng was wearing a mask, a hat and an ankle long down jacket. His whole body was wrapped tightly. Standing in the crowd like a walking corpse, he felt more and more lonely.

The desolation that seemed to be the only thing left in the world came out from the bottom of her heart. In the blink of an eye, it occupied her whole soul.

After the traffic light, she bowed her head, habitually pulled the mask up and quickened her pace.

At this moment, she would rather shrink in the basement with only a few square meters than wander aimlessly in the street.

On the day of family reunion, the passers-by in twos and threes set off her loneliness more and more like a ghost.

Most of the people living in the basement have gone home for the Spring Festival. The place where people usually make noise and have to queue up in the bathroom is now empty, and the cold wind shuttles between them, which makes her shiver.

It's cold.

But this kind of cold is different from usual.

Like wearing more clothes can not warm up the cold.

As soon as she took out the key from her bag, she looked up and saw a man standing at the door.

The light was too dim for her to see the man for a moment.

Last time in Philadelphia, Ji Yunan also stood in front of her house so quietly that her first thought at the moment was:

Ji Yunan found her?

When Sheng was scared, he stepped back and lost his key.

The man in the shadow seemed to be startled by her reaction and said, "what's the matter?"

Shi Sheng was relieved.

It's a familiar voice, and it's a woman.

Wood.

She stooped and picked up the key. "It's OK. You scared me. How did you come here today?"

Because he was afraid of being followed by others, he found Shisheng and Muzi only came here for the third time today.

"To accompany you for the Chinese new year, you are lonely, just as I am lonely, we are lonely together."

Muzi bought a lot of new year's goods, and two women struggled to move in.

Shi Sheng shakes his hand, closes the door, looks at the Le mark on his finger, frowns and says, "how can you carry so many things alone?"

She moved from the outside to the inside, and her hands were strangled like this, not to mention that she took the wood so far away.

"I didn't feel it when I bought it at that time, but I felt it was heavy when I really picked it up. But when I bought everything, what can I do? Carry it over. I can't throw it away."

As she spoke, she also rubbed the scratch on her finger.

The fingertips are blue because of ischemia.

When Sheng shakes his head, a bag of a bag of pull, "with something to fill your stomach? I haven't eaten yet. I'm starving. "

"It's two o'clock and you don't want to eat. You want to starve to death."

Muzi took a cut sweet skin duck from one of her pockets and threw it to her. "Hot, you can eat two pieces to pad your stomach first. Do you have a pot? I cooked two cans of beer, I also bought hot pot ingredients, and I brought my computer with me. I drank and wrote dramas at the same time. "

Shi Sheng: "I'm not sure."

She looked at the wood busy in a pile of pockets, lips slightly bent, this year suddenly not cold.

It's still warm.

Most of what Muzi bought were dishes that were cut directly into the pot. Shisheng went to wash the pot. Although it was small, two people were enough.

She was going out to eat, but the atmosphere outside was so lively that she was forced back.

They worked together and soon got it done.

Muzi turned on the computer and found a horror film. When he was in command, Sheng said, "turn off the light quickly. I feel the most in the basement. I can definitely see the effect of the cinema."

Two people nest on the bed, one takes a duck leg, the pot in front of them is emitting curly white smoke, and the narrow room is full of the smell of boiling beer and hot pot ingredients.

With the music and the pictures, it's really

Shi Sheng couldn't help laughing.

Muzi glared at her in the dark, "you're abnormal. You can see the effect of comedy when you watch horror movies."

"No," Shi Sheng pointed to the computer screen, "the feeling of the cinema."

Her voice was as usual, but Muzi felt that her eyes were bright, like a thin layer of water.

I don't know if it's the screen or she's crying.

Muzi held Shisheng's hand tightly and said, "well, the feeling of cinema."