siege of post-80s

A few men in messy clothes at the next table yelled loudly. Simple side dishes such as peanuts and shredded potatoes are placed on the table. "This unscrupulous developer, if we don't settle the project payment, how can we go home for the New Year?" A man with an Anhui accent yelled loudly, then picked up the Hongmei cigarette in his hand, and pinched it with his black fingers full of calluses. Well, I lit the match in my hand, squinted my eyes and lit a cigarette. Then, the small restaurant with only four tables began to be filled with smoke.

Si'er looked at the man next to her, shook her head and asked, "Wenwen, you're not used to eating here, are you?"

"What are you talking about? I was very happy to come here when I was in school. The food here is delicious, and I like to eat this pork stewed vermicelli. Every time I eat it, I think of the phrase in the flash 'Cuihua, serve sauerkraut!' '" Yawen picked up the wine glass unceremoniously.

The two laughed loudly, even overwhelming the voice of the man next to them.

"Today, I'm going to relax. I haven't had beer yet. Let's drink some today. Anyway, I'm still single now. Soon I will become a married woman to celebrate Women's Day." Si'er raised her hand again Pick up the wine glass.

"Well, let's drink to today's singleness and your future happiness." Yawen also raised his glass.

The two talked a lot about their childhood, and drank a lot of wine without knowing it. When all the customers in the store left and the waiters started to clean up, many empty beer bottles had already been erected on the tables of Yawen and Si'er.

"Si'er, have you really never drunk alcohol?" Yawen asked vaguely with blurred eyes.

"Yeah, it's the first time." Si'er was also puzzled, why she was only a little dizzy, and her reaction was not as strong as Yawen's. He hurriedly asked the boss to pay the bill, and helped Yawen go back to his home to sleep.

Yawen shouted excitedly along the way: "Si'er, we grew up together, we have agreed, whoever gets married first will be the bridesmaid, and I will be the bridesmaid. And we will never celebrate March 8th, I just want to live it for the rest of my life' Six? One'."

"Okay, okay, you are a bridesmaid, and you will live 'six? One' forever." Yawen is tall and slender, and Si'er struggled to support Yawen, walking hard all the way, until she returned home and let Yawen lie on her back own bed.

Looking at Yawen who was sleeping soundly beside her, she was still so beautiful, her face flushed from drinking beer.

Looking out of the window, Si'er said to herself: "Yawen is right, everyone has premarital phobias. If I hadn't gotten married, I wouldn't have known that I could drink so much." Si'er helped Yawen cover the quilt, lying on Yawen Beside me, I fell asleep sweetly. He gently hooked Gou Yawen's fingers like he did when he was a child.

The moonlight shone into Si'er's bedroom where the curtains were not drawn, giving the small room a warm glow. Hanging on the wall are several photos of Si'er and Yawen when they were in junior high school. In one photo, two people were wearing crumpled school uniforms and red scarves, holding licorice apricots and big rolls in their hands, which were prizes from the party. The other one was taken by Xiaozhen's father when she was dancing rubber bands with her neighbor Xiaozhen downstairs at Si'er's house. Everyone laughed innocently. Under the photo, Si'er and Yawen, who were sleeping together on a small bed, seemed to smile as sweetly as they did when they were children.

In Shanghai in September, the air is filled with the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus. The weather is still sweltering, like the steaming water of the Huangpu River, and the still sycamore trees on the roadside outline a special picture of Shanghai. It seems that in the midsummer air, the seeds of love begin to sow around everyone who yearns for love.

At the iittlehoney dessert shop on Maoming South Road, several young people made an appointment to have a party to celebrate the return of Coco and Xue Zhe from their honeymoon.

The dessert shop is full of fun, and the colorful single sofas piece together a sparse and casual sofa area. The photo frame of swaroski in the glass cabinet is full of travel photos of the owner of the dessert shop, and the felt ornaments with irregular shapes on the wall, the fiery red makes them all filled with sweetness and love.

Su Wei and Yawen sat by the window, looking out the window together. The fun-shaped kettle on the yellow geometric table also puts a passionate flower on itself.