On Saturday, the streets were filled with hustle and bustle. But I was really not happy, because I was sick, probably because of the symptoms of mild fever and tonsillitis caused by colds. I took the medicine bought from the pharmacy and fell asleep in the sleeping and uncomfortable throat pain caused by the sleeping pills that came with the drug. I fell asleep with repentance for the bad habit of smoking and the unhappiness of throat cancer or lung cancer (the cough was very severe).

When I woke up, I found three things after I recovered: the inflammation has eased; the novel has not been updated; I was very hungry. I took a look at the time and it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. So I planned to stop updating and find some food to satisfy my hunger.

After searching all over the house, I found the following things that humans can eat: two peeled eggs, a few spinaches, six branches of Jumei Oak red wine, and half a pot of fish soup left last night.

I started preparing dinner with these ready-made things. The process was briefly done. I prepared two dishes at around 11 o'clock in the evening: cold-salted eggs and fish soup to cook spinach.

The moment I opened the curtains, my mood suddenly improved. Looking out from the glass window, I saw that there was no people downstairs. The neon lights of the hotel in the distance were flashing repeatedly, and the sign of a bar that was closer was lit quietly in the night... Nice night view, so quiet.

So, why not enjoy this wonderful dinner when eating these foods with a hunger attitude?

First, I opened a branch of red wine and kept it in the air. While I was waiting for the wine to oxidize and form a nice fragrance, I put the dishes on the table in front of the window and did some housework.

When you open the music, you don’t have to choose a song. The song “kisstherain” sounds at this time because of fate and chance.

I sat in front of the window, looked at the night view through the cold glass with great interest, and then poured half a glass of red wine. This kind of Jumei? Oak wine is said to be produced in France. Because the price I paid when I bought it, I knew it was a medium- and low-end wine. But what does it matter? Just like it.

I gently shook the wine glass and looked at the wine sauce in the cup. The color was not crystal clear enough, and the wine sauce was not evenly layered enough, but I knew that its fragrance and taste were quite satisfactory to me.

A sip of wine enters the mouth, slowly moistening the mouth, raised his head to the night sky and closed his eyes, a sour, astringent and sweet taste of life enters the heart through the tongue coating; the sound of the kissherain piano in his ears reminds people of the spring rain dripping from the eaves into the sun's current, and in this cold winter and spring seem to come suddenly.

Just by drinking and night view, one bite of food, one bite of wine and one glance at the tranquility outside the window, this night is so lonely... Just like the sound of a piano in the sound, there is quiet beauty in the faint sadness.

In this meal, I remembered many past events, those old things that are dusty or shameful, regretful, or missed, as well as those who have loved and loved themselves.

Later I remembered my old friend who lived in the next room, a friend who had been in love for more than ten years but was not here these two days, so I went to my girlfriend's place on the weekend...

The west wind is tight: 0:36 am 2011-12-4
Chapter completed!