"Brother, calm down, you must calm down..."

I muttered something in my mouth, reminding myself again and again.

Now I am very manic. Usually when I am manic, I will yell, and if I am a little more serious, I will even smash things.

That business card is the fundamental reason for my mania.

Once again, I couldn't tell the difference between illusion and reality. Perhaps my expression was a little distorted, and the passers-by looked at me with strange eyes. I ran to the toilet and sat on the toilet for deep reflection.

"Okay, I met a woman with black stockings. That girl is a liar. I won't be fooled..."

I don’t know if this is considered self-hypnosis. When I comfort myself like this, I feel much better.

To make myself feel better, I am going to think back on some interesting things and feel good and everything is good.

When I was in the toilet, the first thing I remembered was the stories related to the toilet.

One night I sang with a group of men and women friends on KTV. That night I had diarrhea. I went to the bathroom halfway through singing. As soon as I walked out of the room, a girl who I admired her figure chased me out. The girl was drinking almost the same and wanted to chat with me alone. But you know, a man with diarrhea, how can I have the mood to chat with my girl alone?

I couldn't hold it in at that time, and between shit and holding my sister, I chose to shit.

By the time I came out of the toilet, the girl had already taken a taxi and left.

Since then, she and I have become passers-by.

Later I often thought that if I hadn't had diarrhea that night, I would have gone out to check in with her.

Looking back on this story, I didn’t find it interesting at all, but was a little sad.

Hugo once said this: Dreams are allowed for losers, while memories belong to lonely people.

People who are too addicted to memories are often too lonely. I don’t plan to be lonely anymore, so I am going to squat in the toilet to look forward to the future. For me, the best future is to meet a beautiful flight attendant at the airport and develop a story.

Speaking of flight attendants, I am actually quite ashamed. After counting on my fingers, I have lived for a long time and have never had any stories with them. I have lived until now and I don’t know any flight attendants at all. This makes me feel that there is a shortcoming in my life occasionally.

Every time I mention the word "Shikari", I always subconsciously think of another word: Sister Tie... This word was created by me. The so-called Sister Tie is the female flight attendant on the train.

Someone once asked me: What are you willing to compare the girls in your memory to?

I replied: Each of them is a song.

Sister Tie in my memory is a song-like girl.

I once had the experience of falling in love at first sight. That year, I saw a kind and beautiful sister Tie on the train. She was holding an old lady out of the car. I was hit by a glory of human nature on the spot. I felt like I was in love. A song by Tao Zhe came out of my mind: angel, angel, please hold my hand tightly...

On April 18, 2004, my country's trains implemented the fifth large-scale speedup. Before that, the train was extremely slow. That was before that, I took Tiejie's train every day. The train took a total of 60 hours from A to B, crossing several provinces, but I worked tirelessly to take the train.

At that time, I believed that there was something, so there was a miracle. She couldn't understand that a person didn't go to work or study to play trains all day, and he sat there for two months. By the time she understood, she was already fooled.

We have experienced the wind and rain together, seen the rainbow, experienced happiness and tasted pain, and the reason why we separated later was also a song: That year you decided to travel north, but I insisted on my heart towards the south...

Later, I wanted to write a book "Days of Living with Sister Tie". Considering that I would accidentally tell the truth in a fictional story, I held back. After many years, I still think she is an angel and I shouldn't use my lewd brushstrokes to ruin her.

Once again, I fell in love with Saorui and went off topic again. Recently, I have been falling into memories without realizing it. This makes me confused. Is it because I am too lonely or is there something wrong with me?

Whenever this happens, the picture in my mind will be particularly clear: an old man is immersed in memories...

I didn't even wipe my butt, and I lifted my pants and walked out of the bathroom.

As for why I didn't wipe my butt, I didn't pull it at all!

As soon as I walked out, a flight attendant walked out of the female toilet opposite. She was 1.7 meters tall and looked up, and the three measurements were unknown. Since they were all rhymes, I might as well add that this girl with 1.7 meters tall and the three measurements were unknown.

If she is used to describe her in one sentence, she will give people a bit like Zixuan from the bloody drama Xianjian Sanli.

As soon as I saw her, I was confused again.

When I saw this flight attendant, I felt very familiar.

"Come on, you always say it looks familiar when you meet a beautiful girl!"

Lei Zi's words echoed in my ears again, so I was not sure if I really knew the flight attendant in front of me.

This situation hurt me very much. I planned to find a quiet corner to heal, and then...and then, there was no more. A few minutes ago, I was fantasizing about a story with the flight attendant in the bathroom. When a lively flight attendant appeared in front of me, I lost my dream.

Many people are like me, not that they don’t have any chance, but that they miss great opportunities again and again.

I think the only advantage of me is that I won’t complain that God didn’t give me a chance, I just hate myself for not seizing the opportunity. After experiencing the mental trauma brought to me by a woman with black silk, the flight attendant in front of me gave me an inexplicable sense of security. Perhaps I can be sure that this flight attendant would not say a magical word to cleanse my brain.

I tried hard to prepare the opening remarks for a chat. If I said, "Sister, your Hearthstone fell to the ground", would it make me look too frivolous? While preparing the opening remarks, I showed my offensive tendency and looked at her without blinking. The more I looked at her, the more I felt that the answer was about to come out.

At first she didn't care much about me, but later she probably found that I was staring at her, so she also stared at me for a few glances. There was a problem with this. She was even more excited than me, her voice was a little trembling, and when she opened her mouth, she actually said in a foreign language: "oh~~"

She had been oh for a long time and didn't show anything, so I could only think about it myself.

If she said that she bought cakes later, it would be completely uncommon.

If she followed yes in the oh~~, it would easily remind people of Teacher Cang's European and American colleagues.

If she follows oh~Howareyoudoingthismorning, it will become an advertising song for Oppo-ulike2.
Chapter completed!