In order to grab a band ticket, I mistakenly entered a group of music fans and got acquainted with "storyteller Lu Zeyun". From the ridicule that "Yunnan men don't marry into wives" to the good night stories delivered on time at 9:30 every night, the distance of 800 kilometers is gradually filled with sweet fairy tales.
He said he had a "too straightforward" story that he wanted to tell me when the time was right, but he deleted my WeChat account after being drunk. I thought that this encounter that started with music would end in vain, until I sent the bottle of green plum wine I brewed myself, along with Gu Cheng's poem: "I lost that piece of moon, I lost it on purpose."
The wine is very sweet, but the time is not up yet.
Amidst the deafening singing of Livehouse, he stood behind me and protected me through the crowd. I wanted to turn around and hug him, but I resisted the urge ten times.
"I prefer the idea of not blaming everything on reason."
I wrote this poem on the label of the wine I gave him, like I was betting on an uncertain future.
This is a story about waiting, courage and regret.
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