In particular, I somehow decided that the right person would appear smoothly at the right time, so when I grew up, I always stubbornly saved some "right things".
For example, I went to Europe and reached the southernmost tip of Italy, but refused to take a ferry to Greece, because I felt that the most suitable scene for watching the Aegean Sea was to hold the hand of my loved one and walk slowly on the beach with bare feet.
For example, when I went to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, I deliberately made a big circle around Hangzhou, because I felt that the best way to open the West Lake was to go to the Yuelao Temple with the right person to get a sign.
For example, I worked so hard to get to Guatemala, but I didn't go to Tikal to watch the sunrise, because I felt that at such a beautiful moment, a lonely person seemed to be committing a crime.
Another example. . .
Years and years have passed, and the little one is full, and another big one is replaced, and then another, and then another.
Finally one day, I suddenly realized that I was no longer the little girl who would scream happily when she saw the blue water. No matter how beautiful the scenery was, she just smiled faintly and was absent-minded.
And the right time and the right person have yet to come.
Just like the bottle of Chavel Blanc 1961 from Miles in the play, it has been carefully preserved waiting for the best time to share with the best people. But wait until the best drinking time has passed, and the mellow aroma of the wine has begun to decline irreversibly, and that time has not yet come.
In the end, I was disheartened. In the fast food restaurant, I had hamburgers and fries, and took a disposable plastic cup. I scribbled and drank this most cherished bottle of wine secretly. The most ironic thing is that those wines that are not treated so solemnly can be drunk at a better time, in a better mood, and in a better way.
I really don't know what the correct translation of Sideways is, maybe it's better not to. It just means that at some point in our life, we suddenly find that we are never walking on the main road with bright lights, and there is no predestined flower and beautiful family ahead. It's just an intertwined side road, and no one knows where it leads.
There's always a time when you stop and ask yourself whether you're rushing through that 61-year-old bottle in a fast food restaurant or keep going.
Drinking it at this moment, although the best time has been skipped, although it is a disposable plastic cup, although I am alone in a panic, but at this moment, the bottle is still fine wine after all, and then put it down, It might turn into vinegar.
But you can't help but think, what if the next moment, when you hurriedly dispose of your most cherished inventory at the end of the season sale price, the call you've been waiting for will come. .
Just a little bit, and a little bit off, you didn't wait and drink the best bottle of wine.
So, drink or not drink.
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