I was alone in the bar. Chen Zhen was not here today. The bar suddenly lost the sense of familiarity and felt a bit strange. The bright and feasting atmosphere of the bar can give me a feeling of being separated from the world. I think this is unlikely. I should say The sense of familiarity based on acquaintance makes this thing or this place no longer strange because of one person.
I was drinking and thinking about Chu Yue’s departure today. It seemed that there were not many acquaintances to chat with in Shanghai. Yu Qing was preparing to get married with Cheng Cheng, and Chen Zhen didn’t know where to go. Happy and happy, Li Ping...it's okay not to talk about it.
I suddenly understood where this feeling of loneliness comes from. It comes from people developing a sense of trust and attachment to something or someone else, treating him or her as one's own. With close friends, as the exchanges become more frequent, the relationship will be further sublimated, and you will subconsciously think that you and he (her) are on the same road and have common topics.
Just like in primitive times, early humans lived in groups as their main way of life and had no choice but to go their own way. This is a mark left in their genes. When a person is alone, he will feel emptiness and loneliness. If you want to find a companion, those who insist on adapting to loneliness are all kings. Kings have always been alone, and those who live in groups are the weak ones who choose to live in an ignoble way.
A tough talk is a tough talk, a method is a method, a code is a code, I was drinking wine, and soon the phone rang. I answered the phone, and Chen Zhen on the other end said breathlessly and questioningly: " Xiangyang, are you and Chu Yue separated? "
I hummed. It seemed that Chu Yue had told Chen Zhen the news about his separation from me. Suddenly, a woman's gasping sound came from the phone, as well as Chen Zhen's. Yes, I was a little dumbfounded. I couldn't help but sigh that this kid was having so much fun. He was already such an adult, yet he dared to hide his beauty in a golden house in broad daylight. He didn't even go to work and was happy in his rented house.
I cursed with some joy: "You kid, how old are you to do this, you..."
I suddenly stopped what I was saying, I can't talk about that southern girl. He cried so sadly and miserably at that time. If I ruined his fun at this time, wouldn't I be really hurting others?
"Hey, Xiangyang, are you still there? Hey, talk, why don't you say anything again?"
There was an urging from the other end of the phone, and I said: "You kid, please speak more Try harder, don't let her look down upon you."
Chen Zhen chuckled and said, "Okay, let's see how powerful I am!"
After that, there was another. I heard a woman's gasp, and I blushed and hung up the phone. I hoped that Chen Zhen could step out of the shadow of that southern woman and not be as depressed as me. It seemed that Chen Zhen had forgotten the sadness of that night and was all gone. Already looking for a bitch.
With Chen Zhen’s urinary nature, there is no telling whether he can make it to the end. That woman can only see Chen Zhen’s temporary charm as a man. What lonely woman who often goes to nightclubs wouldn’t be attracted to a man?Interested in a mature man who sings soulful songs?
I took a sip of wine, looked up at the strings of neon lights hanging above my head, sighed, and said: "In this world, no one is not busy. When I was a child, I was busy. Playing, growing up and busy working, everywhere in the realism, but I have such an idealistic flower blooming, not to mention the flowers, without resources, it can only wither and wither. ”
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I left the bar, greeted the sunset, and walked home alone. I lit a cigarette and wandered downstairs in front of my house. At this moment, two people were staying downstairs. The door of the truck was closed, and there was a red convertible standing in the corner. I just glanced at it and ignored it. The two trucks started to catch fire and were about to leave. I didn’t pay much attention and whistled. Go upstairs.
I came to the door of my house and was about to take out the key to open the door, only to find that the room next door had been decorated, but the door was not closed, leaving a gap as big as a fist. This aroused the curiosity of a child like me. of curiosity.
I looked around and confirmed that there was no one in the corridor. I quietly and slowly opened the door. That was it, I knocked on the door, made a loud noise, and shouted inside: "Is there anyone there?"
I waited for a while, but no one responded, so I walked in confidently and walked in. I looked around habitually. The decoration atmosphere here was very grand. I was very shocked. The walls in my room were still white. Ceramic tiles and chandeliers were already arranged here. The sofas were all Italian brands. I couldn't help but let out a sigh. , and then sat down on it, feeling comfortable and soft.
I leaned on it. The floor-standing air conditioner in the living room was blowing cool air, which was very refreshing. There was also the crystal chandelier above my head. These luxurious furniture made me even more suspicious of the identity of my neighbor. Is my neighbor male or female? ? What kind of rich person with a bright brain would choose to live in the old city, which is a little far from the city center and has old facilities? I maintained this suspicion and looked around, but I still felt uneasy. After all, I was a private trespasser. Residential houses.
I looked at the two plates of fruits on the glass coffee table. One of them was cherries imported from Chile. I picked up a few and ate them. They tasted sweet. I grabbed a few at a time and stuffed a few into one mouthful. , eating and appearance are not elegant at all, but I don’t mind, no one will see my ugly behavior anyway, as long as I pretend to be a good person in front of others during the day, and do as bad as I want at night when no one is around.
I suddenly found a book on the table. The cover was in English. I didn’t know what it was called. I picked up the book and looked through it casually. I just thought that the book looked familiar. Suddenly there was a sound. It caught my attention, and I looked towards the door for a moment. I saw a woman wearing casual home clothes, holding a bag of daily necessities in one hand and a mop in the other.
Just now it was the sound of the bag of daily necessities falling. When I looked at her face, I realizedHow familiar it is.
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"It's you!"
We said in unison, and we were all surprised. It was the beauty we met in the Guming milk tea shop that day. I suddenly stood up and wanted to explain, But her mind seemed to be following Watt's, and she couldn't think of any words. She could only stutter: "I...I'm not..."
She Suddenly she picked up the mop and hit me. She cursed angrily: "Scum! You broke into a house privately, get out!"
I subconsciously raised my hand to block without fighting back, so she struck. It was very hard and hit me on the arm again and again. It was very painful. I couldn't explain anything and was still organizing my language skills.
"Stop fighting."
I begged, but she turned a deaf ear and continued what she was doing, shouting: "Get out of here, I'm calling the police!"
As soon as I heard the word call the police, I immediately stopped being defensive. When a woman is irrational, she will do something unexpected, which is terrible and the consequences will be unimaginable.
I endured the pain and immediately caught the mop she hit with one hand. I pulled the mop away from her hand and then pulled her towards me. She lost it. He lost his balance and fell towards me, looking a little shocked.
I also fell back, because behind me was the priceless top-grade sofa. I was not afraid of falling to the ground. The moment I lay down on the sofa, I turned over and pressed the beauty on the sofa. I held her wrists with both hands and straddled her.
I obviously showed my anger and cursed loudly: "Are you sick? Can you listen to my explanation? Is it difficult?"
She looked at it in shock. He looked at me and said nothing, as if he was scolded by me for being sluggish and did not dare to act rashly, but his two hands were clenched into fists and held tightly.
My anger was still not gone, so I continued: "Fuck, there are a few bad guys who are amazing. In Guming, you turned around and left without even listening to my explanation. What now? Not yet. Did you hear that? Didn’t your mother say that you should use your words but not your actions? Didn’t you say that you should first understand the causes and consequences of the matter? Didn’t you say that you shouldn’t hit people indiscriminately?
After I said this, my mouth felt a little dry, and I was also a little embarrassed. After all, I am a big man, and I would look very uncomfortable with a beautiful woman underneath me. I looked at her I was stunned by her beautiful eyes. She cried, and the two lines of clear tears looked so crystal clear under the light of the crystal chandelier above her head.
But even such crystal clear tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes and fell onto the sofa. Her black hair could not stop these tears from leaving.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears, staring at me angrily, and then choked up a little. I reflected on myself, was it what happened just now?Did the irritating words irritate her, or was it because her psychology was so fragile that she couldn't bear the words being said to her?
I instinctively said: "I'm sorry..."
But suddenly there was a sharp pain in my crotch, and I realized that this woman was very bad, ( The word "bad water" refers to people who always have bad ideas in their hearts, nothing good. They may look charming and charming, but they look weak and weak, but in fact they are just thinking about how to take revenge and how to trick them. , she almost kicked the yolk away from me this time.
She broke away from my control, climbed over the sofa, picked up the mop on the floor, and swung it toward me like crazy, "Scum!"
Her tone was a bit Choking, probably because I haven't recovered yet, I endured the pain that is only reserved for men, and ran towards the door. After I went out, I looked back and saw that she did not chase me, but hid behind the sofa with a frightened look on her face. Holding a mop in one hand and a cell phone in the other, I don’t know what I’m doing.
I cursed: "Damn it, I didn't look at the almanac when I went out, and you got me seriously injured."
I looked in pain, and then I slowly walked a few steps holding on to the wall. He walked to his door, took out the key and opened it, walked in tremblingly, and closed the door heavily. That woman called the police and wanted to call the police. Even if I had many reasons, I was the one who was wronged. It was all my fault. I broke into the house without permission and was severely beaten. I had to slow down. I leaned against the door and quietly waited for the police to come. .
I reflected that I shouldn’t have acted out of impulse, and actually pressed her under me, still in such an awkward position, but any girl with a stronger self-esteem would not be willing to give in, and would definitely fight back. I regretted it a little, I I was wondering if I could write an apology letter first and then find her to reconcile...