Hell knows how much courage it takes for me to say "get out," and no one knows the pain in my flesh from the tips of my fingers when I say it.

But I can't help it. I love her, but I can't promise her, I'm a prisoner now!

Five years, she will be thirty years old when she goes out in five years, I don't want her to wait for me for so long, she is still young and has a great youth, and she should not be wasted on me.

Therefore, I can only choose to let go, and I can only say such cruel words to him.

When I said the word "roll" ruthlessly, Jin Yunxin's tears burst out of my eyes, and I looked at me intently, without even blinking my eyes.

I don't know how she feels at the moment, but I know very well what it feels like in my heart at the moment, and how ruthless I must be to say such a thing.

But after a while, she wiped away her tears, looked at me with a frown, and asked, "Lin Dong, are you being bullied inside, you tell me, I'll help you ......"

My nose was a little sore, and tears were rolling in my eyes, but I didn't want to leave tears in front of her, and I had to be ruthless to make her better, but I couldn't do it if I was a little soft-hearted.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, slapped the tempered glass across us, and said angrily: "I told you to get out! I don't understand, do you? From now on, you are no longer my Lin Dong's girlfriend, and we have nothing to do with each other!"

She was so frightened by my sudden outburst that her body trembled, and tears flowed out again, and I wanted to tell her that it was all fake, and I wanted to hold her and comfort her.

But I can't do it, I have to cut off her back road, I don't want her to wait for me outside for five years, even if she waits for me, I am already a labor prisoner.

Through us, it is not only the glass in front of us, but also the shackles of fate.

She bit her lower lip, her whole body trembled, her lips were bitten white by her, and she choked up for a long time before she asked, "Why, can you tell me why?"

I took a deep breath, calmed down a bit, got up, stared at her coldly, and said, "Why? Because you betrayed me! Why don't my designs have a title to me yet, do you know why?"

She shook her head slightly: "No...... I don't know ......."

"Okay, I'll tell you, listen to me! Because, you were bought by Brilliance International, you want to make money, you want to be famous, you want to cooperate with them, so you tell them that you don't know who the design is...... Am I right?"

That was the first time I spoke to her in such a stern and harsh tone, and certainly the last.

Jin Yunxin kept shaking her head, tears kept flowing down, she cried and said: "No, I didn't, I told them that it was your work, and I said it...... I really said, I don't want to work with them anymore......"

I know what she said is true, and my heart hurts, it really hurts, but I really can't help it.

I could only be ruthless and said to her: "Okay, don't explain, you woman is insatiable and will do anything for money!"

After saying that, I turned around and left indifferently, I wanted to look at her again, but I couldn't bear it, if I treated it for another second, I felt that I would not be able to hold on.

I couldn't control myself when I left the interview room, I crouched down and cried, I pounded my chest so hard that I almost fainted several times because of the tearing pain.

Even the prison guard standing next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and said on the side: "That girl brought in the scarf, do you want it?"

I looked up and saw the scarf in the prison guard's hand, I hurriedly grabbed it, hugged it to my chest and cried even more painfully.

It was a long time before I was sent back to the number by the prison guards, and I didn't want to do anything, I didn't want to think about anything, I just lay on the bed like a dead corpse.

I have been holding the scarf that Jin Yunxin gave me, and there is still the lingering fragrance left by her.

I don't know how long it took, but the scholar uncle came to me and wanted to take the scarf from my hand, but I grabbed it in my hand and asked him what he was doing.

He looked at me and smiled and asked, "If I'm not mistaken, it was your lover who came to see you just now, right?"

"No!" I said, closing my eyes and lying back down, "not anymore. ”

"Then I know what's going on, so I want to ask you, is it worth it?"

"What's worth it or not?"

"What a girl, she gave you this scarf, right?"

I opened my eyes again, sat up abruptly, and said, "It's because she's good, I don't want her to wait so long, I don't want her to promise, I don't want her to waste five and a half years on me with such a good girl." ”

Uncle Scholar nodded approvingly: "Well, to the point, it seems that you are still an infatuated person!"

"What do you want to say?"

"Let me tell you a story!"

I didn't speak, waiting for her to say the following.

He changed his posture and said in the tone of an elder: "Once upon a time there was a little boy who was picking up rags, and one day he picked up a girl on the railroad tracks, and he took the girl home, and from then on the girl followed him to pick up the garbage...... Later, they all grew up, but at that time, the girl's parents suddenly found the girl, and the girl's family turned out to be very rich, and they gave the boy 20,000 yuan in order to let the girl leave the boy......"

Hearing him say this, I cried and laughed: "Are you talking about the bloody plot in the TV series?"

"It's kind of like, but you keep listening to me......" After a slight pause, he continued, "the boy left her in order to give the girl a better life, but did not ask for the money, but told the girl that he took it. ”

"You're talking about this boy, aren't you?" I said.

He smiled faintly: "Do you still want to continue listening?"

"If you keep talking, I'll keep listening. ”

Then he continued: "The boy stopped picking up garbage and began to learn to do business, and it happened that the wave of layoffs in those years happened to coincide, and the boy successfully made his first transaction and earned his first pot of gold, guess how much?"

"Wait a minute, where did that boy get the money to do business?" I asked curiously.

"Want to know?"

I nodded, and he smiled again and said, "I'll tell you this when the story is finished!" I went on to say that the boy earned his first pot of gold was 8,000 yuan! In that era of 10,000 households, you know. ”

I nodded for him to continue, and he let out a long sigh before continuing: "The boy is happy, but the boy is very angry and has no penny, so he takes all the money and opens a shop." ”

"He's gambling. I said.

At that time, many people persuaded him to use the money to build a house and stop living in the bridge and cave, but he just didn't listen, guess what happened?"

"Judging from the wave of layoffs in those years, that boy must have made a lot of money, right?"

Uncle Scholar laughed: "That's right! Not only did you earn it, but you also made a lot of money, a whole 500,000 yuan! You have to know what the concept of 500,000 yuan was in the nineties." ”

I said of course I knew, and asked him how he arranged the money.

He went on to tell me: "The boy still didn't think it was enough, because he wanted to spend money on his parents who had snatched the girl away from him one day. The boy took 500,000 yuan to start his own company and began to invest in other businesses...... Coincidentally, the boy's luck was so good. ”

"He's made it again, hasn't he? How much did he make this time?"

"Guess what?"

"Last time it was 500,000, this time it won't be 5 million, right?"

He smiled lightly and said, "Add a zero to the end of the five million." ”

"Fifty million!?" I exclaimed, "what age was that?"

"It was probably five or six years ago!"

I frowned and said, "It's '08, you were so rich five or six years ago, so why are you in jail now?"

Of course I know that the male protagonist of this story is himself, but I don't believe it much now, it's too fake.

"Want to know?" he looked at me with a smirk.

I nodded violently, even if he was telling the story, I wanted to keep listening, this is the expectation of the unknown, I want to know how he can continue to make it up.