Chapter 11 How Can You Be Serious About What You Say When You're Drunk?
Regarding a man's heart, there are two versions that compare it to an onion, one is: he gave her his heart, she didn't believe it, peeled it off layer by layer, and he couldn't make her fall in love with him with his whole life.
The other is that he not only has spicy eyes, but also always makes her cry, and finally she finds out that he has no heart.
Yizhen threw away the phone, sat up from the bed and began to recite the book, a thick book, with key points on the pages, the more I memorized, the more I wanted to scold my mother.
Ay. I'm very easy to deceive, even if you deceive me, I'm very happy.
Yizhen took the mobile phone and looked at it again and again, and the night ember was so naΓ―ve, he just didn't call her.
The sky gradually turned white, and she was really dazed and lying on the table, the exam at eight o'clock, she didn't wake up until half past seven, because she was too sleepy, and she fell asleep in a daze halfway through the exam.
The dormitory is as noisy as ever, and the trivial time is like the vertical and horizontal warp and weft on the plain cloth, and the monotony does not look the same. Yizhen kicked the stone and wandered down the street, and finally turned into a bar.
There is a female singer in a bohemian dress singing at the wooden bar, her hoarse voice is very tasteful, and she is really drinking mint wine, and there is a beat in her hand.
"You like North American folk songs too?" a man sat down next to her, dressed in black as if about to fall into the night.
I really glanced at this person, and his side face was a bit like a night ember.
Don't overdo it and ignore him. As soon as the female singer came, Yizhen ran up quickly, and there was an old piano on the corner of the bar, which was okay and could still be used.
The high and low notes flowed gorgeously from her fingertips, like a spring river stained with flower petals.
Yizhen lowered his head, the strength of his fingertips became light and heavy, and his shoulders shook with the action of pedaling, as if he was drunk.
"I'm a madman, a madman, a madman, a madman who only loves you, you're a fool, but sensible, I want to love you for a lifetime, write stories of love for you, I promised thousands of times in my heart. β
She was wearing a mint green short skirt, with a pair of slender legs like bamboo shoots, and her face was not powdered, but it was glamorous to the bones.
Ye Qianmo sat under the stage, looking at the girl on the stage fixedly, for a moment, he even forgot the whole world, like a cockroach cricket who does not know the spring and autumn.
"You're drunk. β
Ye Qianmo pushed Yizhen a glass of juice, "The little girl should drink this." β
"Hell knows if you drugged me. β
She took out a cigarette and lit it, and skillfully spat out a smoke ring.
She was provoking him.
"I'm not drunk. Yizhen extinguished the cigarette with only one puff, propped his chin, and said leisurely: "It's good to pretend to be drunk and stupid once in a while, like-"
She patted Ye Qianmo's shoulder, and her voice was like someone-
"You said you would marry me, and how could I not recognize you? β
Ye Qianmo was stunned suddenly, and then raised her head to meet her eyes like tea. At that moment, life was surging in his bones and blood, turning into a clock, supporting all the time without revealing any gaps.
"Sir. β
Yizhen had already retracted his gaze and was as cold as ever: "How can you be serious about what you say after being drunk?"
This is the bridge in "East Evil and West Poison". Ye Qianmo reacted, a little angry: "This joke is not funny at all. β
"Oh. Yizhen suddenly realized: "It turns out that you have someone in your heart." I apologize to you. β
The sound of the stool rubbing the floor sounded, and Ye Qianmo came back to her senses, and saw that her thin figure had turned into a cloud of ink in the depths of the night.
Following.
"Why are you back?"
Liang Xi looked at Xue Zimo blankly: "You are not ...... in the United States"
"Where's my sister?" Xue Zi slipped in from outside the door like a cuttlefish, and began to look around.
"She came back late yesterday, let her sleep a little longer. β
Of course, Xue Zimo couldn't say that he was threatened by someone to come back to spy on the enemy, so he only stared at Liang Xi vigilantly: "It's late to come back, where did she go alone?"
"It's like a bar......
Xue Zimo hurriedly called Yan Wanliang and shouted: "As I said, our Miss Yi may really be out of the wall!"
Yan Wanliang turned on the speakerphone, glanced at the black and blue face of the night ember on the side with fear, and coughed: "You, you talk to me carefully!"
Liang Xi's voice somehow interjected: "Didn't they break up?"
Someone's face instantly darkened to the base of his neck.
Listening to the loud noise of the door, Yan Wan covered his face gloomily: What a god-like pig teammate, aren't you two messy enough!
Yizhen sharpened his hammer in the warp and weft factory for two days, and suddenly a word came from the school asking them to arrange an art exhibition.
"The head of the bull is not the work of the horse's mouth. Liang Xi rolled his eyes and touched Yizhen, who was drinking milk tea on the side: "What kind of demon wind do you say is blowing in this school?"
Yizhen looked at the green lawn under his feet and didn't say a word.
Xiang Yirou was in charge of the art exhibition on behalf of the school, and in addition to Adela, CoCULB hosted the art exhibition.
Yizhen moved a large number of sculptures to the art exhibition hall, feeling a little apprehensive and a little inexplicably happy, but when he saw Ye Qianmo, his eyes darkened like a solar eclipse.
Ye Qianmo's eyes lit up when she saw her, Xiang Yirou received all this in her eyes, and muttered: "Did the men of your Ye family owe her in their previous lives." β
Ye Qianmo didn't understand, Xiang Yirou continued: "She is your brother's girlfriend who has been thinking about him for five years. β
Ye Qianmo was shocked, and there were thousands of emotions in his eyes.
Is she the woman that Nightembers has always protected?
At that moment, his world was vigorously drenched in the Balinese sunshine, and the back of a woman swayed in the sunlight, as if condensing the brilliance of the entire equator.
"Hello. Seeing that Yizhen stepped forward, Ye Qianmo returned the salute, obviously smiling at the corners of his lips, but there was no warmth.
Yizhen tilted his head to look at him, puzzled: "You are the one in the bar that day-"
"You're mistaken. Yeqian interrupted strangely and coldly, and suddenly changed his person: "I never go to that kind of place with bright lights, no serious goods." β
Does it mean that I am an arrogant and lascivious little slut? Before Yizhen could turn his face, Ye Qianmo turned around and was directly planted by a hard punch, and his jaw was almost dislocated.
"Who the fuck are you scolding?"
He really looked up like an electric shock, and the surprise in his eyes was exposed.
Night Ember took a step forward, lifted Ye Qianmo's neckline, and punched it again. Xiang Yirou watched in a daze on the side, forgetting that he should pull the frame at this time.
"My woman can't take your turn to preach. β
Ye Qianmo couldn't stand up after being beaten, so he could only lean against the wall in embarrassment, and sneered: "Do it for women, you just do it?"
Night Ember turned a deaf ear, no longer bothered with Ye Qianmo, and walked straight towards Yizhen.
Oops, I didn't hold it up just now. Seeing that the night embers were approaching, he was really embarrassed to turn his head, turn around and run.
The campus of Nuo University, with spacious streets, pedestrians weaving, petals full of clear sky, and golden sunlight falling on the ground, petals are delicate and silent.
She ran in front, and he chased after him unhurriedly, and then she couldn't run anymore, and was caught in his arms by him who followed.
"If you run again, you'll break your leg. β