Looking at Garfield's back, my heart hurts, I have a headache, I hurt all over my body.

Whether it is a man or a woman, there are people who forget their friends.

If I were ten years younger, maybe it would be as Garfield said: make friends unhappy for outsiders.

But can I be ten years younger?

Obviously not, so this is not true at all.

Wei Siming is getting married, and this news is not my intention to spy on it, it is a coincidence.

That's why my heart hurts, I have a headache, I hurt so much that I want to call Garfield immature.

Half an hour ago, when I received Garfield's slurred phone call, I was stunned as countless possibilities popped up in my head like ants that had found a hive. In this city that is not too strange but has no acquaintances, the only thing I think of is Wei Siming.

This old-fashioned and inflexible teacher is still willing to answer my phone calls at this time.

I sat on the bus to the restaurant and briefly explained the cause and effect in a trembling voice: "Mr. Wei, could it be that someone is bad at the dinner? Why don't you come over now?"

“…… Wouldn't it be better to call the police if there was danger?"

After a short silence, Wei Siming's indifference instantly made the fear around me fall to the bottom.

"You, how can you say that? No matter if you meet Garfield again......"

"Won't see you again. Before my indignation could be fully expressed, Wei Siming's indifference bluntly interjected a bar: "Wu Xiaoqi, you are a good friend, but your friend may not be as good as you." ”

"You make it clear. I was completely angry, and my eyes were scarlet: "Isn't Garfield good enough? She is a woman, with a good youth, waiting for you wholeheartedly, what qualifications do you have to criticize her? What's wrong with a woman standing up to the sky? What's wrong with a woman's money? Wei Siming, if you really love her, what kind of bullshit reason is this!"

“…… I also don't think that counts as a ground for divorce. But Wu Xiaoqi, I am not only her husband, I am also the son of my parents. My father is seventy-eight years old, and his health is worse every day, and my mother, although healthy, is also a seventy-one-year-old man, and they have long lost the same critical brute force towards their daughter-in-law as before, and only hope to see my child born in their lifetime. ”

"I missed it once, and it was an unintentional mistake, but it was also a mistake. She missed it once, it doesn't matter if she was intentional or not, I hated and resented, but now I just want to live a stable life and have children, but she doesn't want to. Wei Siming's voice seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, it was cold, it was distant, it was mournful, and it was calm: "My uncle recently introduced me to one. I thought, send her the divorce agreement, if she is willing to change her mind, I will push away my uncle's kindness, if she still thinks that her career is more important than her children, then let go of each other and live separately. ”

After a melancholy sound, Wei Siming suddenly laughed, a kind of laughter that made people feel sad when they heard it.

"She asked me to meet, and I thought she had figured it out, and when I saw her at the café, I knew she was still blaming me, and she was blaming my uncle. Let's put it this way, her hatred is longer than mine, deeper than me, more than love, if I am old-fashioned, then she is old-fashioned. ”

Only deep love can be hated.

Wei Siming couldn't understand a woman's thoughts, so he chose compromise and concession as his last insistence on this love. But marriage has come to this point, and what women really want is not these two things.

It is sincerity, the sincerity of retaining love.

Wei Siming said so much, but he didn't show this sincerity.

"I understand what you mean, but Mr. Wei ...... "I really want to wake up this elm-like man, but as a woman, I don't know that this kind of sincerity should not be reminded by others to be realized, otherwise, sincerity will lack sincerity." When the words came to his mouth, he swallowed back, and changed the topic and knocked on the side: "Maomao has already promised to make another appointment at another date, why are you in a hurry?"

"So you don't know. On the other end of the phone, you sighed: "Two hours ago, she called me back, saying that she would not meet again, and on the fifth of next month, she would go to the Civil Affairs Bureau for divorce." ”

Two hours ago, Garfield was taking Jiang Beisheng and a group of people I didn't know to drink in this box. Why did she suddenly call Wei Siming about the divorce?

Is it really immature?

I pushed open the small square door, which was half-hidden and half-solid, and the large box of the sixteen-seat table was still full of wine at the moment, and from the empty wine bottles stacked at the foot of the wall, I could easily guess how intense the cup-pushing and changing in this room had been not long ago.

The waiter who had just caught up didn't know what he was afraid of, and seemed to be afraid to step into this private room.

"All these wines, are they drinking?" I glanced at him, with a slight scruple in the middle of the rules: "I sent it twice halfway." ”

"Is the table full?" I asked again, and he suddenly became a little uneasy: "Not full, there were only twelve people, seven men and five women, and the women didn't touch their glasses." ”

"Then why did he drink like this?" I frowned and pointed at Jiang Beisheng, his fear became more and more obvious: "Well, six against one, it's already good to be like this." ”

Sure enough, this dinner is Garfield's small revenge on Jiang Beisheng.

It's really immature.

I sighed.

"This room card belongs to your restaurant?"

"It's not. Our restaurant does not provide accommodation, this room was opened by the lady just now when I asked me to go to the hotel opposite. ”

I sighed, "Since the room is for you to open, then please help me help him to the room." ”

"It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that I don't help. In addition to fear, the waiter's face had a hint of embarrassment: "Don't look at him quietly now, but as long as someone goes up to touch him, he ...... And he ......"

"Drunk. ”

I looked at the waiter, who didn't stutter, blushing and blushing, and added to him lightly.

The people who went to help him at this table let him run away. The waiter gritted his teeth: "I was also beaten, I was really scared." ”

No wonder he was full of fear from the moment he entered the door, because he was afraid of being beaten. Uh, wait, since whoever touches it hits whom, then call me...... Came to get beaten?

"The lady who left just now was also beaten?"

I said cautiously.

"That's not true," the waiter looked sad: "As soon as she saw that the momentum was not right, she hid far away, patronizing and directing the men to come over and help." ”

Well, I was speechless for a while, I didn't have anything to say, so I didn't ask anything, just looked at the drunk man in front of me.

Compared to the time when he lost in a martial arts fight, the drunkenness at the moment seems to be the real drunkness.

The pale face, the dead fish eyes that tried to stay vigilant but had a sloppy gaze, the lips that were slightly open for rapid breathing were all bloody, and the clearly visible pain made Jiang Beisheng look like a wounded tiger.

"Jiang ......" I just shouted a word, the sick cat suddenly straightened his waist, his face changed suddenly, the waiter on the side saw it, and was immediately frightened and took two steps back, I shivered, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty: "Beisheng?"

There was a sudden smile on the miserable white and painful face, and his tone was as weak as a sick person: "Xiaoqi, you are here." ”

My heart fluttered.

I couldn't help but put my hand on his shoulder and responded softly: "Beisheng, I'm here, I'm here to pick you up." ”

With a shrug of his shoulders under his hand, Jiang Beisheng tilted his head and leaned on my arm: "Xiaoqi, you are here." ”

Repeating the sentence again and again, probably really drunk to the depths.

I half-squatted down and held Jiang Beisheng's face, this was the first time I touched his face, the sweat in my palms couldn't stop rising, and my voice began to tremble: "Let's go back now, okay?"

"I just need your help. ”

"My consciousness is, let's get out of here first, shall we?"

"I just need your help. ”

I sighed: "Beisheng, I'll take you back to the hotel with the waiter, okay?"

"I just need your help. ”

"Beisheng ......"

"I just need your help. ”

"Okay, I'll help you alone. I closed my eyes: "You can build your happiness on my pain as much as you want." ”

In the game of love, it has always been the one who is the first to be emotional, who is unlucky.

Uh, am I going to be unlucky?

(To be continued)