The liquor was spicy in his throat, and he seemed to be aware of his presence. Liunian felt as if he had a long dream, like a sleeping prophet. He didn't know if he wanted to wake up, and the only thing he was sure of was that he didn't want to wake up from that dream. Escapism is cowardly behavior, but there is no rule that a man must be brave.

Kang Ruoran raised his hand, and Liu Nian saw that her wrist was as white as jade, and the liquor flowed into the wine glass, and the liquor hit the wall of the glass, making a moving and pleasant sound, and he felt that some kind of emotion in his chest was fermenting and throbbing through wine.

Picking up the wine glass, the pungency of the second glass seems to have faded a lot, and the taste buds may finally get used to it.

He didn't know how many glasses he had drunk that night, and when he was carried by the nurse to a bedroom, he found himself so familiar and yet so unfamiliar. He had stayed in the same room countless times before, the sheets on the bed were the same as before, the smell of the past, the furnishings of the past, the people of the past, the feelings were very things, he lay face down on the bed, breathed until there was a faint smell of the sheets, go to sleep, he told himself, people don't have to think when they are asleep, there is no more trouble, everything seems to be farther away from him, farther away. He remembered the cautious and distant distance between her and himself when he saw Chen Mofei during the day, the tone in which she spoke to himself, the way she looked at him, and the way her hand kept torturing the sofa cushion.

She wasn't happy, she hadn't been happy since marrying him, but he couldn't make her happy. Liunian felt that he was a little incompetent, but he was powerless to do anything about his own incompetence.

Everyone needs a sense of existence, so in marriage, a man needs to look up, and after looking up, he can make him feel worthy. Maybe that's the essence of love, what kind of love is there? We all love ourselves more, stupid human beings. Love makes people hallucinate, men and women are addicted to their own hallucinations, love is similar to drug abuse, maybe we don't love each other as we imagined, we love each other in the eyes of the other party at that time, only love will make mortals do a luminous body, be looked up to by the mountains, love will make everyone's life have a rare peak in life. After love**, mortals will eventually be beaten back to their original form and re-do passers-by A and B, but people are like this, it is easy to walk from low to high, and the days will become difficult from high to low. Therefore, after getting married, the relationship between husband and wife is probably thin. This is the law of nature, marriage makes people sober, but the awakening is always after the fait accompli.

"Stupid humans. Flowing years muttered to himself. Alcohol was running around in his body, and he always seemed to want to encourage him to do something. But what could he do? He was so drunk that he couldn't do anything about his life. Maybe it was lackluster, but he never realized it before. He rolled over, stifled the screams in his throat, and saw a woman's face appear above his own face in the light above the roof. There will be no other owner in that face, and Liu Nian knows very well that it is Kang Ruoran.

Kang Ruoran looked at him with all the beings, and turned his head away, but his eyes were like cicadas catching a branch, and he knew loudly. Knowing the chirping and letting his paws stick to the branch, the wind blew the branch, Liu Nian felt that his heart moved inexplicably, and the desire in his body that was encouraged by alcohol quietly surged, puffing up one wave after another, and finally snapped, slapping on the rocks on the shore, Liu Nian heard the sound of desire knocking on the door, but he didn't move, Liu Nian in his vague consciousness attributed these to the man's hunting instinct, the enemy does not move, I do not move.

The nature of human relationships may be only about friend and foe, and love is sometimes a façade, and when the fig leaf is torn off, people will reveal their true colors. Love is gone, it becomes control, it becomes mastery, it becomes that you should serve me, if the other party refuses to give in, then it can only be solved by cold war or force.

After penetrating this layer, Liunian felt that he was even more interested.

The woman's eyes are shiny and shiny, the eyebrows are appropriately dark, and the skin can be broken by blowing. Passing Nian wondered if he had never found out before. The woman's face pressed lower against him, her breath was like grass, oh no, he felt like grass, the woman breathed like the wind, the wind blew the tip of the grass, and the grass lowered its head, bent down, and the grass surrendered to the wind.

Liu Nian felt that the blood in his body was flowing rapidly, his heart was beating more powerfully, he seemed to be able to hear those Zhang Chi's voices, and his breathing seemed to become compact in an instant.

Not long ago, he felt that his body had its own thoughts, and his body would instinctively reject them. Now that thought of it was more of a joke, but who wasn't a joke?

It's still not wrong to think about it, his body has its own thoughts, but people's thoughts always change.

He felt that he should take the initiative, but he was afraid that it would be too abrupt. The delicate facial features that belonged to a woman were getting closer and closer to his face, and Liu Nian finally reached out and hugged Kang Ruoran's waist. Her waist is so thin, I can't help but sigh over the years.

If we had known that we would be today, would there be any need for those insistences in the past?

In hindsight, I thought about it. But he advised himself not to think too much, life is too short, and he should be happy in time. He feels like a bit of a scumbag, he has a wife, he has a marriage, and his marriage is protected by the law, but the law has never been able to really protect the marriage. Almost all people will be hurt in their marriage. Who can really protect marriage?

This question made him more and more confused and at a loss.

The day of departure was very close, and he felt that he should still go and talk to Chen Mofei before leaving, but he didn't dare to see her, in front of her, he seemed to have an inferiority complex deep in his bones. Maybe she can do it all on her own.

Kang Ruoran pushed the door in, and the sunlight poured into the room through the doors and windows. She got up in the middle of the night last night to leave, and the passing year did not stay. Nannies and caregivers are 24 hours a day, and superficial articles must be done, otherwise they will be honest and not good to say. In fact, this is a dirty world, and who is much cleaner than whom?

Kang Ruoran is holding a long skirt in her hand, thick woolen material, refreshing color, Kang Ruoran rarely wears this color, she often wears plain colors, since she had an accident in the United States, she began to wear crimson lipstick, wear bright clothes, which makes her look like another person------- a person who is completely different from Chen Mofei, and a person who is completely different from Kang Ruoran before. Sometimes I can't help but think that she is no longer Kang Ruoran.

Perhaps it was this contrast or novelty that caught him.

"Does it look good?" she gestured to herself, then looked up expectantly. Liu Nian nodded and smiled, "It's good-looking." ”

"It looks better if you don't wear it. He wanted to say it, but in the end he didn't. An inexplicable, intense feeling of nausea hit him inexplicably, and he lowered his eyelids, but Kang Ruoran didn't let go of this expression. Liu Nian heard Kang Ruoran laughing, the laughter was very soft, but it made him feel harsh. He looked up alarmedly.

"Passing years. The clothes were hanging in her hands. The hem of her skirt dragged to the floor, and Kang Ruoran looked back at the door to make sure it was closed before she spoke again.

"Do you know why people suffer?"

Liu Nian was silent, but asked with his eyes. Why? he wondered. He actually wanted to know. Why?

Kang Ruoran repeated his last smile.

Because he thought he was supposed to be what kind of person he should be, but he didn't expect that he was a different kind of person in his bones. ”

Liu Nian almost immediately understood what Kang Ruoran was talking about, but there was a little unwillingness in his eyes.

Kang Ruoran thought he didn't understand, but he felt that saying it too bluntly would hurt him. This is a fragile man, and Kang Ruoran gradually saw him clearly. After seeing it clearly, she didn't know whether she loved him more or let go completely, or just wanted to possess it, or she was unwilling to lose like that, and wanted to win back a game.

She's giving too much.

Kang Ruoran suddenly lost interest in trying on new clothes, she turned around and opened the door to leave, but Liu Nian felt that the words she had just said were still in this room.

He thought he was supposed to be a different kind of person, but he didn't expect that he was a different kind of person in his bones. ”

Liunian chewed this sentence carefully, swallowed it, and then turned it back and chewed it again, like some kind of animal's rumination habit. The last time he took out this sentence to examine, he felt the obvious contempt in Kang Ruoran's tone. However, what surprised him even more was that he didn't think so-----

It turns out that love and sex can be separated.

No. Passing years are now unsure if there is such a thing as love in this world.

Love is a pretense, and all suffering comes from the fact that one's desires cannot be satisfied. After a breakup, the pain is not because of how much I love each other, but because of loss, because of the breakdown of a relationship. The career failed not because of the inability to realize self-worth, but because the peak that I expected to appear in my life, the peak that I thought was within reach, was gone in the end, and even those illusory losses would cause human suffering.

Liu Nian lay on his back on the bed, and the ceiling looked at him without saying a word. When the nanny knocked on the door and told him it was time to eat, he realized that it was the evening of the day again. Another day has passed?

He couldn't help but ask, and then asked himself.

yes, another day has passed.

I don't know what Chen Mofei is doing at this time, and how the child is doing. He should have gone over and checked, he didn't have time. But if she asked him how he was doing, how would he answer? Answer truthfully? No, no, no.

The years have been so hated for such a depraved self.