972. We can't go back
"Yes, but so what?"
Tang Mi stared at a pair of big eyes, and said frankly: "If he wants to get back together with me, will I definitely agree to him?"
Ling Chen looked at Tang Mi nervously, and his heart quietly jumped.
"I only have you in my heart. β
"I won't be with him again," she said. Don't you have any confidence in yourself? In my eyes, you are better than him. You are the best in the whole world. β
Her tone was so sincere that it didn't make anyone suspicious.
There's no reason not to believe her in the early hours of the morning.
And his heart was willing to believe in her.
Even if there were a thousand and ten thousand details telling him that she might not love her that much, as soon as she said one word, he could immediately turn a blind eye to them and continue to treat her with all his heart.
In the early hours of that night, he once again compromised with Tang Mi.
But he didn't know that Tang Mi had already accepted the check that Zhang Hao gave her.
Tang Mi had money again, and soon began the profligate life of the past.
Clothes, shoes, cosmetics, jewelry, all bought according to the standards of the past, have always been the most luxurious, the most to her liking, and the most envied by other women.
She didn't want to think about the future, she just wanted to be happy in the present.
Anyway...... There's always a way to do it, right?
She just feels too bored and empty, and only by constantly buying and buying can she fill the hole in her heart.
The money that Zhang Hao gave her, if it was just normal expenses, would be enough for her to use for a long time.
However, she bought and bought like this, and soon, there was not much left.
For Tang Mi's crazy consumption, Ling Chen also noticed it.
The shopping bags and unopened jewelry boxes at home were everywhere, Tang Mi wanted to hide them at first, but later found that there was nowhere to hide them.
simply broke the jar and broke it, anyway, it wasn't his money in the early morning-
Didn't he have the money to spend it for her, and didn't he allow her to spend her own money?
I've been pretending to be unable to see the clothes, bags, and shoes that are almost impossible to put at home.
But one day, when he came home after a tired day, he was driven by Tang Mi to pack up the clothes she threw on the ground and said she didn't want to take them to the trash bin downstairs, and Ling Chen finally couldn't help but break out.
"Haven't you worn all these clothes yet? Why do you throw them away......? Don't be so willful?"
"I spend my own money, I buy and throw away when I want, what does it have to do with you?"
Tang Mi glanced at him and said nonchalantly.
"Where did you get your money?"
Ling Chen quietly looked at her and asked.
Finally asked.
He thought he couldn't ask this sentence.
"You're ......!"
Tang Mi's big eyes turned into copper bells, and he said loudly in annoyance: "What qualifications do you have to question me?!"
"Why am I not qualified? Am I not your boyfriend?"
In the early hours of the morning, he still returned quietly.
ββ¦β¦β
Tang Mi was speechless.
She lowered her eyelashes rather weakly.
After all, spending Zhang Hao's money now is not glorious.
Ling Chen felt very sad.
Seeing Tang Mi's reaction like this, he already knew that he had guessed the truth of the matter.
I should have felt angry, but when it came to the end, I only felt ashamed and uncomfortable.
It's that he's useless.
If only he had a lot of money, he thought.
Why is he so poor?
So, what the hell is he going to do with her?
He looked at her, and even fantasized that the two of them would be white-headed overnight.
It would be nice if all the setbacks didn't have to be experienced, and when they woke up, both of them were gray-haired and wrinkled, but he was still holding her hand.
He wanted to grow old with her, but it was so difficult.
It's so hard that he tried everything, but he still can't change her in the slightest.
He's useless.
"Mi Mi, it's the money he gave you, right?"
He asked softly.
Tang Mi gritted his teeth and raised his head again to glare at him.
She tried to make a sense of righteousness, but her heart was still weak, and her heart was so weak that her legs went limp.
As soon as she met his bright and clear eyes, she felt that her legs were weak and her palms were in a cold sweat.
"Yes. So what?"
"Why?"
Ling Chen asked sadly.
He felt his heart broken.
Maybe it has long been broken.
But she's still going to step on it, step on, step on, step onβ
Is it because his heart is not completely broken?
He thought that she had probably never cherished him, cherished the relationship between them.
Perhaps, she simply did not have a heart.
"Why?"
Tang Mi smiled very briefly and looked at him with a sneering look.
"What do you say? Ling Chen, do you have any money? If my current boyfriend is rich, then do I still need to reach out like a beggar to pick up the money thrown by Zhang Hao? Do you think I want his money?"
ββ¦β¦β
Silence in the early hours of the morning.
"In the early hours of the morning, you are too young. You don't know how important money is to us women. β
When Tang Mi said this, his heart was heavy and relaxed.
She suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.
"Mi Mi, money, is it really that important?"
"Of course. β
"Money is more important than me, isn't it?"
ββ¦β¦β
"You say. β
"Yes. β
"Ha ......"
Ling Chen smiled helplessly.
He pulled out a box of cigarettes from the bottom of the bedside table, pulled out one, and lit it for himself.
When Tang Mi saw it, he actually reached out to him to ask for it.
"Give me one. Thank you. β
Ling Chen sighed and gave Tang Mi a cigarette.
The two of them silently and silently swallowed the clouds and fog in the cramped and messy room.
In this pale blue smoke, Ling Chen's heart suddenly gave birth to a sense of disgust.
I can't tell if it's disgust for myself, or disgust for Tang Mi, or disgust for the current life.
He just felt that he was too tired.
Too tired, too tired, too tired.
He was on the verge of a breakdown.
And Tang Mi didn't speak, just quietly waited for the early morning to speak.
She felt sad and dazed.
There may be deeper pain waiting for her, but let's save it for later.
At this moment, she just wants to smoke a cigarette quietly.
"Power power. β
"Huh?"
He finally looked up from the smoke and called her name.
She smiled slightly, keeping her composure.
He looked at her indifferent appearance and felt a sense of sadness.
"Let's break up. β
ββ¦β¦ Huh?"
"We are not suitable. β
He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Forget it, you're tired too, I'm tired too." β
"Oh. β
Tang Mi nodded.
He finally spoke, she thought to herself.
He finally gave up on her.
She knew that no one in this world would want to stay for her forever.
All people, all who have loved her, are destined to abandon her.
She lowered her eyes and sneered.
Ling Chen lowered his head and looked at his toes, his young and handsome face was full of exhaustion.
At this time, he looked as if he was several years older.
The vigor of the high-spirited young man on his body can't come back for the time being.
"It's that I'm sorry for you, I can't give you a good life. I ......"
His voice was a little choked.
He's useless.
It's useless.
He was about to die of grief.
Why can't he even protect the woman he loves the most?
Why did his love still lose to reality?
Why...... Is he so poor?
If only there was a lot of money.
He thought blankly.
If there is a lot of money, Mi Mi can be with him forever.
But he didn't.
So, he had no choice but to leave.
He reached out and rubbed his face vigorously.
Under the light, his expression was ugly.
It's like a rag after exposure to the sun.
Dry, taut.
"I'm sorry, Mimi. I'm really sorry ......."
"Don't say it. β
Tang Mi casually threw the cigarette butt that burned out between his fingers to the ground.
"What do you have to be sorry for me. Don't be a Father. In the wee hours of the morning, you're fine. It's me who is sorry for you. β
By this time, the two scrambled to apologize.
But in love, apologies are the most useless.
The two of them invariably try to do something useless to offset their guilt and weakness.
But what's the point?
"It's me who I'm sorry for you. β
"No, it's me. β
"It's me. β
"Enough. β
The corners of Tang Mi's mouth provoked a sarcastic arc.
"We're always like this, do you know where your problem is? You're so good, you're always a good person, let me be a bad person, you've been pampering me, you know?"
"I just want to be nice to you. β
He spread his hands, helpless, "I just want to spoil you and make you happy." β
"No, you've made me lawless and arbitrary. β
She looked at him mockingly.
"You don't know how to love me. If you love someone, you shouldn't spoil each other unconditionally, you are doting on me. β
"I ......"
I couldn't speak in the early morning.
He suddenly felt that Tang Mi was right.
Since Tang Mi is right, then he is wrong again.
He wanted to apologize again.
However, she also said that he could not always be a "good person" like this.
He was at a loss.
Unexpectedly, even the breakup was so humble, small, and unreasonable.
"Look, you're like that again. In the early morning, you are afraid of me, because you are afraid of me, so you can't love me. β
"Really?"
"yes. β
"I can't help but not be afraid of you. β
"Why?"
"Because I love you. β
He said sadly.
"You can love me less so. β
She thought for a moment and said, "If you love me a little less, maybeβ"
"What?"
"You won't spoil me. β
"I'm sorry. β
Sensing that he was apologizing again, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"I've never loved someone else in my life, this is the first time, I have no experience, I think that to love someone is to be desperately good to her and give the whole world to her. β
ββ¦β¦β
Tang Mi was silent.
"So, you do this to me because you don't want to spoil me?"
Ling Ling looked at her and asked.
"I ...... I'm not. β
Tang Mi looked away in a panic.
"Isn't it?"
Wee Ao felt a little confused.
"Then you ......"
"I'm sorry, I liked it. However, I don't know how to love others. β
ββ¦β¦ Why?"
Inevitably, his heart broke again.
She smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Probably because I love myself more." β
ββ¦β¦β
Ling Chen also smiled.
He smiled wryly and said, "Not exactly. β
"Huh?"
"I don't think loving yourself should be like you. β
"Really?"
"Love yourself, make yourself happy and satisfied. But, Mimi, I don't think you're happy. β
ββ¦β¦β
He looked at her fixedly: "You just love material things, you love money. β
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Tang Mi was struck by lightning.
So you will return to Zhang Hao, just because, you love his money, you can't lack those things.
Ling Chen added in his heart.
Everything that should be said has been said, although it is sad, but I also know that this ending is inevitable.
Ling Chen rubbed his face vigorously again, and then began to pack his clothes.
His clothes and shoes were very few, and it didn't take long for him to finish packing.
It's time to say goodbye.
At this moment, he wanted to cry and get drunk, but she still had to hold on, use her last strength, and leave this house with dignity.
He didn't want Tang Mi to recall it in the future, and in the end he ended up with such an embarrassed image from her life.
He stood in the hallway with his clothes and shoes in a supermarket shopping bag, smiling faintly at her.
"Mi Mi, you're right, I don't know love, and I'm not qualified to talk about love, I'm still too young, and a person like me who has nothing is not worthy of loving anyone at all. Thank you for teaching me this, and I don't think I'll ever love anyone again. Love, not everyone can have, this is too luxurious, maybe only people who are very rich and really know how to love themselves have the qualifications to talk about it, right? Anyway, I'm tired. I don't want to pursue this anymore. It's too hard. β
Under the light, the young man's figure was still upright, as when he first met.
It's just that they can't go back.