My heart hurts to the extreme, does it hurt with every breath? My poor and ridiculous substitute has not been stripped of his essence by Yao Qinglian until today. I looked at the photos on my phone, Zhao Yijing never mentioned his ex-wife and Lian Bing to me. If you look closely, my eyebrows and eyes are more similar to her ex-wife. The photo of his ex-wife should be at least ten years ago, in her prime, a very shrewd and resolute taste, and Lian Bing, with a hint of a girl's dream, is very beautiful, so beautiful that she looks straight at me, and that trace of gaze is mocking me and mocking me as a self-inflicted amorous person.

Zhao Yijing's sentence "Qingyang, have we met?" was taken as a hint of my past and present lives by my wishful thinking, and I was still happy to have fallen in that "paranoia of being loved". Maybe Dr. Xia is right, I am really sick. Treatment is required. The rain outside was pouring down, and the road ahead became misty in the rain curtain. With trembling hands, I took out the cigarette from the garage and lit it and smoked it. Learning to smoke is not difficult at all, the first few puffs are very spicy, and later, I enjoy the stimulation of my central nervous system brought by nicotine and tar.

I don't like women who smoke, I always think that women like that smell more dust, and I don't belong to that taste. But now, despair, desolation, and pain are rushing together like a tidal wave, and I don't know what else I can rely on to calm my emotions except smoke.

I don't know how long it took, the cigarette box was half empty, but my emotions did not calm down, but I wanted to explode like a torrent. All my thoughts turned into grief and indignation, and I really wanted to forward the MMS message sent to me by Yao Qinglian to Zhao Yijing, but my hands trembled for a long time, and I didn't send it. I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared, what will I do when he admits the reality? Deliver with all sincerity, if it's just such a joke, I don't know if I can fully accept it. I'm unproductive, I've always known.

After hesitating for a long time, I called Zhao Yijing, and his voice was a little tired: "What's the matter, Qingyang?" The voice on the other side of the phone was very noisy, it seemed to be on an occasion such as a dinner party.

"Where are you, is it convenient to speak?" I struggled to suppress my emotions.

"I was on the scene tonight at the ceremony of the commissioning of the new production line of Silk Constant. He seemed to move to a quieter place, "Just talk about your business, it's not convenient or inconvenient." ”

I could occasionally hear a few lively sounds on the other end, and I suddenly felt very embarrassed, I didn't know how to open my mouth in such a situation. Suddenly, there was a male voice on the other side of the phone: "Yijing, I've been looking for you for a long time, why did you run here." Secretary-General Zhou has arrived, so let's go and respond. ”

"You get busy first, then let's talk, it's nothing. I hung up the phone, but my heart was even more entangled, the truth and me, just separated by a thin layer of paper, but I just didn't dare to break it.

I flipped through the photos, and my heart suddenly moved, could it be that Qinglian was lying to me and found two old photos similar to me? I inexplicably rose a trace of expectation in my heart, trembling my hands flipped through the phone book, and saw the phone number of Si Zhiheng Xu Yun, and asked for Lian Xiaoru's number, and sent her a photo of Lian Bing, adding her name, and attaching a message: "Is this your sister Lian Bing?"

For a long time, I didn't receive a reply. My heart was as bad as a cat scratch, and I longed for a text message to come in and tell me: No.

Time became tormented, about a quarter of an hour later, just as I was about to start the car and leave, suddenly the mobile phone rang, it was Lian Xiaoru's phone, she asked me curiously: "Sister Song, how come you have a photo of my sister?"

The heart sank with a bang. The little hope that hung in the air was completely drained, and I reluctantly explained: "A friend sent it to me, saying that it is similar to me. ”

Lian Xiaoru was stunned for a moment: "This is a photo of my sister in the modeling agency before, she hasn't done it for several years, who still keeps this photo?" Lian Xiaoru didn't mention the topic that I didn't look like Lian Bing.

I couldn't help but burst out: "I'm really similar to your sister?"

Lian Xiaoru thought for a while and said, "One thing, your eyes are very similar to my sister's, and you look at people very gently, so I think you are quite kind." But your personalities are very different. My sister is too competitive, so she ----- what does it matter if she actually looks like it? Alas, don't talk about it, Sister Song, are you in Beijing? I heard them say that you went to Jiangsu to open a company, is it still going well?" Lian Xiaoru was very concerned about me and asked a lot of questions.

I don't know how to deal with her serial problems, she really cares about me, I used to think that it was my popularity, but I didn't expect there to be such a deep meaning. The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, I picked it up and looked, and the battery was out. It's okay to save me an overwhelmed answer.

I started smoking again, and the car was already full of smoke, and I was choking on tears. Choking on me, is it smoke? or love?

I opened the window, and the cold rain poured in from outside, half of my body and seat quickly got wet, and my head finally cleared up a lot. I closed the glass and started the car.

The car boomed, but there was no movement, it stopped in the distance like a strike, let me turn off, get back up, start repeatedly, it was silent and motionless, even the car was against me, the second-hand car was unreliable!

I was annoyed and spread on the seat, my phone was out of battery, I didn't bring a charger, and I didn't have a spare battery. The car is parked in the open space on the side of the road, which is an auxiliary road of the highway, there are no shops nearby, there are no car repair shops, except for the endless fields and trees, there is no shop in front of the village and behind the village. It is not necessary to let the heavens and the earth be unspiritual.

The car was bought for a short time, I didn't know anything about repairing the car, usually Zhang Fan and Dr. Xia helped me get it, I knew that it would break down halfway, I had to learn a trick and a half, and I didn't even know how to open the front cover of the car like now.

Looking at the traffic on the side of the road, I gritted my teeth and rushed out, waving at the car, but no one would stop for me on a rainy night. When I was drenched like a chicken in soup, suddenly the car stopped next to me, and a man with a toothpick in his mouth looked me up and down, and asked with a hippie smile, "Miss, do you want a ride?"

I looked at him and replied, "No." As he spoke, he quickly turned around and ran towards his car. Fortunately, the man didn't keep up, and I hurriedly jumped into the car and locked the door. Soaking wet, I sat on my seat with my knees crossed, fighting my teeth.

It wasn't until this moment that I was completely woken up by the heavy rain, what past and present lives, what I can't help but love, at this time, no one can help you. It's still really on your own. I thought about it and decided not to venture out to stop the car, I was a woman, it was too unsafe. It's better to wait for the rain to stop, or dawn, and then see if you can stop a car nearby or borrow a mobile phone to use.

There was a jacket on the back seat of the car, I changed the wet jacket, but the skirt was not replaced, leaning on the seat of the car, the rain kept stopping, it was getting heavier and heavier, and the car was smashing. It's already one o'clock in the morning, and there's no sign of stopping at all. I went from being numb at the beginning to getting a little flustered and getting more and more agitated.

Why is it still so rainy? Why is the night so long? I just fell here, and no one cares, right? At that moment, I felt like a stray cat that no one cared about, and no one could hold my heart.

I couldn't help but press the phone, and it seemed to be turning on, but the screen suddenly went black when it was halfway through. The little hope that had just risen was gone, and I wanted to cry in frustration, what kind of failed life did I live? God refused to give me anything except a daughter.

All the grievances are pouring in my chest, I want to burst out, it stands to reason, I should be unscrupulous in this rainy night where no one is crying, but I don't even have this right, I huddle my knees and shrink in my seat, like a standing owl listening to the movements around me, if there is a little wind and grass, I have to listen to it with my ears pricked up, I dare not cry if I want to, for fear of any danger approaching.

Suddenly someone knocked on the car window, who is it? My heart almost jumped out of fright, wiped the fog on the glass, and finally saw the person outside the car clearly, at that moment, his face holding an umbrella appeared in this dark and cold night, and the warmth made my heart melt. There has never been a moment when I was so eager to see him. I slammed open the car door, jumped under his umbrella, clutched his clothes tightly, and my voice was a little choked: "Zhijin." Tears finally flowed. I can finally cry, dare to cry.

Dr. Xia's body stiffened, and he reached out and wrapped me in his arms: "I'm late, I'm sorry." ”

His chest was so warm, I couldn't help but lean in under his force, it was a rainy night, it was too cold, I needed a little warmth. He took off his coat and draped it over me, and asked me, "Is the car broken?"

I nodded with tears in my eyes: "Hmm." I'm not going to get it. "The teeth are still fighting.

He shoved me into the car: "Stay in the car for a while, I'll take a look." As he spoke, he opened the front cover of the car, held the umbrella in one hand, and fiddled with the other. I saw that he was inconvenient, so I had to go out and hold an umbrella for him. He put me back in his seat: "If you're outside, I won't fix it." It's warm in the car, so don't waste time. ”

I honestly stayed in the car, watching him play with the car almost half in the rain, and in less than half an hour, he closed the front cover of the car, came over and smiled at me: "It's not a big problem, it should be okay now, you try." ”

I tried activating it, and sure enough, it worked. Dr. Xia said to me, "You go drive my car, I'll drive this." ”