At the birthday banquet, seeing Qin Lang chasing Gu Nian out without hesitation, she was not as disheartened as she was after talking coldly to Xiang Zhuoyan like she did now. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

So after sitting on the sofa for I don't know how long, Xia Wenting put on her coat again and left the living room, and walked towards the garage with her back gloomy.

The figure at the gate gradually disappeared into the night, and in the darker and deeper night, it was the hot tea on the table that had already been cold.

After leaving the villa and returning to the car, Xia Wenting's chaotic mind always had only a bright and vague name.

"Forgot", not just because of one person, but also in the light bar by the twilight sea in N City, soothing the sluggish rock music.

Subconsciously started the car and drove in the direction of the twilight sea, and in the neon flashes that crossed the night, there was only a dreamlike bubble in front of Xia Wenting's eyes.

When he was waiting for Xiang Zhuoyan to come back in the house, it was already past ten o'clock at night.

No matter how quiet the city is, there will always be a corner, and in the silence of no one around, the undercurrent is surging like a bright light.

The brightly lit Twilight Street was already lively at the moment, but Xia Wenting, who was walking in such a hustle and bustle, could only hear her heartbeat in disharmony.

The steps unconsciously stepped to the door of "Forgot", thinking of Qin Lang's indifferent attitude at today's banquet, thinking of Xiang Zhuoyan's misunderstanding of himself at home just now, and thinking of the bright bracelet on his hand by the water platform......

Xia Wenting still leaned back on the bar, refused the kindness of the little brother to entertain her, and directly poured spicy liquor into her stomach one cup after another.

There was a faint pain in the burning sensation that passed through the intestines, and the scene in front of me became more and more blurry under the gradual manic breathing.

If time could pass like this in a blur and haze, Xia Wenting would rather never wake up in this cruel reality.

Listening to the rock music that was getting farther and farther away in her ears, Xia Wenting only felt helpless like an orphan.

What I drank was no longer the crystal in the slight bitterness, but the loneliness that had been fermented in my heart.

In the crowded bar, there is only the sourness that no one understands.

Until, in the increasingly unfamiliar space, a hint of familiar sweetness suddenly melted in.

The rhythmic music on the dance floor was poured back into Xia Wenting's absent-minded ears.

Turning her head to meet the eyes in front of her that were like a spring breeze, Xia Wenting's gentle smile suddenly muttered quietly: "When I came, I was thinking, can I meet you today." ”

Eyes locked on the delicate face in front of her, Xia Wenting suddenly chuckled, and said vaguely as if she was drunk but not drunk: "I didn't expect to be really met by me, you say, we are not very fateful!"

After chatting a few words with the people around her, Xia Wenting returned to the state of buying drunk alone as if no one was around.

Rubbing the wine glass in your hand, she rested her chin on the bar.

Putting her head on top of the glass in a daze, through the small world of bubbles inside, Xia Wenting suddenly smiled heartlessly.

The muttered words were full of silent ridicule of herself, Xia Wenting only pouted like a child and whispered: "Do you think I am willing to socialize in the mall every day? If it weren't for my parents' accident, I might still be a big lady who is loved in a honey pot......"

There was endless sighs in her hoarse voice, as if the person in front of her was the past she couldn't go back to, Xia Wenting only finished half of her words and suddenly stopped talking like a fish in her throat.

Two lines of tears slowly slipped from the sadness in the corners of her eyes, Xia Wenting suddenly straightened up lazily, and sighed softly into the air: "Sister also wants to accompany you to be imaginative, and accompany you to go crazy without any scruples." But...... My sister doesn't have three heads and six arms, she's not a warrior, and she's not a superman......"

Years of forbearance and bitterness came to my heart.

The layers of cramped feeling seemed to be an inescapable secret room, rolling endless bitterness and stuffiness into the darkness, and attacked Xia Wenting cruelly.

If her parents hadn't left suddenly, if she wasn't a person who took success or failure too seriously, if she was just an ordinary girl......

Perhaps, everything will be different.

You don't have to play with those who are a round older than you or even dozens of years old, and you don't have to be calculating, flattering, and deceitful every day.

If she was born as an ordinary girl who does not need to participate in any kind of position, she also wants her young life to be full of light and gorgeous jasmine, and the simple indulgence of love in the years of last year.

However, because of the unshirkable responsibility, the right to say no is forever lost.

The path in front of her has never been a matter of kindness.

There is no long-term plan, but there is only the principle that if you don't advance, you will retreat.

The years have given her tribulations, and she has lost her tenderness.

In the game of money and interests, there is never a permanent friend, but only a pervasive rival for her.

Slowly, a heart that was originally full of infinite longing for the future gradually became indifferent and hard.

For Xia Wenting, her home and her relatives have long been buried in the bottom of the sea with time in the airlift a few years ago.

So for Xiang Zhuoyan, Xia Wenting has always lacked a beloved explanation.

Hostile and indifferent, sabre-rattling, and tears are no longer bitter until they flow to the heart, so hurting each other without understanding has become the most harmonious way to get along between sisters and brothers.

Interweaving alcohol and distress into a heart-rending splendor, Xia Wenting was in a trance, and she had long forgotten that there was still a person sitting beside her.

I've cried and cried, and the pain is enough.

Shake off the deeper and deeper pain in his head and prepare to leave "Forget", but the moment he got up, his feet softened, and he fell directly into the arms of the person next to him.

The firm and warm touch is the familiarity of the lovesickness in her dreams.

Stumbling out of the bar by someone helping, Xia Wenting suddenly thought of the picture of Qin Lang and Gu Nian standing together at the dinner.

The pain in her heart hit again, unwilling to be put in an insignificant position all the time, Xia Wenting's groggy consciousness only made the most silent complaint: "Where am I not as good as her, I just can't change it if you say it?" Why have you only turned a blind eye to me for so long, I am so attentive, why can't you look at me head-on?"

Looking at Xia Wenting, who was delirious and still muttering to herself, Bailu suddenly felt a moment of pity and pity.

Her eyes were locked on her pear blossom and rainy face, as if she was talking to herself, and Bai Lu suddenly sighed with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "These words, if you say them, you may not be as uncomfortable as when you hold them in your heart, right?"