Catastrophe of Meaning (184)

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"It's very simple, just use each other. For the sake of revenge, for the sake of the truth, I will do whatever it takes. I must find out the murderer and avenge Wu Zhihao. ”

On the other side of the phone, Peng Tan was so frightened that his phone slipped, and in the microphone, Zhang Yuner kept asking. Peng Tan muttered to himself, Wu Zhihao, Wu Zhihao, revenge, revenge. Zhang Yun'er failed to recognize Peng Tan's babbling and asked Peng Tan again what he wanted to say. Peng Tan woke up like a dream, and explained in a panic, nothing, nothing, it was a fool. Subsequently, Peng Tan deliberately opened the topic and threatened her not to play tricks before hanging up the phone.

Zhang Yuner walked into the hotel and entered the elevator. After opening the room, Wen Xin sat on the ground alone, drinking sullen wine. Zhang Yun'er sat next to her, put out snacks, took out beer, pulled open the pull ring, and drank it to Wen Xin. Wen Xin didn't pay attention to it, and the two women were next to each other, each drinking their own.

Wen Xin and Zhang Yun'er lay on the ground, facing the ceiling, chatting sentimentally.

Wen Xin said: "Men are liars, liars. The hopes of our women cannot be pinned on men. In order to take revenge, I abandoned everything, and the love I originally hoped for was just an unattainable fantasy. ”

Zhang Yun'er said with emotion: "No, we are just the opposite. I believe in love, and I love that subtle feeling. But I know that my love is just my fantasy, he doesn't like me, he needs the kind of woman who can put him on the throne, and I have no use value, all I can give him is my body. Yes, you are right, women can't expect luxury from men, but I love him, and I love him without regrets. At least, I got his flesh. However, he died, and his death was unknown. I swore that I would find the murderer and avenge him. ”

Wen Xin laughed at herself: "It seems that we are all hurt women." Men are fickle animals, for power, for profit, love is just a bargaining chip that can be discarded at will. Your love, that's just unrequited love, you are beautiful, why be so stubborn. ”

Zhang Yun'er smiled bitterly, sighed to herself, and said: "No, in the face of true love, no one can refuse." She comes quietly, but she can leave you powerless. In fact, we are all the same, we all lost our original dreams for revenge. However, as long as revenge can be obtained, what is lost is nothing. ”

Crying and laughing, Wen Xin and Zhang Yun'er silently wept and hugged each other.

Wen Xin and Zhang Yun'er walked out of the community, flagged down a taxi, and drove towards the slow rock bar in Pudong New Area. On the way, Peng Tan was anxious and urged the taxi driver to increase the accelerator. On the way, Wen Xin and Zhang Yun'er were stuck in the road, the two were drowsy, and in a trance, the car moved slowly. On the way, the speed was close to the speed limit, but Peng Tan still kept urging.

Near seven o'clock, Pentan walked into the Slow Shake Bar. The bar lights are extremely dim, the colorful spotlights are constantly flickering, in the noisy sound of the lights, on the bar stage, the gringos play the saxophone, the exposed girl in the center dances the hot samba, in the cheers, the unique rhythm in the saxophone playing, the evolution of the unique creativity. Pentan sat in the corner, drinking vodka and watching the performance, but he was not interested. Occasionally, a woman with heavy makeup would sit next to her with a beer, teasing Pentan. Peng Tan spoke lightly, as if he had returned to the profligate form of before, which made the woman laugh.

The ** of the atmosphere, but under the eyes of Wen Xin and Zhang Yun'er, it became full of gunpowder. (To be continued.) )