After Fang Wenke and I cut the cake, the friends in the bar began to chat and play in groups, each with an open smile on their faces.

I took the cake in my hand, scraped off a large piece of cream with my fingers and stuffed it into Fang Wenke's mouth, and then looked at him with relish in front of me, looking cute.

Just when Fang Wenke and I were still immersed in the atmosphere of you and me, Zhao Jun walked over and took a large piece of peeled grapefruit and stuffed it directly into Fang Wenke's mouth, and the cream in Fang Wenke's mouth was squeezed out.

Zhao Jun said to Fang Wenke: "Eat! Eat! Eat! Just know how to eat! Accompany me to the pharmacy outside to buy some hangover medicine, I see a few buddies who are almost drunk and don't know the southeast and northwest. ”

"Okay!"

Fang Wenke simply agreed to Zhao Jun, and then let me enjoy the bartender's performance at the bar alone.

After they went out, I put my bag on the bar, got up and went to the inside of the bar to pick up my phone.

I was in such a hurry just now that I didn't have time to look at the unread text messages on my phone.

After turning on the phone, things were just as I guessed in my heart, there were two unread text messages from Zhu Yang in it.

Article 1: Weishenme is back in Changchun again? Don't go home anymore?

Article 2: weishenme does not reply to my messages? Are you starting to hate me? I miss you a little now.

I looked at the four question marks in the text message, and it seemed as if an awakened nerve in my brain was shocking me, leaving my whole body in a state of shaking.

At this moment, I felt a sense of accomplishment, and this sense of accomplishment came from the accumulated hatred and unwillingness, because since I broke up with Zhu Yang, I have lost the pleasure of being able to breathe freely.

I've been doing that willing role for so long that I've forgotten to resist, to pursue, and to myself.

And I seem to understand what is the unwillingness in aiqing, just like my emotional struggle with Zhu Yang, struggling with his abandonment, struggling with his desperation.

I suddenly felt that the love at this moment might not be love, it was revenge, an outburst, or a mockery. I need this feeling of putting hurt under my feet so much because I need dignity.

Although I don't know what happened between Zhu Yang and Li Yue, he actually said in a low voice that he missed me, and this condescending feeling really made me feel extremely exciting and enjoyable.

And all this makes me feel that my feelings for Zhu Yang are not so strong, at least there is no love.

I took off my charging phone, deleted the text messages, and didn't reply to him.

On this shijie, there is nothing more painful than silent torture, and it is entangled in my own infinite conjecture, I must let Zhu Yang try how he tortured me in the first place.

I walked back to the outside of the bar and sat down, only to see Li Yue, who was wearing a hip-wrapping skirt and exposed shoulders, walking in with catwalks, obviously she saw me at first sight, and I was watching her.

After Li Yue walked over, she casually placed her double C clutch next to my stall sack, and the comparison was simply miserable.

She tapped the bar with her knuckles, and a waiter came up to her and said, "Xiao Yue is here!" Is it going to be the same today? ”

"Well, the same old way! What about my brother? Is business bad today, how can such a vulgar person enter our studio? ”

Li Yue's words were obviously aimed at me, but I ignored her because I didn't want to be angry, which would disgrace Fang Wenke.

I saw that after the waiter handed Li Yue a glass of colorful cocktail, he said to her very embarrassedly: "Today's business is very good, but today it was chartered, and it is not open to the public." The owner went out to pick up goods and was able to come back after nine o'clock in the evening. ”

Li Yue used her lipstick lips, took a sip on the edge of the wine glass, turned around and rushed to me, she smiled, but said to me with a knife hidden in her smile: "The one who chartered the venue must be Fang Wenke, otherwise who would invite you?" Right! Li Weiming! ”

After listening to her words, I wanted to slap her twice, but considering that there are many Fang Wenke's friends around, I definitely have to stay calm.

I gritted my teeth, pulled the corners of my mouth up as much as possible, and said, "Well, it's Fang Wenkebao's field." Didn't you go back to the town with Zhu Yang, why are you still in Changchun? ”

"Don't you know? This bar was owned by my brother, and my family moved to Changchun when I was admitted to university. Originally, Zhu Yang wanted to stay with me, but I still persuaded him to go back to see his parents, you said I was right to do this! ”

When I listened to Li Yue, I wanted to laugh so much, I just asked her a question, but she had to answer me so many nonsensical answers. I knew she was showing me off her superiority, but she probably didn't know that Zhu Yang had become disloyal to her.

How I wanted to turn out the text messages that Zhu Yang sent me to show her to kill her morale, but the text messages have been deleted by me.

"Well, I see!" I replied helplessly.

After Li Yue achieved her goal of making fun of me, she picked up her double-C clutch and cocktail, and planned to go to greet her classmates.

It's just that she didn't care when she got up, she directly touched my stall bag to the ground, and the diary inside the bag also fell out.

Unfortunately, the first page of the diary was spread out on the ground like that, and the six big words "Zhu Yang, I like you" were also seen by Li Yue without reservation.

The already awkward atmosphere is now even more unstoppable.

Li Yue widened her eyes with beautiful eyes, looked straight at me, and naturally "hummed" a contemptuous mockery in her mouth.

I hurriedly crouched down to pick up the diary, but I didn't expect to be a step too late.

Fang Wenke and Zhao Jun returned to the bar at an inopportune time three seconds ago, and the diary was picked up by Fang Wenke a second before I squatted.

I stood stiffly in place, maintaining a half-squatting position, Fang Wenke picked up the diary and hesitated for two seconds.

I knew his eyes were fixed on those six big words, and I knew his heart must be hurting. And those two seconds seemed like half a year apart.

Fang Wenke held the diary in his left hand, and the palm of his right hand was very strong and half-buckled the first page. I knew he wanted to go down, but he didn't turn the next page until the first page of paper was crumpled by his palm.

Suppressing his anger, he closed the journal and put it back on the bar, then turned and walked out of the bar.

He didn't slam the door, he didn't scold, he didn't drag me away, but vaguely I saw something flashing in his right eye.

I stood still, my mind and body torn in two, half struggling and half numb.

Slowly, I felt a sweet, pungent rainbow of liquid on the top of my head, and they slowly flowed down towards my eyes, my face, and my nose.

It was the narcotic smell of alcohol, and the sweet smell of orange, which soaked my face, and my nerves.

Li Yue gave the cocktail to my face, and then she slammed the glass on the ground, and the crisp cracking sound woke me up from my confusion.

I was surrounded by a crowd of people, my face was bubbling with colorful bubbles, and the diary on the bar was lying peacefully.