"Hey, you're going to lose your temper, my mother just doesn't want to answer your phone, what's wrong?" Su Lingyu's voice was as charming as ever, but what was hidden in it was as indifferent as ever, and there seemed to be nothing worth her heart about. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ning Chen was speechless, he pushed open the window, cut off the phone, depressedly wanted to learn from others to light a cigarette, and saw a trace of dreamy pastime in the clouds and mist.

However, this can't fulfill his wish, not to mention that he can't smoke, and at this moment, the mobile phone rings non-stop, Ning Chen glanced at a number he didn't know, he was inexplicably irritable, so he simply turned off the phone, threw the phone on the table, took all the change on the bedside table and went out.

Bus No. 7-11 staggered on the potholed asphalt road that had not yet been repaired, raising a cloud of smoke and dust, and disappeared when it turned a corner, Ning Chen thought that he was also sitting on an old bus shuttling through everyone's life, and he would go on and on, and he could not find a stop platform.

Unconsciously, he walked to the convenience store, Ning Chen picked up a lot of canned beer, Qingdao, Xuehua, Harbin all kinds of brands, regardless of taste, it cost a total of one hundred and eight yuan and two cents, and he walked out with a bag of beer.

There is a Luoshui River in Los Angeles that crosses it, the Luoshui River is rushing year after year, the embankment is built on both banks, compared with the park, it is more popular with young couples, Ning Chen sat on the dark green lawn, he wanted to see the time, took out his pocket, did not bring a mobile phone, laughed at himself, opened a can of beer, drank half a can in one go, wiped off the foam from the corner of his mouth, looked at the sparkling Luoshui River and felt a little naïve.

He knew a long time ago that one can never count on anyone in life, so even if he has infinite expectations for life, he never expects the people around him to reach out.

Ning Chen can still remember one summer evening when he was six years old, a group of boys in the orphanage were playing hide and seek, he hid in the attic where he had classes during the day, he looked at the sun that was hidden outside little by little, and he was complacent, until the sky was still dark, it was a dark cloud, starry night, he was afraid of the dark, he ran down and found that the door to the room that entered the attic had been locked, he banged on the door, he shouted, until his hand was red and swollen, until his throat was hoarse, but no one came to save him.

There always seems to be a man-eating monster hidden in the dark, and he listened to the mother-in-law in the courtyard who said that this monster can swallow a child with one mouth, and others will not remember the child who was swallowed.

He always felt that the monster in the darkness was getting closer and closer to him, and at last he couldn't help but open the window, and with his eyes closed, he jumped from the stairs, but fortunately there was a meadow behind him, and it was raining again during the day, and he just twisted his foot.

Ning Chen finished drinking a can of beer and opened another can, he thought of the day he first came to Los Angeles.

Penniless, the luggage is just an acceptance letter, a person, a T-shirt, a pair of shorts and panties in the shorts.

He looked dirty, ran so fast that he didn't even have an ID card, couldn't find a job, and didn't want to fight with a group of homeless people under the overpass for territory, so he ran to the suburbs, wanting to find a rental house first, and then make up the rent when he had money.

He didn't have to worry about money in the orphanage before, because he was young and didn't have a place to spend money, and then there was no place to spend money, everything was ready, whatever he could think of or what he might think of later.

So he didn't have any concept of money, and he didn't think it was a must-have thing, even if he was rejected by those landlords one by one.

Coming out of the seventh rejected landlord, a red BMW was parked in a dirty alley, and a woman in a white shirt, high-waisted jeans, and black sneakers leaned against the door, she pulled her sunglasses down slightly, and asked, "Rent a house?" ”

Ning Chen nodded.

"No money?"

Ning Chen nodded again.

"Calculate the interest in the future?"

Ning Chen nodded again.

The woman opened the back door of the car and said, "Get in the car and take you to see the house." ”

Ning Chen was grateful to Su Lingyu, even though he had never had the money to pay the rent.

In the middle of the night before, Ning Chen came back from the dead, and when he opened his eyes in a panic, what he saw was still Su Lingyu.

Last night, Ning Chen escaped death, and it was Su Lingyu who rescued him on the winding mountain road.

It turned out that Ning Chen had unconsciously regarded Su Lingyu as someone to rely on, even if she seemed a little unreliable, although they were not very familiar with each other.

"Hey, after all, am I making a child's temper?" Ning Chen smiled bitterly, some things are figured out and hurt by yourself, because you can complain about others before you figure it out, and after you figure it out, you can only sulk at yourself.

"Hey, man, can you give me a can?"

A man suddenly sat down next to Ning Chen, wearing a gray-blue solid-color T-shirt, ripped jeans, and a pair of fancy beanie shoes. Ning Chen looked up, the man was very handsome, and he was cool.

Flat head, studs, thick eyebrows, big eyes, small face, high cheekbones and nose bridge, more masculine.

Without waiting for Ning Chen to answer, he took a can of beer and opened it himself, and drank it in a big gulp.

"Broken love?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ning Chen shook his head.

"That's still for women." His tone was frivolous, and the corners of his mouth couldn't hide a smile, but he shook his head again, not knowing whether it was mockery or regret.

"What does it have to do with women, I'm fine with my girlfriend." Ning Chen didn't want others to sympathize with him lightly, he seemed to have been pricked by a needle, and immediately retorted.

"Girlfriend?" The man was rather surprised and asked, "Do you still have a girlfriend?" ”

Is this man sick in the head? Although I look ordinary, and my clothes are also stalls, I look like a moneyless owner, but why can't I have a girlfriend? Ning Chen pouted and stared at the man, but he didn't speak.

The man realized that his words were a little abrupt, but he really didn't mean to look down on Ning Chen in his heart. He waved his hand and said, "Just kidding, don't take it personally." ”

"You're a student at Los Angeles University?"

Ning Chen took a big sip of beer and said, "I don't know you, why do you ask so much." ”

"I was a little lonely when I saw your back just now, so I wanted to get to know you." The man stretched out a hand and said with a smile: "Zhang Taichu." What about you? ”

Ning Chen didn't shake the hand that came over, he said coldly, "Ning Chen." ”

"Would you like to go play together?"

"Play?" Ning Chen didn't think that he had any domineering spirit, he began to guess that the man in front of him would not be a liar, or maybe it was the helper that Brother Long had found for today's lesson?

"No, we don't know each other."

It's really troublesome, Zhang Taichu remembered that friend's explanation, and thought that he was the one who took the initiative to slap himself on weekdays, but he didn't expect that his initiative to show favor would be rejected today.