After a while, Kun Yuanan quietly sat down in the vacant seat next to me.

He was silent for a long time before he asked me with a sad face, "Is there any other way?" ”

I looked up, trying to squeeze out a smile, and shook my head.

He sat there as if he had been drained of strength, and I smiled at him with red eyes: "It's not a big deal, isn't life like this, sooner or later you will die." ”

All life is so fragile that perhaps a turn is eternal. I'm so afraid that I won't have time to tell the person I love the most about my heart and die.

Kun Yuan turned his face to look at me: "I think you should read your first novel now, and you should get back to the self that was neither humble nor arrogant." How invincible Gu Ningdai was at that time. Do you know? When I was abroad, whenever I was tired and had no confidence, I would read your novels, because you in the novels are brave. You are an example for us to follow. ”

In the parking lot on the first floor of the hospital, I said goodbye to Kunyuan.

He stubbornly sent me home.

I laughed and scolded him, "I drove!" ”

After getting in the car, I calmed down and dialed a string of numbers, and the phone finally stopped being lifeless, "Sorry, the user you are calling is off." "I still can't be happy.

Hu Xiaodong didn't answer my call, fifteen days ago since I last saw him.

I expressed my dim mood on WeChat Talk.

In fact, all my talk is sent to one person, the funny thing is that I not only know that Hu Xiaodong doesn't use WeChat, but I also know that he will never see these words I post, but I still naively think that maybe one day someone will convey my feelings to him. I don't need him to be moved, I just need him to know that in my world, I am not alone, he will always be the support of my soul.

Even in his world, I didn't qualify for the girlfriend role I played.

"If one day, the person who accompanies you will no longer be me, please be happier than me."

Friends almost all indulged in this scribbling comment, they speculated. They were worried.

Only those who should understand this talk did not participate in my expectations.

I just wanted him to know how I was feeling, and I even wanted to find him and tell him, "Can you give me some time to hear me say it clearly?" ”

But illusions are always extinguished by reality.

Maybe when I do have the opportunity to stand in front of him and clarify a qiē, I won't necessarily be as head-to-head as I imagined.

When Xiaoxuan'er was asleep, Liu Xiaowei said to me on the phone: "I'm at the bar near your house, you hurry up." ”

Although I tried my best to excuse myself: "I really can't go, I'm tired, and Xiao Xuan'er has already slept." ”

But ten minutes later, I still arrived as scheduled and sat next to Liu Xiaowei. The important thing is that I have to put up with her miserable face.

I was thinking about it for a while, and I was about to ask.

"Are you out of love again?" But she rushed in front of me, holding up her face that had just been dug out of the soil, and asked me, "Why are you so depressed lately?" I can tell from your dynamics that your mood is black and white. ”

I despise her, but I should have returned these words to her as they were. Because her dark circles are almost catching up with her breasts.

"Do you have any other orders than to make me pay?" I squinted at her, and even though my world was really black and white, I had to stand out and find an exit for myself.

Contrary to my expectations, she waved at me, took a sip of wine, and gracefully said to my casually dressed and stunned little nerf, "It's not for you to pay today." Someone please! ”

I was about to ask her, "Who is so eye-opening?" A big boy with a pimple face sat down in the empty space between me and her.

I continued to grow up and my mouth was stunned, Liu Xiaowei took advantage of this time to push the wine glass in front of the acne man with a sweet face and began to introduce me: "This is Zhang Zhen, today he is the east." She paused and then said to Zhang Zhen: "This is the super goddess Gu Ningdai in our mouth." ”

I stretched out my stiff little paws and squeezed out a polite smile: "Hello, I'm Gu Ningdai." ”

Zhang Zhen desperately made an expression of smiling without leaking teeth, as if he would show his gums if he was not careful. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed my outstretched little paw: "Hello, just call me Ah Zhen." ”

I really couldn't connect the Zhang Zhen in front of me with the actor Zhang Zhen, and I couldn't help but want to change positions several times, because whenever I saw his face that was not faceless and was pox, I wanted to run out and buy an acne needle to help him squeeze the white-headed acne on his face.

At this time of the bar, there are just more people.

All sorts of young little bodies swayed on the dance floor behind us.

Drunk, my eyes drifted everywhere, and I accidentally glanced at the Porsche key hanging on Zhang Zhen's waist, and I suddenly understood why Liu Xiaowei liked this little toad.

I shook my body against the wall and went to the bathroom, although my body had been robbed of balance by alcohol, I still tried hard to encourage myself to go home by myself in a while.

I definitely wouldn't expect Liu Xiaowei, who was outside with a little tail and a little ** in her arms, to send me back. As I staggered towards the bathroom, she was smiling like a flower in Zhang Zhen's ear.

Because of love, I turned into a vulgar woman who got drunk late at night.

I leaned down in front of the sink and dialed out the inverted number. I didn't expect him to answer, but there was no sound from the phone in my ear, no damn shutdown prompt, and no sound of his breathing.

I looked at the phone screen with blurry teary eyes, I thought it was not dialed, but he answered, and it had been 14 seconds of calling.

I was not calm for a moment, and I cried to him with the courage of alcohol: "I miss you so much." ”

I quietly held my phone and waited for him to reply, but he still didn't speak for a long, long time, and after another ten seconds I sat down on the floor in front of the pool, and I said, "That's it, I won't bother you." ”

The phone slowly slid down his ears, and he seemed to have broken free from hell to the world, and his tired voice shouted at me: "You just need to tell me, where are you!" ”

Half an hour later, I was greedily lying on Hu Xiaodong's back, burying my head in his neck, and sniffing deeply at his exclusive taste.

He carried me across the street, keeping his face tense and not saying a word.

Before I met him, I always selfishly thought that if someone showed up when I was sad, and stayed by my side even without saying a word, I would be grateful, and maybe I would be warm-headed and make a personal promise.

Now he gave me almost everything I wanted. But lying on his back, I was like a colic. My tears were not because of gratitude, but because of heartache, and why it was as if there was a deep swamp between me and him, which made us both exhausted and covered in mud.

Although I know that no matter how much I rely on his embrace, I still have to leave his warmth before my destination.

I wanted to put aside the sadness of gaining and losing, and just pester him to the end of the world.

But his silence put quotation marks around his previous assurances, and those promises of "I will only trust you in the future" turned into jokes.

His own strength has become vulnerable in front of him, and those self-esteem that can be broken by one blow is a thick layer of camouflage in front of him.

If he and I choose to travel lightly to remove each other's heavy armor, will those powerful reserves collapse with a bang?

The reason why we suffer from gains and losses is because we have not defined ourselves in the right position.

If we had all been determined to open our hearts instead of remain silent, perhaps none of the foreseen things would have happened between us.

Love without ties is all fragile.

At the beginning of the love period, a little happiness was rendered by himself earth-shattering. In the later stages of love, there are too many surprises overdrawn, even if it is really unforgettable, it will feel accustomed to it.

Love is like cancer, and in the later stages, it is no longer up to people.

It's as if he has my backup key there, but it seems to him that he's going to have someone else there.

If I mistreat him with sweet words, he will feel that I am speaking because I am experienced.

And if I really don't say a word about us, he will feel that my lax attitude is not motivated by this relationship.

A woman with a past is not suitable for a simple relationship.

Because we walk with the past in our hands, it has nothing to do with simplicity.

He put me on the bed to leave, and I grabbed him by the wrist and pleaded with him, "Talk to me for a while." ”

He turned his face to look at me, frowning, "I don't like to talk to drunk people. ”

I patted the empty seat next to me: "Lie down, I'm so determined that you have nothing to be afraid of." ”