"Do you agree?" Zhao Lin suddenly became nervous. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

His father is an economist, and many times he considers problems from the perspective of value, and Zhao Lin can imagine how his father will exchange with Mu Feng in what way.

"How can it be, you don't belong to me, and you don't belong to him."

Mu Feng smiled, "This kind of thing can't be exchanged, I don't know how others are, it definitely won't work with me." ”

Mu Feng didn't have Zhao Lin to please him, this is a matter of the bottom line, everyone's bottom line is different, and the choice will naturally be different, even if it is accepted, it is not necessarily shameful, it just proves that it is not love, at least not enough love.

Zhao Lin fell into contemplation, she was even more angry, she was like a commodity, and she also had value, whether it was in her father's mind or in Mu Feng's mind.

Once again, the father used the same method as his mother, using money to test human nature. In his world, it seems that there is only money, and emotions are always cold.

It's an insult and a hurt to her. He hurt himself once in this way, and he had to hurt himself a second time in this way, which was unacceptable to her.

For Zhao Lin, for many years, home has been like a golden cage, worry-free but boring.

My father is rarely at home, sitting alone in the living room, pressing the remote control, and turning on the sound of the TV to the maximum, I can't get rid of the feeling of emptiness in my heart.

There is no one to talk to you, nothing to bother you, and no content of life, this almost suffocating atmosphere scares her, makes her afraid.

Before high school, it was fine, at that time she could bury herself in the test questions, but in college, there was no way, and she couldn't adapt to it with a lot of time, especially at night.

She had to find a way to vent, so that her spirit was extremely tired and excited, so she liked the nightlife, and when she got out of the school at night, she came back late at night, which was a kind of madness to squeeze her life dry.

Mu Feng saw that Zhao Lin was very depressed, and smiled comfortingly: "I understand your father's decision, and I won't have an opinion about him because of this, I hope you are too, after all, he is also for your good." ”

Zhao Lin sneered: "If this is also good for me, then I would rather he be bad to me, Mu Feng, you don't know my feelings, there are many things that you can't understand, for me, this kind of unprovoked interference and behind-the-scenes actions is an insult and a betrayal......"

Mu Feng smiled: "I don't think it's as serious as you are, after putting aside all your prejudices, you will find that these are not as painful as you imagined, you still have someone to love and care, this is a kind of happiness." ”

When Mu Feng said this, Zhao Lin didn't look at Mu Feng, if she did, she would find that Mu Feng's eyes had an indescribable look of pain.

Zhao Lin gritted his teeth and looked ahead, "I won't let his wishful ......"

Mu Feng smiled and supported, "Yes, we don't let him get his wish, but this doesn't need to shout slogans, we can know it ourselves." There is no need to declare the world, and there is no need to debate politics. A truly strong heart is one that only does and doesn't say anything. ”

Mu Feng really thought so, he hoped that Zhao Lin could do so, she was an adult and could choose the life she wanted, but he didn't want this to become a burden and a knot in Zhao Lin's heart.

There are a lot of suggestions and other people's decisions for themselves, there is no need to take it to heart, it is very tiring to press it in your heart, it is better to simply filter it out, there are so many things in life, you don't have to worry about this one.

Zhao Lin looked at Mu Feng and felt that what he said was very reasonable, the struggle with Zhao Yushan over the years was nothing more than trying to prove himself to him, plus an attempt to make him uncomfortable.

Looking back now, it doesn't seem to have played any role at all, Zhao Yunshan has not been affected by this, and has never changed because of his silent resistance, Mu Feng is right, there is no need for him to be angry about this, isn't this as he wants.

In order to make her happy, Mu Feng proposed: "Linlin, let's go to the bar, let's go to the nightclub, relax!" ”

Zhao Lin shook her head and refused, she hadn't been to this kind of place since she promised Mu Feng last time, it was impossible before, and she wanted to go here to vent her emotions before it was night.

And now, on the contrary, I don't have this mind, and when I think of this kind of place, I feel that it is too noisy, and this kind of venting has actually made me tired.

Both the evil path and the crooked path have an irresistible temptation, and the more oblique and crooked they are, the greater the temptation. Reality and momentary madness are two different things, and there must be a limit to nonsense, and nonsense must be limited to the boundary.

"And what would you like to eat?" Mu Feng asked.

Zhao Lin shook her head again, "I don't have an appetite......"

Mu Feng adjusted Zhao Lin's emotions, "That's it, I know a place, it's a food stall, although it doesn't look very high-grade, the small seafood is very authentic, I'll take you to try it, how about it?" ”

Zhao Lin nodded indifferently, Mu Feng drove straight to Xiao Haiding, this food stall was still Dong Xiaojun took him and Zhang Hui together. Based on Mu Feng's professional-level evaluation, Xiao Haiding here does have a unique flavor.

As for the other dishes, Mu Feng was noncommittal, but as long as a food stall has a dish that can be handled, it is already a success.

Although Xiao Haiding is a food stall, the food stall was originally called "big brand stall", which is a large license plate mounted and hung on a fixed stall, hence the name.

The business began in post-World War II Hong Kong, when there were many street stalls selling cooked food, with big-name stalls larger than ordinary hawkers and a few foldable chairs. Because the food is visible, convenient to eat, and affordable, it quickly became popular.

Nowadays, food stalls have become a fashion, and they are the main way to consume casual food at night, with groups of friends sitting under the open air under the night sky, drinking cold and refreshing draft beer, eating all kinds of snacks, and feeling relaxed and comfortable.

When Mu Feng and the others came, Xiao Haiding had just started business, and there were very few customers, and Zhao Lin was still very unfamiliar with this. She saw that the nightlife was abundant, but it was actually very simple, that is, hanging out between several nightclubs and bars, and going back to school when the time came.

Zhao Lin's eyes flashed with excitement, and this strange feeling made her a little unable to control herself. After Zhao Lin walked past them, the blushing guests at the table suddenly felt a little out of place, and unconsciously grabbed the clothes behind the chair and put them on haphazardly.

The dishes soon filled the table, and she had no appetite because of her mood, but after eating two small Haiding, she was aroused by the cravings, and finally buried her head on the table, very patiently picking with a toothpick.

Zhao Lin has become no different from other diners, and eats directly with his hands, ignoring his own image, and even gulps two sips of beer.

Mu Feng didn't eat much, and looked at Zhao Lin quietly on the side, Zhao Lin was actually a very delicate girl, and compared with the Zhao Lin he saw before and now, there were two images at all.

People show great differences in different occasions and moods, and in a sense, many of us have split personalities, but to different degrees.

Zhao Lin finally stopped, with faint beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, took the napkin handed over by Mu Feng and wiped it gently.

Maybe it's past the emotional period, maybe it's the food just now that makes her mood a little better, and there is a smile of satisfaction on the corner of her mouth.

"It's delicious, I didn't expect this kind of food in the food stalls."

Mu Feng said with a smile: "Food stalls rely on word of mouth, rely on repeat customers, if there is no good food, it will be a disaster for the operator!" ”

Food stalls are different from traditional food, which can rely on brand, grade, location, and even expensive decoration to attract customers.

But the food stalls are not good, the only criterion they judge is the stomach of the guests, and when it comes to the food, they are far more than the traditional diet.

For them, there is only one criterion for the guests, delicious!

Zhao Lin carefully took off her gloves, carefully wiped them with a napkin, propped up her chin, looked at Mu Feng and asked, "Do you know what it's like to miss someone?" ”

The corners of Mu Feng's mouth moved, he didn't know, but he knew what it was like to miss someone.

Zhao Lin muttered: "Missing people is a kind of torment, that kind of torment...... I didn't know before, but now I know what it means to live like a year. ”

Mu Feng knew that Zhao Lin was expressing his love to himself, and kept a smile, "You are very philosophical and full of vicissitudes when you speak today." ”

"I'm lonely!" Zhao Lin said sadly.

Mu Feng pondered for a moment, staring at the night sky in the distance, and after a long time, he sighed lowly, "Linlin, you still don't know what loneliness is?" \'

"I know, that's how I feel right now." Zhao Lin said stubbornly.

Mu Feng smiled, "You're not really lonely, loneliness isn't like that." Yours is more lonely, loneliness and loneliness are completely two feelings, loneliness is more because of boredom! ”

Mu Feng's smile actually showed a hint of desolation, "What does the real loneliness look like?" Maybe no one can tell, because you don't know what you're thinking at all. ”

The reason why people are lonely is because they all have their own pain and sorrow that they can't confide in others, and the pain and sorrow, just like the **** of the wife, are not for others to see.

-- The greater the pain, the more you should keep it safe.

――****Isn't it the same? (To be continued.) )