After being silent for a long time, Ling Hao's low and hoarse voice sounded again: "I don't want to go home every day and face a cold face, even the occasional laugh is so far-fetched. I'm trying very hard to please you, but I can't get into your heart. ”

"I'm sorry." I know those three words are insignificant and don't make up for anything, but these are my words from the heart.

"The harm you have caused to me is not a 'sorry' and my heart will not hurt." In the darkness, I could clearly see Ling Hao crying, and a tear flowed from his reddened eyes.

"Dawn." He got up and walked up to me, a tall black shadow covering me, and I couldn't see his expression clearly. He reached out and stroked my long hair that hung down on his chest behind my ears with a gentle motion. "Let's go back to China and see, you can't be an ostrich forever and escape from reality."

My eyes dimmed, yes, it was useless wherever I fled, as if there was a shadow of gentleness everywhere, and I thought about him anytime, anywhere, all the time.

Go back and take a look, looking at the happy appearance of him and Wang Yuan, maybe you will die.

Ling Hao turned around and opened the window, and the cold wind blew in, blowing into the bottom of my heart, and it was desolate.

Early the next morning, Ling Hao went to work. I packed up my clothes and took An Ming back to my parents' house, this home is honestly nothing worth my nostalgia for, except for clothes, I didn't take anything else with me.

walked quietly, without even saying a word to Ling Hao.

"What's the matter, you quarreled with Ling Hao?" Seeing that I appeared at the door with An Ming in one hand and a suitcase in the other hand, my mother frowned slightly and took An Ming's concerned question.

"We ...... It's going to be divorced. I answered truthfully.

"What do you say! Divorce? "Mom can't believe it, usually Ling Hao is good to me, everyone can see it.

Even if I always quarreled later, I didn't tell anyone, because after every quarrel, Ling Hao would take the initiative to apologize to me.

I nodded silently, confirming that my mother had heard me correctly.

"It's got to the point of no return?"

There is a saying that "persuasion and not persuasion", and my mother still wants to match.

"Mom, I'm in charge of my own business, so don't worry about it."

"Have you ever thought about what you will do in the future when you are 26 years old, divorced and have a child?"

My mother felt how difficult it was to be a single mother, and she worked hard for me to go to college and save money to pay for my expensive tuition.

"We'll talk about that later." I pinched An Ming's pink and tender little face, and said nonchalantly.

In fact, I don't think too much about the future now, as long as I can pull An Ming big, take one step at a time.

An Ming kissed me on the face from the "bar", and said in a milky voice: "Mom, An An will be obedient and sensible in the future, and will not make you angry."

He is so sensible that he makes me happy and sad at the same time.

I secretly made up my mind that I must let An Ming grow up happily and not let him suffer the slightest grievance.

I tapped the tip of his nose, "Baby, mommy loves you." ”

"An An also loves her mother." An Ming smiled like a flower.

Uncle Xiang was very worried, "Xiaoxi, divorce is not a trivial matter, don't be impulsive, think twice." ”

The mother sighed and continued to persuade: "The child is small, and he cannot lack father's love."

“……”

The two of them talked a lot, and in the end I said a few words.

At noon, I just started eating and received a call from Ling Hao.

"Where are you?"

"My mother's house."

"Can't wait?" Ling Hao sneered, "Originally, I wanted you to cook me a meal before leaving......

I was stunned when he interrupted the call.

In the afternoon, the courier knocked on the door and came in and handed me a piece of mail.

“AreyouMissLiu？”

“Yes。”

When I opened it, the pure white paper reflected the sunlight and pierced into my eyes, and there was a strong and powerful pen at the place of the payment - Ling Hao.

I didn't hesitate to write my name in the signature of "Party B".

The marriage, which lasted for two years, ended because of these papers.

His heart suddenly felt a lot easier, this is good for both parties, and he can find a better one on his terms.

I went to the ticket office and bought two plane tickets to return home tomorrow and walked alone on the street.

Standing on the high bridge facing the sunset, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on my body, wrapped me tightly, closed my eyes in enjoyment, and warmed my body.

Memories burst into my mind, Wen Yimo hugged me, and said softly: "Chenxi, I love you." ”

The warm embrace, the affectionate eyes, the thin lips that say the most affectionate words.

At the moment, these three words are too extravagant for me because his love no longer belongs to me.

The person who listened to him with his left ear was Wang Yuan.

My heart sank and I looked down at my feet. The cars on the highway were endless, and an incomparably familiar figure appeared in the bustling crowd. I shook my head, telling myself that I must be hallucinating, but I couldn't control my pace.

When I quickly got off the bridge, I ran in that direction. Sure enough, there was no sign of him on the empty ground.

In fact, I knew this for a long time, but I still couldn't avoid a loss in my heart.

In this foreign country, in the bustling United States, I felt out of place when I was alone.

How many times did his figure appear in front of me, when I cried and ran over to reach out to hug him, begging him not to go, but ruthlessly disappeared without a trace.

It breaks my heart again and again.

Despite this, he still stood in place and circled, constantly looking around, his eyes sweeping over everyone's face, for fear of missing him.

With a hint of anticipation.

How I wanted to see him again, even if only from afar.

As the sky gradually darkened, I couldn't help laughing at myself: "Liu Chenxi, what are you thinking?" How could Wen Yimo be in the United States? He's forgotten about you a long time ago, and he's about to get engaged to Wang Yuan, so he must be too busy now,"

I shook my head and eventually gave up looking.

Strolling disheartened.

Stop at the door of a bar called "JimBeamBourbonWhiskey", and let me fall for the last night.

Drink to dispel sorrows, and numb the soul with alcohol.

Sitting at the bar, I drank a glass of spirits, and I don't know if it was because I drank too much, and I became a lot bolder.

Carrying a wine bottle and staggering onto the dance floor, accompanied by deafening DJ music, learning to shake the body of the person next to him frantically. I was so excited that I looked up and laughed, laughing heartlessly, but the more I laughed, the sadder I became, and the taste in my heart was as bitter as the wine in my hand.

I held up the bottle and shouted, "Drink to kill your sorrows!" ”

Raise your head and drink it all in one gulp.

“Oh，Good！” There was cheering and some people whistling at me.

I waved at them and said hello, sat back down at the bar, and continued to drink.

In my gradually blurred consciousness, I felt that a gaze somewhere behind me kept throwing at me, and I didn't have the heart to care so much, and drank cup after cup.

It was almost late at night, and I was in a complete state of confusion, lying on the bar, fingers tapping into the table, "Givemeadrink!" ”

"Miss, I'll ask you for this wine." A man in his twenties spontaneously sat next to me, pushed a glass of wine to my hand, and spoke fluent Chinese, probably a Chinese.

I raised my glass and clinked glasses with him, pointed to my nose and asked him, "You call me Miss?" ”

The other party smiled and didn't speak, thinking that there was nothing wrong with calling him like this.

"Do I look small? You should call me Madam, you know? I sue you, I'm divorced and have a two-year-old son. I staggered to my feet and spun around, and one fell unsteadily in his arms.

"Oh? Is it? ”

I asked, "What?" Not convinced? ”

"Then I'll have to 'check' it." He blew ambiguously in my ear, his hot palms slowly sliding down my back. Sensing the smell of danger, I struggled to get up but was powerless.

Suddenly, a cold voice scolded the man's restless hand, "Ye Mingjun! ”

"What? Could it be that Wen Shao is also interested in this woman? The beauty of a gentleman's adulthood, then I will generously give it to you. "The man had a playful tone in his voice and let me out like an object.

I didn't know it when I was drunk, poked him with my finger, and said to myself: "So your name is Ye Mingjun?" As soon as he finished speaking, he was picked up by another person.

The residual consciousness made it impossible for me to look up and take a closer look at the person who was replaced as "Wen Shao", brazenly leaning on his chest, so familiar with the temperature, like Wen Yiin......

Wen Yimo? Hehe, it's an illusion again.

The body was dragged by him, and he walked out of the lively bar. My stomach was so uncomfortable, nausea hit me, and I started vomiting.

The man pushed me away in disgust and yelled, "Damn it! ”

In a daze, I was carried upstairs again, my eyes were half-open, and a brilliant light shone on me, so dazzling.

I was lying on a clean and neat white sheet, painted on all sides, with a bathroom in front of me, and the man stripped off his clothes and half-naked, with his back to me, throwing his dirty clothes in the trash.

It feels more and more familiar.

But a voice reminded me over and over again, "It's not him, it's not him......"

The vague figure seemed to get closer, ready to leave.

The loneliness hit, and I was afraid, afraid that his departure would deprive me of the warmth that had indulged me.

Reaching out and grabbing his hand, I was drunk, really drunk, drunk. The mouth muttered: "Don't go, don't go." ”

I have to admit that I was completely devastated.

Even if he is not Wen Yimo.

Obviously he was right in front of me, but I couldn't see his face clearly, his silhouette.

"Let go, you'd better not touch me, I've been drugged."

An icy voice, without the slightest warmth.

"Stay with me, don't go." I cried and pleaded.

He pressed up violently, kissed me on the cheek and neck impatiently, and his hands kept tearing at my clothes.

The effects of alcohol kept me from breaking free, and no, it wasn't what I wanted. I wept quietly and called out the name of the man I had been thinking about for two years, "Yimo, Yimo." ”

The person on top of him stopped, and then demanded more frantically, with intense anger.

Little by little, the last consciousness is lost......

The sun shone in, my body ached, and the memories of last night came flooding back like a tidal wave. I stared at the ceiling with vacant eyes, and I was lost.

I sold my heart, I sold my soul.

A strange man took my first night overnight.