The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.inforeadx;?Chen Weiwei didn't expect that there would be a boy who moved faster than herself, that is, the childish waiter, who was as moving as a rabbit.

Hearing Chen Weiwei's instructions, he and the frightened rabbit, rushed out of the room, eighty percent of them were afraid of taking responsibility, he was like a prophet, as if he knew that Chen Weiwei would do something to hurt himself in the next second, and reported to his master, Miss Zixi.

Chen Weiwei sighed helplessly in the face of this boy's back, in fact, she couldn't say that she sighed, but she felt a little sorry, if he was young and virtuous, if he traveled through hundreds of years, he would be the proud protégé of Li Lianying, a eunuch of the Qing Dynasty, a disciple who entered the house, a silent servant with a pretended face.

She left the room unhurriedly, walked out of the hotel, and remembered when she saw the luxury car at the door that her Ferrari was still lying lonely on the cement pavement in front of Zixi's house.

Shortly after Chen Weiwei walked out of the hotel, she got into a taxi nearby and waited for the passengers.

"Master, please send me to No. 66 Chongwen District"

Chen Weiwei sat in the back seat and told the driver the address clearly.

The taxi traveled a few blocks through a street where people and cars converged to reach Chen Weiwei's destination.

Chen Weiwei glanced up at the meter, took out a 100-yuan red bill directly from her bag, and generously stuffed it into the driver's hand.

"Master, life is stressful now, it's not easy for anyone, besides, you work so hard, you don't have to look for change"

At that time, there was no excitement in the driver's eyes, but he thought that Chen Weiwei in front of him must be one, drunk last night and not sober, or she was a peripheral girl who had just finished picking up customers, because in the eyes of taxi drivers, in this kind of city where the pressure of life can crush everything, this kind of generosity, only the lady will sympathize with the taxi driver, such generosity is usually at the door of a nightclub, or a nightclub, and the midnight and early morning at the door of the bar will appear. Then without looking at the meter, he threw out several red bills and showed off his wealth without dignity.

It's no wonder that the driver misunderstands Chen Weiwei, after all, the wine in Chen Weiwei's mouth is a little strong, when she speaks, the smell wafting out stimulates the driver's sense of smell, and the natural peach blossom eyes are narrow, that kind of innate temptation, I'm afraid it can't be eliminated in this life.

Chen Weiwei didn't care, the taxi driver's gaze, after speaking, she took her handbag, pushed open the door of the taxi, got out of the car and walked towards Zixi's community.

After the noon sun, the pillars of light that have been gathered gradually dispersed in the sky with the passage of time, forming one after another unformed circles of light, reflected on the ground.

Chen Weiwei felt a little dizzy in her head, maybe the effect of alcohol began to attack, she swayed a little, the Ferrari parked under the tree in the community, the high heels hit the hard cement floor, making a clicking sound, the kind of stiff to the extreme, it will make people feel harsh and uncomfortable when they listen to it.

She walked a few steps and stopped not far away, and saw a group of young men and women around the beloved Ferrari, holding mobile phones of various brands to take pictures, she was very happy with the sight in front of her, which made her feel a sense of accomplishment.

However, what made her unacceptable was that several young men and women directly sat on the head and face of the Ferrari with their fat buttocks, and took selfies with their mobile phones in front of them.

What made her even more unacceptable was that an older old man took a cane, knocked on the wheel, approached the car and squinted at it, and said in a deep and loud voice, "How did Santana become like this now?" Hey-that's it, it's over."

Chen Weiwei, who was standing not far away, although she had drunk a little too much, had already sobered up a lot just now, she still heard this sentence word by word, and she heard it clearly, even the yin and yang frustration of the tone was very clear.

The sight of ass of various shapes and weights, sitting on the front of the Ferrari, was staged in turn in front of her eyes, and she felt that such filth was dirty, the beloved luxury supercar, not to mention the sight of this Ferrari, which reminded her of her ex-boyfriend who was far away in the United States, Reeves. Farrant.

In this way, just like the American ex-boyfriend, who is constantly being sat on her face with her ass, although she hates love a little after being injured, she doesn't want to show such a scene in her mind.

She could feel that the Ferrari, if she could speak, she must have begged Chen Weiwei to quickly find a suitable loose seam to bury it, and stop insulting its noble face like this, besides, if any of them are unconscious, when taking pictures, if they release smoke bombs, it is estimated that Chen Weiwei will have to drive the car to the car wash ten times.

"Is the filming finished, continue after the shooting! It doesn't matter, I can be your free model car, use it or not! ”

Chen Weiwei took out the key and pressed it on the Ferrari, and the two eyes on the front of the car finally blinked with raised eyebrows.

These enthusiastic fans of famous cars instantly dispersed with panic and embarrassment like street vendors meeting the chengguan.

Chen Weiwei opened the car door and wanted to drive away directly, but when she thought of the front of the car, she pulled out a stack of tissues from the tissue box in the car.

When the crowd had dispersed, she took out a whole stack of tissues and wiped them back and forth on the front of the car several times.

"Little girl, how much does your new Santana cost?"

Just now, the old man saw Chen Weiwei, holding a tissue to the front of the car, wiping it back and forth endlessly, so he walked over and asked with interest.

When Chen Weiwei heard this, she stopped what she was doing, and gasped deeply, probably because she had inhaled too hard, choked on her trachea, coughed a few times, and turned to face the old man.

If it weren't for the fact that he was an old man, if it weren't for the traditional virtues of respecting the old and loving the young to resist the anger, Chen Weiwei would definitely raise her noble foot and kick the high-heeled shoes, which are not sharp but fatal enough to deal with hooligans at midnight, like a high leg, although Chen Weiwei knew that when it was hot, as long as she took off her shoes, it was enough to create the smell of a weasel fart within a certain radius, but in that case, it would make her lose her ladylike demeanor.

Chen Weiwei stared at the old man in front of her for a while, she wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, forget it, after all, who will grow old one day.

She wiped the stack of paper towels that turned black, and threw them directly into the waste paper bucket in the Ferrari car, preparing this paper tube is also to prevent that there will be those friends with developed tear glands, after crying in the car, will not litter the paper towels and make a mess in the car.

Chen Weiwei sat in the car, and the car jumped out of the community with a roaring sound.

Vera Chen drove a Ferrari aimlessly through the neighborhoods, and the Dynaudio stereo in the car played Britney's songs.

In her somewhat trance-like brain, there was only one thought, just run like this, and when the whole tank of gas in the car is used up, fill up another tank and go home, for a Ferrari, a frenzied oil tiger, the time to burn a whole tank of oil is as short as a cigarette.

Ferrari roared back and forth through the streets of Beijing, passing by the appearance of a superstar.

The car stopped at the traffic light intersection in Chaoyang District, Chen Weiwei seemed to feel that when she was running for her life just now, the pressure in the car was the same as the feeling of the high-speed train passing through a cave, and the air pressure in the car was a little uncomfortable, plus Chen Weiwei herself was in a somewhat dizzy state.

She rolled down the window, not liking to expose herself too much in such luxury, but rolled down the window to a gap that was neither wide nor narrow, and the sunlight outside the window shone in through the gap, mixed with dust in the air and all kinds of mixed smells, and stayed quietly on her face.

Just when Chen Weiwei took advantage of this wide and narrow sunlight to think about things, to be precise, when she was quiet, her whole mind was full of things, about Jinhong's situation, stuffed a sheet from outside the car window, and something like a flyer fell on her lap.

Chen Weiwei picked up this leaflet and looked at it, it was a poster page about a travel agency.

She still remembers that distributing flyers in the middle of the traffic at the traffic light is already like an ancient dinosaur, which has long been extinct in the bombardment of the urban management and public security, and I don't know which one is driving on the fast lane of the city today, so courageous to resurrect such an antique behavior again.

Chen Weiwei looked at the red light timer, there were still dozens of seconds left on it, so she lowered her head and looked intently, this colorful propaganda poster gathered together as a pastime.

"Do you feel that life is so overwhelming, let go of everything you have, bring yourself, and have a journey that you say go"

Chen Weiwei's eyes stayed on this sentence for a long time and refused to leave, for the current Chen Weiwei, her overwhelmed shoulders are about to be crushed by the heavy life piled up, she feels that life, especially love, does not give herself a warm hug as expected, but constantly slaps in her face, or she feels a wave of surging punches and kicks.

She felt that she once thought that the love that was beautiful and romantic to the extreme, like a beast tearing and beating at her weak self, revealing a chill, steel teeth and sharp teeth, and slowly gnawing away all the emotions she had paid and the courage to continue to love, without reservation and without return.

Pain―

It's really heart-wrenching.

It's really in these past entanglements and future choices that I feel heart-rending pain.

I feel that the wounds on my body that cannot be healed are festering together with the scars in my heart, and everyone feels warm in the sun.

She thought that maybe she really needed to go on a long journey, as the paper said, and she needed to leave the environment and think about what the future was like for her to continue.

"Drip-Drip-Drip-"

A rapid and loud horn sound from the car behind was a reminder, but it was more like an unqualified curse, reminding Chen Weiwei that it was time to drive.

Chen Weiwei looked up, the traffic light in front of her had changed green for several seconds, she drove the car and continued to walk forward, but she couldn't stop in her mind, recalling the sentence she saw on the color page just now.

As she drove through the third block, she suddenly turned around and headed towards an outdoor store that she frequented.

This outdoor goods store, each item is expensive, and many of them are under a foreign code, floating across the sea, but all the goods are absolutely genuine, Chen Weiwei used to go to school before, went to outdoor adventures, and has been buying his goods, even when he went abroad, his outdoor backpack.

She parked her car at the door of this outdoor goods store, the owner is a Beijinger, you can tell by listening to the accent, she has emigrated from the Northeast, and the whole person is full of the Northeasterners' toughness and boldness.

is different from the blind owner of the stationery store, seeing Chen Weiwei, who has not appeared for a long time, greets her very warmly, just like seeing an old friend.

Chen Weiwei bought a new expensive outdoor backpack in the outdoor goods store, as well as a handsome outdoor military uniform like a western cowboy, and of course, bought some necessities she liked.

Just when Chen Weiwei was checking out, the phone rang, Chen Weiwei took out her mobile phone and saw that it was Jinhong calling, she pressed it directly without saying a word.

She just put the phone back in her pocket and hesitated again, took the phone out, looked at the screen for a while, and still ruthlessly pulled Jinhong into the blacklist.

She knew how painful her heart hurt when she blacklisted Jinhong, and her heart was as sad as a knife, but even though she couldn't bear it, she still did that.

She would rather choose such a short pain than in the future, two people will have a long pain together.

Jinhong didn't see Chen Weiwei show up for a long time at the wedding, but he thought that she had drunk too much and fell asleep on the bed in the room, so he ran to the door of the back room alone, but when he pushed the door open, the room had already been cleaned up by the boy, and even the water stains that had fallen on the carpet before had been cleaned up, and even the traces could not be seen.

In Jinhong's view, the cleanliness of the whole room is like a new guest in the hotel, the moment he opens the door, all the items have been spotlessly cleaned up after the previous person checked out, and even the breath she left was wiped clean by the staff with disinfectant liquid and wet towels.

Jinhong couldn't see Chen Weiwei, and he didn't know where she went, so he just stood alone in the room, dialing her mobile phone number over and over again.

He called Chen Weiwei like crazy, but the response was an empty number.

He vaguely knew that this kind of prompt was Chen Weiwei who had blacklisted his mobile phone number, but before he got any confirmation, he never wanted to believe that Chen Weiwei would be so ruthless.

The moment Chen Weiwei pulled Jinhong's mobile phone number into the blacklist, the moment her fingers slid on the screen, she wanted to use this way to isolate Jinhong, who wanted to be good to herself, from her increasingly squeezed and deformed love world, like the Ebola virus.

Chen Weiwei did this, not because she hated him or didn't love him, but because she loved him so much that she would rather travel alone on the road of love in the future than let him be hurt.

Chen Weiwei is unwilling, unwilling to go to the end, because she is not brave enough to love as she did at the beginning, and let all his good expectations be disappointed, let him down, make him sad, and afraid that she will see his desperate tears in the last lose-lose love, turning back in the deep eyes.

Chen Weiwei would rather use such silent cruelty to protect Jinhong who wants to pay sincerely.

You must know that love is the purest and most flawless life ideal for all girls, all girls are looking forward to having an honest husband who will never betray and deceive, and can use the happiness and sweetness of love to weave a snow-white and beautiful wedding dress for themselves, all girls are looking forward to being able to be a person who will be good to themselves until they grow old, and look forward to all happiness surrounding themselves.

But who can feel and understand that Chen Weiwei did this completely so that her beloved man would not be harmed, and she would return her tears to her heart drop by drop, with a salty and bitter taste.

She would rather use this way to make a suffocating cocoon, wrap herself in it, and let Jinhong always fantasize in her heart, her face as a butterfly, and she would rather bind herself in this cocoon with heavy thoughts and nostalgia, and finally in a quiet darkness, she will dust herself into a bookmark of the years.

With the help of the owner of the supply store, Chen Weiwei put the purchased items on the cramped back seat of the Ferrari.

After Chen Weiwei said a few words of farewell, she drove away in a hurry.

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