"I can't give you the happiness I want, so I chose to quit, because I love you, so let you, choose a better belonging, please and say I'm too cruel, who can be willing to admit defeat and throw their love elsewhere, who can experience this heart-wrenching pain."

When I was halfway through singing, hot tears had invaded my face, my heart was hurting fiercely, Manqing's departure made me really uncomfortable, at this moment my heart was trembling, the blood was speeding up, and the numbness in my fingertips made me unable to extricate myself from sinking, when singing, my mind was full of Manqing's departing figure, saying that the ring was cheap The scene of the heart-splitting.

Perhaps everyone else is also infected by the so-called sadness, and the whole huge box is only my singing, and there is a sad atmosphere, listening to me, a person with a story, singing songs with a story.

"If the road of love can be paved again, I won't let you cry again, now there is a pig left who is useless to the point of unforgivable, and lost his happiness, when love reached the end, I chose to quit, and now I look at the confusion of this love, if God can give the opportunity to pay again, I am willing to give up a qiē and bet on all the bets"

I feel that my voice has been hoarse, I love this hoarseness, and hate such an atmosphere, once upon a time whenever I fell out of love, I would be alone in a private room, lonely and sad singing, let the love song release my pain, and then I was drunk and wanted to forget the pain that happened.

After singing, my voice was hoarse, but my cracked heart was still so painful, and I was a crying pig, a pig who lost happiness, and a vow to lose it with three years of love and happiness, and became a cloud of the past

The first song was finished, but I didn't stop, picked up a bottle of beer, I drank it fiercely, I would blush when I drank, at this time, who can remember this, I just hope to be able to get drunk, and then I can forget jì, forget jì that crying, laughing, annoyed, calm face of the city.

Bottles of unpalatable beer, a song keeps circulating, and the heart continues to ache, maybe the people in the K song next door think I'm a psychopath, singing a song endlessly, and howling so badly, even if the sound insulation is good, the box is open and the door is in vain.

Luo Meng went out halfway, maybe he couldn't stand me being crazy, but what made me feel strange was that Liu Qilei didn't leave, but these are not things I can control, so I should think about it, because my head has gradually become cloudy.

Finally, I don't know how many times I sang this song "The Pig Who Lost Happiness", someone came to the door.

"Hey, are you crazy? What about howling to death? Leaving the door open and howling to death in exchange for not letting others sing well. ”

I faintly heard someone standing at the door scolding me, I didn't pay attention to it, but turned to Liu Qilei, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa, and said nonsense: "Miss Tiehua, the child helps me take a look, don't let him run around, I went to the toilet first and vomited for a while, and cried for a while by the way."

Liu Qilei didn't speak, just looked at me with a look that I couldn't understand, maybe she was glaring at me fiercely, or she thought I was a pervert, a dirty guy, I was dizzy and couldn't see clearly.

Putting down the beer bottle, putting down the microphone that was spread by sweat, I turned around and walked to the door of the box, and saw a very familiar but strange beautiful woman, staring at me fiercely, blocking my way.

"Miss, let Jean, I'm going out."

I walked with a messy stride, my mind confused.

"It's you neurotic again, I can see you everywhere, it's really ghostly, are you stalking me, stalker."

Not only did the woman not give way to me, but she also insulted me with a cold face.

"Do I know you? Neurotic, get out of the way. ”

I staggered and pushed the woman away, and continued to walk in the bright corridor with messy steps, the so-called brightness reflected the darkness in my heart, and the heaviness of the night had permeated the world of drunken riddles, but the men and women who liked to be drunk and dreamed of death did not pay any attention to it, because in such a night, in such a place, there was only a poisonous drink and its roaring singing, and finally turned my heart into a cemetery that no one cleaned, and the dirty body was in the coming and going.

I ignored the angry scolding of the woman who was pushed away from behind and staggered into the bathroom, but as soon as I walked into the so-called bathroom, I heard a heart-rending roar.

Hooligans, perverted words instantly spread in the bathroom, looking at the woman who passed by me, feeling the burning sensation from each slap, my head finally cleared up.

I think I went to the wrong bathroom, walked to the women's bathroom, I don't know how many slaps I was given, touched my already red and swollen cheeks and turned around and walked out of the bathroom, like a wandering dog.

But as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, I felt like I had bumped into someone, and after an exclamation, I looked closely, and I saw a woman I didn't want to see.

I saw a fairy tale woman staring at me with a perverted gaze, and her indifferent face was full of indignation.

"You're such a pervert, not just a stalker but also a voyeur, how can there be a person like you in the world, scum."

The fairy tale woman's reddish lips opened, and she said angrily, and she looked a little ashamed.

I want to explain the positioning of the fairy tale woman, but when the words come to my lips, I think why should I explain to her, we are just strangers, she can think whatever she wants, right? We are destined to have no intersection, and there is no need to clarify the misunderstanding, plus I am not in the mood, except that pain is pain, and I have no strength to explain anything?

Stalker, voyeurism, plus Liu Qilei's perverted mania, hehe, I have gained a lot today.

While I thought to myself, I shook my head and smiled bitterly, bypassing the fairy tale woman wolf bèi left, and after I walked a few steps, I vaguely heard the fairy tale woman scolding me for being perverted again, I smiled helplessly, touched my burning cheek, maybe this is the evidence of my voyeurism

I need to vomit, vomit and drink the wine that hurts my stomach, vomit the pain in my heart, vomit the courage to leave, vomit and vomit, even if it is uncomfortable, even if it will collapse

I feel like a dog at this time, curled up in the night full of yuwang erosion, the cold ground stepped on by countless noble heels, there is nothing in front of me, only cold, only filthy and disgusting excrement, I have always been optimistic, at this time I can't find the direction to go, I can't find the way to the light, I sink, I fall, I want to just huddle cowardly on this noble ground, disappear forever

"Man Qing, did you regret it when you married me? Why? Why? Because I don't have no money? Because I can't give you the life you want? But can these really compare to love? I don't understand, I don't understand"

I crawled on the ground and choked up, snot and tears have blended, people say that borrowing wine can eliminate sorrow, but in my opinion, I can only use wine to eliminate sorrow and sorrow, my love is more fragile because of the stimulation of alcohol, and I am more reluctant to lose love and marriage

I don't know how long I cried on the ground, accompanied by a slightly clear sound of high heels ringing around me, and I felt someone coming, but I didn't raise my head, because I didn't have the strength, the power of curiosity.

"Hey, are you dead? Perverted, perverted. ”

The slightly cold voice soon sounded with the abrupt clatter of high heels, and I knew whose voice it was, who came to me, I felt a little helpless in my heart, such a embarrassing posture, such a embarrassing picture was seen by her like this

"If you come to see my jokes, just watch it, anyway, I'm used to such wolf bèi and slander."

I used all my strength to get up, supported the ground with my hands, and said bitterly.

"So you're not dead, unproductive fellow." ――

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