The storm has passed, the rain is still ongoing, I stopped a taxi back to the dormitory, just a few back and forth, the taxi fare has made my wallet a lot thinner. Seeing that I came back soaking wet, Zhang Bo, who was sitting on the bed, stood up suddenly, he frowned, and asked me what happened while helping me hold the towel. "The relationship between you and Eun Jing Nuna has just been exposed on the Internet." "I know." I waved my hand at Zhang Bo, who was still about to say something, and I pulled a bench and sat down, and water began to flow down the foot of the bench to the floor.

"What can I do if I am exposed? Now there is nothing else to do but bear it. Seeing that I was lifeless when I spoke, Zhang Bo's brows furrowed deeper and deeper: "Enjing is angry, what's going on over there." "Hey (that's enough)." The hanging head waved to the floor: "Don't mention it again, let me be alone for a while, you can go back first." "Zhang Bo, who had been waiting in the dormitory for a long time, saw that my condition was very bad, and he wanted to stay, but he couldn't do it because of my words. He stood up and pointed in the direction of the bathroom: "Go take a hot shower, I'll go first, call me if anything." Then he walked out of the room, and the air in the room began to die, and the dust in the room began to come back to life.

On the 25th of January, a heavy rain turned the whole city upside down, and no one could give me a hug.

Five hours after Zhang Bo left, it was so dark that I couldn't see the faces of passers-by, and the puddle of water under the chair I was sitting on had extended to the vicinity of the bed. Five hours. I sat in my chair, motionless and thoughtless. It's no different from a dead man. It's 7:52 p.m., and the scandal is ............ I don't remember. I sneezed after a long time. He rubbed his lead head and stood up from his chair. I didn't turn on the light, and by the light light of the neon sign outside the window, I went into the bathroom in the dark and took a shower, and came out of the shower, boiled a bowl of ginger soup, took a cold medicine, and got into the bed.

There was a lot of life, and the day with a lot of information was over. On this day my city collapsed. When I wake up tomorrow, I will be faced with a puddle of ruins that belong to me.

Whether love is broad or narrow, it doesn't cost anything

There is no need to be afraid

If you have a dream, you will have one more dream

Until he died, he didn't feel any pain

I was wandering in a deep sleep in the gray quilt, and I was awakened by the vibration and music in my ears, which was a piece of Guorong's "Dream Life and Drunk Death".

Hammered a somewhat heavy head. I rubbed my eyes and took the phone. "Aren't you in the dorm now?" It was Kang Seok-joon's voice. "Yes." Replying in a broken voice, I slowly pulled open the quilt and put on my slippers.

"You didn't hear the knock?" He struggled to his feet and did not answer his question. I walked up to the door and opened it for him. Jiang Xijun, who was carrying breakfast, walked in the door: "Have you relaxed a little?" "After I hung up the phone yesterday, Jiang Xijun didn't call again, thinking that he was taking care of my love, and today he simply came over by himself.

Continue to keep silent. I went straight to the kitchen and poured a glass of water to drink. Jiang Xijun put breakfast on the table by himself, pulled over the bench and sat down. "Cui Junying used his relationship to make three scandals this time. The remnants of his forces have all surfaced, and I already have someone to do it......" Jiang Xijun, who took a sip of hot cocoa, stretched out three fingers.

"Give me three days. I let them all out. After drinking the water, I sat down across from Jiang Xijun and ignored his words.

After opening the seal on the breakfast he brought and handing a soup spoon to Jiang Xijun, I lowered my head and ate it. Jiang Xijun took the soup spoon and sighed. At this time, he did not have the slightest appetite and put the spoon back on the table. "I have a very good family in the UK, you and Yin Enjing can travel together for a while, he will be responsible for receiving you, and you can have fun."

When I heard this, I paused and shook my head. Seeing this, Jiang Xijun wiped his forehead a little helplessly: "This matter is completely because of me, but now you need to bear the consequences, even if you are not my relatives, I can't sit idly by." "Kang Seok-joon." Looking up, my gaze hardened as I called out his full name for the first time.

"I haven't blamed anyone for this, if you are born, you have to bear it. I'll admit that I did lose a lot of things after meeting you, but at the same time I gained a lot because of you. So, between us, no one owes anyone............ Now, there is only one best way to solve this scandal, and that is to wait, and that is time. Let me be alone for a while, and when the dust settles, I will go to your company. ”

After carefully digesting what I said, Jiang Xijun stroked the ring on his finger, got up, and pressed my shoulder: "Since you said so, then I will wait for you, and I will start preparing at the company." ”

Jiang Xijun left, I cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and walked to the window, the rain had stopped, and the clouds were still there. Those days with Yin Eunjing inexorably appeared in my mind: the first meeting in the library, the second meeting because of the substitute driver, and then the abrupt and bright poetic confession. These images are strung together in a line, tightly wrapped around the wrist, like a red thread. Thinking of this, I raised my arm, and there was indeed a bracelet on my wrist, but this bracelet was given to me by Zheng Xiujing. My head started hurting again, and I knew I couldn't make a choice.

After breakfast, I took the mobile phone in the palm of my hand for a long time, at this moment, I really wanted to press the virtual keyboard, control a ray of radio waves, and go to find my share of the connection twelve kilometers away, but unfortunately in the end I still didn't dial Yin Enjing's phone number, because I knew that she was destined not to answer, because she said to let me back a little. I let out a long breath of turbid air, my throat was sore, it seemed that yesterday's cold pill had no effect, and after a shiver from the depths of my soul, I silently took out the stack of dusty A4 paper, and my "dream" was on it, oh no. It's my "debt" on it.

The symptoms of the cold continued to spread throughout the body, and the throat burned unbearably. The cough followed, and it was as if there was an Ares in his mind. It's a lot of trouble, but I don't bother to care about it anymore. Ostensibly, from breakfast to four o'clock in the afternoon, I threw myself into an endless study for eight full hours, with a calm face. But in fact, in these eight hours, there was not a moment when I was not in torment. No matter how painful the wound is, it can't compare to the pain of the soul wound.

Continuing to endure the negative feelings that squeezed from all sides, I forced myself to continue to look at the book in front of me, "Sense and Acuity: A Study in Film and Television Theory".

At eight o'clock in the evening, it was fiercely dark. My stomach began to twitch violently, I rubbed my already blurred eyes, got up, coughed, grabbed my wallet, coughed, put on my shoes.

Standing in the doorway, I heard the late autumn wind blowing outside, so I raised my hand. I was about to grab the warm black trench coat on the hanger next to me, but before I could touch the soft fluff, I retracted my hand. Open the door and go straight out. I don't know if the lights in the corridor were broken because of yesterday's wind and rain, and two of them were broken, so I could stomp my feet. It also refuses to light up. So I had to hold on to the wall and go downstairs in the dark. Walked downstairs and patted the wall ash on his hand.

A gust of wind turns into a boxer. I didn't shout to start and hit me directly, after being hit by the wind, I shuddered, I tightened my clothes, hugged my hands, bent my waist, and walked towards K5 that stopped not far away. The white K5 came into view of me in the light of a residential area, and I took two steps towards it, then stopped and put my car keys back in my pocket. Then I turned around and walked out of the gate of the dormitory area, walking down the street that had become cold due to the weather, my head hanging and my steps non-stopping.

The nearest community hospital is about two kilometers away, and I still chose to walk not because of anything else, but because the right front tire of the K5 behind me was completely deflated, and three steel nails were being inserted into it. Earlier, when I buried myself in a book in the dormitory, I vaguely heard the alarm beep of K5, but I ignored it. I just didn't expect that as soon as the wind and rain stopped, Zheng Xiujing's die-hard fans couldn't wait to start the action.

After wandering the streets for a while, I found the community hospital, which was small and had few doctors, but fortunately there were not many patients. A silver-glowing needle quickly came to me, and the nurse pressed the needle into my vein with rough movements, and I didn't frown, wisps of cold liquid were slowly flowing into my body. Leaning back in the chair and closing my eyes, the reason why I chose to take the injection instead of taking the medicine is that there are still many things waiting for me to fight, and I can't be knocked down in advance.

Forty minutes later, I walked out of the community hospital and found a random restaurant to eat, at the next table was a young couple, from the moment they saw me enter the door, they whispered without stopping, and occasionally the expected ugly words entered my ears, I licked my lips and ate my own food intently. After dinner at nine o'clock, I started walking to my dormitory, passing a convenience store, and went in to get a box of cigarettes and a lighter. settled the account at the counter, took out his mobile phone and called Jiang Xijun, asking him to find someone to drag K5 away tomorrow, otherwise it is destined to have a few more scars on its body in two days.

Coming out of the convenience store, the wind still didn't stop, and it was very sharp and fierce, as if it wanted to help me shave my beard, but unfortunately the time was not as good as it wanted. Holding back the wind with his hand, he lit a cigarette with difficulty, and the flame drifted. At this time, all those self-promises that used to be made have become bullshit, saying that "alcohol can be drunk, but cigarettes must not be smoked." But in fact, there are no absolutes in the world. To live is to constantly overturn what you say, to give yourself one slap after another, a resounding slap. The cigarette on his finger has become a puddle of light at this moment.

Enter the dormitory, go upstairs, and stand at the door. A large cross was made of red paint pen on the alloy door, and three broken, smelly eggs were dripping on the door. It took three seconds to blink his eyes, and there was no trace of anger in his chest, and about 0.2 cubic meters of his chest cavity was filled with only one kind of emotion, and the name of this emotion was worry. The fans who came to me to spread wild have already done this, so what about Yin Enjing's side? I didn't dare to think about it, the cigarette in my mouth began to tremble, I took out my phone from my pocket in a little panic, and stood at the door, ready to dial the number, but I fell into a daze. (To be continued!)

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