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On this day, I got up early in the morning, picked and picked from the wardrobe, and finally picked out a light white 'colored' cotton skirt, which was not hot to wear, the fabric was comfortable, and it didn't look abrupt with flat shoes. ΡΡΡ. (vii) (ix) x.S. ΡΠΎΠΌ
The update is so fast.
When Zhang Minglang came back from buying gifts, he saw my bear-like appearance, and said directly: "From a distance, it looks like a snowball rolling around." β
For such a person who doesn't know how to chat, I'm also drunk. So I gave him a blank look and told him not to hit me with a mess.
The place where the birthday party was held was still a mansion on the side of the Rose Coast, and when we arrived, it was already full of people.
Zhang Minglang was afraid that I would be touched by others, so he led me through the corridor, pushed open a 'door' at random, pulled me in, and then naturally let me follow him into the soft sofa, and then he picked up the remote control and pressed a switch.
It wasn't in my own home, where could I be at ease, fidgeting for a while, and finally asked him, "We're here, okay?" β
Zhang Minglang spread his hands indifferently and said: "What's wrong, let's go out later, when the banquet is almost over, let's go out again, and go home after eating, I don't want to use the hard-won rest time to entertain them, instead of accompanying you." β
I sighed, and I still like to watch TV, so I didn't say anything, and my eyes didn't move when I stared at TV.
I don't know how long it took, Zhang Minglang rang, he picked it up and said twice, and then he didn't know what the other party said, he said, "Okay, wait." β
After hanging up the phone, he told me that his father was waiting for him in the study and that there was something wrong.
I'll let him go first.
After he left, I went to close the 'door' and continued to watch TV.
During the advertisement, I had the spare energy to look at the decoration of this room, and it looked 'very' good, very elegant, but those furnishings looked 'very' expensive, and I secretly complained that the life of the local tyrant was really good, and there was a lot of everything.
Just as he was complaining, someone pushed the 'door' and came in.
I thought it was Zhang Minglang, but I looked back and found that it was Liu Tingting, who had not been seen for several months.
Her belly was bulging like mine, and she was wearing a white 'colored' skirt of the same style, and as soon as she saw my face turn around, she came over and sat down next to me familiarly, and in the interval between the sounds of the TV, it seemed that she wanted to find me to have a homely affair, and she said: "Sansan, I still think that if you don't come today, I will go to your house to see you." β
Since the last time she hinted that she knew my secret, we didn't even have a phone message in private, QQ didn't talk, and even whatever she sent in QQ space, I wouldn't give a warm response like before.
And the difference from before is that no matter what she posted before, there was definitely no one else leaving a message except me, but now she is posting expensive bags, I am not leaving a message, but there are a bunch of unfamiliar screen names below saying that she has a vision or something.
In fact, the distance has already been pulled away.
Even if I don't want to admit it, this girl who has lived with me for a few years in an urban village, who has eaten Malatang with me for a few years, and who has to bargain and bargain again and again when I buy land stalls in the night market, is in the drag of life, in an elegant posture, away and farther and farther away from me, so far that I am powerless, and then adhere to this so-called friendship that was cultivated in tribulation and lost in 'temptation' and 'confusion'.
However, even if she is no longer a friend who can 'make' her heart, she is not an enemy who needs to be cross-browed, so I smiled faintly and said, "Am I not here?" β
At this time, Liu Tingting suddenly reached over and grabbed my arm as before, stood up while holding it and said: "Sansan, don't worry about watching TV, I'll take you to my bedroom to see, on the third floor, open the curtains to see the sea view, go and see, make sure it looks good." β
I wasn't used to being held by her like this before, so I pretended to be uncomfortable with my arm, slowly broke free of her, and said, "I still think it's better to stay here and watch TV." β
Liu Tingting's expression suddenly changed from a sunny day to a bleak 'cloudy' day, she was silent for a while, and finally seemed to be sincere and said: "Chen Sansan, is our three-year friendship fragile like this?" It's been less than half a year, can't we even get along well? β
I'm also gloomy.
When I broke up with Zhang Minglang just now, I was injured and had no money, so I moved to Caopu like I fled from Bao'an, lived in a small hotel for 20 yuan, and looked for a house everywhere during the day.
At that time, it was the middle of the year, and there were always very few people who quit the rent, and the vacant houses were too expensive, so I really couldn't do it, and I almost shared a house with a family of three people in impulse.
But when I was about to 'pay' the money, I always felt that the man in his 40s looked at me strangely, and I saw the 'hair' in my heart, and finally turned back, and was scolded to death.
So, two poor ghosts who were anxious to find a house formed a temporary alliance and shared a one-bedroom apartment.
Our friendship is really a process from the very beginning of the run-in to the end of the kind of good sisters.
The saddest three years, because of her company, I didn't feel that my youth 'spring' was as bleak as mud in a quagmire, and I couldn't pull it up.
And today, we are unknowingly deviating from what we originally had.
If you say it's not sentimental, it's definitely fake.
Because of these sadness, my heart suddenly softened, but I still didn't think about going upstairs with her to see the sea view or anything, but said in a soft voice: "It's okay." β
And I, too, paid the price because of my sudden soft-heartedness.
Because what happened next almost didn't happen to me.
Liu Tingting saw that my attitude had softened, so she reached out to pull me again, saying that on the third floor, she still kept a bunch of photos we had taken before, she downloaded it from the space, took it out and washed it out, and posted it all over the wall.
Or I'm still naΓ―ve, I still think of the old love, and I'm even softer like this, so I was dragged to the third floor by her.
At the entrance of the staircase, on the other side of the hall, when I walked out side by side with Liu Tingting, Huang Simin, who had not seen me for a long time, nodded at me, I responded in time, and was dragged away by Liu Tingting.
Sure enough, Liu Tingting's bedroom was really as she said, posting a bunch of photos of us, and even one of them was a bonus of 100 yuan that I sent at that time, inviting her to eat barbecue 'chicken' and 'legs', and the two of them ate selfies with their mouths pasted together, which made me feel warmer and thought that our friendship had also warmed up.
But here's the cruelty of reality, it first rewards you with a candy, first shows you a momentary smile, first lets you relax your guard, and then mercilessly beats you into the bottomless abyss.
When I went downstairs, I was still unconscious, walking with Liu Tingting one after the other, and from time to time he smiled and responded to her reminiscing about the good times we used to.
But suddenly, she said coldly: "Pay attention to safety!" Don't jump, you're a pregnant woman! β
Before I could react, I was already in the midst of her screams, and she pushed me forward, and then rolled down the stairs at an uncontrollable speed.
I couldn't care about anything in the rolling, I subconsciously stretched out my hand to protect my stomach, and even wanted to stretch out my foot to hook something to stop, but I couldn't stop at all.
In the end, I crashed into the smooth guardrails, and the huge impact stopped me from rolling, but the white 'colored' skirt I wore when I went out in the morning was suddenly rendered into a bright red red, which was frighteningly red, but in my eyes it was a white of 'flowers' and 'flowers'.
The pain came up quickly, layer by layer, like the oleander blooming in the 'spring' day, 'glamorous', but it seemed to be a poisonous 'medicine', which made me open my mouth, but I didn't even have the strength to call for help.
In the 'confused' consciousness, I saw Liu Tingting, who pushed me, hurriedly ran to my side, and kept saying in my mouth: "Come on, Sansan fell downstairs, come on." β
She can almost win the best 'actress', and there is a trembling cry in her voice.
I wanted to raise my hand and slap her, but my arm didn't even have the strength to lift it.
In a trance, I saw Zhang Minglang running with me in tears, I thought he was going to run to Mars with me, I don't want to stay on this earth anymore, I don't want to stay on this earth anymore, I don't want to stay on this earth where people's hearts are full of sinister, I feel that I am almost, I feel that my heart hurts more than my body.
But I still woke up when I should have woken up.
The first thing I did when I opened my eyes, I wasn't in the mood to care that I was there, I subconsciously 'touched' my belly.
The place that once stood out, the place that was once round and full, the place that once gave birth to two lives, when I woke up from a nightmare, flattened dryly, as if it had never puffed up.
I used to be very unaccustomed to their existence, I used to feel that my belly was tight and uncomfortable, I used to be afraid that I would be as fat as a balloon, when would I end all this pregnancy, I could boldly eat watermelon, eat ice cream, eat 'chicken' and 'legs', but now, after not feeling their existence, my whole heart is empty, like I have encountered a thief, and all of them have been hollowed out.
I covered my face, I was afraid that I would cry.
But I still cried, and I cried under the indifferent gaze of the nurse who measured my body.
At this time, the 'door' was pushed open, and Zhang Minglang, who was carrying a thermos flask, ran straight over, threw things on the table, rushed over and hugged me, pressed his head in front of my 'chest', and kept saying: "Chen Sansan, don't cry, can't cry, we are still young, when you take care of your body, we will still have our children." β
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