Song Keke felt that her 23rd birthday could be said to be terrible, and she couldn't scold it.

"So that's why you're crazy about drinking here?" The woman with long hair, big wavy hair, and delicate makeup was holding a glass of whiskey and sneering at Song Keke lying on a pile of empty wine bottles.

Song Koko ignored her taunt and rolled over, a crackling sound from the bottle beneath him. She maintained this acrobatic and difficult action, lifted the half bottle of wine in her hand, raised her hand, and poured it.

Zhang Ruonan jumped up in an instant, and couldn't help but scold again and again: "Song Keke! I'm not opposed to your alternative borrowing wine to 'pour' your sorrows! But please can you be more accurate for the old lady! At least don't fall on me! ”

Yes, Song Koko wasn't drinking, she was just pouring wine, pouring the whole room like a pool made of alcohol. And she herself is a half-dead pickled fish soaked in this wine pool.

Zhang Ruonan pulled her skirt that was splashed with wine in disgust, "tsk", and simply sat down on the spot and made wine with her decadent friend.

When Song Keke "poured" another bottle of wine, Zhang Ruonan suddenly laughed and said to her friend with a blank look: "I really should let that scumbag see this scene." ”

"How funny, kick off the poor, homely, dirty girlfriend, and then be with the 'white rich beauty' in his mind. What a perfect plan! Perfect！ ”

Zhang Ruonan picked up an empty wine bottle from the ground with a mocking face, and the price tag on the wine bottle was not removed, and it was clearly marked that this was a bottle of foreign wine of more than 3,000.

And nearly half of the empty bottles in this place are the same wine bottles.

Song Keke lay on the wine bottle with blank eyes, opened another bottle casually, poured most of the bottle at once, with a hint of inexplicable smile, and said in a tone without ups and downs: "So? I still got a 'Perfect' birthday present from him, didn't I? ”

Another bottle of wine was emptied and thrown to the ground.

"Oh, of course. Being told by a garbage writer who is addicted to plagiarism that I plagiarized her essay is another rather surprising gift, isn't it? ”

"Ah, no. In comparison, maybe the first gift surprised me a little more. ”

"After all, happily carrying the cake home, just breaking the boyfriend and his 'true love' at the beginning of a traditional sadistic romance novel, it is really rare in real life."

"In comparison, the odds of winning the lottery and becoming an upstart should be much higher than the odds of this traditional routine."

Zhang Ruonan glanced at her angrily: "Are you going to be paralyzed here all the time mocking?" Koko, when did you become such a person for this kind of object?! ”

Song Keke covered his face and suddenly laughed out loud: "Maybe it's because of disillusionment, so you're angry, right?" It's okay, I'll take it slowly, really. "She seemed to be crying, but she didn't know why she was crying.

Zhang Ruonan pursed his lips and looked at her.

Song Keke put his hand down, his face was still dry, and there was no liquid that could be said to be tears at all.

She suddenly turned over and sat up, looking at Zhang Ruonan expressionlessly. Just when Zhang Ruonan was stared at by her, Song Keke suddenly opened his arms to Zhang Ruonan, his smile disappeared, and he said two words in a very soft voice: "Hug..."

Zhang Ruonan's heart softened for a moment, and he let Song Keke lie on top of him for a long time without speaking. I felt the dampness on my shoulders, and for a moment I hated to kill that scumbag.

But she could only pat Song Koko's shoulder and comfort her silently.

……

The next morning, the sun was shining outside the window.

It was really good weather. Song Keke raised his hand, and his fingers gently pressed his somewhat swollen eyes. Walked lightly to the dresser, looked at the expressionless and haggard face in the mirror, and stiffly hooked the corners of his mouth as usual.

In just one day, she almost forgot how to smile normally. Reaching for a tissue and pulling out a tissue, he got up and went to the bathroom to wash away the dried tears on his face, then returned to the mirror and began to apply his makeup carefully.

Carefully and carefully, just like before falling in love, delicately doing skin care, then delicately drawing makeup, and carefully blowing hair.

An hour later, Song Keke looked at himself in the mirror with some confusion. She already felt a little unfamiliar with herself like this, even if it was only two years apart.

Put on a beautiful but cumbersome dress and ornament that I can't remember to wear for a long time. turned around and saw Zhang Ruonan, who was also carefully dressed, leaning against the door, looking at her with raised eyebrows.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

Clean up last night's mess together, prepare breakfast together, and enjoy their coffee together in the sun by the window...... Then, let's talk and laugh together and go downstairs to throw out the garbage.

It's been a long time since a century, Song Keke thought when he threw the black garbage bag into the blue plastic trash can.

Turning around and seeing her friend waving to her, Song Koko smiled. Forget it, life can't just rely on love, right? She walked quickly to Zhang Ruonan, who was leaning against the wall and waiting for her.

There's something else to do today.

Ten minutes later, the fiery Ferrari burst out of the basement and sped away to the amazed gaze of the crowd.