When I miss someone, it's like holding a sharp knife in my own hand and stabbing my heart. Ou Jingbo, who couldn't bear it, blushed and rushed out the door, the street was full of traffic, and no one noticed this sad person.

The cool breeze was blowing, Ou Jingbo didn't care, because he couldn't drive after drinking, so he walked in the direction of his house on foot, and some employees in Ou Jingbo's company came out to chase, but they didn't find Ou Jingbo for a while, and they looked around, but to no avail.

"Forget it, Mr. Ou may have gone somewhere else to sober up, so let him go." The employees gave up looking for Ou Jingbo and continued to drink and eat in the restaurant. They knew that Mr. Ou was in a bad mood today, so it was okay for him to be quiet.

Ou Jingbo walked down the street like this, drowning in the crowd, and before he knew it, two lines of hot tears crossed his cheeks. Now, Ou Jingbo's heart is extremely empty, Wen Ruoli did not agree to his proposal, but Ou Jingbo did not have half a sense of blame for Wen Ruoli in his heart.

"It must be that I didn't do well enough, so Wen Ruoli refused to entrust himself to me." Ou Jingbo muttered to himself in a trembling voice. Suddenly, Ou Jingbo's eyes lit up, and he saw a group of people surrounding him not far from him.

"It's so late, these people don't go home to rest, what are they doing here?"

Ou Jingbo was very puzzled, staggered forward, although now he has been tortured by the strong alcohol and dizzy, but he still doesn't want to go home, he knows that if there is no Wen Ruoli by his side, this home will always be cold and cold.

Walking through the crowd around him, Ou Jingbo saw an old man with wrinkles.

The old man, with gray hair and reading glasses, was sitting on a stone staircase, holding a piece of elastic mud in his hand.

Then, after a few minutes, this very ordinary mud turned into a different pattern in the old man's hand as if it had been enchanted, and the old man was kneading the clay figures around him, and the clay figures were lifelike and very beautiful.

Everyone present was stunned and admired this old man very much.

The old man was very kind, and talked and laughed with the people present.

"It's a craft I learned when I was younger, and I haven't forgotten it to this day, and it's because of this craft that my life is so fun." The old man told the story of his youth as he spoke.

Ou Jingbo listened carefully, probably listening too much, so that Ou Jingbo temporarily forgot about his current troubles.

In the process of the old man's talking, Ou Jingbo heard that when the old man was young, he also fell in love with a beautiful girl, and the two of them were in love, but by mistake, the two of them were not together in the end.

At that time, there were no cameras, and there were no tools to record life, only the old man's vague memory of the girl.

"So, one day I made a statue of her with mud, at first, I didn't pinch it well, but I kept revising it, I didn't forget her smile, so in the end, I pinched a beautiful her, collected it, and when I think about her, I take it out and look at it."

As he spoke, the old man's eyes moistened, and everyone was very interested in what the old man said.

"So, where has that girl gone now?"

The corners of the old man's mouth were raised, and he smiled slightly: "She later became my wife, and we got together again after three years, I sometimes like to wonder, is this clay figure giving me strength, so, you have always hoped that your love is happy, and your marriage is happy, so come to me to pinch the clay figure." ”

All of them had smiles on their faces.

Although Ou Jingbo was a little drunk, he was also extremely interested in this clay figure, and he also wanted the old man to pinch a clay figure for himself.

"In fact, we sometimes think about the love in the world is too complicated, if we really love that person, why care about the result, continue to stick to their own heart, if we don't care about that person, we will give up decisively, don't add trouble to ourselves."

The old man said earnestly that most of the people around him were young people, and they were all people who longed for love.

Ou Jingbo took a few more steps forward, squatted down, and looked at the old man.

"Old man, I'll give you a photo in a while, you can follow the look in the photo, pinch me a clay figure, and I'll pay you how much money."

Ou Jingbo smiled, but tears kept rolling in his eyes.

After waiting for a while, the clay figure was pinched, and the old man put the clay figure that looked similar to Wen Ruoli into a delicate box. ”

Ou Jingbo felt very relaxed at this time, but perhaps because of drunkenness, Ou Jingbo's head was also aching faintly at this time.

Recently, the business of the European group has been booming, and Ou Jingbo knows that this is inseparable from Wen Ruoli's help, but now, the relationship between him and Wen Ruoli has been in an unstable state, and Ou Jingbo does not know how this will affect his company.

However, even if the company does not have so much income in the future, so what, Ou Jingbo has always been thinking about Wen Ruoli in his heart, hoping to see her, and he has a fear of seeing her.

"Oh my God, I'm really crazy." Ou Jingbo sighed.

He continued to stagger forward, and at that moment, he faintly heard a long car honking behind him.

Ou Jingbo looked back, only to see that the car drove in front of Ou Jingbo again, blocking Ou Jingbo's way.

Ou Jingbo stood in place, at a loss, and didn't know why the car suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

At this moment, a woman stepped out of the car, she was wearing a tracksuit, and her waistline could be faintly seen when the loose tracksuit was blown by the wind.

"Let's go, get in the car."

The woman said to Ou Jingbo in a commanding tone. After Ou Jingbo heard this, he was still at a loss.

Gradually, he could see clearly that this woman's figure was Wen Ruoli.

"Wen Ruoli? Why are you here? ”

Ou Jingbo couldn't believe his eyes, he subconsciously took a few steps back, and smiled awkwardly: "Why did you come to see me?" ”

Wen Ruoli's face was expressionless, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the beads of sweat were reflected by the lights here, it seemed that Wen Ruoli was also a little nervous at this time.

"It's nothing, my stuff fell to you." Wen Ruoli's eyes began to wander.

Ou Jingbo was a little disappointed when he heard this.