When the sky is about to dark, the evening breeze is coming. Xie Lan forcibly shoved his injured foot into his worn-out stiletto.

The woman sat at the dinner table, looking indifferently at the high heels on her feet.

She just looked at them in disgust. It seems to have seen their hippie smiles, merciless ridicule.

Xie Lan took them off violently and stacked his stiletto shoes on the floor not far away.

"It's all you, broken shoes, and my feet are full of blisters." The woman couldn't help but scold.

I saw her walking barefoot on the cold floor again, and her originally slender and white feet looked fragile and weak.

Arriving at the shoe closet, the woman bent down with some difficulty. She hunched her back, frantically searching for something.

I don't know how long has passed, and on the snow-white floor lie all kinds of high heels, the tips of which are studded with rhinestones, satin, and bows, no matter how glamorous they once were, but now they are like dying fish that have been beaten on the beach by the waves.

Xie Lan was still unsatisfied, looking for it in the shoe cabinet, and his rough fingers were shuttling back and forth in the shoe cabinet.

In the end, all that was left was the empty shoe cabinet and the mess in the room.

The woman is like a child who has not been able to get her favorite toy, and she has no idea about the image and collapses on the floor.

Rubbing her hair helplessly, no matter how hard Xie Lan searched for it, she could no longer find a pair of sneakers that fit.

She didn't know when she had collected the monsters that filled the shoe cabinets, and they ravaged her feet and scarred them.

Women have always loved them stupidly, completely indifferent to their cold-bloodedness, but indulged in the false beauty they bestowed upon themselves.

Finally, one day, she pedaled on those graceful stiletto heels and crawled the asphalt road.

The woman felt the pain that reached her heart. When I went back to look for it, I couldn't find the comfort and tranquility of my girlhood.

Xie Lan reached for the old shoe cabinet, leaning on the help of the shoe cabinet, trying to stand up little by little.

She moves slowly, and the action of standing up is so simple to stand up that it would take a single mother who has lost a child to take a long time to complete.

The clock on the pale yellow wall looked at the woman with a gloomy expression, perhaps it was also snickering in its heart.

Xie Lan slowly came to her senses, relentlessly, and put on the stiletto heel that she had abandoned aside.

casually took the leather bag on the dining table, "snapped", and walked out of the house again.

The fiery red maple leaves were rolled layer after layer on the Lin Meng path, and the silver-white moonlight floated softly on the woman's pale face through the leaf shadow.

In the blink of an eye, the clock on the dial on his wrist had passed a few squares slowly, and Xie Lan still found nothing.

She wanted to go back the way she came, but Lao He's nonsense was like a hammer, beating on her heart again and again:

"I didn't find him, what did you come back for?

What do you eat? When you are a mother, you can't even look at your children. Yuqun left early, and I was helpless. is such an only grandson, and he is lost, isn't he going to take my old life? "

The woman was terrified, as if she saw Lao He lying on the sofa looking at her angrily, pointing his ugly finger at the woman's nose and scolding.

Xie Lan stumbled, wandering in the streets like a ghost.

The streets are brightly lit and the traffic is endless.

A young couple passed by Xie Lan's side, the boy's thick arms were on the girl's soft shoulders, and the girl's wavy hair looked even more gentle and moving in the evening breeze.

Xie Lan's heart seemed to have fallen to the bottom, and she didn't understand why God was so cruel that he wanted to take Beichen away from him.

The tavern in front of her caught her attention, "Why don't you go in and have a drink?" The woman thought so, and her slender legs involuntarily brought her in.

The raucous atmosphere is aggressive, rock music is exciting, and men and women on the dance floor writhing and jumping wantonly.

The women's faces were colorful and colorful. The man at the bar took the wine glass in his hand and drank it to his heart's content, smiling heartily.

Xie Lan staggered through the crowd and walked to the bar in a somewhat delirious state.

She didn't know how she ended up in this place, she didn't like it at all, but if drinking would make her feel better, she might as well try it.

The silver-haired woman at the bar grinned at her enthusiastically, and the blood-red lipstick rose up with the corners of her mouth, revealing a few small pearly white teeth:

"Miss, what would you like to order?"

"A cocktail, thank you."

"Okay, please wait."

Xie Lan looked at the beautiful girl standing in front of her with tired eyes, she was radiant, and her swan-like slender neck was exposed on the silver bandeau dress inlaid with rhinestones.

The gorgeous skirt set off her concave and convex curves, but it was a pity that some V-shaped faces under the dazzling lights were covered with layers of rouge.

So much so that I couldn't see her true face.

"But that's nothing, everyone who lives in this world would rather show the public with glory. Have you really seen whose face is nicknamed? ”

Xie Lan thought about it like this.

"Come on, accompany the master to drink one more, if you don't get drunk today, you won't return. Beauty, you look so good today. ″

"Beichen, you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk, do you want to drink with the master?"

The noisy shouting attracted the woman's attention, and Xie Lan followed the frolicking voice.

I don't know when I look at it, but I don't know it when I look at it

She saw her precious son, the only grandson of the He family, He Beichen, lying on the bar seat in disheveled clothes, holding a goblet in his right hand, and stroking the girl's bare shoulder with his left hand very rudely.

Xie Lan pinched himself like a madman.

When she saw He Beichen lying there drunk and muddy, talking nonsense from time to time.

Xie Lan felt that her legs were no longer her own, and she didn't have any sense, so she rushed over with an arrow step.

"Miss, what are you doing? Your cocktail. ”

She ignored the silver-haired girl, but like an eagle catching a chicken, she grabbed the unconscious He Beichen, grabbed his white collar, and dragged him up with all her might.

Bei Chen looked at the woman with one eye half-open in a daze, "Who, who, so annoying, disturbing the master to drink." ”

He screamed wantonly, looked at Xie Lan's duck egg face, and smiled facelessly.

"Snap" A heavy slap fell on Beichen's side face, and his face suddenly turned red.

Although the young men and girls on the side didn't know why, they ran away, undoubtedly frightened by Xie Lan's powerful formation.

"Who are you? Such a big dare to beat the master. Beichen howled.

"Who am I? Who do you say I am? He Beichen, you open my eyes for me and take a good look, I'm your mother. ”

Xie Lan was so angry that he almost couldn't fall there.

What she didn't expect was that the corners of Bei Chen's mouth began to turn up, and he hummed dramatically:

"It's funny, you mistook your son! These days, there are people who want to be my mother all over the street, how old are you? ″

The woman dragged He Beichen in the direction of the bathroom.

"Very good, you don't know who I am, let me tell you." As he spoke, Xie Lan opened the halter and pressed He Beichen into the pool. The icy water stimulated He Beichen's scalp, and he jerked his head up and broke free of Xie Lan's hands.

"Why do you care about me? You go away. Beichen didn't stand still, and he was loaded on the floor of the bathroom.

"You're crazy! Look at what you look like now? Surround yourself with people who don't have a lot of social problems.

Are you worthy of us? Are you worthy of those who care about you? Do you know how hard I worked with you?

Look at you, your clothes are all over the wine stains, and you do such rude things. You're still a student, how can you ......?"

Xie Lan cried and shouted.

"Enough, you don't care!" He Beichen gritted his teeth and said.

In the dim light of the bathroom, the mother and son were in such a stalemate.

Slowly, Xie Lan also sobered up a little, she pulled He Beichen tightly and pulled him to the side of the bar.

Gradually, the woman lost her strength and fell asleep on the edge of the bar.

The silver-white moonlight slowly shone onto the floor through the tavern blinds, and the evening breeze was still there. Fanatical men and women did not notice all this.

It was late at night, and there were fewer and fewer people in the tavern.

There were only a few drunkards left in the bar who refused to go home, muttering something incessantly.

Around four o'clock in the morning, the last few drunkards also left.

The silver-haired woman at the bar walked towards the inner room of the bar with a gloomy expression, and she sat down cautiously.

The girl impatiently took off the high heels on her feet with her jade fingers, which were painted with golden nails, and put them away with disgust.

I changed into a pair of women's blue flip-flops and walked in the direction of the bathroom.

She seems to be exquisite, but she has no interest in exquisite imperial makeup water.

Physically and mentally tired, twist the water tap and wash your skin with cold water.

After a long time, I finally washed all the rouge off my face.

After these senseless disguises faded, the dark brown scars on his cheeks were boldly and realistically exposed.

"It's nice". The silverhead looked at herself in the mirror opposite and smiled helplessly.

She dragged her tired body out of the laundry room, and her upper and lower eyelids didn't know how many times she had been in close contact.

The girl walked briskly through the hallway, about to close the door.

Only then did I inadvertently find He Beichen and Xie Lan who were lying on the side of the bar.

"Alas, what's the matter with these two people, why did they fall asleep here." The silverhead secretly complained.

"Hey, sir, wake up, wake up." She gently patted He Beichen's shoulder with her hand.

Seeing that he didn't react, the girl refused to give up, and stepped up her efforts and pushed Beichen.

He Beichen slept very hard, pressing on the ground like a piece of marble, and he couldn't push it no matter how he pushed it.

She walked over again and shook Xie Lan, "Hey, Miss wake up, our tavern is closed." ”

Xie Lan dimly felt that someone was shaking her, "Where am I?" She questioned herself inwardly.

As if remembering something, she opened her eyes with a spirit, "Are you?" ”

Xie Lan looked at the girl blankly.

"I'm the girl at the bar! ″

"Oh, sorry, I didn't recognize it." Xie Lan said with some embarrassment.

"Well, miss, it's time for our tavern to close."

"You see, my son is drunk. It's so late now, and I can't carry him home alone.

Can you leave us and sleep in the bar for a while? We'll go when dawn comes. ″

"Okay then." The silverhead reluctantly agreed.

"Thank you." Xie Lan smiled at her.

"No thanks, good night. The girl didn't seem to have the energy to spit out an extra word. ”