Chapter Twenty-Eight: Disappear
Tong Rui came to her senses after a while, and looked at the woman next to her with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I scolded that person away." β
The woman opposite wiped her tears indiscriminately, and even laughed and stretched out her hand to Tong Rui and said, "Just call me Yang Qin." I really didn't expect that. I wanted to scold him myself, but I couldn't. You've made me feel a lot more angry. β
"Tong Rui. This is my good friend, Manjia. β
"Hello."
"Hello."
"Sit down and wait a minute." Yang Qin sighed, casually combed her somewhat messy hair, laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "I'm sorry for letting you see the joke." β
Tong Rui's eyes darkened and said, "There's nothing to laugh at." It's all the same. Who's laughing at whom. β
Yang Qin's lips moved, there was a touch in his eyes, and he sighed before saying: "I have been with him for more than a year, I have always felt that he is a very attractive man, when I am with him, I feel as if I am riding a roller coaster, I can be happy as high as the clouds, or I can fall into the abyss of the trough in pain." But such ups and downs made me happy, I knew that he was a prodigal son and would not stay by my side, but I still longed for him to come to me every day. Pregnant with his child was an accident. It should be regarded as a disorderly sex after drinking. But I'm really happy. I even think he would have liked it too. I fantasize about having a home with him, even if he doesn't give me a wedding, but let me be his wife. I knew he wasn't married, so I thought I had hope. However, it was only today that I found out that it was all fake. β
"We're all women who love to dream too much." Tong Rui said seriously: "In the future, we must live tenaciously, without them, we can live well, or even more exciting." β
Yang Qin's eyes flickered, and he nodded with a smile: "You're right." β
"Boy No. 12."
"I'm going in." Tong Rui stood up, the smile on the corner of her mouth was very bright, but Man Jia looked at her smile, and suddenly her nose was sore, and tears welled up.
"Silly Manjia, what are you crying about, it's like parting with life and death." Tong Rui pretended to smile lightly, and then said, "After I come out, I will be my original self and start again." β
Man Jia raised his arm, gave Tong Rui a big hug, patted her on the back and said, "We are all waiting for you outside." A new life awaits you. β
"Okay." Tong Rui said softly.
Yang Qin finished registering, sat next to Man Jia and waited, his fists clenched tightly.
"You say, in this world, is there really no true lover?" Yang Qin suddenly said with a trembling voice: "You say, when they bring us joy, are they sincere or false?" β
Man Jia looked at Yang Qin's face, this is really a very beautiful woman. It should be the most appropriate to describe it with two words, but the pain in her eyes is so obvious that Man Jia can hardly look at it directly.
"Actually, it doesn't matter anymore. The important thing is that you find out that for them, we are just passers-by. On the other hand, for us, they are just passers-by. That's all. Man Jia said lightly.
"Are you just a passerbyβ’β’β’β’β’β’
That afternoon, Man Jia always remembered the three of them, crying and laughing in the garden in the middle of the street, like crazy people. They are no longer young, they are no longer children in their early twenties, they have encountered too many things, they have experienced too much bitterness. Seeing Tong Rui and Yang Qin's somewhat pale faces, Man Jia knew what kind of heartache it was. Both physical and psychological. They all have wounds, and they have to wait for time to heal.
When he returned to his community at night, Man Jia raised his head and looked at the window of his house, in fact, compared to Tong Rui and Yang Qin, he was actually very happy. Since they are husband and wife, how can there be an overnight feud, maybe today I can say something good, let this dissatisfaction disappear.