I was completely emotionally out of control, and felt compelled to ask again and again if I had misheard. However, when the words came to his lips, he still didn't ask again. The name Song Zitian, from that moment on, has become a curse in my life, the kind of condemnation imprisoned on my conscience, far higher than Kan Tao brought me, about the human test of others.

At that time, I had a feeling of wanting to jump out of the car. I didn't expect that after such a long time, God still favors me so much, this plot after plot, none of them are comedies, all of them end in tragedy. Perhaps, in his eyes, I am a heroine who is more suitable for playing tragedy.

I leaned back in my chair and sat in the car with Uncle Elm, both of us staring blankly ahead. I don't know what he's thinking, but I'm really messed up. Suddenly, I also understood why Jiang Shanshan's words were so unbelievable, it turned out that she was not scaring me, this woman, what she said was true.

There are many mistakes in this world that have occurred and cannot be remedied. It's not like you're getting it wrong and can erase it with an eraser. It is more like the age that a person has walked, the road he has walked, any time period in the future, it is already in the past tense. Although it is not worth mentioning again, if someone turns it out and makes an article, it can make a whole book.

It's like that, in life.

I seem to be speechless and powerless to struggle, except for thanking God for giving me so many imperfect plots. At that moment, I was melancholy, not the fact that Uncle Elm, who was doting on me, was about to disappear from my life, but the embarrassment that I was drenched in dog blood and couldn't wash away.

With my eyes closed, I could tell what was going to happen next. In fact, for Jiang Shanshan, she doesn't have the right to criticize me, it's just that in this game related to love, my identity is too special, and Uncle Yumu, who is sitting next to me, is even more special. Two colorful characters are put together, and that is the basic script of a bloody plot.

It seems that the good things people do will never be remembered so clearly, but the bad things are difficult to hide. This may not be that paper can't contain fire, but that the so-called Heavenly Dao has reincarnation, especially this kind of moral and ethical loss.

In Song Zitian's eyes, I, Cao Muxi, am already a bad woman with no bottom line in character and morality, and I have reached the point of hopelessness. I know that in addition to his anger, he must be very sad, because the me he once loved is no longer the simple bright girl with white skin and big eyes in the school, she has become flashy and pompous, and she has become unrecognizable.

For the two days after I went back, Uncle Yumu and I basically sat quietly, and I kept fantasizing about whether Song Zitian would push open my door in the next second, and then see me with his father, pulling my hair and slapping me? No, Song Zitian won't hit me. I thought about a myriad of possibilities. In fact, the left is just the background of some movies.

On the fifth day, Song Zitian really came. I was in the bathroom when I knocked on the door, and it was Uncle Elm who opened the door.

I wiped my hands as I walked out and asked, "Who?" Why is there no movement? ”

Then, the time was set.

There were three people outside the door, Song Zitian, Song Zitian's mother, and Jiang Shanshan. Later, I learned that Jiang Shanshan appeared because she found someone to follow me, so she was able to know my address and bring two other people over.

The woman standing behind Song Zitian hadn't seen her for a few years, and she was a little older than the one I saw when I kicked the car when I was in school. She looked at me with mixed eyes.

"Go in! Isn't this just the same as following up on your own home? What are you doing in a daze? One for your dad, one for your ex-girlfriend. Come on, I'll go first. Jiang Shanshan said, raised her legs and stepped in. There was nothing wrong with her words, but they did sound too harsh.

I saw Song Zitian hesitate for a moment before slowly entering the house. He kept staring at me, and his eyes were red, but he didn't cry.

"Yo! Gee! And voila! Song Zitian, look at it, your dad is quite willing to spend money on your ex-girlfriend! Look at this renovation! Eh, your house for so many years is big, but the sofa or something should be replaced! Tell your dad to change the set too! Jiang Shanshan said instigatingly. However, the atmosphere in the room was really awkward, and no one accosted him.

Jiang Shanshan entered the locker room again, and suddenly let out an exclamation: "I'll go!" Several limited editions! As he spoke, he also took out two bags and trotted out of the locker room with them in his hands, and stood directly in front of the original partner: "Auntie! Didn't your uncle buy it for you? You don't even know each other! Anyway, these two brands are what our young people like, tsk! ”

After speaking, he looked back at me: "Cao Muxi, you are hiding deep enough!" You said that when you were in school, ah, a small backpack on your back and sneakers on your back, that's called a pure ~ I really didn't expect you to be so material! So what are you pretending to be so high? I thought I had a classmate who didn't eat the fireworks of the world! She said, rolling her eyes at me!

I kept standing there and didn't move, and Song Zitian on the other side kept staring at me, and that look made me feel cramped and uneasy. I tried to look away, but I didn't know where to look. At that time, I had lost the courage to refute Jiang Shanshan, although I could scold her if I had a stomach, but in front of Song Zitian's family of three, I was coaxed.

"Huh? Why don't you talk to anyone? I'm here alone. Otherwise, I'll boil some water, let's make some tea, have a tea party or something, you guys chatter. What do you think? Jiang Shanshan picked it up again!

As a result, Song Zitian yelled at her loudly: "Shut up!" Jiang Shanshan stopped moving.

Mrs. Song, who was standing behind Song Zitian, was the first to speak.

"I wrote you a letter and asked someone to send it to you, I don't know, did you receive it." Her tone was flat, and she couldn't hear any emotional ups and downs.

I snorted.

"Actually, Zitian only recently learned about me and his father. He's also an adult, and he understands. Of course, this also takes time. I didn't really want to come over today. Even sitting here now, I don't know what to say. Zitian began to know that he was quite angry, and he always felt that this matter was unfair to me. Now, though, I'm afraid it's you, the problem between the two of you. Song Zitian's mother lowered her head and said. Listening to the meaning of her words, it is not difficult for me to guess that Jiang Shanshan pulled her over.

She was right, for her, who Uncle Elm was with had nothing to do with her. However, for Song Zitian, what he can't accept is that at this time, it is no longer the problem that his father has someone outside, but that person is me.

"Auntie, that, ah, auntie, I, when I met him, it was, broken, broken up." This sentence was said by me in a scattered manner. Even though everyone could understand it, I still felt awkward myself.

"Hahaha~ Cao Muxi, Cao Muxi, it turns out that you also have times when you can't speak! Be scared! Jiang Shanshan laughed so much that tears came out of her eyes. Her existence, for that day, every word was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire!

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