Chapter 211: Holding himself out of internal injuries
Hearing Zheng Xiaomeng's question, Lu Muqing stepped on the brakes and parked the car on the side of the road, and the defenseless Zheng Xiaomeng moved forward instantly, if she wasn't wearing a seat belt, she might have stuck to the windshield.
"Lu Muqing, what nerves do you have? Don't you know it's dangerous? ”
But Lu Muqing's expression was still so faint, and there was not the slightest wave in his eyes.
Looking at him, Zheng Xiaomeng really wanted to call the police, and then hand him over to the police uncle.
Lu Muqing said faintly: "Whatever you want to know, I can tell you." ”
"Say, I'll listen."
"But before you say that, you have to tell me in what capacity and in what mood you are asking this question, and from now on, you can think about it, we have time."
After that, Lu Muqing turned off the car and stopped in the middle of the road with such a swagger.
At this time, one horn after another sounded outside the car, which was enough to pierce their eardrums and nerves.
Zheng Xiaomeng was stunned, what Lu Muqing just said, she forgot all at once.
She looked back and saw that there was already a long line behind their car.
She hurriedly urged: "Let's go, go home first, and if you don't leave, the police will really come." ”
Lu Muqing lowered his eyes, unhurriedly took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it, then put the cigarette between his fingers and stroked the steering wheel.
Such a Lu Muqing gives people a feeling of ruffianism and decadence, which Zheng Xiaomeng has never seen.
The two of them had been together for so long, and it seemed like it was the first time she had seen him smoke so closely.
It seems that what is seen in the swirling green smoke is his somewhat lonely side face.
Zheng Xiaomeng's heart suddenly tightened, and her heart seemed to be suddenly pinched by something, which was very uncomfortable.
This time, she lowered her voice and said, "Let's go, Lu Muqing, let's go home." ”
"Okay."
Lu Muqing threw the half-lit cigarette between his fingers into the ashtray and started the car again.
It's just that along the way, Lu Muqing stopped talking to her.
Even in the next week, Lu Muqing rarely took the initiative to deal with her.
Although the two of them live under the same roof and sleep in the same bed at night, the two of them basically can't see each other.
In the morning, before she woke up, Lu Muqing had already gone to work, and at night it was the same, she had already fallen asleep, but Lu Muqing had not gone home yet.
This week, Zheng Xiaomeng was always sullen, as if she had cheated and she had done something sorry for him, and she felt a deep sense of guilt.
But what she did wrong, even she didn't know.
So, in just one week, she almost suffocated herself from internal injuries.
……
It's a new week morning, and Zheng Xiaomeng still hasn't seen Lu Muqing after getting up.
If it weren't for the slight mess in the place where he had been lying, if it weren't for the fact that the razor in the bathroom had traces of his use, she would have thought that he had evaporated.
I came to school in a daze, looking at the blackboard but couldn't lift my spirits.
She didn't even know when Da Chengzi, Gu Xin, and Ke Jiayi would sit in the vacant seats behind her.
The three of them also boldly exchanged heads and ears behind her.
Ke Jiayi asked: "Xiaomeng seems to have really forgotten everything that happened that day, do you say, does she have the legendary intermittent compulsive choice amnesia?" ”