Zhuang Xiaomeng stood on the bed with a sheet and a pillow shaking his head like a fool, and there were a lot of items scattered on the bed that Wu Tong did not take away, there were some cheap daily necessities that Wu Tong did not want, and there were some things that Wu Tong forgot to take away when he cleaned up, but none of these things were bought by Wu Tong himself, all of them were bought by Zhuang Xiaomeng for him.

Zhuang Xiaomeng kept kicking them to all corners of the bedroom, just like kicking a ball when he was a child. He knew that Wu Tong had a habit of cleanliness and didn't like the house to be too dirty and messy, but now this is no longer Wu Tong's home, it is his home, and he can do whatever he wants.

In the past, Zhuang Xiaomeng would consciously clean the house spotlessly before Wu Tong got off work, and the things were neatly placed, but now that Wu Tong is gone, he doesn't need to tidy up the room, he can do whatever he wants to make him feel happy and release the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Zhuang Xiaomeng took out a worn-out photo album that was pressed under his clothes from the drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe, he sat on the ground and looked at the photos of him and Wu Tong, each photo has a story, each story tells their past, the memories are terrible, so terrible that people can get stuck in it and can't extricate themselves. But thinking about the wrong things that Wu Tong did to him, the roots of his teeth itched with hatred, memories can bring happiness to people, and they can also bring pain to people.

In the past, as long as Wu Tong was not at home on a business trip, when he was bored or had nothing to do, Zhuang Xiaomeng would take out the photo album and look through it, and every time he looked at the photo, he would always smile, and that kind of smile was sweet, because he knew that the other person in the photo would come back. However, he is still smiling at this moment, because the other person in the photo will never come back. I don't know when, the tears in the corners of his eyes slowly overflowed, ticking and falling on the album, Zhuang Xiaomeng didn't want to wipe it, because tears were the best farewell, and he needed this farewell.

Zhuang Xiaomeng pulled out the photos in the album one by one, and then tore the photos into pieces one by one, looking at the fragments that had piled up into a hill in front of him, he thought that he would be happy, but he couldn't feel a little bit of happiness, he thought that as long as he destroyed the things that recorded their good memories, there would be no more pain, but these were just what he thought.

Zhuang Xiaomeng held the fragments beside him in the palm of his hand, and then threw them into the sky, the flying fragments were like snowflakes that confused his eyes, and even more confused his mind, he seemed to see Wu Tong's warm smile.

In the past, Zhuang Xiaomeng liked Wu Tong's warm smile very much, but now he doesn't like it, because behind the warm smile may be hypocrisy.

A ray of sunlight in the early morning reflected through the curtain on Zhuang Xiaomeng's sleeping face, quiet and serene. The lazy sleeping position, even breathing, and the shallow smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to make him forget the pain of yesterday, and perhaps only in his dreams could he put aside his troubles and forget everything.

When Zhuang Xiaomeng woke up, it was already noon, his body was heavy, his head was dizzy, and he was dazed. He rubbed his misty eyes and lay lazily on the bed not wanting to get up, not because he was lazy, but because he had drunk a lot of wine at home alone last night, and it was white wine.

The night passed, and the alcohol still did not dissipate in Zhuang Xiaomeng's body, they attacked his head like a tenacious and tough enemy soldier, occupying his body. Zhuang Xiaomeng is not a person who is greedy for wine, he knows that his alcohol consumption is not good, and Wu Tong does not like him to drink, so he rarely drank alcohol before, almost without drinking, if it were not for Wu Tong's departure, maybe he would not have drunk so much wine in his life.

Zhuang Xiaomeng's head was dizzy and he couldn't get out of bed at all, so he fell asleep in a daze again, and when he woke up again, it was almost dark, and he muttered to himself, "Isn't it dawn yet?" ”

He closed his eyes and thought again, "It still feels wrong, I remember it was daytime?" ”

Zhuang Xiaomeng subconsciously patted the pillow on his right, closed his eyes and said aggrievedly, "Wu Tong, my mouth is dry, I want to drink water!" ”

Zhuang Xiaomeng sat up suddenly, looking embarrassed, he was awake, he frowned tightly and kept patting his head, regretting that he had just said what he said.

Zhuang Xiaomeng walked out of the kitchen with a glass of water, drinking water as he walked, he wanted to go back to bed and continue sleeping, but when he walked to the living room, he heard his stomach rumbling, and then he thought that he had slept for a day and a night, and he hadn't eaten for a day. In order not to let his stomach suffer with him, he had to go back to the kitchen to find food, but he searched for a long time and did not find anything to eat.

Zhuang Xiaomeng wanted to order takeout, but when he walked to the living room again, he saw a man in his house with his back to him sneakily closing the door of his house. The first thought that crossed his mind was that this man was a thief, so without thinking he threw the glass of water in his hand so hard that it hit the man's back very accurately.

The man in the suit hunched over his back and stroked his back, standing in place beating rhythmlessly, his mouth still screaming. Obviously, Zhuang Xiaomeng's water cup smashed the thief a lot.

"Catch the thief!" Zhuang Xiaomeng shouted loudly, but unfortunately his door was closed, no one heard him, and no one paid attention to him.

"Shut up!" The man crouched on the ground and shouted in his loud voice, "Don't scream! ”

His roar really calmed Zhuang Xiaomeng.

Zhuang Xiaomeng asked tremblingly, "Thief, what are you doing at my house?" ”

The man buried his head a little helplessly, and didn't pay attention to Zhuang Xiaomeng at all.

Zhuang Xiaomeng looked at the mess in the living room, he thought that the man turned it over while he was asleep, he was very annoyed, very regretful, regretting that he didn't wake up earlier.

"You've already turned over my house, let's go!"

Zhuang Xiaomeng had no weapon in his hand to defend, he took advantage of the situation to pick up the closest thing to him that could protect himself, and when he saw that the man did not leave, he put on a posture of fighting to the death with the thief. Although his posture was very bold, his stammering words betrayed him, revealing his fear and fear.

"I don't have anything of value at home, so you better go!" After Zhuang Xiaomeng finished saying this, he kept looking at the bedroom, because there was still a bank card hidden in the wardrobe in his bedroom, and there were 20,000 yuan in that bank card, and the 20,000 yuan was saved little by little by he had saved in the past four years, which could be said to be his private money.

Zhuang Xiao dreamed about it, and felt that what he just said was a little ridiculous and even a little ignorant, because even children knew that the thief would not leave without stealing something.

The man squeezed out an intriguing smile from his distorted face, and he looked at Zhuang Xiaomeng's nervous expression and knew that there must be something valuable hidden in the house.

"You want to coax me away? No way! The man deliberately pretended to be fierce, "Hurry up and hand over the money, or I'll be rude to you." ”

"I don't have any money, I really don't have any money." There are no three hundred taels of silver here, Zhuang Xiaomeng's heart is empty, and he himself doesn't believe what he just said.

Zhuang Xiaomeng met such a bad thing as a thief at home for the first time, and after he broke up, it was really a thing that didn't go well, and everything didn't go well, and he felt that he was too sad to think about it.

Zhuang Xiao dreamed that the thief had been aiming at him and had no intention of leaving, he thought that the thief had found out that he had money in the family, so he immediately panicked and lost his composure that he deliberately pretended. "I still have a hundred dollars on me, I'll give it all to you, you better leave quickly!"

"You want to send me away for a hundred dollars?" The man smiled disdainfully, "I'll go to your neighbor's house, and your neighbor will give me a thousand." ”

"I don't really have that much money." Zhuang Xiaomeng took out the hundred-yuan bill in his pocket and begged bitterly.

At this moment, Zhuang Xiaomeng's brain was spinning rapidly like a spinning top that had been whipped, and he was constantly thinking about what way to persuade the thief to stop without damaging his life and property. Zhuang Xiaomeng thought about it and couldn't think of a good way.

Zhuang Xiaomeng looked at the man opposite in despair, now he had made the worst plan, if he couldn't persuade the thief to go, he would fight the thief hand-to-hand, so as to defend his property and the dignity of the man from being damaged.

People often say that the IQ of a person in love is zero, but I didn't expect that Zhuang Xiaomeng's IQ still did not recover after the breakup. He also didn't want to think about which thief would normally wear a suit, tie and leather shoes, unless the thief had a quirk.

"Zhuang Xiaomeng." The man sat down on the ground suddenly.

"You're so funny! Laughed at me. The man completely ignored the pain in his back, covered his stomach and laughed, looking at Zhuang Xiaomeng with a smile, "If you are an actor, I think you will definitely be able to be a Golden Horse actor." It's too realistic. ”

This man's name is Luo Qing'an, and he is Zhuang Xiaomeng's only good friend in Shanghai, a special good friend who is both strange and familiar. They have known each other and the Internet, they have known each other in the world of the Internet for three years, they talk freely on the Internet, everything they say, Zhuang Xiaomeng has regarded Luo Qingan as his good friend, and he will confide in Luo Qingan if he has any troubles or happy things. They didn't have a video, they only sent a photo once, because Zhuang Xiaomeng didn't want Wu Tong to know about it, so they didn't save Luo Qingan's photo. And the two of them have never met in real life, because there is a pact between them - not to disturb each other's lives.

In fact, this was Zhuang Xiaomeng's request to Luo Qing'an, because he had Wu Tong before, he was afraid that Wu Tong would misunderstand, and he was afraid that Wu Tong would be unhappy when he knew about Luo Qing'an's existence, so he never dared or wanted to see Luo Qing'an.

Zhuang Xiaomeng stood in the living room with a confused face, looking at what he thought was a thief laughing and feeling at a loss. He also wondered how the person in front of him could know his name. In fact, it was normal for Zhuang Xiaomeng to be confused, after all, he didn't know what Luo Qingan looked like.

"Are you Luo Qing'an?" Zhuang Xiaomeng asked in a negative tone, he was not sure that the person in front of him was Luo Qing'an, and after a long time, he had forgotten Luo Qing'an's appearance.

"Guess!" Luo Qingan replied mischievously.

Zhuang Xiaomeng looked at Luo Qing'an with a wicked smile on his face, he was sure that the person in front of him was Luo Qing'an.