A few thugs listened to him, and pounced on Wang Qi again, Wang Qi was attacked on all sides, and his fist landed on his abdomen, but he didn't feel pain. A beautiful turn, dodging the fists of the youth. The gangster's leg kicked at Wang Qi, he was kicked in the back, Wang Qi gritted his teeth, hugged the gangster's leg, and threw the gangster to the ground. At this moment, several policemen came in and arrested several of the fighters, and Xiaoxiang said to the sheriff, "You guys are finally here, it is a few of them who are making trouble." Xiaoxiang pointed to a few gangsters and said that the police let go of Wang Qi and took a few gangsters to the police station. Waiters pick up the debris from the floor and reopen. Xiao Zeng said sorry to Wang Qi and Xiaoxiang repeatedly, and Xiaoxiang said: "It's good not to gamble in the future, Wang Qi, you come to the office with me." ”

Wang Qi walked into the office with Xiaoxiang, Xiaoxiang asked Wang Qi to sit down, she took out a bottle of safflower oil from the drawer and wiped it for Wang Qi. Xiaoxiang lifted the corner of Wang Qi's clothes, looked at his rough back, and poured safflower oil on Wang Qi's back, Wang Qi trembled, and Xiaoxiang said, "Does it hurt?" Wang Qi shook his head and said, "No." The fragrant onion-like fingers rubbed back and forth on Wang Qi's back, and Wang Qi suddenly felt comfortable all over his body. Xiaoxiang's hand seemed to have a kind of magic, and after her rubbing, Wang Qi didn't feel a trace of pain. Xiaoxiang's rubbing became more and more gentle, and it seemed that every stroke was full of affection, and every inch of Wang Qi's back skin had her fingerprints. The rubbing stopped, Xiaoxiang withdrew her hand and put down Wang Qi's clothes. Wang Qi turned around, the two glanced at each other, Xiaoxiang had shyness in her eyes, Wang Qi leaned over and wanted to kiss Xiaoxiang, but Xiaoxiang turned her head, Wang Qi stopped approaching and walked out of the office.

It was another misty morning, the fog was faint and thick, and the car was still lit up, driving on the highway like ants transporting rice. Wang Qi came to the underground tunnel and wanted to see Xidan, but Xidan hadn't seen her since he looked for him last time. Unable to hear Xidan's angelic voice, Wang Qi had a feeling of loss. He saw a blind man, pulling an erhu, and two little boys, throwing stones into the bowl in front of the blind man. The blind man thought they were tossing coins, and for each time the boy threw one, the blind man nodded to them and thanked them. Wang Qi rushed up angrily and said, "You are not ashamed to bully a blind man. The two little boys grimaced at him and ran away, and Wang Qi tried to catch up with them and beat them.

"Young people, why be so impulsive, I know they throw stones." The blind man spoke.

"You know they're throwing stones?" Wang Qi was stunned for a moment and said.

"How crisp the sound of the coin is, and how rough the sound of the stone is, you can tell it when you hear it." A blind man knocks a bowl with a coin.

"Do you know why you still nod your head to them?"

"Then you misunderstood them, I played the piano, and I didn't force them to give me money, they threw stones when they wanted, and they threw coins when they wanted, do you say so?" The blind man packed his bags and had to go out of the tunnel. Wang Qi couldn't imagine that he was kind, and this blind man would still say that he was not. The blind man touched the floor with a bamboo pole and groped his way to walk. Wang Qi felt pity for him, ran to the blind man, and put two hundred yuan in his bowl. The young man touched the bill, sniffed it again, and said, "It's a hundred-dollar bill, young man, you are a good man, but you have mercy on me, will you accept this kind of food?" Wang Qi was stunned again, looked into the blind man's eyes, and the blind man said, "Don't look, young man, I am a blind man." The blind man returned the money to Wang Qi and groped his way out of the tunnel.

Wang Qi got off work and walked out of the bar with Xiaoxiang, the two came to the café, drinking coffee, it seemed to have become a habit, Xiaoxiang asked: "What do you think is the most important thing to like someone?" Wang Qi thought for a while and said, "I think it should be a feeling." ”

"What does it feel like?"

"For example, I met a girl inadvertently, I turned my head and saw her, my heart jerked, my mind paused for a few seconds, and a thought flashed, my life is over, that is the feeling of liking someone."

"No wonder I'm not in love, I don't feel this way, you should have, otherwise you wouldn't have said this." Xiaoxiang said with a smile. Wang Qi didn't answer, just smiled. "Why aren't you with her, is it a crush?"

"Sort of."

"Wang Qi, I think you're quite deep."

"Maybe after going through some things, meeting some people, I become a little depressed, and I don't really want to be so deep."

"That confirms you're not deep."

"Do you know why the flowers in the garden bloom?"

"Because spring is coming."

"Wrong, because the bees made the flowers angry."

"Why?"

"Bees don't make flowers angry, can flowers bloom?" After Wang Qi finished speaking, Xiaoxiang laughed.

Wang Qi came back from the Hailan Bar to play, the moonlight was sinking in the west, the stars were scattered on the night, the cold wind was blowing on the poplars, the leaves were rustling, and the passers-by on the street were sparse. Wang Qi passed by a Western restaurant, and through the window, he saw a pair of men and women drinking drinks, the man's eyebrows were clear, his skin was white and handsome, and the woman's face was like peach blossoms and ice muscles were like snow. If the girl were someone else, Wang Qi would think that they were a good match, but the girl was Jingya. The two smiled and talked very well, and the boy handed Jing Ya a glass of Coke, and Jing Ya smiled and smoked the Coke. The boy also leaned over and inserted a tube into the cup, and they both sucked on the same glass of Coke, and it was very pleasant. When Wang Qi saw this scene, his heart was filled with acid, and then this acidity turned into a pain. He walked past them sadly, as if the end of a vague relationship.

He came to a small stall, drank wine, and looked at the gray sky, and his heart seemed to be darker than the sky. Wang Qi didn't think the cup was enjoyable, so he picked up the wine bottle and poured it violently, and tears fell down somehow. The image of Jingya drinking Coke with the boy kept appearing in his mind, and every time the picture was played, he couldn't help but burst into tears. Alcohol passed through the blood to the brain, Wang Qi was dizzy, he knew that he was about to get drunk, he used to be afraid of drinking, because after getting drunk, no one sent him home, so he could only lie on the street. But this time he longs to get drunk again, he wants to erase the image from his mind, and from the smile on Jingya's face, he can see that she is very happy, and the boy is not bad, and he believes that he can take care of her. Gradually, Wang Qi couldn't hold the wine bottle in his hand, and a girl appeared on the street corner, she was Xidan. Xidan picked up the drunk Wang Qi, Wang Qi waved her away, and said, "I'm not drunk, you are Xidan, living in the second unit of the Fourth Ring Road, bring me wine, I can still drink." But when he had finished speaking, he fell back on the table.

Xidan helped Wang Qi back to the rented room, Wang Qi was very heavy and fell on the bed, and Xidan also fell on the bed with him. Xidan wanted to stand up, but Wang Qi's hand pressed against her. Xidan looked at Wang Qi's handsome face, his lips slowly approached him, and at the moment when he was about to kiss, Wang Qi suddenly shouted: "Jingya, I love you, don't leave me." Xidan was startled, retracted her body, she removed the violin from Wang Qi's back, took off his socks, and covered him with a quilt. She caressed Wang Qi's face, slowly approached him, kissed his lips, tears welled up in her eyes, and then she turned and left the room.

The sun shines through the window and shines on the head of Wang Qi's bed, the Beibei mouse climbs on the quilt, Wang Qi opens his eyes and smells a lemon fragrance, he knows that Xidan has come, but now he is gone. Wang Qi put on his clothes and walked out of the door, he came to Xidan's house and saw a lock on the door. He found a neighbor and asked about Xidan's whereabouts, who said that Xidan had been picked up by a man. Wang Qi became heavy, he knew that Xidan had reconciled with Fengshi, but somehow he had an indescribable bitterness in his heart. Wang Qi sighed and said in her heart, as long as she is happy.