I carried Angel to sleep.

When I woke up, it was already dark.

I had a splitting headache, and Angel and the wreckage of the camera on the ground were gone.

There's a bag on the back of the head, and it's funny to touch.

The blood on the forehead has coagulated.

I put on my clothes haphazardly and went to the outpatient clinic near the community to bandage and deal with it.

On the way back, I turned on my phone and saw a message sent to me by Angel in the afternoon:

I went back. Good bye.

There was no moon in the sky that night.

The night wind is cold.

Two days later, Van Yesh came back from his trip and saw me laughing so hard that my jaw dropped to the ground.

"Kang Rong, I went on a trip to Buenos Aires, did you go to the labor camp to get an education?"

He laughed at me as he pulled out a box of cigarettes. He handed over a slender and delicate cigarette roll, "Try it?" Relaxation works. ”

I took the cigarette in a ghostly way, and despite being indoors, lit it and took a puff.

"How? It's licensed. Van Yesh asked me with a smile.

"It's a little dizzy...... How did you go through the security check? "The smoke is not choking at all, and it doesn't smell good. But after inhaling, I felt like I was fluttering.

"I myself was smuggled from another planet," Van Yesh shook his head and chuckled, "what do you think is so difficult for me to ban smoking in a smuggling area?" ”

"yes...... It's a good smoke. ”

Frankly, I've been a little depressed lately.

The smoke made me feel like I was turning into a wisp of smoke from head to toe.

There is no distress.

There is no joy either.

It's just a simple and long, completely empty one.

That's nice.

"Okay, you don't suck anymore." Van Yesh took the remaining half of the cigarette from my hand, "It's not an anesthetic. If you're addicted, Angel will kill me. ”

The relief I had finally gained from that half of the cigarette was shattered.

I hung my head and continued to crouch on the couch like a lazy cat.

Angel said "goodbye".

He hasn't contacted me since.

He doesn't reply to my messages, and the phone is always off.

"Oh......" Van Yesh sighed suddenly, "Angel......"

I put my legs on the couch and fell asleep.

"Are you concerned? It's not a broken love - besides, it's like this now, it's good for both of you, no, it's good for all three of us, isn't it? Van Yesh seemed to be in a good mood, smoking half of my unburned cigarette.

"As for it. I don't hear from him for a day, so I'm so uncomfortable. ”

I was a little shocked to say this.

It's really numb.

But after saying it, it was a little easier in the end.

"He's not going to break up with you." Van Yesh sat across from me and looked at me calmly and surely, "I know Angel too well - he's that kind of person, sometimes he suddenly disappears for a few days, it's too normal. What's so uncomfortable about you? ”

I gave him a blank look, too lazy to speak.

"Kang Rong, how did you become like this?" Van Yesh asked half-jokingly, "Like an abandoned little daughter-in-law." ”

I was silent for a long time and decided to confess, "Angel took a picture of me and was seen by my aunt. ”

"Photos?" Van Yesh hesitated for a moment before cautiously asking, "Are you dressed?" ”

"What do you say?"

"Hey, Kang Rong, I can't see it, you're quite unrestrained."

“……”

"Auntie must want to kill you." Van Yesh smiled dryly, "You are still alive now, and your life is really big enough." ”

"It's not enough to kill me," I recalled, more embarrassing than painful, "and if I don't say that, I'm fine anyway." ”

"Hmm. I want to open a point. After half a year, it passed. ”

"I'm just worried about Angel, I don't know how she will brainwash Angel......" I sighed, "I haven't been in touch with Angel for a while, and he's changed a little ......"

"Kang Rong, you have also changed."

"I've become a little daughter-in-law, I know." I didn't glare at him angrily, "But Angel is different. My mom was hurt by him and his aunt ......"

I don't talk anymore. I could suddenly understand Angel's change.

Even if we all want to go on firmly......

But none of us can face the pressure from all sides.

Unpredictable obstacles, guilt from which there is nowhere to escape......

We are just as uneasy.