Meng Jiancong's home is in the local area, but it is also a high-walled compound, which is not free. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 He said that his father always nagged him, blaming him for not doing his job all day long, and for doing that kind of business to disgrace the family, so he only came home on weekends, and usually lived in a private house outside to try to be clean.

His private house, located in the center of the city, is the most expensive apartment building in the city, and his neighbors are all dignitaries and celebrities. The area is not as large as the villa, but it is also very comfortable to live by yourself.

When I entered, it was empty, with not a single servant, and the only living thing was a tank of fish in the drawing-room, which swam freely in the water, and looked beautiful in the cold and dim light.

I asked him to help me take off my coat and ask, "Do you like fish?"

"General." He said: "I just feel that the house is a little empty, and I want to add some living things."

I asked, "Don't you hire a servant?"

"Hourly workers come once a week." He replied as he took off his coat and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt: "It's more comfortable to be alone."

"Oh." I looked around and saw that the house was in all directions, and the bed could be seen directly from the entrance. He had a large bed, covered with white linen, so airy and clean that it was as if no one had ever ever laid on it.

There was a small bar in the corner of the restaurant, with a translucent wine cabinet inside, Meng Jiancong went over to open the cabinet, took out a delicate red wine, and put it on the table with the glass.

I went over and sat down and asked, "Do you really have wine?" ”

"I also have peanuts." He took out a can from the cabinet in the belly of the table, which was a bucket of salt-baked peanuts.

I said, "Don't you need me to fry it?" ”

"I didn't give birth." He sat down on the bar stool across from me, picked up the red wine and began to cork it.

The bottle says French, but it's from a small winery I've never heard of. However, when the cork was opened, a scent spread, and frankly the smell was not too intoxicating, only that it was not bad.

I opened the lid of the can, pinched the peanuts and ate them, it was the kind sold in the supermarket, and the taste was naturally ordinary. It was interesting to me and I wondered, "Do you like this?" ”

"Or else?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, I didn't know you knew that."

He took a wine glass, poured a little wine, shook it gently, observed its color, and said, "Don't you know that too?" ”

"I told you that I had been living outside on my own before I got married, and I was living a very ordinary life." I said, "I didn't have any contact with the outside world until then. ”

He raised the corners of his mouth and said, "I've had a similar experience. ”

I asked, "Do you live outside?" ”

"Cohabitation." He said.

Actually, I was quite interested in knowing, but I didn't think it was good to ask, so I didn't speak.

He drank the wine from the glass, seemed satisfied, pulled the glass, poured two glasses, pushed one of them to me, and said, "I already know a lot about you, and for the sake of fairness, I should tell you about me." ”

I said, "Okay." ”

He took a sip from his glass, then seemed to be lost in thought, and then said, "I have talked about two girlfriends, and I have had a few lovers. One of them, you know, she broke my leg. The other one was already married, she was the person I dated when I was nineteen years old, the daughter of my father's friend, we didn't have much affection, we were going to get married, but unfortunately I had a crush on someone else. ”

I asked, "You're in love with the guy who broke your leg?" ”

"My leg was still there," he said.

I asked, "Why did she do that?"

It took him a long time to reply, "For the money."

It's ridiculous, "I'm afraid I won't have money to marry you?" ”

"My dad didn't want me to marry her, and I didn't have much of a career of my own." He smiled and said, "I was willing to give up these and take her away, and she agreed, but it turned out that she was unwilling."

I said, "She can't stand life without money?"

"More seriously, I'm just a money symbol in her mind."

I couldn't help but frown and said, "She's so hateful."

He didn't get angry, but said: "Her father was hunted down by a local gang for loan sharking, and she wanted to use the money to pay off the debt, and she didn't know in advance that she would make me like this."

I said, "That's too much, did she go to jail?"

"Nope." He said: "I don't know how she is doing now, only I know the truth, she should be doing well."

I said, "Why are you doing this?" Or love her? "I thought I was the only stupid pig in the world.

He shook his head and said, "I was turning my face with my family for her and making it ugly." I don't want to think about that anymore. ”

I didn't get it.

He also saw that I was dazed, smiled again, and said, "Don't look at me like this, my self-esteem is still very strong." I didn't want anything at the time, it was a huge loss, my ex-girlfriend was waiting to see my jokes, and my dad was mean to speak. I was lying in a hospital bed, feeling too fragile to stand the slightest ridicule, so I simply put the matter down. ”

I said, "I can't imagine you have such a side." ”

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said softly, "You don't know what it's like to have no legs." ”

I couldn't help but look at the part of his leg, which was so delicate that it was so indistinguishable from the outside, but I still remember the last time I saw it, it looked like steel and had no beauty.

I said, "I don't even remember if you don't say it." ”

He smiled, "Thank you for your comfort. ”

"Do you care about it?"

"I don't want to care," he said, "but I have to take care of it." ”

Even though I was miserable, I was so good that I didn't know what to say to comfort him.

Frankly speaking, I have always thought he was quite happy, but he is a person with a sense of distance, maybe this is deliberately created by him, Phnom Penh is very kind.

We didn't talk about much meaningful things next, Meng Jiancong didn't talk about its tragic experience in detail, and I didn't mention Fanyin again. I'm already trying not to talk about him anymore, to make him fade out of my life completely. After all, it's pretty stupid to always tear open the wound to relive the pain, so let it pass. I used to be stupid.

We drank this bottle of red wine, suggested another bottle to each other, and ate all the peanuts. At first I remembered what I had talked about, but then I forgot it completely, and when I opened my eyes again, I suddenly realized that there was a strange ceiling in front of me, and there was a huge window open on it, and outside the window was the moment when night and day were at hand, and there was a faint crescent moon in the sky, and there was a white shimmer, which was very beautiful.

I shivered for no reason, sat up in a hurry, and realized that this was Meng Jiancong's bed. It's still clean and white, and I've taken up an entire sheet of it myself. I looked at the ceiling again, and I remember it wasn't like that when I came, but it was beautiful.

I was in a daze, and the sky was bright, and the sun was a little harsh, and at the same time, there was a slight grinding sound overhead, and the room was dark again.

I turned on the light and smelled the smell of alcohol all over the house, and my head was a little heavy and a little painful.

I walked around the room barefoot and found Meng Jiancong in the attic study. Unlike the wide opening and closing downstairs, this is a forest-style décor, with a tree hole that has been fitted into a bed, but it is in the extreme. When he found the bed, Meng Jiancong was sleeping in it, like a squirrel wintering in the heart of a tree.

When I saw him curled up, I felt that he seemed to be cold, so I pulled a blanket from the floor and put it over him. Unexpectedly, this alarmed him all of a sudden. He opened his eyes and stared at me for a long time, before he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's you." ”

I asked, "What's wrong?" ”

He sat up and showed a look of annoyance: "No one has ever been here, I was just startled." ”

I pulled a tree stump and sat down without speaking.

He picked up the shirt he had thrown aside, put it on his body, buttoned it and asked, "Why are you awake?" ”

"It's dawn." I say.

He misunderstood what I meant, "Are you hungry?" ”

"Not yet." I said, "But if you're hungry, I can cook breakfast." I don't think you know how to cook. ”

"I really won't." He smiled and asked, "But how do you see that?" ”

"Just passing by the kitchen, I noticed that your stove is completely brand new, but your dining table is not." I said, "Do you have the ingredients?" I'll cook breakfast for you. ”

He was not polite, and said, "It's only simple, but I'll buy it." ”

Breakfast was nothing but a quick fix.

It was six o'clock in the morning and the air was fresh.

When we sat down to eat together, he seemed very happy and said, "It seems that I feel a little married." ”

"Me too." I said, "But I didn't expect you to actually ask me to drink." ”

And I counted the bottles in the morning, and we drank four bottles, no wonder I was unconscious, even if he was so thin and had to carry me to bed.

He laughed, "Of course not, but you're so drunk, what can I do with you?" ”

I knew in my heart that he was just an excuse, but I was really curious: "You suddenly changed your mind?" ”

He was slightly stunned, but did not speak.

"I didn't look like I was forced yesterday, did I?" I asked, "Or did I say something I shouldn't have said when I got drunk?" ”

"None of them." Only then did he speak, looking a little lonely: "It's my own reason." ”

I looked at him cautiously and wondered if this guy had more than just hurt his leg. But he didn't dare to ask.

He saw what I meant, "What do you want to say?" "2 "2 ".*2 Pavilion "2,

"Nothing." I hurriedly said.

He smiled: "Don't worry, it's not physiological."

That's when I got nervous: "Are you mentally ill too?"

"No," he shook his head at once, "I'll explain when the time comes." ”

I said, "As long as it's not because I'm saying things in my dreams that I shouldn't have said."

He narrowed his eyes and smiled and asked, "What did you dream about?"

"I didn't dream of anything."