"Of all the women I have known, Lygia, who has always been peaceful and quiet on the outside, is actually the most tragic victim of the cold and turbulent Passion Eagle. ”

Zhang Xiaofeng finally arrived at the area where Li Yiwen was eating, but he didn't find a restaurant named Ruitaifeng after three turns around Beicheng Tianjie, and finally knew the specific location of the restaurant after he successfully flirted with a beautiful saleswoman.

Li Yiwen held the teacup, and the yellow-orange liquid made his heart pound. His memory was severely degraded, but he always remembered the past many years ago, and what he wanted to forget most was the woman in front of him, but he remembered most clearly, he remembered her beauty, her whispering songs, her tugging heartstrings, and her fascinating words all seeping into his heart bit by bit in such a smooth and secret way that he never noticed and knew about it. Zhang Xiaofeng's method didn't work, the more he thought about it, the more he remembered it clearly, and he often even remembered that the first time they met, and the frequent interactions later, were all in the ancient and solemn stilted cities by the Yangtze River. An Xiaowen, An Xiaowen, his father is An Daqing. She must have mentioned her family to him, but he didn't remember where she came from? He forgot some facts, he made up their stories in his head, he deliberately blurred some memories, and if he completely forgot the origin of those facts, then what was so strange about the details that accompanied them? An Daqing wanted to get his precious daughter back to the city, and what about him? He could only stay in the countryside pitifully, and An Daqing would definitely not help him go back to the city. If, if An Xiaowen doesn't go back, if An Xiaowen is for him...... He's the protagonist of the play, he's the director, he's the root of it all. The young girl in front of me, the old girl...... But if there really is that deity called Yue Lao, if there is really that kind old man with a smile on his face and a red thread in the Yue Lao Temple, if he is really in charge of the auspicious and happy marriage, as people say, then his marriage is definitely not dominated by him. However, should he give up on himself because of these painful memories and unsatisfactory status quo? Is he going to hell right now? If this is what An Xiaowen wants, if it is what she wants.

"Yiwen, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. An put down the teacup in her hand and looked at Li Yiwen anxiously, Li Yiwen's face was flushed at this moment, and the green tendons on her temples were protruding.

"I-I don't have a good heart!Maybe-" Li Yiwen put down his teaglass. No, no, he doesn't want to go to hell at the moment, he still has a lovely daughter, he still has a daughter.

He looked up at Li Zhen, and she was looking at him too. He saw that she was looking at him with a malice and disgust that only the devil could have. The eyes seemed to say, "Go to hell, you disgusting old man, go to death!" Drink that cup of flower tea and go where you should have been." ”

"Jinpeng, why haven't you come back yet?" Li Yiwen said slowly with a trembling voice.

Li Zhen stood up, she walked towards where Li Yiwen and her mother were, and said as she walked, "He's coming up soon, he should be in the elevator." Leave him alone, Uncle Lee. You don't have anything, do you need me to do something, oh, do you have medicine, medicine for heart disease. ”

Li Yiwen looked at Li Zhen and nodded.

"I'll pour you a glass of boiled water. Mrs. Ann immediately stood up and went to the door.

"This tea should be fine, you see Uncle Li is so sad, let's eat it first." No problem, right?"

"This is tea, it's not good to take medicine!" Mrs. An frowned and disagreed with her daughter's suggestion.

"It doesn't matter, there's no problem with eating it once. Li Yiwen was playing in the garden, he didn't want their mother and daughter to be unhappy about this little thing. Let alone...... There should be no problem.

He took the medicine bottle out of his pocket, poured two pills into his palm, and then picked up the yellow-orange tea.

Zhang Xiaofeng stood in the elevator, constantly pressing the two triangular inverted buttons separated by a line, but the elevator still couldn't close the door, and someone suddenly rushed over when it was halfway through. "me, it's many. He scolded to himself as he pressed it.

There were a lot of people in the elevator, and Zhang Xiaofeng was squeezed into the corner. At this time, a woman suddenly screamed: "Ah! There is a mouse on this person!Ahhh But others don't think so, when the elevator reached the 7th floor, the screaming woman made a complaint call, and then Zhang Xiaofeng was surrounded by a group of people and couldn't leave. He stood at the door of the Ruitai restaurant, but couldn't get in. In the restaurant, Li Yiwen drank the liquid of the yellow, orange and orange that was killing him. The whole world plays out in slow motion at this moment: a waitress rushes out of the restaurant, and Mr. Jerry's eighth mint rolls to the floor in the middle of it, staring intently at the door with dark eyes. Zhang Xiaofeng broke free from the nervous woman who was pulling him like crazy and rushed into the restaurant.

"What kind of girl is just a female ghost who has been dead for many years. The smell of carrion, do you smell it? It smells of carrion, it smells of rotting corpses. ”

From beginning to end, Mr. Jerry stood firmly on Zhang Xiaofeng's shoulder, no matter how Zhang Xiaofeng ran and pulled, it did not move at all.