I didn't go home, and the warmest place was now like a shackle to me.

Leaving aside all empty and abstract feelings, it is nothing but a cold house, not fundamentally different from any other house in the world. And the feelings ...... Hehe! Do I still have to talk about it?

Get back? How can it be! The house belongs to Mu Xichun, and I just hurt her hard, how can I live in her house with peace of mind?

Although the moment I turned to leave, the moment I heard Mu Squatting crying bitterly, I already regretted it.

I've seen her cry many times, but I've never seen her cry so sadly. Now that I think about it, every tear she sheds seems to be for me......

Her cries were undoubtedly a blow to my soul and made me torment with remorse, but my humble self-esteem made me cold-blooded, and I couldn't go back and apologize to her anyway.

I know that the reason why Mu Xichun said such things is actually just that he cares about it, if he is someone else, how can he care about what I do?

In fact, what she said was not wrong at all, my reckless behavior of recklessness had nothing to gain at all, except to hurt myself, but also to worry the people who cared about me.

Fighting with others just to vent the frustration in your heart, isn't it naïve or what?

But human emotions are like a beast, once the ferocity is aroused, it cannot be stopped, and I have never been an emotional manager, so how can I restrain the beast in my heart in that situation when I am used to it?

I knew that my words hurt her deeply, what was wrong with her, didn't she care too much about me and rushed to the police station to rescue me? Who else but her could do this?

Thinking of this, I can't help but think of one more thing, why did Xiang Dong obviously promise me to pay a fine to me, but why did Mu Xichun come in the end?

I can't help but be a little angry, thinking that Mu Xichun and I have to pay a lot of responsibility for the current situation.

I took out my phone and wanted to call him to ask him why he wanted to release my pigeon, but when I took out my phone, I found that it was out of battery and turned off.

I closed my eyes in amazement, thinking about it or forgetting it, what obligation did he have to save me? Besides, I know that Xiang Dong is a person, and if he can't leave because of something, he will definitely not talk in vain.

I simply stopped a car and went straight to the bar to the east, it was already past one o'clock in the morning, and there were not many customers at the bar.

I didn't think it would be at the bar at this point in time, but as soon as I entered, I saw him clicking the calculator in the bar.

Seeing him like this, my originally dead heart can't help but be a little angry, where is there a trace of being delayed by urgent matters when he looks calm? It's a shame that I was still making excuses for him in my heart, and it turned out that everything was not what I thought!

He was so engrossed in settling his accounts that he didn't notice me entering the bar until I walked to the bar, and his eyes widened the second he saw me, probably because I was surprised by my appearance.

He turned out of the bar with a nervous expression, his hands on my shoulders and a careful look at my face.

I was very displeased and stretched out my hand to open his arm, frowned and said with a gloomy face: "You promised me, why didn't you go in the end?" You're a friend when you do that? My tone of voice increased, attracting the sideways glances of the drinkers next to me.

Xiang Dong had obviously judged the seriousness of the matter from the wounds on my face and the tone of my voice, and said with a worried look on his face, "Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't know something so serious happened

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, I thought you just had a little physical altercation with someone else, but I didn't expect ......"

"You don't!" I interrupted Xiang Dong. "You're afraid of trouble! You can not go at all if you are afraid of trouble, why do you want to tell Mu Xichun? I stared at him with wide eyes.

"Xichun is your girlfriend, shouldn't she know? I wanted to go with her, but she firmly refused to let me go with me. And I didn't expect you to make it like this, I thought it was just a trivial matter, and it would be fine after paying the fine, but I didn't expect you to make it like this? I'm sorry brother, you really didn't expect it. Xiang Dong's tone was full of apologetic explanations.

I turned around and didn't want to reason too much with him on the subject. In fact, I was in such a bad mood that I didn't even have the desire to vent.

Xiang Dong pulled me by the hand, looked at me with a worried face, and said, "Brother, I don't know what happened to you and Miss Xichun, even if I can't do it properly even if I am brother." But where are you...... Where are you going, I'll send you! ”

I shook off his hand and ignored him, limping outside.

Xiang Dong seemed to want to say something, but finally stopped talking. He knows my temper, and if I don't figure it out, it's useless for anyone to persuade me.

As I walked out of the bar, Xiang Dong caught up again, grabbed my hand and shoved something into my hand. I looked down and saw that it was a key.

"I know you don't want to say it, I won't ask, this is the key to the warehouse behind the bar, I covered your previous things in a plastic bag, they are still clean, if you don't want to go home, you can sleep there temporarily!"

It seems that Xiang Dong still understands me, although I didn't say anything, but he still guessed from my words that I had an unpleasant quarrel with Mu Xichun, and he also knew that I had been living in Mu Xichun's house, and probably knew that I would not go back, so he would make this move.

I glanced up at him and stubbornly returned the key, and though my remaining sanity told me that I needed such a place to live, I stubbornly refused to accept his favor, even if it would lead me to a homeless situation.

"If you still want me to treat you as a brother, leave me alone! I need to be alone to be quiet, and please don't tell Mu Xichun about my whereabouts again! I said in a serious tone

Xiang Dong nodded wordlessly, and I immediately turned and staggered away, hearing Xiang Dong let out a long sigh behind me.

I didn't get very far, in fact I didn't know where to go at the moment! So I simply went to another bar.

The decoration of this bar is very different, the pink style and the atmosphere of the bar seem a little incompatible, at a glance you know that the owner of the bar has his own unique personality, so that the bar has a distinct romantic and warm theme.

Probably too niche, so there are not many customers at the bar, only three or two young people who look like couples sitting around the bar.

There is a piano in the middle of the bar, and a short-haired woman is sitting in front of the piano playing Kevin Cohen's piano song "You?and?Me".

I went to the bar and ordered a dozen beers, and found a lonely corner to pour myself a drink.

Since there is nowhere to go, it is better to get drunk completely, and when you are drunk, you will not care where you are.

I drank wine, thinking about my heart, thinking about what happened today, thinking about Mu Xichun's crying, I only felt uncomfortable in my heart and wanted to cry.

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After Ah Wei came, the sweet way I got along with Mu Xichun became gone, although I knew that Mu Xichun loved me, but it invisibly increased my pressure.

I know very well that my pressure comes from Ah Wei's threat, and there is such a strong opponent who makes me unable to be confident no matter what, so I can't stand Ah Wei because of the injury Mu Xichun treated him a little better.

Now I have to admit that I have low self-esteem, and only people with low self-esteem are extremely sensitive to some details that do not change their nature.

Tonight's conflict is not so much caused by the difference in concepts between me and Mu Xichun, in fact, I am just using the topic to play, I just want to vent the dissatisfaction in my heart, so I do not hesitate to speak out to hurt the person I love deeply.

Now that I think about it, not only am I emotionally inferior, but am I not selfish in personality? It's just that I'm fragile by nature, and although it may be because of the depth of love, I have to admit that I have never been able to appreciate the right way to get along, but I don't know how to use hurt to express love.

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The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I became, pouring glass after glass into my stomach, trying to get myself drunk as soon as possible, but the more I drank, the more sober I became.

I suddenly hated myself, why can't I be more generous, why can't I be more tolerant like a man? Why do you always have to make the woman you love very sad for yourself.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but slap myself in the face, and I burst into tears, and I finally couldn't control my emotions and lay on the table and cried.

The bar gradually quieted down, and the piano music stopped quietly, as if the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

I stopped crying and suddenly looked up, my eyes shining through the tears, as if the world had become illusory.

A figure in front of me gradually became clear from a vague outline, and it turned out to be the short-haired woman who was talking about the piano and sat quietly opposite me at some point.

I looked around and saw that the couples were long gone, and it must have been my crying that shattered the romantic atmosphere and made them feel that this was no longer a good place to fall in love.

There are not many waiters at the moment, and they must be off work. The whole bar was just me and this woman at the moment.

I think she's probably the owner of this room.

In front of me is a very beautiful woman, about thirty years old, with a well-proportioned figure, fair skin, soft appearance, and a slightly mature charm, which sets off her gentleness and modesty just right, giving people a very warm visual effect.

But I was in no mood to appreciate the beauty of this strange woman at the moment, sitting across from me, with a cigarette between her slender fingers, looking at me with a smile on her face.

But I knew from just one look at her that she was a man of stories, and though she hadn't spoken a word yet, I could still determine it from her piercing gaze, but I don't know her story.

I sat up straight and accidentally knocked over the empty wine bottle on the table with my arm, which made a crunch against the bottle.

I struggled to stop the bottles that were rolling around, only to find that my hands were a little unresponsive due to their sluggishness.

A bottle finally rolled to the floor and shattered with a thud as I watched me.

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