Chapter 71: How, Die (3)

Lin Yangyang was not curious: "High enough to have money to buy a car?"

I said, "No, he has the car." The Cheng family is really rich, with several cars worth millions, and even a limited edition off-white Rolls-Royce Phantom, which is said to be tens of millions. Even the chef who goes to buy groceries also has his own car. ”

Lin Yangyang sighed: "Xiao Ke, you can meet Cheng Yifei, it's really lucky." ”

What Lin Yangyang said, why not?

If I hadn't met Cheng Yifei, if I had been doing "women's body sheng" in a Japanese restaurant, maybe this time, I would have been "invited" to the police station and fined 5,000 yuan. If that is the case, where do I find someone to bail me out? What about me, a fine of $5,000?

Lin Yangyang raised the cup, tilted his head high, and then "gurgled", poured the remaining half of the cup of "Pink Beauty" into his mouth, and dried it up.

Probably drank too quickly, Lin Yangyang choked, and suddenly coughed violently, coughing until tears, snot, and saliva were flying. Coughing and coughing, Lin Yangyang burst into tears:

"Xiao Ke, you say, what is the meaning of human life? I think, there is no meaning at all, I often think, if I die, maybe maybe, it will really be a hundred, there is no need to be so troubled, and there is no need to be so sad. ”

I also drank the "Pink Beauty" in the cup.

"Pretty in Pink" is a mixture of lemon juice, pomegranate syrup, and vodka, which has the sourness of lemon juice, the sweetness of pomegranate syrup, and the spicy taste of vodka.

I didn't have a lot of alcohol, I couldn't drink, a glass of "Pretty in Pink" went down, I was slightly drunk, and I felt a hot, strong, spicy, burning pain rolling in my stomach.

I raised my hand and called for the waiter:

"Two more cups of Pretty in Pink. ”

"Pretty in Pink" soon returned. Lin Yangyang asked me while drinking: "Xiao Ke, if you really want to die, what way do you say?"

I tilted my head back, squinting a pair of misty eyes. I don't know why, the feeling of sadness hit my heart unexpectedly, and my whole person, inexplicably floating on top of melancholy, under sadness, deep helplessness and dazedness, like an iron pendant, heavy pressure on my heart.

I actually said, "Jumping off a building!" is the most straightforward way to jump. ”

Lin Yangyang hesitated: "What if you are not afraid of jumping off the building, but you become crippled? ”

"You can run to the higher building and jump. I thought about it, and then I said it again.

"Jumping down from a building at a high point, wouldn't it be a dead meat oar?" Lin Yangyang was worried: "When the time comes, it will be torn apart, and the body will not be complete, how ugly it will be." No, no, no, I hope that even if I die, I will die beautifully. ”

"Cut your wrists. "I thought of something else. As if I was looking for a way to die, I said, "Cut your wrists, let the blood drain and die." ”

"Isn't it painful?" Lin Yangyang frowned tightly: "It should be very painful, I'm afraid of pain." ”

"It's okay to hang yourself. "I'll say it again.

"Hanged himself, his tongue sticked out and became a ghost, is it that his tongue can't be retracted?" Lin Yangyang worried.

"That eats rat poison. I said, "Otherwise, it's okay to drink dichlorvos." ”

"I heard that eating those, my stomach hurt terribly, and the time when I was about to die was very painful. Lin Yangyang shook his head over, and shook it again, still hesitating: "With my life, it's painful enough, and it's still painful at the moment of death, and I'm really unwilling." ”

I glanced at her: "I'm afraid of tigers and wolves, I can't do this, and I'm worried about that." Do you want to die? If not, then live well, live until you die naturally. ”

Lin Yangyang's face was sad: "But I still want to die, there is no joy in life at all." ”

Yes, life is not fun at all - since Jiang Ziyu became a vegetative person, I have often thought like this. Sometimes, in the dead of night, I didn't think about it, if I died, I could be a hundred? Even, I still thought, hugged Jiang Ziyu, jumped from a tall building, not to be born on the same day of the same month, but to die on the same day of the same month.

Lin Yangyang and I, you and I, chattered for most of the night, and then it was late at night and the wine was enough, so the two hugged each other and staggered out of the bar.

(To be continued)