It's raining again today, and the light rain is like a huge heater overturned in the sky, "whirring" spraying water mist quietly, and sometimes a few water droplets will drip out and fall into the puddle on the ground, making a "pop" sound.

The program planned by the cloud company was forced to cancel the recent plan, and it was at this time that I realized that the boy who died suddenly was not the first, and there were several before him.

"This is really scary!" Lin'er flipped through the newspaper in her hand, while eating a snack, she muttered a greasy little mouth, and muttered critically, "It's a pity that so many handsome guys died in one event!"

As she spoke, she waved her hand in my direction, and the newspaper in her hand seemed to come to life, flickering onto the table in front of me, and spread out one of the pages, the title on which read, "XX Company Live Draft, Frequent Murders", and the following article also attached information about several of the dead boys by the way.

Kang Ziqi, male, 26 years old, a graduate student of Fudan University in Shanghai, died a month ago, the place of death was next to the train station, and the cause of death was suicide by lying on the rails.

Looking at the sunny and energetic face in the photo, this is really a good young man, just gone!

After drinking a glass of wine, my mind suddenly fluctuated, so I pinched my fingers and suddenly understood.

Shaking his head, he stood up and picked a leaf from the small plant on the window, returned to the table and sat down, and threw it into the jug, and a fresh green rose and fell in the wine.

Then I turned around and took a piano from the desk, and I sat cross-legged on the couch and began to play the tune at random.

"Princess, what's wrong with you?"

Lin'er seemed to think the tune was too weird, so she came over with a snack plate and sat down across from me, looking me up and down with a pair of dark eyes.

Sighing softly, I didn't answer, just continued to play, glancing out the window from time to time.

After repeating the sound of the piano a few times, the wind chimes on the door finally rang, and with the sound of elegant high heels hitting the ground, a slender woman with a smoky face stepped into my store in a trance, with a smile in her eyes, but, no matter how I looked, I felt that the smile in her eyes was too much like a flower, a stunning flower that was about to bloom and decay.

"Come on, just sit down!"

As I spoke, I only glanced at Lin'er with my eyes, and she stood up obediently and gave up her place to the woman who came in the door.

"You, your piano is so good!"

She rubbed her hands nervously, unaware that she seemed very nervous.

Stopping my hand playing with the strings, I picked up the flask on the table, filled a white porcelain cup with a steaming green wine, and handed it over.

glanced at me, and then looked at Lin'er, who was curious, her smile was even more sad, but it was not beautiful, she hesitated to pick up the wine glass, put it to the side of the red lips, took a sip gently, and frowned slightly.

"It's bitter!"

"Life is like wine, sweet or bitter, isn't it all brewed by yourself!"

I poured another glass for Lin'er, and I motioned for her to drink it too.

This girl has always been afraid of bitter taste, but she still stubbornly closed her eyes and went down in one mouthful.

"Uh, it's not bitter, it's sweet!"

"How is this possible?"

The woman didn't believe it, and took another sip of it, but it was still bitter and sour.

"It has been said, this wine is like life, if you mix honey, it will be sweet, if you cast bitter fruit, it will be bitter!"

I also poured a glass of wine, and after drinking it all, my brows were slightly frowned, although it was not bitter and unpalatable, but it was also sour to my heart.

"I ......"

Filling her with wine again, I smiled lightly and stroked the strings again.

"If you believe me, pour out all the pain in your heart, if you don't believe me, then please leave now!"

She is a person with a story, and if she doesn't leave the story today, then she will never be able to escape the guilt in her heart in the future.

After staring at me intently for a long time, she bit her lower lip, then raised her glass and drank it down, then put the glass on the table, and began to tell the story.

"My name is Luo Zi'er, and I've done something I shouldn't have done......."

......

In the midsummer of 5 years ago, 21-year-old Kang Ziqi came to Shanghai with a simple luggage that could be described as simple, holding a graduate admission notice, and walked along the railway endlessly, until he had the courage in his heart again, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Luo Zier's phone.

"Zi'er, I said I would come to you, you come and pick me up, if you don't come after a while, then you will never see me!"

Kang Ziqi understands in his heart that a dignified man should not play this kind of woman's small tricks, but he also knows that if he doesn't use this most direct and simple method, he may never see his beloved again in this life.

About an hour later, Luo Zi'er, who was full of anxiety and a little angry, still appeared in front of him, and tears welled up in tears when she saw him.

Kang Ziqi wanted to hug her into his arms in distress, but he didn't want to be deftly dodged, and then he saw her holding the other hand in her hand, as well as the owner of that hand, the man with an elegant face who had been standing behind her.

He looked at him in a daze, stunned for a while, and instinctively he raised his face.

Who this person is, he knows in his heart who is in front of him.

When Luo Zier decided to break up with herself on the phone, she mentioned that she already had a new boyfriend, and the conditions were very good in all aspects, and at that time, she had said such things to herself.

"Ziqi, don't look for me anymore, study hard, forget me, I already have a fiancé, forget me!"

It's just that Kang Ziqi just replied lightly: "You wait for me, I will definitely be admitted!"

That year, he failed the graduate school entrance examination and lost the opportunity to go to Shanghai, but now, he chose to repeat his studies and was successfully admitted. Kang Ziqi decided that he not only wanted to go to the school of his dreams, but also to win back the girl he loved.

When the three of them met, no one was embarrassed. Along the way, Luo Zier didn't look at him, but was held by her boyfriend's little hand, and the two of them kept walking in front.

Kang Ziqi dragged his broken suitcase like that, staring at their hands holding together, his eyes were slightly swollen, and he felt distressed as if he was being trampled under his feet.

The woman in front of her was his first love, and the love of his life, but now, she no longer depends on herself, for her, she is just an outdated object, disliked by fashionable and fashionable women.

Luo Zier's boyfriend drove his luxury car and sent Kang Ziqi to school and into the dormitory. After putting the luggage away, he whispered a few words in Luo Zi'er's ear, and then withdrew from the dormitory first.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Zi'er slapped the table heavily, and it seemed that she had endured it to the limit.

"Kang Ziqi, we have broken up, do you understand, the life I want, you can't give it!"

And Kang Ziqi was tepid, and he didn't show any squealness, but just said lightly.

"Love is a matter of two people, even if you break up, you have to agree to it, I understand everything, but how do you know that I can't give you the life you want, have you forgotten the scarf you knitted for me, the first meal you cooked for me, you also said that you want to be my most beautiful bride, you have to guard my life, at that time you were a freshman, I was a junior, graduated, you went back to Shanghai, I said I was going to graduate school, you said you would wait for me, did you forget?"

I don't know why, Luo Zi'er's boyfriend folded back and grabbed her shoulder, which was already trembling slightly.

Kang Ziqi stopped talking, but with a bitter smile on his face, he let the man's tears that never flicked slide down his cheeks one by one, however, his eyes were still sharp, through the thick curtain of tears, staring at the hand holding his shoulder. It's just that the hand is pulling hard, and the shoulder is struggling desperately.

"Let's go!"

In the end, Kang Ziqi still let go of such a sentence and turned around to see off the guests.

“......”

I don't know what happened behind him, but after a burst of leather shoes, two slender arms were wrapped around his waist.

"Come with me, don't live in the school!"

Luo Zier said.

It was also in the winter of that year that she learned that Kang Ziqi unexpectedly got a large inheritance, and it was also in the winter of that year that they bought a house in Shanghai, went to the Maldives for their honeymoon, and married in a low-key manner.

......

Speaking of this, Luo Zi'er's face showed a happy smile, and there were even some tears oozing from her smile.

The corners of Lin'er's mouth twitched, and she glanced at the newspaper that was still spread out on the table, and her eyes fell on Kang Ziqi's still handsome but colorless black and gray photo.

"You, you, the Kang Ziqi you said, should you, should not, that is, it's him, right?"

Nodding, Luo Zi'er seemed to be still immersed in that kind of happiness, tears flowing wantonly on her face.

"Your wine here is delicious!"

This time, instead of passing through my hand, she filled her glass and drank it without even thinking about it.

Looking at her frightened appearance, I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart: If this person is crazy, it will be anything strange, and it will not be strange!

"If you drink too much, it will hurt your body!"

Seeing that she had already drunk several glasses in a row but still wanted to refill, I smiled faintly and held her hand holding the pot.

"What if it hurts? I want to get drunk every day, but no matter how I drink, I don't get drunk, and your wine makes me a little drunk, please, just let me drink enough?"

Perhaps her eyes were so sad that I unconsciously let go of the hand holding the flask.