The night was deep, starry, and dark clouds drifted in the wind, blocking the pale moonlight. It was misty, and it seemed like it was about to rain.
The lights in the park are a little dim, and couples can be seen walking hand in hand on the vibrant green lawn. Some elderly people are practicing dance in the square dozens of meters wide.
It is summer, and from 7 to 9 o'clock in the evening, Mohe Park is an extremely prosperous time. Vendors setting up stalls and open-air karaoke will all start selling in Mohe Park.
On a wooden chair in a corner, a man with disheveled hair, stubble all over his face, and somewhat cloudy eyes held a cigarette in his hand and took a few puffs from time to time.
His frowning brows and dirty face were incompatible with the extremely lively crowd at this time.
When the men and women coming and going saw the man, they couldn't help but take a few steps back and point.
The man didn't care about the discussion of these men and women. He picked up the remaining half of the beer next to him, drank a few sips, lowered his head again, and smoked.
As time goes by, all this continues in a cycle.
Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people in the park, until finally, even the lights gradually went out, the sound disappeared, and time seemed to stand still. Only the man remained in that position, sitting on the wooden chair, smoking,
drink wine.
rustle!
There was some hesitation and some hasty contradictory footsteps, breaking the tranquility here.
"Ye Ming."
The voice was a little hoarse, but with a hint of softness, and the tone was mixed with a little helplessness, a little excitement, and a little sigh.
The man's shoulders were shaken, but he did not raise his head. He just clamped the cigarette with his index finger, and the force unknowingly increased. The unfinished cigarette was slowly crushed by him and extinguished. Even the butt of the cigarette was a little hot to his hands, but he did not notice at all.
Sleep.
The footsteps sounded from far to near, and finally stopped in front of the man.
Although she didn't raise her head, she could still see the green-blue dress made of pure gauze. The dress was somewhat transparent, and the delicate snow-white legs could be vaguely seen. Under the gauze dress, the white jade feet were glowing with a gleaming luster.
Wrapped in a pair of white Nanni sandals.
"One, two, three...thirty-eight."
The voice was soft, but mixed with a deep sense of helplessness. After a moment of pause, he said softly: "In four hours, you smoked thirty-eight cigarettes."
silence.
The man didn't seem to hear anything and picked up the beer bottle next to him. Suddenly he found that he had drunk all the box of beer he had brought in without even knowing it.
"Let's go home, okay?" The woman's voice was trembling, as if she was trying her best not to cry.
"go home?"
The man moved for a moment, then finally raised his head and stared at the woman's beautiful face. After looking at it for a long time, he suddenly smiled and said, "Do I still have a home?"
The woman's delicate body trembled, and she took a few steps back. She tried her best to hold back her tears and said softly: "Ye Ming, what happened in the past is in the past. We should all make a beautiful starting point for the next half of our lives.
Don't you think so? Some things have passed and can never come back."
In the end, the woman still couldn't hold back. Before she finished speaking, her crystal eyes slowly slipped from her starry eyes.
"Qingya, don't cry."
The man slowly stood up and looked up at the beautiful woman in front of him, as if he wanted to imprint her face in his mind forever.
"We should all give ourselves and each other a beautiful starting point."
The man grinned and said with a smile: "I used to be degenerate, unbearable, arrogant, and had no sense of responsibility. I know that I am not worthy of you."
The woman's shoulders were shaking constantly, and the tears in her eyes made two tear tracks along her fair and beautiful face.
"Today, the last day, the last night, I call you Qingya for the last time."
The man stepped forward slowly, ignoring his dirty hands, and gently wiped away the tears on the woman's face, and said with a smile: "I wish you happiness."
After saying that, the man looked at the woman again for a while, finally took a deep breath, turned around and left.
The woman's crying gradually changed from a whimper to a loud cry.
She really wanted to go up and hold him and tell him that she loved him very much and didn't want to leave him. But thinking of the past, for ten years, the woman's footsteps finally stopped.
On the Mohe Bridge, looking at the woman's disappearing figure in the darkness, the man's turbid eyes were a little red, his lips were biting tightly, and traces of tooth marks slowly appeared on his lips. His clothes, which were already somewhat tattered, unknowingly...
It was pulled to pieces by him.
"I'm getting married tomorrow..."
The man's face relaxed, he squatted on the ground, and murmured: "Ye Ming, you are a waste, you are a loser! The girl who has been with you for ten years, in the end, still married someone else, waste! Completely
Complete trash!"
"Boom~"
The sky, which was already dark, suddenly started thundering, silvery-white lightning flashed across the sky, and sparse raindrops began to fall slowly.
"God, even you see my joke, don't you?"
The man looked up at the sky, his face gradually getting wet from the rain, which seemed to be mixed with some crystal objects different from the rain.
His name is Ye Ming. After graduating from college, he accomplished nothing. He was addicted to online games and street fights all day, so that now, the girl he has been with for ten years since his senior year is getting married. And this groom,
But not myself.
When he heard the news that Wang Qingya was going to get married, Ye Ming felt a buzz in his head, and the world was spinning, as if he had been struck by lightning.
At this moment, he thought of every detail of the past ten years. He did not blame Wang Qingya for hiding from him and being with another man. He did not blame her for hiding from him and about to get married.
Because Wang Qingya has no choice, she needs money, needs to treat her brother's illness, and needs to pay for her sister's living expenses, but she is just a company employee with a monthly salary of more than 2,000!
Even with a monthly salary of more than 2,000, Wang Qingya still saves some to cover her own living expenses.
Ten years ago, she was so beautiful, so fresh and refined, so pitiable.
But at this time, he was so thin, even his face was a little pale, and he had a vague sense of illness.
She is too tired...
The first thing Ye Ming thought was that he was wrong, and once he made a mistake, it would last ten years!
In the past ten years, it was not that Wang Qingya had not talked to herself. She had told her softly, and she had also argued with him. Even though she knew that his brother was sick and that his sister had to pay for school, she had never worked hard.
Everything in the past can't be undone. Those rumors, those accusations, pale in comparison to the pain in Ye Ming's heart at this moment.
"You're thirty-three, Qingya, you really should get married..."
Dragging his staggering footsteps, Ye Ming walked out of the Mohe Bridge. His figure was a little tired. As he passed the highway, he didn't notice at all that a fiery red Ferrari was approaching.
"laugh!!!"
The extremely harsh sound of brakes brought Ye Ming back from his regret. He frowned and turned to look at the luxury car parked in front of him, which was just a short distance away from hitting him.
"Asshole, don't you have eyesight? You didn't see a car passing by here. Are you looking for death?"
The door of the Ferrari opened and two people stepped out, a man and a woman. The man was handsome and the woman was dressed up in a colorful and very coquettish way. When he saw Ye Ming's ragged appearance, the young man frowned and immediately started to curse.
The coquettishly dressed woman played with a black touch-screen mobile phone in her hand and muttered: "I don't know what the almanac is today. I obviously wanted to test this solar cell phone, but I didn't expect that despite the cloudy weather, I almost killed a beggar.
It’s really unlucky.”
Ye Ming frowned. He was in no mood to argue with these two people and turned to leave.
"stop!"
But the young man shouted: "I almost got into a car accident. Do you want to leave so easily?"
Ye Ming paused. He was already agitated. He glanced at the young man and said in a low voice: "Then what do you want?"
"How about it? Hmph, get through me and I'll let you go. Otherwise, let someone collect the body for you now! Don't think I'm scaring you. Killing a person is no different from killing an ant."
The young man pointed at his crotch and threatened.
Ye Ming frowned. He could guess that this must be another second-generation rich man or a second-generation official. Regarding his words, Ye Ming did not doubt that in today's society, as long as you have money, you can do anything.
.
The woman looked on with interest, but she was not too surprised. It should be commonplace.
Ye Ming took a deep breath, turned around slowly, and walked towards the young man.
"Haha, that's right!" The young man saw Ye Ming coming and laughed wildly.
Walking in front of the young man, Ye Ming kept his steps steady. The young man's face showed displeasure, and when he was about to speak, Ye Ming suddenly punched out, hitting the young man's left eye directly.
"ah!!"
A scream like a slaughtering pig came from the young man's mouth. It seemed that he had never been treated like this before. He covered his eyes and kept rolling miserably on the spot.
Ye Ming used all his strength in this punch. Over the years, he had often fought and fought, and he had already developed good skills. It was not a problem to hit four or five people at once. This punch was enough to blind the young man.
Glancing at the man lying on the ground, Ye Ming looked at the woman. Although the woman was dressed in a fancy dress, she had to say that she looked really good.
It was now close to eleven o'clock in the evening. There were only Ye Ming and three others on the entire road. The man was beaten to the ground. Seeing Ye Ming's eyes, the woman couldn't help but take a few steps back tremblingly.
Ye Ming narrowed his eyes, slowly stepped forward, and said in a low voice: "Take off your clothes."
The woman was startled. She instantly thought of the tragic scene that would follow. She couldn't help but take a few steps back and begged: "No... don't."
"Do you want to take it off or not?"
Ye Ming took a few steps forward and grabbed her, his eyes flashing with cold light.
The woman was trembling all over and looked at the man for help. When she saw blood flowing from his eyes, she became even more frightened and tremblingly took off all her clothes.
This woman has an extremely hot figure. No wonder she can be with such a rich second generation who drives a Ferrari. If she says she is useless, she is just kidding.
Ye Ming just glanced at it and didn't care at all. He threw it on the front of the Ferrari, took off his somewhat shabby clothes and pants, and forced himself on the woman.
The gradually increasing gasps came out from Ye Ming's throat. He didn't care how this woman looked or what her figure was. What he wanted to do now was to vent, endless venting.
And the woman's struggle and resistance at the beginning gradually turned into catering. Her violent gasps, mixed with the man's miserable howl, echoed in this rainy night.
With a very high-pitched gasp, Ye Ming pushed the woman aside, put on his clothes and left.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on the mobile phone on the ground.
"Solar phone?"
Ye Ming paused, stepped forward, picked it up, and kicked it into his pocket.
"Boom~"
At this moment, there was a loud noise in the air, and a thunder and lightning as thick as a bucket quickly magnified in the eyes of Ye Ming, the woman, and the man.
At this moment, the three of them forgot to breathe, and their bodies even froze in place.
"boom!"
The thunder and lightning hit the fiery red Ferrari directly, and there was a shocking explosion. Its strong impact and extremely hot temperature instantly blasted the three of them more than ten meters away. Ye Ming's body was even directly blasted.
broken……
…
Early the next morning, major TV stations reported that Li Jingxuan, the only son of Li Minghai, secretary of the National People's Congress, had died inexplicably last night. According to the investigation, the cause of death was tentatively determined to be an explosion in a sports car.
Based on the ID cards and other body parts at the scene, it was determined that those who died together were Li Jingxuan’s girlfriend Chen Yaorao, and an ordinary citizen, Ye Ming.
ps: After a year of immersion, Xiaozhu is back! Brothers and sisters, I solemnly ask for collections and recommendation votes. This is related to Xiaozhu’s future path and the future path of "Super Game". Come all~~
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