I always thought that I would always be lonely. No one would find me, no one would help me, and no one would hold my hand and walk side by side.
I also always thought that Bingxi would never leave us.
Our group is sitting in the ink cafe. Unlike Bingxi, I can swallow a whole cup of bitter pure coffee, or drink a large bottle of spirits without borrowing other supplies. However, Bingxi is here with us.
She has never been drunk in front of me. I guess she can get drunk, but she just doesn't want us to see her.
"Miss Huang? What are you still doing here?" This is Yuanye, the new waiter here. I smiled. Today I am wearing a yellow chiffon loose top, a white Oxford collar, and light blue tight pants:
"Waiting for someone." The hazelnut almond coffee in the cup is almost cold.
I know a lot has happened recently, frontler, Han Sulie, Mu Fengyu or others, but do you still remember Nangong Ao, that person who was spurned by you, that peerless man who was spurned by you, you don’t know him
How nice and gentle.
"Ding dong -" The glass door was pushed open, and there was no sound. I saw the Mercedes-Benz parked outside the window. He was stepped out of the back seat. The black shirt was very energetic, and he asked the servant to return
In the car, I pushed the wheelchair by myself.
"Master Nangong." They all said respectfully, and I turned my back to the direction he came from.
His voice was still so cold and calm but filled with pride and calmness: "Hello, Miss Huang."
"Hello, Master Nangong." I love him. I can admit it openly, but he will definitely not let me blurt it out so easily.
"What did you want to say when you invited me here today?" His chair was removed and his wheelchair was skillfully moved over. His hair was dark and his eyes were bright.
"I just want to say..."
"By the way, I heard that Xi'er passed away, why didn't you tell me?"
I felt like I had been greatly humiliated: "No, it's because you don't remember. You just blame me for everything."
"Then when I regained my memory, why didn't you tell me the truth? Do you know how important Bingxi is to me? Without her, what's the point of living for me?"
"You still have me! Why is it meaningless?" My eyes were swollen, and I knew it must be ugly and red.
Yuanye, I should have guessed that he likes me. How brave he is, he resolutely wore the simplest white apron and a black uniform with a silver ink logo: "Master Nangong, hello, my name is Yuanye. I am very happy.
Getting to know you."
I saw the provocative taste in Nangong Ao's eyes, which is called bad taste.
"Master Nangong, I hope that if you don't like Miss Huang, you can let go?" Does he think this is a bloody urban romance drama? I like Master Nangong, and Master Nangong likes me, but we torture each other? How naive.
Could it be that he thinks that Bingxi is a supporting role in this story? Omg, it wouldn't be like this even if it were the other way around.
"Oh, do you think I like Huang Mo'er but refuse to tell the truth?"
"Isn't it the story of a bloody rich young man who is a high-ranking official?"
"Your previous girlfriend's?"
"Well. The novel she read."
I watched Nangong Ao give me an unfathomable look, and my heart was beating fast. However, I underestimated his indifference.
"You inspired me to truly die for love. Mufeng will definitely not leave Xiaojing to do this, at least for a while..." I heard his voice...looking at his hurry, I understood
, I really lost him.
And I understand that when I lost him, I would still cry. I looked at my discretionary tears and crossed my eyes. I thought he would leave in front of me, but he was still so cruel and wouldn't give me anything.
An opportunity to reminisce.
The next day, when I woke up, I saw Xiang Liuchou and Lin Caoer by the window. They were younger than me, but they had the legacy left by themselves and their true love. They looked at me with expressionless faces.
: "Mo'er, Bingxi is gone, Ao jumped from the Qibo Building last night..." They still left together, didn't they?
What he didn't finish should be like this: At least for this period of time, she will not be alone on the road to hell. Although she is not afraid of being alone, I will accompany her as if I were accompanying those mistakes I made. We can swallow that together.
Bitter Meng Po soup...
Don’t chase back the dead souls, you and I will live together forever!
My voice was hoarse: "You thought I would like that faded flower and willow? He was just the body and soul that we could still be with at that time. I still like the cute young man at that time..."
Yes, what is left of the soul that has lost love? After love, it is like being riddled with holes.
After they left, I lay on the bed and cried loudly, "Ao, you are so cruel, do you know that?"