Ling Yansen looked at her soaked eyelashes and was stunned. He didn't say anything anymore and just hugged her shoulders tightly. After a long time, he said, "Are you interested in drinking?"
Sure enough, the decadent little head in his arms nodded suddenly. He looked at her black hair and smiled. At this time, wine was undoubtedly the only pleasure for her.
Suddenly remembered.
Four years ago, he stayed in a bar for half a year and earned 5,000 yuan. Then he went south alone and co-founded a small software company. It was called a company, but in fact it was just a bungalow and a few machines. Soon they
The money he invested doubled and he earned back. He was young, frivolous and inexperienced. He was betrayed by his partner and lost his first pot of gold. He was also framed and imprisoned for three months. He will always remember the day he came out of prison.
, the sunshine that had been missing for three months was so dazzling, three months was like a fleeting dream, and in the end, he was still a penniless poor boy.
It took him two months to get home on foot. His mother was sewing cotton wool for someone, and her beautiful black hair was filled with dazzling bits of cotton, which were floating on her melancholy face. But his brother
Sicong came back from school with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
His mother scolded him for being an unfilial son. Why did he come back? Did he think that the family was not poor and chaotic enough? Look at your brother. All his injuries are because you went to jail. He was pointed at and scolded by his classmates all day long. Dad is dead.
The eldest brother is dead, the second brother is in jail, no one wants a little beggar! He was bullied all because of you, you still have the nerve to bring back all the bad luck!
He knelt on the damp ground of the courtyard, just kneeling there, watching his mother quarreling with guests over three cents of wages, looking at the house in a state of poverty, with tiles that could not cover the roof, and rainwater leaking from the center of the house. His brother brought rice soup.
As he drank, he didn't know whether what entered his mouth was the tasteless rice soup or his salty tears.
After that, he didn't go home for two years. It's just that Xu Suyun no longer had to help others sew cotton wool, and the dilapidated rented courtyard house he lived in was transformed into three bedrooms and one living room, four bedrooms and two living rooms, and then a villa. His younger brother Sicong also changed from the worst to worst.
The school was transferred to the best aristocratic school.
No one knew that when he was improving the lives of his mother and younger brother, he stayed in the office and did not take a shower for two months. The lunch boxes he had eaten were piled up in the corner, until one day while eating and staring at the stock market quotes on the computer, he suddenly
When I saw a maggot on the table, I vomited out all the food I had eaten. I counted the money again and again, and picked at it again. I hired a part-time worker and finally got rid of the maggots and cockroaches in the house.
A clean one.
This is Ling Yansen. He is the noble one, he is the arrogant one, he is the spendthrift, and he is the one who is so humble that he cannot be humble anymore...it is also him.
So, what are unwashed tomatoes?
Qing Wu spent a lot of effort, but under Ling Yansen's hard pull, she climbed up the dangerous and narrow iron ladder, and her field of vision suddenly became wider.
The night style on the rooftop was extraordinarily refreshing, and he pulled her loose hair unscrupulously. She raised her head, and her eyes were sparsely filled with stars, as if she could take them off with just a hand.
"The rooftop always makes people feel that they are closest to heaven." She spread out the tablecloth and placed it on the ground, took out the beer from the bag, opened the lid, and drank.
Ling Yansen stood in front. Perhaps it was too dark, which made his slender back look too thin and edgeless, showing a ghostly posture. Judging from his slightly arched back, he looked very lazy. But to her,
On the missing front, his cold expression had changed slightly. His empty eyes, which could hold the entire black sky above his head, narrowed, his thin lips pursed slightly, and his slightly drunken expression seemed to be carefully...
Tasting the profound meaning in the words she said unintentionally.
But as he looked again and again, his dark eyes gradually lost their luster, as if they were covered by an endless black dome and couldn't escape.
"You feel this way, but you haven't studied why, right?" He turned around and put his hands behind his back. The meridians on the back of his hands were very prominent, as if he was exerting force, but the words coming out of his mouth were particularly vague.
Qingwu looked up from a pile of beer cans, her honey-colored lips were stained with yellow liquid and white foam. She was stunned and shook her head.
"The reason I feel close is not because I can reach out and touch the sky, but..." He looked at her deeply and smiled playfully, "As long as you jump down, you will be in the sky the next moment." He walked slowly towards the edge of the rooftop.
, the bulging trousers legs blown by the wind made his whole figure look more elegant. His long legs had already crossed the railing half a man's height and stepped onto the thin low wall outside. In the wind, he
The figure of 1.85 meters stood resolutely, with an indescribable depression. Outside, there was a huge drop, and the faint sound of the horns of cars speeding past on the road a few hundred meters below could be heard.
Qingwu stood up suddenly and shouted to him urgently, "Ling Yansen, what are you doing? Come down quickly! It's not safe, it's dangerous there! Are you a child?"
Ling Yansen blinked at her, his movements were very stiff, and his sculptured face could not express a naughty expression at all. But he actually smiled happily, his eyes were strangely narrowed, and the ends of his eyes were wrinkled. He was obviously smiling, but his personal feelings were different.
Very bitter.
He deliberately shook his body, causing Qingwu to scream, her heart hanging in her throat for a moment, blocking her breathing, making her unable to go up or down.
"Get down here! Do you hear me?" she said angrily.
But he didn't seem to hear it. His forty-four-yard feet were in a straight line, walking back and forth on the low wall with almost no thickness. The buildings were far apart, and the wind was raging, strong and strong, blowing from his noisy shirt.
Weaving back and forth, he tilted his head nervously and looked into the abyss. The vehicles on the road were as thin as ants, and the street lights turned into stars above his head, twinkling and fragile.
Qingwu held her breath and was so out of breath that she kicked the empty wine bottle everywhere. She gasped for air. She didn't understand. He was obviously in danger, but why, when he was about to suffocate and was about to be tossed into hell by fear?
It's me.
"Ah Wu, what are you so afraid of?" His low and wanton voice penetrated her innocent eardrums.