I don’t want to sing any more. I have already sung enough today! I didn’t expect that I would let the eldest lady loose in the end. I don’t know if she will skin me tomorrow.
Chu Chu doesn’t know what happened, is she going to move away?
Mu Xue actually agreed to my move...
And that annoying phone number that came back just now...
It seems that there are many complicated things intertwined together and woven into an airtight web.
Why do I like games?
Because the game is very simple, there is only one thing you can do, and that is to become stronger!
And when I left the simplicity of the game world and returned to the reality of this society, I found that no matter how I tried to escape, I would still have to face it in the end.
Facing the violent slamming of the door on that rainy winter; Facing Xi Yan’s back in the sunset when she cruelly left; Facing the partners around me falling apart due to various reasons in life.
Maybe it's because I'm not strong enough yet, so every blow leaves me with such a fresh memory that I can't get rid of it.
Ghost Yaksha once told me that life betrayed him, so he hated living in reality. He would rather walk alone in the dark night and live in a lonely corner than have anything to do with this cruel society.
relationship.
So his life is very simple, with a small room of less than ten square meters, a box of uneaten instant noodles, a small bed only 0.5 meters wide and a CD by Wang Feng.
The only person he trusted and talked to was me, but I still left! Maybe he is even more ruthless with the knife in his hand!
It can also be heard that the monk was hysterically imitating Wang Feng's "Beijing Beijing", which is a song that can sing the mood of countless fat people who are still faltering on the road of ideals.
"...The cafe is three blocks from the square, just like the distance between neon lights and the moon. People are comforting and hugging each other in the struggle, looking for and chasing the dying dreams. We laugh here, we cry here; we are here
Live and die here!..."
At this time, I really want to scold the monk: You *** are really good at choosing songs! You can’t sing the artistic conception, but I *** can hear it!
Suddenly I want to smoke a cigarette!
I don't usually smoke!
Murong Mingyue handed over a pack of soft Chinese medicine and said: "Smoke it!"
I took out one and said, "How did you know I wanted to smoke?"
Murong glanced at the misty moon in the sky, and to my surprise, he said with a hint of sadness: "My dad smokes one every time he listens to this song! Your back just now is very similar to his!"
I took the lighter from her and lit it.
What I’m drawing is not Chinese, but artistic conception!
But I didn't expect that the person who could stand beside me and hand me a cigarette when I was upset was actually this violent woman who usually seemed to have a very bad temper.
Although we live together, I can only say that I really don't understand them.
Although Murong Mingyue looks fierce on the surface, she is actually very careful. Although Mu Xue looks strong, she is actually very fragile on the inside. Chu Chu looks weak but may be very persistent on the inside.
Or life is like a variety show. Everyone has their own unknown story hidden deep in their hearts, and what they show to others may just be an insincere smile.
Alas, it’s not easy for everyone!
I smoked quietly. I didn't really smoke, I just liked the feeling of smoke. Maybe this could bring me a little peace of mind.
Murong Mingyue also stood beside me quietly and looked at the moonlight.
That damn phone rang again, ruining this rare moment of peace.
I picked it up and looked at the number that I had not saved but could not forget, and was about to delete it.
Murong Mingyue suddenly said quietly: "...He is no longer here!"
My heart suddenly and painfully twitched, and my finger that had moved to the hang-up button inexplicably stopped and moved to the answer button.
"Hello?"
"Xiao Lin! Come to the People's Hospital quickly, your dad has just entered the operating room! Don't you want to see him for the last time even if you die?" On the other end of the phone, my woman who should be called my stepmother cried hysterically.
shouted.
I rushed out of the door, and the voice of Zi Qidong came from behind: "Hey, third brother, where are you going?"
Anxiety, restlessness, hesitation.
For the first time, I felt that five hours was so difficult!
I stand up and sit down again and again, feeling restless and restless. No matter what I do, I feel that the anxiety in my heart has nowhere to go. I am useless and there is nothing I can do.
After being away from home for seven years, I never called home, never sent a greeting, and never cared about what happened to him.
After the college entrance examination, I ran back home from the sea of clouds, but only received two pieces of bad news: My mother is gone! My father lives with another woman!
Since then, I have never been back home, and I have not studied in a single school. Instead, I chose a third-rate TV university in a small city far away from the sea of clouds and studied the cheapest major.
The money he gave me, the annual registration fee and living expenses, was almost 100,000, and I didn’t use any of it!
"Brother, drink some water!" My fictitious sister handed me the drink and said, "Uncle will be fine!"
She has grown up so much. When I saw her that year, she was only fourteen years old, and she was still a childish child who was in the third grade of junior high school! Unexpectedly, after not seeing her for so many years, she has grown tall and graceful. Look.
He looks like he's in college.
I took the water and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you!"
She carried a whole bag of water and distributed it one by one, shouting: "Sister, drink water! Brother, drink water!"
When I came out just now, Zi Qidong came with me. He is the most excited and the fastest one when something happens. He and I got in a taxi together. Mu Xue and the others called through Zi Qidong from behind.
Contact the person who drove.
I stood up and said, "You'd better go back!"
Zi Qidong said familiarly: "Third brother, we are brothers! How can we leave if my uncle has something to do? We have been waiting for five hours, and there is still a little time left?"
The monk also said honestly: "That's right! We often do things like staying up late. It's only after three o'clock! I'm energetic! It's okay!"
Apart from them, there was a fresh and beautiful beauty sitting on the bench outside the operating room, Miss Ren, who I had let off. It seemed that after I let her off, she called Mu Xue angrily.
, knowing that we were at Huangting No. 1, she came over with a kitchen knife, but she was in vain again. I happened to go to the hospital at that time, so she came with Mu Xue and the others.
My stepmother was fine when she saw me and Zi Qidong coming over at first, but then three or four beauties came over one after another, which was quite a surprise. In terms of appearance, each one was prettier than the other, and it was enough to dazzle others.
If I hadn't been in the hospital at the door of the operating room, my stepmother would have asked me who my girlfriend was!
"Miss Ren, aren't you going to come back either?" I said helplessly.
The person lying in the operating room is my father. Why are they all here to join in the fun?
Ren Xiaoyu crossed her arms and acted like I won't leave even if they don't leave. She rolled her eyes at me and said, "What can I do if I go back? My account is in the dungeon, and I can't beat him alone!"
My nominal sister was handing out water next to me. Suddenly her outstretched hand stopped and looked at Ren Xiaoyu in surprise, and then looked at me with wide eyes.
I was still confused. She was originally going to hand the water to Ren Xiaoyu, but her hand was stretched out to take it, but she stopped halfway and looked at me, making Miss Ren's hand stop in mid-air. She was terribly embarrassed.
!
At this moment, a running sound came from the end of the empty corridor, and a girl with long hair and a black backpack suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs, holding on to the wall, panting, and shouted in a rough voice:
