The ticket sales lady looked up at her and thought this middle-aged woman was very beautiful.
Although there are obvious wrinkles on her face, her eyes are very bright when she smiles, which adds a bit of color to her whole person.
"Mu Sirong?"
"Yes, my name is Mu Sirong." The middle-aged woman nodded with a smile.
The ticket sales lady took notes and said without raising her head: "There is a flight to City H at two o'clock, the total cost is 2,480 yuan..."
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Rong Shaoze did not send anyone to find Lin Xinlan.
He didn't know why, this time, he didn't think about using his power to find her, nor did he think about imprisoning her tyrannically.
Because he knew that her heart was no longer with him, and no matter what he did, nothing could be restored, and it would be counterproductive.
Besides, he loved her so much that he couldn't bear to make her suffer.
Since she feels that she will be better off if she leaves him, just leave...
As long as she can really live a better life.
Xiao Cong also knew that his mother was gone. He cried at home for three days and looked for her everywhere. In the end, he had to accept the fact that his mother really didn't want him anymore...
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A month has passed.
This period of time can be said to be long or short.
But for some people, it is as long as a century, and every day and every second is painful.
Even, it completely changes people's appearance and no longer resembles their former selves.
In the private room of Meiye Bar, Rong Shaoze was leaning against the sofa in dejection, holding a wine bottle in his hand, like a man who hadn't drank for several days, and kept pouring wine into his mouth.
Tao Hua couldn't stand it anymore, so he stepped forward and snatched the bottle away, saying helplessly: "Stop drinking. If you drink any more, you will get alcohol poisoning."
Rong Shaoze looked at him sideways and smiled lightly.
His smile was cold, with just a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were like thousands of years of ice, cold and hard without any ripples.
Propping himself up, he grabbed the other wine bottles on the table and took another big gulp into his mouth.
"You really want to die, don't you?" Tao Hua took away his bottle again.
Rong Shaoze leaned heavily on the sofa and stopped picking up the wine bottle.
The shirt on his body was a bit messy and he was full of alcohol, but his eyes were clear and his words were unambiguous.
"Do you know what the highest state of an alcoholic is? That is drinking every day, all the time, with nothing in mind but alcohol. And my biggest ambition is to become an alcoholic!"
Tao Hua understood what he meant.
He wanted to use alcohol to numb his nerves and make him forget about Lin Xinlan and the pain, so that he would not feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to die.
He looked at him and said calmly: "What you said is complete nonsense. In addition to drinking, there are also many things in an alcoholic's mind such as eating, sleeping, dressing, going to the toilet, walking, talking, etc. There is only alcohol...
And if you just drink alcohol, you will die of alcohol poisoning within a day. I am a medical student, and I know more than you."
Rong Shaoze laughed and did not argue with him.
It's just that he laughs louder and louder, and has a tendency to be unable to stop.
Tao Hua looked at him speechlessly, but felt a deep sense of guilt in his heart.
He must be a bit responsible for what he is like now...
Finally, Rong Shaoze had enough laughter.
He stopped, put his hands on his shoulders, stared at him and asked, "I'm curious about something."
