Yang Chen stood by the window and smoked one cigarette after another, thinking a lot.
The otaku Zhang Zhiqiang was still facing the computer, typing on the keyboard and cursing: "Damn it, you are scolding me endlessly. I can tell you are the author at a glance. When I know which book you wrote, I will curse you to death."
Yang Chen frowned. He was already worried. He became more and more irritated by Zhang Zhiqiang's words. He took two puffs of cigarette to curb the urge to get angry and control his anger. Martial arts practitioners and special forces must possess the psychological quality, otherwise it will be quite dangerous to others and themselves.
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Zhang Zhiqiang had no consciousness and was still mumbling and cursing to himself. Yang Chen shook his head and sighed, turned around, put out the cigarette butt, and said to Zhang Zhiqiang: "Zhiqiang, is it useful for you to curse?"
"Boss, you don't know how annoying and evil this bastard is. From the first day I published my new book, he came to my book review section and scolded me while reading my book. He must be an author who is jealous of me.
"Zhang Zhiqiang gritted his teeth and looked extremely angry. Even when he was scolded in his book review section, he had to pretend to be tolerant and generous. As a master of harsh words on the Internet, writer Zhang almost felt hurt.
Yang Chen was amused by Zhang Zhiqiang, what a big deal, why was he so angry?
Yang Chen didn't know much about the literary world, but one thing he had seen through very early on was that it was extremely sad to be in this world and no one saw you as a thorn in your side. He walked up to Zhang Zhiqiang and said: "Zhiqiang, it's not necessarily a bad thing if someone scolds you."
Son, it doesn’t matter whether they are readers or authors, it means that someone continues to pay attention to you, which is a good thing. If you have strength and talent, the scoldings of three or five people will not cover your edge, so just calm down."
Zhang Zhiqiang frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded slowly, feeling that what Yang Chen said made sense. Grandpa Mao was praised and criticized, so he was nothing. Just scold him.
Seeing that Zhang Zhiqiang had an epiphany, Yang Chen thought that this kid was not hopeless, but he was distracted today and was not in the mood to be Writer Zhang's spiritual mentor. He went to the bathroom to wash up and went to bed. Several other people came back late due to appointments.
A friend asked him to play CS, but he refused with a smile.
That night, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
His former lover found himself in this situation, and he had mixed feelings.
The next morning, Wu Jie called and said that everything was ready. A helicopter from the Army Aviation Regiment was on standby at any time. Yang Chen did not thank his old comrades or say any kind words, but joked with each other and hung up the phone.
Yang Chen wanted to go to the hospital to find Li Nan. No matter what, he had to send Li Nan off today. Just as he was about to leave, a call came from an unfamiliar number.
Yang Chen picked up the answer and heard it was Sister Qiao's voice. Sister Qiao was crying out of breath and choked up: "Li Nan, Li Nan took a lot of sleeping pills and the rescue was ineffective."
"What?!"
Yang Chen felt like he was struck by lightning. Sister Qiao on the other end of the phone cried and repeated it before he was sure that he heard it correctly. Li Nan committed suicide by taking sleeping pills. He was caught off guard by the sudden change.
how so!
Yang Chen cried out sadly in his heart.
The heart-wrenching feeling of being helpless almost made him suffocate. A young life, a girl who left him a beautiful memory, just left like this? He calmed down, rushed out of the dormitory, drove a Wrangler off-road vehicle, and drove wildly all the way.
, rushed to the hospital.
Hospital operating room.
The two doors opened, and the medical staff rolled out the stretcher bed. Li Nan was covered by a white cloth. Her mother Liu Yulan and her brother Li Bing rushed to her and burst into tears. Sister Qiao and several sisters from the nightclub also cried into tears. They were separated from each other, and their lives were different.
Nothing is more tragic than this.
Yang Chen arrived late.
I didn’t see Li Nan for the last time.
Until this moment, his aching heart made him understand that he had never really let go of this ill-fated woman. Who could really let go of the most beautiful first love?
Yang Chen walked to the stretcher bed, lifted up the white cloth, and stared at the face that had no blood and was about to lose body temperature. He was stunned. The beautiful pictures that were engraved in the depths of his mind all turned into black and white.
"Why are you so stupid?"
Yang Chen murmured to himself, his deep eyes full of piercing sadness. At this time, Li Nan's younger brother Li Bing handed over a piece of paper and cried, saying that there was a passage written by his sister for you.
Yang Chen took a deep look at Li Nan. For the last time in his life, he looked at this face that was once as brilliant as a summer flower. He covered it with white cloth, took the paper handed over by Li Bing, and looked at it carefully.
The medical staff pushed the stretcher cart to the elevator. Liu Yulan, Li Bing and a group of women, including Sister Qiao, followed them in tears. Yang Chen stared at the paper in his hand and stood in a daze at the door of the operating room, weeping unknowingly.
The man burst into tears.
One acts as a beauty, and the other acts as a common man.
Yang Chen's two lines of tears were all for a woman, a woman who had betrayed him.
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Western Suburbs Cemetery.
Surrounded by pines and cypresses, backed by mountains.
The cemetery is divided into several areas, and the tombstones are densely packed. However, the area with the best feng shui is not crowded. Dust will return to dust, soil will return to soil. After death, it will be a pile of dead bones. All living beings are equal.
Buddhist rhetoric.
Looking at this cemetery, anyone who is not stupid will know that they were poor in life and still shabby in death. Liu Yulan and her son Li Bing were burning paper in front of a tomb surrounded by bushes. The tombstone had Li Nan's name written on it, and a photo of Li Nan was pasted on the top.
Liu Yulan cried and fainted several times.
Her daughter's bank card had 200,000 yuan, but she gave up treatment and chose suicide. Why, Liu Yulan knew it very well, and hated herself for dragging her daughter down. If her daughter hadn't written a will to let her live well, she would have wished to die and go to be with her daughter.
Li Bing, who has just been admitted to Ningxi University of Technology as a freshman, cried and comforted his mother. Since his father passed away, his sister has become the backbone of the family, taking care of his mother, raising the family, and supporting him in his studies. They have gone through all kinds of hardships. He is a tall, seven-foot man, like a waste.
In addition to feeling sad, I blame myself endlessly.
The mother and son vented their feelings in front of the tomb for more than an hour before turning around and leaving. When they left, Yang Chen, who was living in the nearby woods, appeared, accompanied by Shen Yue.
The two wore black clothes to show their love.
Yang Chen walked to the tomb, squatted down, and placed a bouquet of white lilies in front of the tombstone. He wanted to tell Li Nan, who was under the clouds, that in his heart, she would always be like a lily, symbolizing holiness.
"If you didn't have me in your life, maybe it would be a different situation." After Yang Chen finished speaking, he sighed sadly, his handsome face full of sadness. After hearing this, Shen Yue knelt down and grabbed the hand of the man she loved.
"Don't be like this, it's not your fault." Shen Yue comforted Yang Chen softly. Seeing the sad look of her beloved man in the past two days, her heart ached.
Yang Chen took a deep breath, not to curb his emotional fluctuations, but to suppress the urge to cry. He put the paper money he brought into the brazier in front of the tombstone and lit it.
Shen Yue helped silently.
She knew that he was not only paying homage to Li Nan, but also remembering the passing years.
"Li Nan, I swear that I will take good care of your mother and your brother. From today on, they are my relatives." Yang Chen stood up slowly as he spoke, and the paper money in the brazier turned into ashes.
The past is gone forever and cannot be changed or retained.
