After a while, Fang Yuan and I went downstairs together. He got on the company's business car, and I sat in Yan Yan's car.

My nerves fell into inexplicable colic, and I even complained in my heart that Fang Yuan shouldn't have told me so suddenly that Jian Wei would be back. After 3 years, I no longer know what emotions to face her.

I have been crazy about seeing her for countless days and nights, but I am afraid of seeing her... I am afraid that the silence and embarrassment after the meeting will hurt too much.

Yan Yan started the car, looked at the rearview mirror changing lane, and asked me, "Zhaoyang, why do you look so worried?" After asking, he shook his head and added, "...It doesn't look like you very much!"

I smiled and said, "Does it be like me who have no heart?"

"Is Fang Yuan telling you that Jian Wei will be back?"

"Yeah." I responded, but opened the car window and lit a cigarette.

"No wonder, except Jian Wei, no one in this world can touch your melancholy nerves!" Yan Yan sighed.

"You think too much, she is not so aggressive, and I am not so vulnerable." I still responded with a smile.

Yan Yan shrugged and said, "Zhaoyang, I know Leng Nuan... The brighter you smile, the more painful it is."

"I'm talking about it as if I know me more." This time I finally put away my smile that Yan Yan thought was disguised to prove that I was not as painful as she said.

"After so many years of friends, I don't know you who knows you... Zhaoyang, let me tell you the truth. Although we all feel sorry for you and Jian Wei,... I have to tell you: When a woman changes her heart, the man she once loved has become a second-hand smoke that has been sucked, and she can no longer suck the pleasure, and she has red eyes. At this time, the only thing she can do is to abandon this second-hand smoke. Do you understand what I mean?"

"What are you doing when I say this to me?" I asked after taking a deep breath of cigarette.

"I hope you are a little more relaxed."

I was silent for a long time and asked with reluctance: "What do you think of love?...Isn't it just a promise and then be persistent for life? Why did I give the other party a promise but I didn't have the courage to be persistent?"

"Zhaoyang, love is really not as simple as you think. Why can Fang Yuan and I go to the end, but you and Jian Wei can't do it, you should understand."

I was silent again. I knew that Fang Yuan and Yan Yan were not from rich families, but their families were not well-off, and they were a match. Jian Wei and I... I clearly remember that before Jian Wei went abroad, her father bought a Cadillac cts for her as her graduation gift... But does love really need to be measured by material things? I don't really understand!

Yan Yan said again: "Jian Wei really loved you. You also know that she went to the United States to study to avoid her parents' forced marriage. She hopes that she will stay for three years and after returning to China, her parents will accept the fact that she is with you. But I can't figure out why she broke up with you after she arrived in the United States... Maybe it's because..."

I didn't want to repeat the feeling of breaking up, and interrupted Yan Yan: "Stop, just like you said, when she changed her mind, I think I am a second-hand smoke that can't draw pleasure."

"I said that her change of heart is just an example..." Yan Yan comforted again.

There is a kind of person in this world who has a special ability to comfort a person who wants to die until he really dies. Yan Yan is undoubtedly the one who is.

...

Throughout the day, I accompanied Yan Yan to purchase related items they needed to get married according to the list given by Fang Yuan. It was not until the evening that I had eaten something simple with Yan Yan and they all dispersed.

Although I didn't sleep all night yesterday and worked as a cool laborer for another day today, when night approached, I didn't feel sleepy at all. When I walked on the street, I always saw the couple snuggling by the neon lights and walking by myself, and my heart was filled with endless loneliness and emptiness.

I still inertly want to let go of myself, as if my nights should be a nightclub. I told myself: Maybe I will sleep more peacefully tonight if I drink some wine.

Listening to the exciting bar music, watching the flashing lights, and twisting my waist wildly, I had already had a few bottles of beer, and I became a little dizzy. I like this feeling, no worries, no love, hate, and only the haze and illusion of both true and false.

There are two resident bands in this bar, and the two bands take turns performing every night. Today, it happened to be the "Tearing Nerve" band led by Robben to surround him. Robben and I have a good relationship and sometimes we play music together.

Robben stuck the guitar strings with his fingers, made a friction-like noise and teased at me and said, "Zhaoyang, come up and have fun..."

I put down my beer bottle, jumped onto the stage, took the guitar from Robben, and said to the rest of the band: "I'll return the sun."

Everyone nodded, and various instruments began to make sounds. As the lights flashed, heavy metal music began to expand.

With my drunken vent, I stepped on the ammunition box-shaped props, started playing the electric guitar frantically, and sang in a roaring pop sound: "I dreamy hand holds the banner, tucks my bones in my coat, and desperately recalls the route when I came, turning around and smashing against the wall; Oh my god, I can't come back; Oh my god, you're tired, mom, give me a quick birth, give birth to me... I lift my throat and pull my neck..."

Only half of the singing was there, a young gangster-like man with long hair, wearing a black jacket and gold chains stared at me, "What kind of bird do you sing about, you sing... change the song quickly..."

I stopped and squinted at him: "Your grandson tell me again."

The long hair kicked the drum closest to the nearest: "You are stupid, I'll let you change the song!"

"I'll fuck you..." I stood on a high place and kicked the long-haired face, as if I could find the pleasure of venting. Then I jumped off the stage and grabbed the guitar and smashed it. In the blink of an eye, I smashed the guitar so badly that I was beaten, and my long hair was also beaten and curled up on the ground with my head curled up on the ground and screamed heart-wrenchingly.

Several people with long hair rushed towards me with beer bottles, but were blocked by Robben and the band members. In the chaos, I saw someone calling the police, and then threw away the wreckage of the guitar and ran out of the bar.

...

In the interrogation room of the police station, the lights hit me, and an elderly policeman sitting opposite me, looking quite peaceful.

"Name, gender, age, work unit."

"No... the policeman, that grandson really deserves a beating. He kicked us drums first. You know that we play music. The instrument is our younger brother. He beat my younger brother. Can I get along with him?... The policeman, it's not that I want to fight, there are really bad people among the masses!!" I said with a sad face.

"You boy don't talk nonsense. No matter how many reasons you have, fighting is wrong. The law does not give you this right, do you know?"

"Brother policeman, I know I am wrong. I have already made a deep reflection and review in my heart. I should not ignore the majesty of the law. In the future, I will definitely improve my awareness and be a good citizen who abides by the law. I will never drag the back of a harmonious society!"

"Okay, don't be so stinking!... Go and pay the fine."

"Don't be detained?" I asked cautiously.

"The young man you beaten was also injured in some skin trauma. He agreed to settle it privately. You compensated for the cost of going to the hospital and the loss of work. Add a fine, a total of 6,000 yuan."

"6000!!!...Brother Policeman, I don't have so much money on me!"

"Call to find your family and friends."

When I heard the words "family and friends", I suddenly became confused. At this moment, I truly felt that I was so lonely in this city where I had lived for two years.

I definitely can't find Fang Yuan or Yan Yan. First, they are getting married, I don't want to mess with them with this trouble. Second, they have expressed their hope to live a peaceful life countless times. It's better not to let them know about such things, for fear that they will be disappointed!

...

After thinking for a long time, the face that hated me so much but was too beautiful appeared in my mind.

Looking for Mi Cai, yes, looking for Mi Cai! Anyway, I am a scumbag in her eyes and have no image at all. I asked her to pay the fine for me first, and I will pay the salary next week and pay it back to her the money I owed before.

At this time, I was so glad that I wrote down her mobile phone number in the morning.

Take out your cell phone from your pocket, find Micai's number, and then dial it out.
Chapter completed!