The Ferrari carrying Micai quickly turned around the intersection and drove towards another road that I could not reach. At this moment, standing in the huge square of Zhuomei, I was like a clown abandoned by the world, suffering from the ridiculed gaze of passers-by in pain.

I just regret that I don’t have a mask to cover my shame at this moment.

I was really tired, but I asked myself over and over again: What was wrong with me? Why did I experience the grief in love so repeatedly, like Jian Wei, and now Mi Cai.

The feeling of frustration seemed to freeze my blood. I took a stiff step into my own car. In the midst of my despair, the car turned into a gust of wind, sweeping across the city, and passing through the illusion...

When I returned to the old house, it was already 11 o'clock late at night. I didn't smoke anymore, nor did I drink. I just packed up my luggage silently, because when Micai pushed me away and got into Weiran's car, I felt that it was over between us. As for the word breakup, I didn't say it out, it was Micai's last gift to me, allowing me to retain my last trace of dignity.

Soon I packed up my luggage. At the moment when I was about to leave the old house, I just felt like I had a dream, because I never dreamed that the contradiction would suddenly intensify this.

Think about it again, life is like a dream, life is impermanent, and no one has the ability to let the world develop along the trajectory they have planned, so it is not worth worrying about gains and losses for this impermanent world. After being played with, we will learn to accept it one day, but I learned a little later.

...

I wanted to take the guitar that Mi Cai gave me, but I had no face to take it away, so I finally stayed in the old house.

The moment I closed the door, I finally lit the first cigarette I had since I came back, took a heavy breath, and then walked down the corridor with my luggage.

As I took one step after another, I finally went down to the third floor, but suddenly I heard the sound of high heels stomping on the ground from the first floor. The sound was particularly clear in the middle of the night, and I was more familiar with the rhythm of trampling. In the image, only she could walk out of such confident steps.

So we met each other on the second floor, but she, who was walking confidently, looked so haggard and tired against the dim light.

We had to stop our respective steps, because I, carrying a lot of luggage, blocked her upwards in the narrow corridor, and she blocked my downwards.

She looked at me and looked at the luggage I carried, and her eyes suddenly became wet.

"Where are you going?" she finally asked me.

"As such a big city, are you afraid that you can't find a place to live in peace?"

She was silent...

"Please let me go and let me go, okay?"

She stood there, motionless.

I tried to push her away with my hands, but she reached out to hold the guardrail and still didn't want to leave her original position.

I suddenly had an illusion that she became me when she first met, and I became her when she first met. My heart that was about to leave was faintly relaxed, and I was unrealistic fantasizing that she would hold me and cry and let me stay.

Finally, she asked as if she had made up her mind: "Does your departure mean breaking up?"

I remembered the scene when she pushed me away from the car, and finally gritted my teeth and said, "...I'm sorry, I can't learn the calmness and rationality you want... I'll let you go, okay?"

Mi Cai's body slowly turned to the side, and she lowered her head and gave up the space for me to leave.

I looked at her, and I didn't want to leave, and I was expecting her to hug me, but I was driven toward the next stairs by an indescribable force.

I walked down step by step, but the heavier I walked. I was a little suffocated and a little out of control. I was crazy and wanted to throw away my luggage and hug her tightly, and then hug and kiss her in this flash and dark corridor, but that force still manipulated me down... until I felt the spring rain falling outside the corridor.

This unexpected spring rain freezes my heart like a fuel. At this moment, I abandoned all my distractions, threw my luggage into the trunk of the car, got in the car without looking back, started the car, turned into the wind in the rain, and instantly drove away from this community where we met and fell in love.

...

I opened the car window and drove wildly. In the raging cold rain, I was no longer willing to look at our love with reason. There was no material gap at this moment, only two people who hurt each other.

I suddenly wanted to listen to a song that suited the situation, so I turned on the player in the car and found Stefanie Sun's "Bad Weather".

"I don't want to separate, why do you have to be here? Show a play that you don't care about. What we should talk about is not just the weather, and it can't solve the deadlock. Since we have the strength to hurt each other, why don't we work hard? Love makes people get too close to you and forget to leave some room. Childishness, I just can't afford to lose..."

This is really a song that suits the scene, and every word seems to be interpreting Mi Cai and me tonight.

Perhaps we didn't want to separate, but we performed a play indifferent in the corridor. We were so close that we forgot to leave a little room for ourselves, so we cared so much about the other person and the other opposite sex.

But since we have the strength to hurt each other, why not work hard to get to know each other and get close to each other?

I think all of this is just our childishness, because we can't afford to lose. In the end, we forgot the story of gardeners and flowers, the oil-powered racing car, the troll horse that swayed us, and the guitar given to each other...

I stopped the car suddenly, got out of the car, sat on the curb wet by the rain, and finally cried, taking advantage of the rain torrent... I lay on the ground in a loud cry, and then took out the bank card containing a huge sum of 500,000 yuan from my pocket.

So she smiled again and laughed at herself... If, if, if she was willing to know me, shouldn't she be happy for me?

I have been struggling on the edge of society for several years, and finally made this money that was a timely help for me with some luck and hard work... Shouldn't she be happy for me?

Why? Why? Why is she unhappy?

Because this 500,000 yuan is not a bullshit in her eyes, all she could see was the entanglement between Jian Wei and I, but she did not see me working hard to research Jinding Real Estate all night for the last negotiation.

So I fell into childish petty care in the wind and rain again... I would rather die in the wind and rain than return to that old house.

I took out the mobile phone wet from my pocket, found Mi Cai's number, and finally sent her a message: "I don't understand you...you don't understand me even more!"

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Chapter completed!