Chapter 161： Heartbreaking parting (2) (2/2)

What is the smell of firework?

A home with lights on, waiting for him to come back?

A woman with loose hair and an apron waving a spatula in the kitchen?

Or maybe, fragrant food in the pot?

Or, between ordinary couples, lively bickering?

But does this have anything to do with him?

In his life, there will never be these things, right?

He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

Outside the window, the rain is still pattering, annoying.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he clearly understood that there was only one woman surrounded by all the smoke and fire.

One, a woman named Lin Moge.

And this woman, now, is gone.

Take away the only warmth, harmony, and human touch from this called writer.

Only for him, the room is cold.

But here, it was originally like this.

From the beginning, it was just a cold body, a space for people to live in, constructed with industrial materials.

Does this mean that everything is back to the original point?

Snapped.

Light a cigarette.

The scarlet flame is the only light in this room.

But like the hope in his heart, struggling, struggling again.

Looming.

I opened the phone and looked at the familiar name on it, but I couldn't press it all the time.

Cigarettes, one after another.

The irritation in my heart was not suppressed at all.

The screen of the mobile phone was highlighted again and again.

But still, unable to dial that number...

The cigarette case is empty.

Fold your eyebrows and get up. From the closet, take out a bottle of the strongest wine.

I didn't even bother to take the cup, raised my head and took a sip.

The spicy liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, choking his eyes red.

Step by step, I walked to the balcony and looked down. The neon lights were shining and confused people's eyes.

The dots of light, everywhere, is a hope to stay behind.

However, in the light of thousands of lights, only the one waiting for him was missing.

Raise your head and take another sip.

The rough way was shown by him, but it was still so elegant, like a frustrated prince, living on the street. Everywhere, it is a distressing move.

The wine bottle was half empty.

In the stomach, fiery burning.

Ke Xin, but it is still empty, as if there is a vacant piece, no matter what, it is filled with dissatisfaction.

Empty, he panicked.

His face could not be reflected in the dark glass window.

There is only a shadow, looming.

For thirty years, his life has been like this.

Calm, no waves.

He has never noticed any inconvenience, and even if this life ends in this way, he won't have the slightest hesitation.

But why, since that stupid woman broke into his world.

Is his heart messed up?

Now, she was gone, leaving no words, even, without any warning, from his world.

No trace was left.

It was as if she had never appeared before.

The warmth of the fingertips is still there, and in the empty room, it seems, still floating, the light and sweet on her body.

But the woman is gone.

Together with the piece in his heart, it was also stolen, leaving only a blank for him.

Why is the life that he has been accustomed to now so strange to him?

The darkness and emptiness in this room are like a huge beast, with its mouth wide open, it is swallowing him bit by bit...

Cang Dang! ...

The wine bottle in his hand rolled weakly on the floor.

He twisted his eyebrows and picked up the key and cell phone that had been thrown on the sofa.

Turn around and leave.

I didn't look back again, and I didn't have a trace of nostalgia...

Half an hour later, the old town.

In the narrow alley, the street lights are dim.

A black high-end private car drove slowly in.

Then, quietly, stopped at the corner.

The patter of raindrops splashed on the car, rippling water splashes.

Quan Jianli sat in the car, staring at the dilapidated small building in front of him with a cold look.

In front of the building, several cherry blossom trees stood silently, in the rain.

Upstairs, several lights were on.

More than that, it was pitch black, and his heart was still like this.

Buzzing...

The phone rang, not the harsh ringing of the past, but a warm vibration.

Glancing at the flashing name on it, he picked it up casually.

”Second Young Master Li, where is it? Come here quickly, everyone is waiting! You are the protagonist... the girl will help you order it, hurry up, numb...”

Mo Yiyun's voice on the phone was as unruly as ever.

Mixed with deafening music, people can't help but frown.

”Hey, did you hear me? It's speedy...you can get a penalty for coming late!...”

”Yep.”

A faint response, pop!

hang up the phone.

To celebrate his release from the hospital today, Mo Yiyun helped him prepare a celebration party in the Sky City bar.

After all, it's just friends and friends who get together and have fun together.