It’s Colder Today

This is a breakup gift from Lin Fang. Wei Congying handed over the paper bag, He asked me to tell you for him that you broke up.

The girl in front of her didn't accidentally cover her face and cry.

Wei Cong should find this scene very familiar. He has talked with several girlfriends and mentioned breakups several times. He said that the probability of girls crying after breaking up is as high as 75%. There is one exception, he remembers that person is a shrew cursed him.

Hearing the sound of crying, Wei Congying suddenly missed the only girl who called him a scumbag.

Super efficient breakup, three minutes of scolding and it was over.

Unlike now, it feels like half an hour can't solve it.

If crying was really useful, Lin Fang couldn't even let him talk about breaking up.

Hearing that cry, Wei Cong should have a headache.

He took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and let the person on the other side continue to cry. He leaned on the pole and lit the cigarette.

Looking up at the street lamp, he exhaled a small puff of smoke ring, and the white smoke was lingering. He put the cigarette butt to his mouth again, and the smoke filled his eyes.

He looked at the people who came out of the cafeteria through the white smoke, and he looked familiar.

She has a plain face, and her hair is tied with shark clips, but the hair volume seems to be a bit too much, and it is not easy to tie it up. Pretty is actually more or less similar, but she is very non-programmed, and the random moles that appear like a few ink dots when you flick a pen on a white paper are very recognizable.

She didn't wear earrings today. He was wearing a loose thin sweater with suspenders inside, and a pair of light-colored wide-leg jeans. He probably wore canvas shoes and stepped on the heels of the shoes.

Wei Congying recognized her. She was the drunken person he met at the barbecue stall in April. There was still a difference between the plain makeup and the makeup at that time. I felt that the makeup technique was even a little behind.

She walked over slowly and recognized him: Want to help?

Better yet.

The gray soot was blown away by the wind, Wei Cong should see that she took a tissue from her schoolbag to the girl.

Lin Fang got a call halfway, and Wei Congying walked a little further away with his phone before answering.

Called to ask him how things are going.

Wei Congying took the last puff of his cigarette: We're sharing it.

The phone call ended in less than a minute, and he walked back. The two men were having a very heated discussion on the specific manifestation of men's despicable genes in the process of biological evolution.

To put it bluntly, it means 'men are not good things'.

She seems to be finishing the final conclusion: Put your finger under the nose, as long as you can feel the man who can feel the breath, there are more or less hearty genes in him. It is also a matter of concentration if you don't knock over a boat with one shot.

Shi Yun patted her on the shoulder, and continued to persuade: At least I gave you the latest Fendi model. I'm perfunctory in action, but sincere in my wallet, so it's not empty-handed.

As he spoke, Shi Yun heard a very light laugh.

Looking up at the person who made the phone call and returned, he didn't avoid looking at each other, nor did he hide his smile.

When the moon shifted by two degrees, the girl left. The moon was still pale, high in the sky.

Shi Yun felt that the fried rice in his hand was no longer hot, and seeing the yellow paper bag and the person disappear into the night, Shi Yun said, Thank you last time.

At that time, I drank a little too much, and if someone picked up the corpse, the consequences would be disastrous.

As he spoke, the person in front of him was slightly taken aback, but his expression quickly recovered, with a faint smile: Thank you this time.

Shi Yun: You're welcome.

He followed the example of her, You were welcome last time.

Once a person talks like this twice in a row, it gives a strong signal that he doesn't want to continue the communication. Shi Yun accepts it when he sees it. When he is about to say goodbye, he takes out his mobile phone from his pocket and asks if she can exchange contact. Way.

He noted his name when the friend request was sent.

To ask Wei Congying why he added WeChat with Shi Yun, he thought about it, the gene of a man's heart and dog's lungs exists as well as the gene of a man's lust, and it is also a matter of concentration.

Some people love beauty, some people love beauty.

He just finds beauty more easily than others.

However, the next day, Wei Congying used her as an excuse to help comfort the girl who was crying when Lin Fang broke up, and asked Shi Yun to eat. As a result, the news sent in the past fell silent, and within two days, Wei Zongying forgot about this matter and Shi Yun.

When I think of Shi Yun again, it has been half a month later. In half a month, he once ran into the granddaughter of a neighbor of his grandma while playing in a bar.

That day, after Wei Zong drank two bottles, he got up to go to the toilet. Bar toilets are not difficult to find, but difficult for people who drink too much.

dizzy.

When he walked to the door of the toilet, two women were arguing.

When he walked over, he saw that the short man was about to lose.

Adhering to the fine tradition of women quarreling and men not interrupting, Wei Congying passed them sideways. When he finished using the toilet and came out with a cigarette in his mouth, the short girl was left crying by the side of the aisle.

The person squatting and crying could only see a pair of shoes passing by her. She stopped Wei Congying, saw the cigarette in his mouth, and asked him for one.

The lighter was turned on, and her clothes were a little messed up during the quarrel because of the pushing and shoving just now. She asked Wei Zongying to teach her to blow smoke rings.