owe us a good fight

Chapter 41 Intentional or Unintentional

I heard that when you are in a bad mood, you need some serotonin or dopamine in your brain, and sweets cause a rapid increase in insulin, which makes people feel happy.

Cheng Mu went downstairs to buy a piece of chocolate, and when he came back, he found that the room was empty.Pulling back the curtain, Cheng Songyuan sat quietly on the cold floor of the balcony, with his hands hugging his knees, a thin layer of ice formed on his eyelashes, which was the trace that could not be hidden after crying.

Cheng Songyuan only wore a thin cashmere cardigan, and the cold north wind howled for nine days, invading the heart and spleen like a knife, piercing the bones.Cheng Mu put his cold hands into his warm body, hugged each other close to each other, and fell silent.

"Mu'er, let's go in." Cheng Songyuan felt blood dripping from his heart, and bright red liquid kept gushing out. The pain was so painful that he couldn't feel the cold, but he was reluctant to let Cheng Mu accompany him to the cold.

After entering the room, Cheng Mu rubbed a hot towel on his face, held his hand tightly and said, "No matter what happens, I will stand by your side."

Cheng Songyuan got up suddenly, rushed into the bathroom and vomited, and then said the bad news lightly: "Just now the hospital called Sister Yuchi, and he died."

Cheng Mu was shocked, he couldn't imagine Cheng Songyuan's grief and guilt, but love is very selfish, he didn't want that person to occupy a place in his heart.

Is it necessary to use violence to control violence, or is it selfish and distracting, obliterating conscience?Cheng Songyuan twitched, and the tears that had been squeezed back from his heart just now seeped out again: "Mu'er, I want to go for a walk alone."

Cheng Mu gave him a hug: "Come back early."

Memories are the moonlight that cannot be grasped, Cheng Songyuan walked all the way, tears burst into tears, his vision gradually blurred, people left, lights went out, and the wind stopped.At the moment when the heaven collapsed, it was like a Sanskrit sound, like a mantra, and it was the condemnation of conscience.Human nature is ugly, like him, he can't break through the shackles of selfishness and hypocrisy, what is right and what is wrong, only leaves the heart broken.Did he kill someone?The wheel of fate is approaching, and no one can reverse the cause and effect of good and evil. The poison in the heart seeps into the blood and bones, nerves and skin inch by inch.

As long as Fang Siran lives, one day, what he loses will be Cheng Mu, so he has no choice. Faced with the question of either A or B, even if he does it all over again, he will still do it that way, so what he loses is nothing but The tear of crocodile?Tears will soak many things, such as sleeves, and memories.The love thread can't hold the shooting star, and the white horse flies in the dream. In the past, he was also a handsome and suave talent, who could be stern and full of pride, and could swallow thousands of miles with gold and iron horses, but since then he has been buried in the loess, dormant without breath.

Whether it is the newly-decorated Taikoo Li or the lingering Sanlitun Bar, the lights and neon lights make people feel wild in their hearts.At this moment, the fusion of music, dance and alcohol is a wonderful enjoyment.

"Give this handsome guy a bottle of Hennessy, and put it on my account." A woman in a cheongsam sat directly on his lap, her red lips were shining brightly, her breath was blue, and the tip of her tongue lightly licked his Adam's apple. Tickling teases Cheng Songyuan who is curled up inside the deck.

The woman in the cheongsam has a pretty face, with an intellectual and glamorous temperament: "This is a brandy produced in the Cognac region of France. It is made from a kind of light white wine that has been distilled twice and stored in oak barrels to mature. You'd better Only by drinking it clean can you taste its original flavor.”

Cheng Songyuan's eyes were filled with gloom, his slender fingers squeezed the wine glass tightly, and he raised his head to take a sip, the scarlet wine swallowed his stomach without falling a single drop.

"Why drink alone in melancholy, let my sister teach you how to put the unhappy things out of the sky." The woman filled the wine for him, held the back of his hand in the palm of her hand and demonstrated shaking the wine glass, so that the aroma slowly gathered in the mouth of the glass, "You When drinking, you should hold the bottom of the glass with your palm, and keep your palm close to the wall of the glass, so that the brandy will gradually heat up, just like we do now, do you feel my body temperature?"

Cheng Songyuan staggered and pushed the woman away. Just when he stood up, his legs and feet were numb and he fell into the warm nephrite. When he touched the smooth skin, it was like fine silk, which made people love it.

The woman's measurements are proud, and her delicate red lips are close to Cheng Songyuan's ears, and they are gently opened. They are as white as spring snow and fragrant as winter plums, which is very charming.

Cheng Songyuan grabbed her arm and flipped off her cheongsam indiscriminately, feeling soft and slippery all of a sudden, and couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

The woman panted delicately, and twisted her small waist wantonly. She was so beautiful that the blood spurted out, and a strong hormonal breath burst out.

Cheng Songyuan buried his head in the fragrant hair, hugged the woman's neck tightly, and gently rubbed her snow-white thigh with the other hand, and slowly moved to a more private place.

Just as he was intoxicated, a voice struck from the air, tearing apart the illusion.

"Cheng Songyuan, are you crazy?" Dong Qiuqiao pulled the two of them away politely.

Cheng Songyuan looked at the woman under him whose lingering charm was still there, and cast a wandering glance at Dong Qiuqiao: "It's none of your business!"

"Do you know who she is? Her name is Dai Cui! She is Dong Jue's mistress. The man he hooked up with last month had both legs broken and he was still in a wheelchair." Dong Jue was her father, and she How did she call her by her first name, and how did she turn a deaf ear to the affair? What kind of deformed family did she grow up in?

Cheng Songyuan laughed at himself: "I like the noise here, so I can't hear my own heartbeat."

Dai Cui calmly poured a glass of wine for herself, smelled it while tasting it, and sipped it slowly: "Dong Qiuqiao, what good thing are you? Don't be arrogant, you change boyfriends faster than you change clothes."

Cheng Songyuan watched the figure flickering in front of him, he couldn't see clearly.

"Are you going to drink? Are you going to degenerate? I'll accompany you!" Dong Qiuqiao didn't know where the strength came from, grabbed the dizzy Cheng Songyuan and pushed him into his car.

Zha Xiang, a reporter hiding in a corner, put away the camera with satisfaction. Naturally, there is no need to repeat Cheng Songyuan's popularity. It is not in vain that the Sand Sculpture Studio takes turns squatting every day, and finally harvested a big material for a super idol.

The hotel is filled with a unique literary and artistic atmosphere. The paintings on the walls are all drawn by illustrators. Even the hanging paintings are almost orphans.

There was a melody, and the phone rang.Dong Qiuqiao glanced at the sleeping Two-dimensional boy, and swipe the screen consciously.

"Xiaoyuan, are you feeling better?" It was Cheng Mu's worried and calm voice.

Dong Qiuqiao squeezed Cheng Songyuan's face: "Cheng Mu? Xiaoyuan is drunk and is with me."

Cheng Mu's voice sank suddenly: "Oh, he's a little depressed, I'll ask around as long as he's fine."

Dong Qiuqiao literally patted his chest and promised: "I'm here, don't worry!"

Cheng Mu felt more at ease without Dong Qiuqiao: "Where are you?"

"Chaoyang Art Hotel." Dong Qiuqiao followed the principle of proximity and found a hotel at random. He planned to have a drink with him, but he didn't expect that after three drinks, Cheng Songyuan became so drunk that he passed out.

"I happen to be eating supper nearby. Is it convenient for me to pick him up?" Cheng Mu found it difficult to open his mouth, but he still asked for it.

"It's convenient, I don't know when he wakes up, and he can't drive the car when he wakes up. It's better for you to pick him up. We are in room 2205, and the door lock code is 1793." Dong Qiuqiao, who has always been carefree, felt that there was a need for a driver, so he agreed very much. readily.

The guest rooms use clean and bright white as the main color, and there are many green plants in the corners, which are fresh and natural.

Gradually waking up, Cheng Songyuan's head hurt slightly, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes slowly opened, and he subconsciously stretched out his arms to help his forehead, and suddenly realized that he was lying on the same bed as Dong Qiuqiao in pajamas!

In an instant, the eyes are very round!Cheng Songyuan was like a frightened kitten: "What did you do to me?"

Dong Qiuqiao gave a shallow moan, and her pretty face was flushed: "Men love love women. You have a magical power that will make all those who fall in love with you become devoted to you."

After being quiet for a while, the panic in Cheng Songyuan's eyes gradually receded, and he glanced at the decorations in the room depressedly: "I don't believe in love at first sight, you don't know what kind of person I am, you just look at a gorgeous skin!"

Dong Qiuqiao's voice trembled slightly: "That's not what you and I said when we were happy and happy."

Cheng Songyuan inadvertently looked at her half-exposed fragrant shoulders, put the brocade quilt on her indiscriminately, and hid aside angrily: "Am I so hungry? How could I have unreasonable thoughts about you!"

Tears welled up in Dong Qiuqiao's beautiful eyes: "Even if you don't want to be responsible to me, you don't have to insult me ​​like this."

Cheng Songyuan felt that he had gone too far, and stared at her resentfully and shyly: "I'm sorry, I was talking nonsense just now, don't take it to heart."

Dong Qiuqiao tugged on her clothes, her face was also red hot: "Xiao Yuan, am I not as beautiful as her? Or is my body not good enough?"

Cheng Songyuan rubbed the tip of his nose in fear, his long eyelashes flickered: "Dai Cui? That's because I'm drunk, not because she's beautiful."

Dong Qiuqiao lay on him, rubbing back and forth between his legs, her silky skin was as smooth as fat, and her feelings fermented.

Cheng Songyuan gradually felt a little thirsty, and tried his best to suppress the desire in his heart: "Don't mess around, I won't be responsible for you."

Dong Qiuqiao put his stiff hands on her waist, and kissed more brazenly: "Do you want to speak so righteously of your heartless words?"

The combination lock is opened.

Cheng Songyuan seemed to have met a pair of big eyes with a lethality of thousands of volts, and he was burned instantly, so he let go of his hands quickly.

Cheng Mu's thin lips were slightly drawn, and he looked down at the person on the bed lightly, with a half-smile: "I disturbed your good business."

Seeing Cheng Mu really standing in front of him, Cheng Songyuan was dumbfounded for a moment, thinking that his breathing also stopped.

Dong Qiuqiao fell in love, and forgot about Cheng Mu's coming to pick him up. He didn't say anything, feeling annoyed in his heart, and could only slap his swollen face to pretend to be fat: "It's okay, it's just the second half."

Cheng Songyuan was so angry that he was like a little tiger baring its teeth and claws: "What about the second half, there is no opening!"

There was reproach and worry in Cheng Mu's voice: "You can't drive now, do you want me to take you back?"

"Yes!" Cheng Songyuan replied quickly, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.