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Watching Song Sifan disappear at the security checkpoint, Lei Meng stood in a daze for a while.

...that's it...gone?

The surrounding air began to flow again, and the air in the middle of the night carried the unique coolness of winter. Lei Meng took a deep breath, and the cold air penetrated into the alveoli, which stimulated him to wake up a little bit. He shook his head and walked towards the parking lot.

Driving out of the underground garage in a small car, Lei Meng did not take the high speed in a hurry like when he came here.His thoughts were in a mess, so he found a ground route and drove back slowly for safety.

The street lamps with dark yellow circles backed quickly from the rearview mirror and joined together, like a movie rewinding to the end of the play.

That's it.I'm so sorry...but every time I can't do anything.

This is true for Lei Zhentian's illness, and it is also the same for Song Sifan.

In the face of life and death and feelings, people always appear fragile and incompetent.

Raymond's eyes were reddened, and the veins on the back of his hands popped out of his strength. Unfortunately, he was driving a small car that was about to fall apart, and he couldn't go as fast as he stepped on the accelerator.It would be great if it was a sports car, Raymond thought, he kicked the accelerator to the end, and drove away amidst the roar of the engine, forgetting all his troubles.

The imaginary roar did not come from the road, but from overhead, and the loud noise pulled him back from his wild thoughts to reality.A plane climbed slowly in the sky, and finally disappeared into the sky, blending with the darkness.

Could it be the plane that Song Sifan took?I don't know when he will be able to come to the United States.

Unexpectedly, Lei Meng parked Xiaokoukou's car on the side of the road, took out his mobile phone and checked the flight from city B to city N in the United States.Without knowing Song Sifan's flight number, Lei Meng could only search for the keywords "departure: city B, arrival: city N, ten o'clock".

The almighty Internet quickly gave the answer: Emirates Airlines flew from City B of China to City N of the United States at 10:00 am on time.

……What does it mean?Isn't it late?

Raymond glanced at the current time, it was just past midnight.He entered a time range from 23:00 to 24:00, and the search showed that the last flight from city B to city N was at 23:48 and had just taken off.

23:48.Lei Meng looked at the current time, and then calculated the time to leave the airport. Song Sifan should be on this flight.

But didn't he mean the plane at ten o'clock in the morning?Since the plane was not delayed, why didn't he leave?Are you teasing yourself on purpose, or...

Raymond didn't dare to think about it, it turned out to be a bottomless black hole, just thinking about it for a second could drag him from the edge of the cliff into an abyss beyond redemption.

He rolled down the car window, and Ren Hanfeng calmed down his burning brain. "Plane at ten o'clock" came from Luica's mouth, and there was no way to make a mistake, so the only possibility is that Song Sifan changed the ticket on purpose.

Lei Meng hated himself for not discovering this fact earlier. At this moment, Lei Meng even wanted to turn around and go back to the airport, and then go back to the time of parting to ask Song Sifan what he meant.

The phone screen was still on the flight information interface, and the faint screen background light was like a match in the middle of the night, polishing the dark road ahead.

Lei Meng had no way of knowing the reason for Song Sifan's intention to change the contract, but felt that the truth was like a muddled account, mixed into the dark night together with Song Sifan's relaxed words when he parted.

Xiaokoukou drove into the urban area of ​​City B from the airport in the suburbs. Raymond planned to drive directly back to the hospital, but unexpectedly drove into the "old time" when he was distracted.

That's fine, isn't my current mood suitable for getting drunk?Raymond thought for a while, without struggling, he parked the car and pushed open the door of the bar.

"Mr. Lei, long time no see!" The bartender who was wiping the glass behind the bar saw him and immediately greeted him enthusiastically, "Are you busy recently?"

"Well, there is something at home." Lei Meng nodded perfunctorily, unwilling to mention it.

The bartender also saw that he was in a bad mood, and asked softly, "Should I still have a glass of soda like before?"

"No! No soda this time!" After Lei Meng eagerly denied, the bartender stopped talking and waited quietly for him to place an order.As a person allergic to alcohol, Raymond has no interest in or understanding of wine. The only cocktail that impressed him was Yang Qili's favorite Bloody Mary, but he didn't want to drink that strange liquid mixed with tomato juice at all.

He struggled for a long time, but still gave up the idea of ​​making up a cocktail: "Please show me the drink list."

"Okay." The bartender bent down and took out a wine list from the cabinet and handed it to him, "What do you want to drink? Do you need me to recommend it to you?"

"No, there's no need." Raymond lowered his head to search.

"Then you choose to call me."

Raymond was dazzled by the piles of English on the wine list. He looked back and forth twice, and finally gave up.When familiar common words are combined in a strange order on the wine list, it is impossible to guess what it is.

...and there is no photo attached, bad review!

Raymond closed the drink list, pretended to be calm, and called the bartender over again, "I want to order a cocktail."

"Okay, which one should I make for you?"

"Uh..." Raymond tried his best to mobilize all the brain cells, trying to recall, "The cup is similar to the inverted triangle next to it, but it's not so straight. It should be a curved cup body... just like this," Lei Meng said. Meng bent his hands slightly and made a twisted gesture, "There are thin tall feet below."

After listening to his description carefully, the bartender took a margarita glass from the wine glass holder: "Is this what you mean?"

"That's right, it's packed in this kind of cup!"

"Then what color is the wine? Can you please describe it again?"

"The color of the wine is dark blue with a slice of lemon on it or something..."

The bartender thought for a while and smiled: "Is it the one ordered by Mr. Song who came with you last time?"

"Uh... yes." The old Raymond blushed when he was exposed. Shouldn't the bartender meet many people every day and make a lot of drinks?How do you remember it so clearly?He couldn't help asking: "How do you know?"

"There are very few people ordering this wine, so I am very impressed." The bartender took back the drink list, turned around and began to mix, "Please wait a moment."

After a while, an ice blue cocktail was pushed in front of Lei Meng: "Your wine, please use it slowly."

"Wait," Raymond called to stop him, "What's the name of this glass of wine?"

"This wine is called FROZEN BLUEMARGARITA." The bartender looked at Raymond's confused eyes and laughed. "It also has a Chinese name called - Lover's Tears."

"tear of lover?"

"Well, isn't it beautiful?" The bartender asked the waiter to order something. The waiter glanced at Raymond in surprise, nodded, and took advantage of the end of a song to go on stage and whisper to the resident singer A few words.

The resident singer glanced here, picked up the microphone and said to the audience: "The following song is for a gentleman here. Our bartender said, I hope no one will order this wine in the future. "

She lowered her head and played a series of chords on the piano: ""Lover's Tears", for you."

"Why are you crying for you... don't you understand it's for love..."

Raymond, who was sending the song, silently retracted his gaze and refocused on the glass of cocktail in front of him.The icy blue liquid rippled slightly, hanging a thin layer on the wall of the cup, and then slowly faded back to the plane like a sea tide lapping on the shore.

There was a circle of fine powder around the mouth of the cup, and Raymond took a sip, the salty salt mixed with the slightly sourness of lemon.At the entrance, there is a refreshing fruity aroma and the unique aroma of tequila. It is not strong, but more like a refreshing summer drink. But after the sweetness fades away, a burst of bitterness spreads in the mouth .

In short, it doesn't look like a hard liquor at all.

Is it really appropriate to drink this when you are broken in love?Might as well drink a Bloody Mary!Raymond thought suspiciously, so he called the bartender over: "This wine...can you introduce it to me?"

The bartender was a little surprised. This person who only ordered soda water every time he came to the bar suddenly became interested in cocktails, but he still introduced it dutifully: "This cocktail was the champion of the 1949 National Cocktail Competition. It is a famous cocktail. Bartender Jane Duresa specially made it in memory of his girlfriend who passed away unexpectedly. The biggest feature of making it is the salt rim dipped in lime juice." The bartender pointed to the white powder around the mouth of the cup , "The lime juice represents a sour heart, and the salt represents tears."

"Only the lover's tears are the most precious...all for love...for love..."

"Thank you." Raymond murmured.

After Song Sifan broke up with Li Keran, he specially ordered such a glass of wine that was not suitable for getting drunk, but unexpectedly had a name that fit the occasion.

Lei Meng thought of the ring that Song Sifan bought for Li Keran under the bed, and thought of the deliberately changed flight tonight. He couldn't figure out whether this person was sympathetic or ruthless?

If there is love, why are you so relaxed and comfortable when you break up, and why are you so stingy when you get drunk for a night?

If it was ruthless, why did you secretly go to buy an engagement ring, change the flight and wait for a day, but didn't say anything?

Did Song Sifan change his flight to wait for him?Did he mean to tell himself to wait for him?

Should I trust him?Should I stop where I am and continue to wait, or should I turn around and start over cruelly?

Lei Meng had been fighting with Heaven and Man for a long time, and before he knew it, the sky outside had already dawned, the phone in his pocket vibrated, and Lei Meng sent a short message: Brother, Dad is waking up soon, when are you coming back?

When he thought of his family, Lei Meng's little confidence that had just been ignited was ruthlessly snuffed out.

He couldn't even be sure whether Song Sifan loved him or not, so why wait?He had a family, a job, and couldn't move on with uncertain hopes.

And the instigator of all this waved his hand and got on the plane gracefully, leaving a depressed person behind.

Up to now, with Song Sifan's departure, the truth of this relationship is nowhere to be found.

Lei Meng covered his eyes with his hands weakly, tears still broke through the restraint and flowed down quietly.

"If it wasn't for a lover who wants to separate from me...my tears wouldn't fall..."

The author has something to say: By the way, I am really sorry. If you read the little angels of Nian Gao Gao Weibo, you may know that Nian Gao Gao has been working overtime all night due to the recent unexpected situation, so the update has been delayed again. There is no way. It's over, baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

As for this chapter, it was supposed to be a chapter full of emotions, but in the end, I have been groggy for the past few days, writing hundreds of words every day, and I have no way to accumulate emotions...

But there is good news, the director of the radio drama who has disappeared for a long time has finally gained weight, and all the dry voices have been officially delivered to the post-production stage. The radio drama "Light in the Light" is just around the corner~(≧▽≦)/~