old farewell

The bar is really a good place, where men can indulge and women don't have to restrain themselves.Everyone here is taking off their usual masks and slowly returning to their true self, while I watched myself getting more and more out of the me I used to be.Staying in a strange country, I feel lonely from the inside out of my body. I always feel that I am incompatible with this environment, but I still have to survive in this environment.

Finally impatiently throwing away the camera that was taking pictures of the visiting tour group, I went to the bathroom impatiently to smoke a cigarette quietly.Passing through the hall, it looks like a gorgeous palace at any time, dancing, playing music, talking and laughing seems to have never changed, even I who have always been tired of the noise, have become accustomed to such noise.Pushing open the door, He Baorong was also inside, fiddling with the shiny earring as if nothing had happened.

I don't know whether it was by chance or what reason I met him, but I really don't want to see him again.Neither of us spoke and he went out.For a moment, I didn't even have the desire to smoke.Follow him out.The foreigner was waiting for him outside.He jumped out like a wayward child. I saw the foreigner light a cigarette for him and open the taxi door. He enjoyed everything like a prince.By the time I stood where he had been, all that was left was the dust from the speeding taxi.

The most annoying thing is the ringing of the phone, because there will always be a lot of people around the fixed line chattering around the fixed line, trying to talk to me, and the loud noises that I can't understand.So whenever I have my phone, my feeling can be expressed in a literary way: painful and happy...

I very much doubt that the landlord's voice is shouting to answer the phone, full of air and lingering.But I'm a little puzzled, who's calling?No one should know about this call.Picking up the microphone, there was a "Hello" over there, it was He Baorong.

I was speechless and asked, "How do you know my phone number?"

"You come here first."

Before I had time to refuse, there was already a busy voice, and I had no doubt that if He Baorong was in front of me, I would want to strangle him to death.

Frustrated and in a trance, I opened a bottle of wine. I have always been a poor drinker, but He Baorong pushed my drinker to the limit, so my drink was out of control.I came drunk to the address he said.I knocked hard on the door, yelling at him to get out and open the door while knocking, but I didn't think about what I would do or do after opening the door.

He opened the door lazily and gracefully: "What's the matter, Li Yaohui?"

"What's the matter, He Baorong?"

His calm and elegant style stimulated my anger even more, and he looked at me with complacency and calmness in the face of my counter-question.I took a sip of wine, and vaguely heard him tell me to go in.I was very unconvinced, "Why should I go in?"

"Because I have something to tell you."

hateful!Still that hateful self-centered look.

"If you want to say it, say it here."

"Come in, it's very important."

Before I could react, I was dragged into the room by him.I have been at a disadvantage, unable to break free, and angry and anxious.

"Say something!"

I thought he would say something, but he rushed over and bit my lips like a wild beast. For a moment, I had the illusion that I was going to be swallowed by a wild beast. The numbness brought by alcohol disappeared suddenly. Calm down and shout at him: "What are you doing?"

He took a step back, let go of his hand, and smiled indifferently: "It's over, there's no more, you can go."

After finishing speaking, he deliberately pushed me with his hands, and kept urging: "You go." I was caught off guard by his sudden change, and I knew that I was not far from anger, so I restrained my anger Tell him: "Don't push me anymore, I'll beat you up."

"Hit me? Heh" he pushed me again with disdain.I no longer restrained myself, and slammed my fist hard into his face.He fought back not to be outdone, and we wrestled together like two irrational beasts.Pushing and shoving, I pushed him down on the bed, and he struggled and resisted while provoking me, panting heavily, "You're crushing me to death!"

I couldn't hear any voice, and I lost my mind, only his hateful and reluctant face flashed in my mind over and over again.Grabbing his neck fiercely, his face gradually turned blue.Finally, he pushed me away with all his strength, and I was pushed aside by him, watching him cover his neck on the bed and pant hard.