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Liang Songying was extremely irritable, and tried hard to break his hand.

Yan Wangxiao knew that he had a bottom line in his heart, and he turned the clamoring phrase "I'm very sad recently" into a confusion: "Liang Songying, am I feeling wrong? I think we are very suitable, and I think you are the one I have been looking for. the person from..."

He spoke affectionately, the body was tightly pressed together, and the heat and movement came from him, so he couldn't help touching the sensitive points with his hands and lips irregularly.

Liang Songying didn't listen carefully to what he said, and was more thinking that if she struggled, it would be really ugly, like a raped woman.Not struggling, and not what he wanted.Taking advantage of Yan Wangxiao's slack, he grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and after getting out of his embrace, he twisted Yan Wangxiao's hand behind his back, making a click.

Liang Songying took two steps back.

Yan Wangxiao held the dislocated right wrist with his left hand.

With a distance of one meter, the two looked at each other and couldn't stand each other.

Yan Wangxiao's face was expressionless, his eyes were cold, he moved and walked forward, but bypassed Liang Songying and went straight down the mountain.Liang Songying turned around and followed behind, keeping a distance of two or three meters.

The two did not speak again.

Back on the mountainside, Yan Wangxiao threw him a bunch of car keys, "Drive to the foot of the mountain and wait for me." He went down the mountain on foot.

Liang Songying drove Yan Wangxiao's car, and after a while caught up, opened the car window and said to the man who was driving on the road: "Second Young Master, get in the car."

Yan Wangxiao didn't even cast a glance at him.

The car was a few meters behind, and the headlights were turned on to illuminate the road ahead of Yan Wangxiao.A section of the road that should have been a 15-minute drive was abruptly walked by Yan Wangxiao for 50 minutes.

Seeing him walking step by step with his dislocated hand, Liang Songying didn't understand what he was insisting on.He was the one who was offended, but the one who lost his temper was the chief culprit, so he still needed to coax him?

Yan Wangxiao was willing to get on the car when he reached the flat ground at the foot of the mountain.

Liang Songying drove back to the city and said, "Go to the hospital first."

"Fengjing Garden, No. XX Road, XX District." Yan Wangxiao reported an address directly, "Leave me alone, I'll go home."

Liang Songying was silent for a while, feeling that he still couldn't leave him alone, "You dislocated your hand, can you pick it up yourself? I'll take you to a private hospital, where I did leg health a month ago, and there are trustworthy doctors."

He turned his head and glanced at Yan Wangxiao, "Can you take it as my mistake and give me a chance to make up for it?"

Yan Wangxiao looked sideways out of the window, and said coldly: "You misunderstood, I am also a person who cherishes myself. I have an exclusive doctor who comes to my door."

Liang Songying "Oh".

There was a small episode in the middle.Liang Songying walked along the route indicated by the navigation, and halfway there, Yan Wangxiao suddenly ordered him to take a detour.No matter how I ask, I refuse to explain.In the end, they traveled a long distance and arrived at the community where Yan Wangxiao was located. It was already nine o'clock in the evening.When Yan Wangxiao was about to get off the car, Liang Songying said sorry, and did not distinguish between serious and serious.

Unexpectedly, Yan Wangxiao reacted inexplicably to this sentence. He didn't plan to turn around and leave in silence, but now he turned around and said, "Liang Songying, you are not indiscriminate, you have no sense of proportion, you don't know how to advance or retreat, and you don't know what is right and what is wrong! Since Can't respond to other people's feelings, what do you do here? Are you watching my jokes? Are you proud?"

He didn't know whether he was angry with Liang Songying or himself, so he kicked hard on the car door, which hurt his toes. He frowned and said, "Stay away from me from now on! It's okay to walk around when you meet me." Stop contacting!" He cursed a few times when he turned to leave.

Liang Songying watched his back gradually disappear into the night, said goodbye softly, and then drove around the community looking for a parking space.Park the car and send a text message to tell Yan Wangxiao where it is parked.However, holding the car key is a little bit worried, I don't know how to return it to him?

I had no choice but to go to the management office to ask Yan Wangxiao's floor number, and put the key into the inbox under the suspicious eyes of the property owner.Edited another text message to tell Yan Wangxiao.While writing, he said to himself: "I contacted you only when I have something to do. Don't contact me if there is nothing to do. I just won't contact you."

When he took a taxi back, the driver asked him where he was going. He was very tired and said he was going home. The driver asked where his home was, and he thought for a while and said he was in France.The driver slowed down and said, Oh, this is not an airplane.He said it's okay, you can take me to the XX community at No. XX XX Road first.

There is a boring news radio station in the car, and the host broadcasts where, when, who and what happened in the same tone.

He sat in the back seat, half-closed his eyes, relaxed and listened to what happened in other corners of the world, and occasionally dealt with a few nagging words from the driver.

"Strange news happens every day. There was a man in Binzhou who was broken in love. He turned on the gas and planned to commit suicide. His family found out and comforted him to dissuade him from dying. He wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm down. The moment the fire was lit, he died in an explosion."

Back at the apartment, out of the elevator, the corridor was quiet, and the incandescent lights were quiet, and he heard the sound of sneakers on the floor.When I took out the key at the door, I heard a metal jingle. The key was inserted into the lock and turned twice, "click" and "click", and then there was a "嘿嘿——" from the crack of the door when the door opened.

When I went to close the doors and windows, the sound of clothes rubbing could be clearly heard in the empty house. After "Didi" turned on the air conditioner twice, the very slight sound of the machine's operation began to echo.

He put on slippers and home shorts and a short jacket, went to the corner to get a glass of water, took out a piece of ice from the refrigerator and put it in the glass, then sat cross-legged on the sofa and ordered takeaway.

From the first one, I saw the last one beyond the scope of delivery. It was difficult to choose between rice, noodles, fragrant pot, spicy soup, hamburger and French fries. , casserole noodles, Sichuan spicy noodles, or fried noodles.He recalled the deliciousness of each one one by one, and then compared them one by one, weighing them carefully.

After a while, he scratched his hair and fell back on the sofa with a sigh.He raised his phone to look, and found that half an hour had passed. He said "Ah——" again in embarrassment, and quickly ordered fried noodles.

He rushed to the bedroom to get a piece of pajamas, then rushed to the bathroom and took a quick cold shower to wash his hair. After coming out of the bathroom, he just dried his hair when the takeaway phone rang.

After picking up the takeaway, the first thing to do is to turn on the TV—the science and education station that has been muted forever.Sitting at the coffee table facing the TV, peeling chopsticks for myself while watching the cruel survival competition among animals on TV.

He was eating fried noodles and saw a lion climbing on a tree branch. When the camera turned, a group of black bison surrounded the tree. The lion kept grabbing the tree trunk and trying to climb up, but couldn't stop the downward trend, and finally fell into the group of bison In the middle of the day, he was pushed back and forth by the bull's horns, and pushed to the edge of a mound of dirt, and finally remained motionless.

He guessed that the lion was hurt by the bull's horns before he died.

One year, he was inspired by Buddhism and felt that in his next life, he might no longer be a human being, but any lower animal in the world, such as a mosquito, a fly, a worm, or chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse. Geese, pigs, cattle and sheep are made into a dish and served on human tables.

When their throats were cut by the knife, they must have been very painful, otherwise why would they struggle so violently and scream.

During that time, he gave up meat.

Later, I thought, in fact, all things are eaten and eaten. Among animals, there are still some animals that eat their spouses and children of the same kind.

Then eat it.

Plants don't feel pain and are less guilty of eating.

Fish and seafood have weaker pain nerves than animals walking on the road, so after a period of abstinence from meat, he started to eat fish, but then he forgot his original intention and couldn't remember what his next life would be, so he ate all kinds of meat and vegetables as he pleased.

After all, people are carnivorous animals, and he is not someone who always wrongs himself. A group of people at the table are eating meat with great relish, and their desire cannot be suppressed after watching for a long time.Think about it carefully, why do you have to treat yourself so harshly in the first life, what will happen in the next life is so elusive.

It's just that at the time, I was not ashamed to promote vegetarianism to my friends, but it turned out to be a joke.Seeing him eating meat with sandwiches during the meal, he would say "Oh, isn't Lan a vegetarian" from time to time, so he could only say "Don't bring up the embarrassing thing again, my head was caught by the door".

He recalled the past with a smile.

In fact, in this human society, there is also strife and strife, to earn a living, or to fight for a breath.

He also fights, but even if his career is successful and attracts the attention of everyone, what's the use? It's not just sitting alone in an empty house, sitting on the ground alone, eating dinner alone, watching TV alone, sleeping alone in a cold bed, alone Wake up by the alarm clock, prepare breakfast alone, go to work alone, plunge into the lively crowd, and go home and repeat the daily routine alone, day and night.

Whenever eating dinner alone at this time, he especially hoped that there would be someone sitting at the opposite table, and he would serve her food, saying, eat more of what you like.

After cleaning up the leftovers, brushing your teeth and washing your face, the hour hand points to quarter past eleven.

This apartment has a separate piano room for sound insulation.Sitting next to the piano, there are several pages of handwritten numbered notation on the shelf. There are many traces of modification. The old ones are crossed out with a black pen, and the new ones are replaced with a red pen. From a distance, it looks like a simple graffiti.

He named the piece "And the Wind".Thinking of Yan Wangxiao, the man who was driven away by the wind like a dandelion, in the name of love, kept floating and falling.Full of life and full of sadness.He endowed this piece with deep emotion, a melancholy but not hurtful melody, like the melancholy eyes of a poet with contemplation of life, sighing, but full of hope.In the lingering, there is a flexible force that runs through the whole song.

Yan Wangxiao is undoubtedly a very handsome man. He looks chic and uninhibited, and with a rich background, he is not the legendary dude. He only knows how to have fun and does not seek to make progress.His performance in "Hate" and his attitude of humbly asking for advice on music some time ago all show that the second young master has his own pursuit and goal in life.

He is not disgusted by being pursued, admired, and entangled by such a man.Er Shao was right, he was proud of it.

Seeing the Second Young Master struggling, forbearing, and sad for him, he actually...

In this era of ruthlessness and profit, how many are sincere to greet you with false affection, and how many are left if you are sincere and willing to take them out and hold them in front of you?

There are many people who love each other, how many couples are deeply in love?

There are very few people who are deeply in love, and how many pairs will be favored by fate if they can stay together until the end of life?

Over the years, he has been working hard to polish his eyes, hoping that they will be piercing eyes, so that he can discern the sincerity from the faces of passers-by.Once he found gold, he would hold it firmly and take it for himself.

It was widely rumored in the media that he had high vision and looked down on anyone, but he just didn't find his gold.

The second young master is a man, before he competed with anyone, Liang Songying had already kicked him out.Whether that heart is real gold, or plastic.He closed the score, put it aside, and when he stood up to leave, he sighed unconsciously.

The author has something to say: Maybe, maybe, maybe there are some bugs, please forgive me~