Gloomy

In the noisy bar, the DJ played the most dynamic rhythm, provoking a wave of responses on the dance floor. Under the ambiguous lights, men and women danced enthusiastically, and strange body entanglements.

This is the first floor of Tumi, a place they would never bother to stay in on weekdays, but today Luo Fengying was uncharacteristically sitting in front of the bar, since he hadn't pushed Fengjin away since then, his heart must have been messed up.

An unsolvable equation has no answer itself.

Luo Fengying didn't know how many glasses he drank, but his alcohol capacity was always good, until finally he was able to walk out of Tumi with his usual expression, but he was just trying to hold on, and the things in front of him began to distort slightly, and his stomach hurt a lot. sharp.

Maybe he really drank too much this time, Luo Fengying naturally knew that if he really passed out here drunk, the headlines of tomorrow's news would probably be replaced by something vulgar like 'Feng Shao can't protect himself, Luo Shao buys drunk for love' up.

He collected himself, turned around, took out the key, and opened the car door.The moment he opened fire, he seemed to hear Yinyin's voice whispering in his ear: "You are a drunk driver." He smiled weakly, drunk driving is drunk driving, what's the big deal.Alcohol paralyzed his nerves, so he naturally didn't notice that another car started quietly next to him.

Destination: Xishan Cemetery.

In the middle of the night, Xishan Cemetery is quiet and uninhabited, and it has the atmosphere of shooting ghost movies.Luo Fengying quietly stopped in front of No. 709, Bauhinia Ninth District. This is the tomb of Shan Yiyin.I remember she once said that she hated nine the most, because she thought that since it was already nine, why not add one to make it whole.Now she is going to be buried here, buried under the number she hates the most. In fact, the verb to bury is wrong. The high explosives abbreviated as LOP3 have already divided her into pieces, plus the fire caused by the leak of the fuel tank, now What was buried in the tomb were only some things she liked during her lifetime, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a tomb of clothes.

He knelt down on one knee and wiped the photo on the tombstone with his sleeve. In the photo, Yin Yin was still smiling heartlessly, which deeply hurt the heart of this man named Luo Fengying.Slowly sticking his forehead to the cold tombstone, he said softly, "Yinyin, I'm sorry."

"If there is an afterlife, don't ever meet Luo Fengying, a perverted and incomplete monster with a twisted mind. There will definitely be a man who loves you and treats you as a treasure in his heart. Don't be with Luo Fengying again. Feng Ying has a little bit to do with it." The voice was already choked up, and some warm liquid slowly flowed down the photo.

After a long time, he still got up and left, walked to the random parking place at the foot of the mountain, half leaned on the car door, lit a full-body cigarette, and slowly smoked.

Winter is coming, and the night is getting longer and longer, staring blankly at the scattered light from the city, the lines in front of his eyes are distorted abnormally, the stamina of the wine he drank before has fully recovered, and he slowly slid down the car door.

Not knowing whether it was the cold or accidentally choking on the smoke, Luo Fengying covered her lips and coughed lightly a few times, and then spread her hand, it was already blood red. XV?What a nasty plot.If Yin Yin was there, she would definitely start making a fuss again, trying to forcefully smile, but the bright red liquid spewed out first, and her consciousness eventually lost consciousness.

In the blur, there was a warm and familiar embrace surrounding him, and broken words came sporadically, in a tone of resentment and helplessness: "You can't stop torturing your body like this, and never consider other people's feelings...Knowing you Love her, love her to the death...does it have to be like this to rub salt in other people's wounds...Luo Fengying, you bastard..."

……

When I woke up again, it was already the next morning, AM. 09:37, in the hospital under the Feng family.

After moving his right hand, the person who was lying there raised his head, it was Jian Yian, and Luo Fengying didn't know whether he was glad or disappointed.

Seeing him waking up, the nanny-like Jane Yian instantly revived: "Luo Fengying, what the hell are you smoking in the middle of the night, and you actually went to the bar to get drunk, what did you do early, and told you not to post or post. Ha! It’s all right now, stomach bleeding! How much did you drink, you vomit blood, don’t let it go, if you don’t know, you might think you suffered some kind of internal injury.”

Of course he knew it wasn't stomach bleeding at all.

Luo Fengying kept looking at him quietly, and the more Jian Yian said, the more angry she became: "And yesterday afternoon, why did you go to Feng's, and someone took that kind of picture, and ran to give comfort? Feng Shaoluo Did you announce your coming out at the same time? Do you know how much effort the public relations department spent to suppress this love, sex, news, and news! What's the matter, I feel bad, and I feel bad that you were killed at the beginning!"

Jian Yian obviously wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Li Sheng who pushed the door in: "Yi An, you are enough!"

"Who sent me here?" Luo Shao finally asked.

Thinking of that person's entrustment, Jian Yian smiled unnaturally: "It's just a kind passer-by." "Yes." Fortunately, Luo Fengying didn't have the mood to continue to pay attention to this issue.

After a while, Li Sheng finally handed over the thing in his hand.After accepting and opening it, Feng Jin's signature was clearly on the paper of Feng's transfer contract.He hesitated and said: "At the press conference held by Feng's this morning, Feng's declared bankruptcy, and its..."

Looking at the white suit that was casually slung on the back of the chair, Luo Fengying no longer had the heart to listen, and clutched the document in his hand tightly, letting the sharp edge cut his palm: "Who the hell sent me here!"

"It's the Second Young Master Feng." Jian Yian had to confess.

Pulling out the needle on the back of his hand, he quickly jumped out of bed to put on his shoes, pushed the door and rushed out, his movements were so sensitive that he didn't look like a patient at all.The other two were startled by his actions at first, but after reacting, there was no sign of him, "Hurry up and stop Luo Shao!" Jian Yi'an was going crazy, what did this man want to do.

Fortunately, Feng Jin didn't touch his clothes, and the car keys were still in his pocket.Besides, if he ran out in hospital clothes, he wouldn't be considered crazy.Insert the key, turn on the ignition, and go straight to Fengshi.His driving skills are comparable to Feng Jin's, so naturally they can't catch up with him.

A beautiful swing left the car at the door, and went straight to the president's office on the 28th floor. No one dared to stop him along the way. After all, the last unlucky kid who didn't have a long look was directly driven by Feng Boss.

At 0814, Luo Fengying entered the password fluently. This password is his birthday, but Fengjin has used it until now.

Pushing open the heavy solid wood door, one can see a black suitcase in front of the corner of the table. Feng Jin is putting a photo frame in his hand, and there is nothing on the originally simple desktop.

Seeing that it was him, Feng Jin stopped what he was doing: "It will be cleaned up in the afternoon at the latest, Young Master Luo is too impatient." Now, he will never think that Luo Fengying came here because of him, after all , he killed Fengying's lover, didn't he?Xu Qian is the main culprit, and he is the accomplice. Now the bad guys will finally get their retribution, and the time has finally come to sprinkle salt on the wound.

"Feng Jin..." His rationality and emotions seemed to be completely out of control, as if he didn't know why he came here after hearing the news of Feng's bankruptcy. Isn't this what he has been wanting to do this year?Why did you refuse to sign the transfer letter in front of you?

Feng Jin put down the photo frame and stood up straight: "What do you want to say? Feng Ying, you were driven to death by Xu Qian, you are too rational, no one can touch your emotional part. Do you think that being a brother should be for You just do it because you think you love Shan Yiyin, you just... Maybe you really love her. Everything you do is based on what you think, but other than that, no one cares. Everything you do can only touch your rational brain, where are all your emotions?"

Luo Fengying was stunned, and her knuckle-boned fingers couldn't help but clenched tightly.Slightly closing his eyes and then opening them, as if he had made up his mind, he took out the brocade box that he always carried with him: "Do you still remember the day when Yinyin died? I remember clearly, if you don't go to find me that day In the afternoon, I'm going to pick up the diamond ring, and then I'll propose to her on Valentine's Day, she likes these weird festivals the most. But you... ruined everything, what right do you have to blame me!" Ruthless Throwing the box in front of him, it bounced off, and the gorgeous diamond ring reflected a dazzling halo.

"Yes, after the new year, you will go to the United States to immigrate and get married. No one will know your past. With your strength, your life will not change much from now, and you may adopt a child in the future." Feng Jin looked Sad, chuckled "What about me? Have you considered my feelings? You have never considered my existence in your life plan! It was like this eight years ago, and it is still like this eight years later. Who destroyed whom! "

Finally, zip up the box: "I thought you would understand my feelings eventually, I thought I could warm up your hard heart, but that's just my thought after all.

Luo Fengying, you have no heart at all! "

Word by word, exhaustion could no longer be concealed.

I took a deep look at him again, pulled up the suitcase and opened the door: "I'm leaving. I don't care what you want to do with Feng's, but please, don't blame Feng's employees." Feng Jin sighed and stopped her hands On the doorknob, "That child, I... was buried in Xishan Cemetery, 408, Bauhinia District [-], if you have time... go and have a look."

Gently closed the door, this time there was really no turning back.

Only Luo Fengying remained silent and solidified into a statue.