Infatuation is the most boring

I remember that in the second year of junior high school, Zhao Erhou and I were always transferred by the teacher to the farthest position in the class. I was at the last table in the first row, and he was at the first table in the fourth row.But even so, we were still passing notes in class, and the row of students between two o’clock handed them to each other with trepidation. Sometimes when we were in a hurry, we would just stand up and throw them over while the teacher was writing on the blackboard. .

That quasi-head felt that he would be sorry for the country if he didn't throw a grenade.

I was cut off by a teacher once, and the middle-aged female teacher had a feeling that I finally caught you two. After opening the note, I found that we were drawing a QQ conversation window and sending a voice.

I will never forget the way that teacher looked at us, a look that hated iron for being weak and wanted to eat us raw.Later, I went to Minyu in high school, and he stayed in No. [-] Middle School. In order to go to Minyu to visit me, he even ordered a Minyu school uniform, so that he could sneak into the Minyu campus.

I always thought that Zhao Erhou had no temper, but he didn't know that he just didn't have a temper with me, and no matter how much temper he had, he was worn out by that little sun of Xu's family who was even worse than him back then.But today's Zhao Jun, when facing Zhou Mingkai, every word and every word is like a sword and a short gun, and his punches are unambiguous.

I know that he is also angry at how that Xu Jiayang lost himself back then, and there is no answer to all this, Zhou Mingkai became the vent.

Sometimes revenge is not to let the dead rest in peace, but to make the living feel at ease, just like how I treated Lin Qingyi back then.

How powerless you are is how much you will hate that person.

Fortunately, Zhao Jun quickly regained his senses. The wedding continued. When the wedding march sounded, everyone recovered their expressions, as if nothing had happened. Only a few people were frowning and not smiling, including the groom. .

I was thinking about Zhou Mingkai, so I hurried out to look for him. I saw him holding chocolates and preparing to get into the taxi, so I quickly followed and sat beside him.Even if he can't see me, I want to be by his side.

Zhou Mingkai leaned back in the chair, his eyes were very red, but his expression was already normal.He unwrapped the red silk bow on the box of chocolates, opened the box, and inside were a dozen round liqueur chocolates packaged in royal blue, which looked quite nice.

"Young people coming to the wedding?" The driver took the initiative to talk, "This family seems to be quite rich, look at the pomp! It feels like a waste of money."

Zhou Mingkai didn't answer, he just looked at the box of chocolates like this, took a long time to open one, stuffed it into his mouth whole, and said softly while chewing: "I... finish him for you... okay? Okay? Why is it... bitter?"

I was heartbroken as I watched Zhou Mingkai finish eating one after another.

The driver had no eyesight, and continued: "Young man, are you a friend of the bridegroom or the bride?"

"The groom's," Zhou Mingkai replied softly after eating the last one, and then looked indifferently at the traffic and buildings outside the car window.

"I heard that the groom is from Liucheng?" The driver said again, "That place has developed very well in the past few years. I heard that the government has several major projects there. Are you from Liucheng too?"

"The groom is from Liucheng," Zhou Mingkai replied, "I'm from the imperial capital, and I went to school in Liucheng."

The driver master glanced at the rearview mirror, and after noticing Zhou Mingkai's red eyes, he didn't speak, but he probably made up a gossip drama in his heart.

Zhou Mingkai didn't eat for a whole day. He got off the car at a noodle shop, and after entering, he ordered a bowl of noodles and ate them slowly.

The people of City C like sweet taste, even the noodles are quite sweet, but Zhou Mingkai definitely won't like it, so he put down his chopsticks after eating only half a bowl, and then drank several glasses of water.

It was already evening when Zhou Mingkai came out of the noodle shop, and it got dark very early in early winter, and the sky had already darkened before seven o'clock after six o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhou Mingkai walked aimlessly on the street, stepping on the leaves on the street and making a creaking sound.I followed him, feeling the urge to hold his hand, which I did, just pulling a hole out of his body.

Zhou Mingkai walked with his head down, I stood there for a while, with helplessness in my eyes.

I have to admit, I regret it.

I regret that I didn't persevere any more. Hearing Zhou Mingkai say he loves me when I was alive, maybe the ending between us will be better in the end.But I dare not think about what if, because the dream after that is too beautiful, but the present without if is too cruel.

We always wake up too slowly and make decisions too early.

I can't, think about what if.

Where do so many ifs come from?

It's done, things have come to this point, we have no other choice but to look forward, I'm better off, nothing more than two results, one is to exist in the form of this lonely ghost forever, and the other is to fly away one day, There is no room for me to think too much.It's just that Zhou Mingkai is different. There are still many possibilities in his life. I don't know how he will choose.

Zhou Mingkai entered a bar, and I followed him in without even seeing the name clearly.He sat down at the bar and ordered a whiskey.

I didn't expect the bartender to put the wine glass in front of him. After he picked it up, he drank it in one gulp. After putting down the glass, he still looked calm, as if what he just drank was just ordinary water.

The bartender obviously saw too many people getting drunk like this, and immediately put down the second glass.The same cup just dropped off the table, Zhou Mingkai drank it down again.

The bartender had a long memory this time, so he simply put the wine bottles on the table, put three bottles in total, and then went to mix drinks for the guests next to him.

The temperature in the bar was not too high, but Zhou Mingkai, who had drunk several glasses of wine, seemed to feel the heat. He took off his suit jacket, put it on the bar next to him, and then continued to pour alcohol into his stomach numbly.

As far as I know, Zhou Mingkai doesn't drink very well, most of the "Mingfeng" banquets are attended by Feng Tao, and he basically only cares about technical issues in game development.Basically, by the time the third cup was down, Zhou Mingkai was almost drunk, and he didn't even raise his head when the bartender was talking to him.

Zhou Mingkai lowered his head, the light in the bar was very dim, I couldn't see his expression clearly, I only saw that his hand holding the wine glass was unsteady and must be shaking slightly.He seemed to be about to toast again, but just as he picked it up, he didn't even hold the glass firmly and spilled it all on the bar counter.

"Sir?" the bartender noticed and came over to ask, "Are you okay? You seem to be unable to drink anymore. Where do you live? Can we call you a car?"

Zhou Mingkai didn't speak, and when I looked up, I realized that his face was already unbelievably red, his eyes couldn't focus, and he couldn't even see where the bartender was.

The bartender was about to speak, Zhou Mingkai took advantage of the alcohol and grabbed his arm, and said a little deliriously: "I don't know... I don't know... I don't know about those things... He never He told me that I don't know how his mother died, and I don't know what Lin Qingyi did... I... I..."

The bartender wanted to break free from his hand, but Zhou Mingkai's hand was surprisingly strong, so he could only give up and said, "Sir, you are drunk, let go first, okay?"

"I don't know why it became like this." Zhou Mingkai got up and approached the bartender, as if he wanted him to listen, "Back then... I just liked Lin Qingyi... I don't know about those things between him and Xu Jiayang's father... I...I know I was wrong...Xu Jiayang, I was wrong...I was wrong..."

Listening to these words, I feel that it is meaningless for him to say anything now.

Zhou Mingkai suddenly fell silent, let go of his hand, fell on the bar counter, and said softly: "Xu Jiayang, I know I was wrong, can you come back? Xu Jiayang... I was wrong..."

He said over and over again, I was wrong.

But the one who really didn't have the energy to listen was me.

Zhou Mingkai, between us, who is at fault?