Chapter 1196

"He wants to divorce me and propose to Zhou Chunxi. No wonder he is so happy in the morning."

She was so happy that she gave her a hug.

Now I understand that he wants her to watch the dance competition. His happiness has nothing to do with her. His hug... Just happens to be next to her.

Mu Jingluo looked at her with sympathy in his eyes. "There is a past between Jingshi and Zhou Chunxi, but I believe he didn't mean to deceive you, if you want to hear..."

"What do I listen to?" White tea drinks the wine in the cup, and a pair of black and white eyes look at him fiercely, "I have known him for four years. I thought that his world is only me, but I don't know his family. He wants to divorce me, and you have to come to tell me that he is with another man

The story of a woman? What's wrong with my white tea, and I'm going to be teased like this? "

She spoke hard and loud, and the guests next to her looked at her.

“……”

Mujingluo looked at her in silence.

"I don't listen. I'll die when it comes to the occasion. Good death! I'll kill him if he doesn't come back! "

She takes vent and slaps the empty glass heavily on the table. Like a shrew, she turns all her resentment into a curse on a dead person.

With that, Bai Cha stood up, grabbed her bag and left.

in a threatening manner.

But more than ten seconds later, the person who came to the door retreated back and sat back heavily, with a sense of despair, "I regret it, I want to listen."

“……”

Mu Jingluo looked at her in a dazed way, and then recovered for a while.

……

After all, the dark sky can't bear the heavy load, and the rain is pouring down.

Taking leave of mujingluo, Baicha walked home alone in the heavy rain. On the way, someone asked her if she wanted a ride, but she ignored it.

Walking dead and lost.

Perhaps she will interpret these eight words too incisively and vividly, and a kind-hearted aunt braved the heavy rain to come over, advised her to open up, told her that there is no life can not pass.

She thanks aunt, a person to continue to move forward, far away, she saw his apartment.

It was the same weather when I first met Yingjing.

Torrential rain and strong wind.

The smoke and dust all over the ground rolled up, making people unable to see clearly.

That year, she was 19 years old, still full of dreams.

The year before last, she wrote an online novel, which became popular overnight and ranked first among the major novel apps, bringing the small culture company that was going to close down to life because she signed her pseudonym.

It was the most beautiful year for her, and it was also a young success among ordinary people.

But then the boss began to deduct her share, with the mentality of making a lot of money to find the shooter to write in her pen name.

She argued and went to a lawyer to talk about it. The boss began to appease her, admit her mistake to her and invite her to dinner. Just when she thought everything would be OK, her plagiarism came out on the Internet, which was done by the boss.

Overnight, she was questioned and scolded by her fans.

Her own mobile phone and computer were all tampered with when the boss invited her to dinner, and she was actually copying the material.

She constantly wants to prove her innocence. She goes to a lawyer to fight a lawsuit, which costs her parents a lot of time and money

In the end, her father slapped her to wake up and told her that reputation was not important and that the family had no money to sue her.

She had a big quarrel with her father and moved out of the house to live alone and continue to fight for her rights.

This way, let her go reputation, money, friends and family are gone.

The only thing I got was mild depression plus a bunch of psychotropic drugs.

She is no longer suing, she is more and more lonely, a person living in a small house, can not go out, she changed her pen name to write, every time there are signs of red, someone will recognize her style, in exchange for a lot of abuse.

She kept changing her pen name and barely made ends meet.

Over time, the vicious circle, she has become increasingly unable to integrate into the normal society.

Until the right time.

That day, she wrapped herself up, wearing a hat and a mask, bought some daily necessities from the supermarket and came back to see a teenager sitting at her door.

He smelled of wine, decadent and dejected. He was wearing the same black sweater as her. His hat covered his head and his face, as if he were eager to hide himself as she was.With long hands and long feet, he can't keep the door open.

She stretched out her hand to pick him up. Suddenly, the boy raised his head. His thin lips were less than two centimeters away from her, and his eyes without any light looked at her.

At that moment, she sank.

For a long time, she didn't pay attention to his exquisite appearance. She just felt that she had found another soul that was lonely enough.

No, he's more lonely than she is.

In other words, he has no soul.

He lived in the opposite position of her door, but for such a long time, if he had not been drunk and sat at her door by mistake, she would not have known that someone lived in the opposite door.

His words are very few. It's hard to say more than ten words a day.

No friends or relatives ever came to him.

He doesn't go to school or work, just like an old man, staying in a small place to die.

That day, she brought him a bowl of noodles.

At this end, it's four years. From the beginning, he didn't even speak to her. Later, he and her "um" two times. Their relationship was never normal. They were just two lonely and cold souls hugging each other for warmth. But this was not necessarily love. Of course, this was just her previous idea

.

After he got married, he talked a little more, but he still didn't go out.

On the contrary, she was forced to take the first step of social intercourse and gradually walk out of depression because she had to shoulder the life of two people.

She feels that everything is developing in a better direction. She can walk out of that loneliness slowly when she meets the situation. Both of them can be normal people. Even in the future, they can have a child.

But all of these were broken today.

Today, white tea heard a scene she had never seen before.

Drenched, she walked into the apartment, stood in the corridor, like a ghost, and took out her cell phone.

Inside, Mu Jingluo sent her a picture. In the picture, when she was 16 or 7 years old, she was standing on the shooting range in a casual way, wearing black earphones, holding an exquisite pistol in both hands and aiming at the bull's-eye.

He had a youthful smile on his lips, and his eyes behind his goggles were dark and full of confidence.

Young people like that will shine in their photos.

Bai Cha points the photo of her mobile phone at her door. I can't imagine that the teenager in the photo is the living dead man without soul sitting in front of her door

Fake, right?

Twins“ As you can see, Jingshi was not like this before. He was smart and ambitious. His family had great expectations for him. Everything began when he was in high school... "