Hearing this, I subconsciously held the cigarette to my mouth and took a sip. The smell of nicotine did not relax me. In addition, the already noisy atmosphere in the bar, I felt that my loneliness seemed different from those of those people.

Du Cheng was sitting opposite me, and he was holding a bottle of Budweiser and filling it with a big mouthful. He was just saying that I would escape.

"What did I escape?"

Putting down the cigarette, I murmured myself.

"What did you say?!"

Du Cheng placed the wine bottle on the table, leaned forward slightly, supported his ears and asked to me.

"I said I escaped something."

Since I can't think of the answer, it's better to ask Du Cheng, the questioner, to give me an answer, not to mention that the purpose of my visit to him is to talk.

Du Cheng shook his head and smiled, and then he stretched out his hand. If the table wasn't long enough, he would have poked my chest.

"Ask your heart."

"Heart?"

After repeating, I fell into deep thoughts again.

It’s not that I have not tortured myself, but no matter how I tortured me, the final conclusion is: I love Zhang Yao now and want to go with her well. Even if I work hard to catch up with her, even if I try my best, I will not be able to have a class gap between us, and it doesn’t matter.

Love is an emotion that is enough to make people rush to death. Although this world is very realistic, no one can deny it. Love is better to be naive and not so mixed. When two people see each other, they think they can both of them, so they will be OK. The beautiful story begins here.

But the problems I face now seem to be not as simple as I thought. After we were really together, I wanted to get more things. I wanted to marry her and start a family. The endless greed made me selfish and ask myself, is the things I have to do really just use my own way to help Zhang Yao get through the difficulties?

Haven’t I ever thought about slapping those who don’t like our relationship with a loud slap in the face to prove that I, Chen Mo, are not bad at all?

It seems that the tragedy began to count down from that time.

A bitter curve raised from the corner of my mouth. I picked up a bottle of Budweiser from the table, bit it opens with my teeth, and poured it into a big mouthful. The long-lost beer made from barley gave me comfort. This kind of comfort came much faster than nicotine.

"Did you figure it out?"

I nodded and replied, "I figured it out, I'm really escaping."

"Then what are you going to do?" Du Cheng continued.

"What do you think I should do?"

I threw the problem to him. In my opinion, Ducheng is more transparent than many people in this city. I have never seen his freedom and freedom in others, because he is very pure. He is a complete idealist, whether in doing things or being a human being.

No one is more suitable to give me an answer at such a moment than him.

Du Cheng was stunned for a moment, then showed a helpless smile and said, "You still haven't figured it out. If you really figure it out, you won't ask me this question again."

"But I need an answer."

"Idiot." Du Cheng smiled angrily: "I'll ask you a question before I give you the answer."

"Um."

"If a pair of shoes I just bought is dusted, will you wipe them clean?"

"Is this a thing more important?" I looked at Du Cheng in confusion.

"What if it's a pair of shoes you've been wearing for a long time? On a morning when you were crowded on the subway to work, would you be trampled? "

""

"Not going to do it?"

Du Cheng asked and answered: "When you first bought the same pair of shoes, you would squat down and wipe them carefully, but after a long time, the shoes became old, and when someone stepped on them one day, you would be too lazy to care about them. This is the case. Whether it is the same when it comes to things or love, at first, you feel distressed when she frowned, but later, they became accustomed to each other, and you were not nervous when she cried."

"That's how you and that woman."

"I'm very nervous." I tried to defend myself. "I felt so distressed when I saw her crying and when I saw her facing those things, but I couldn't do anything."

"But what are your performance?"

"I"

"You chose to escape when she needed to rely on the most." Du Cheng said mercilessly: "The Chen Mo I know is sometimes very stupid, but I can't deny that he is very manly, a pure man who stands tall, flesh and blood, and knows how to take responsibility."

"But what you are now is far from him."

I could not refute, so I could only pick up the bottle and signal him without saying a word, then put all the words I wanted to say in the wine and drink them dry.

There were four or five empty bottles piled up. Du Cheng and I were drinking and smoking freely on this night, leaving all the things we promised Zhang Yao out of our minds. I didn't want to think about her because I had enough of self-blame.

But escaping is limited to that.

At that time tomorrow, I will appear in the office of President Borui as usual. Du Cheng is right. Although I will be chaotic, I am a man, a man with some flesh and responsibility. At this moment, I should choose to face it with my lover, rather than avoiding it like me, except for the crisis of our relationship.

We have just started, and I am unwilling to end at this moment.

"Mo'er, to be honest, I can see things like you thoroughly, but I just don't understand. Are you not tired if you make yourself look like this for love?"

Du Cheng asked at me with his tongue wide.

I put down the empty bottle, squinted my eyes gently, and said, "I'm tired."

"You like a person, take out everything, white horses, roses, and love that you never care about. You are full of this in your mind, thinking about the whole story, and thinking about all the sorrow and joy.

Tell yourself, OK, that's the fuck.

But unfortunately, the story is not in the direction you think. Love is like an out-of-control dark horse, stepping onto the wasteland that cannot be seen at once. You can't hold it."

"Damn it, it's so fucking complicated."

"But there is no way, who made you love me?"

"Then I'd better stop loving me." Du Cheng shook his head and sighed.

"When that person appears, you can't help it." I looked at Du Cheng and said word by word: "This rogue in life will not care whether you are willing or not. I will definitely arrange for a girl to appear and let you fall into the wasteland that is beyond your reach."

In this life, there are only a few decades in total. If you love, just love hard, leave no regrets, and live up to each other. It is really difficult to live up to this life.
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