Life With You

Han Chunmeng and Gu Dongxu bickered all day long, and they had been fighting for eight or nine years. Song Xi didn't take it seriously and just treated it as a daily chat between the two.

After hanging up the phone, Han Chunmeng kept talking about something else. As she was talking, she suddenly said: Hey, do you think Cong Yang really likes me?

Song Xi tried his best to cheer up from his dull mood and replied: Why is he chasing you if he doesn't like you?

Han Chunmeng lowered her gaze, picking at the untouched rice in the bowl, and said angrily, Maybe I'm just bored.

Song Xi said: Why should I flirt with you instead of flirting with others when I'm bored?

After that, without waiting for Han Chunmeng to respond, Song Xi added directly: Chasing you may not mean that I like you from the bottom of my heart, but if I don't chase you, I definitely don't like you.

As soon as the words fell, Song Xi felt a surge of sourness in her heart. She was so sour that she had to drink alcohol to suppress it.

Han Chunmeng lowered her gaze. She didn't know what she was thinking. She was silent for a long time and said abruptly: How about I try with him?

Song Ximei raised her beautiful eyes and looked at the opposite side: Is it true or false?

Han Chunmeng also raised her glass and took a sip of wine, then wrinkled her nose and replied: How many years do you think I have been single? When I first went to college, my mother blocked me from falling in love, saying that I dared to go behind my back. She was messing around outside, so she would break my legs. She changed her mind just after I said this in my junior year. As soon as she called me, she asked me if I was in a relationship. She was afraid that I wouldn't be able to get married. I went back to Northeast China on New Year's Day a while ago and stopped by. I attended the wedding of one of my classmates, and another junior high school classmate of mine brought their children to the wedding banquet.

As he said that, Han Chunmeng suddenly sighed and said with emotion: I'm already twenty-six years old. It's really scary to think about it. It's time to find a master.

Han Chunmeng said this last sentence as if he was making a decision.

Song Xi put his arm on the edge of the table, supported his chin, and said with a faint smile: You are only twenty-six and you hate getting married. What do you think of the outstanding young women in our hospital who are thirty years old and above and still have no partner?

Han Chunmeng didn't smile. She raised her eyelids and said jokingly: You had the idea of ​​getting married when you were twenty. What did I say to you?

Song Xi met Han Chunmeng's gaze, and the smile on her face gradually became unbearable. She lowered her gaze. Song Xi knew that Han Chunmeng was talking about Shen Zhaoyi.

Fragments of the time when she was with Shen Zhaoyi still appeared in her mind, but she didn't know if it had been too long. Song Xi always felt that the pictures were a little blurry. Some of them she didn't even know if they really happened or if her memory was confused. Pieced together.

Song Xi didn't say anything, and Han Chunmeng asked softly: Hey, tell the truth, what do you think when he comes back?

Song Xi still lowered her gaze, her face neither sad nor happy, just a little lost in thought. After a moment of silence, she opened her mouth and replied: It's quite unexpected. I don't know where he has been in the past few years and what he has experienced... hurt.

Han Chunmeng saw Song Xi's eyes were a little moist and asked softly: Do you still like him?

Song Xi shook his head: What is in the past is in the past.

Han Chunmeng said: Don't be restrained and don't think about face. Just ask yourself, do you still like him?

Song Xi gently raised the corners of his lips and replied mockingly: For three years, I don't know whether it is his kindness to me or his kindness to me that I can't forget.

In a rare moment of cleverness, Han Chunmeng said aloud: It's simple. For example, if Shen Zhaoyi pursues you again, will you agree?

Song Xi's instinct was to shake his head.

Han Chunmeng asked: Do you hate him or are you afraid of breaking up again?

Song Xi said: Yes, but because he is a good person, I forgive him.

In fact, Han Chunmeng also neglected one thing. She had guessed a lot, but she didn't guess that Song Xi might have a new crush in her heart. She didn't ask, so Song Xi naturally wouldn't take the initiative to tell her.

Han Chunmeng said: It is easy to love someone and hate someone, but it is too difficult to let go. In the future, we must learn to be a person who can afford to let go.

Song Xi asked: Why are you so emotional today?

Han Chunmeng smiled: Let's drink.

Song Xi also laughed. Han Chunmeng was not a good drinker. After half a glass of white wine, his face turned red and his words became more dense. After sitting in the hotel for an hour and a half, Han Chunmeng made an impromptu suggestion: Let's go watch a movie? Cong Yang said Exes 3 is great, I don't want to go back so early, are you okay?

Coincidentally, Song Xi didn't want to go home either. After the two paid the bill, they took a taxi directly to the movie theater.

There are quite a lot of films scheduled for Exes 3, but the timing of the two's arrival was unlucky. Either it was halfway through, or there were still 40 minutes left until the show started.

Han Chunmeng squinted her eyes and looked at the screen. There was a couple's hall that had just opened for five minutes. The two of them were just relaxing, so they decided to become a monk halfway and bought tickets for the couple's hall to go in and watch it.

The couple's hall is smaller than the ordinary hall. Through the light on the screen, you can vaguely see a few couples sitting in the middle rows, and then there is a person sitting in the last row.

Song Xi and Han Chunmeng came to the middle and back area. The leather sofa was soft and the air conditioner was very warm. Soon after sitting down, Song Xi began to feel sleepy. At first, she could still hear the lines in the movie, but with a sudden shake, she immediately Fell asleep.

Vaguely, Song Xi heard someone crying. At first, she thought it was a dream, until Han Chunmeng moved and completely woke Song Xi up.

The cry became particularly clear, coming from diagonally behind. Song Xi turned around and saw that it was the man in the last row, sitting on the sofa, covering his face and crying loudly. The movie had finished, and the white subtitles illuminated his face. Turning pale, Song Xi realized later that Han Chunmeng had already stood up and walked around to the back row to pass the paper to the man.

Song Xi is actually a very soft-hearted person. He was not made to cry by the movie, but his nose was sore by a strange grown man.

After leaving the cinema, Han Chunmeng still blew her nose and said in a low voice, I want to go to Wang Lao Wu.

Song Xi had no other ideas. She didn't want to go back to Cuicheng Mountain and wanted to spend the whole night wandering around with Han Chunmeng.

The two took a taxi to Wanglaowu again. It was around 10:30 at night, and the barbecue restaurant was busy. It was crowded as soon as they entered, and all the tables in the private room were occupied. They were lucky enough to bump into a table and were about to leave. Han Chunmeng quickly pulled Song Xi to sit down.

Song Xi ordered a bowl of pimple soup, and Han Chunmeng ordered a lot of things, as well as two bottles of liquor and four bottles of beer.

Song Xi said: Didn't you lose weight and break the precept again?

Han Chunmeng replied: If you can't finish eating, bring it back to Gu Dongxu. You can't live in someone else's house for free.

Before the baked goods were served, the wine was brought out first. Han Chunmeng asked someone to open all four bottles of beer, poured a glass, and raised a toast to Song Xi.

Both of them were in a bad mood, and even the clichés were omitted, and they just drank in silence.

When Song Xi's pimple soup was served, she had already finished two bottles of beer and was opening a bottle.

Han Chunmeng's drinking capacity was not as good as Song Xi's, and now she looked drunk. She held a wine glass and said to Song Xi, Xiao Xi, I can't wait any longer. I'll give you a try tomorrow, and I'll have an appointment with Cong Yang tomorrow, right? Who doesn't know how to fall in love?

Song Xi still maintained his rationality, looked around, and whispered: Keep your voice down.

Han Chunmeng had half a glass of white wine in her hand. Looking at Song Xi, she said loudly: Don't wait any longer. If you find something suitable, try it. If you don't try it, we will never take this step... Come on, do it with me. .”

Song Xi was also very unhappy, so she went crazy with Han Chunmeng who drank too much while she was sober, and drank half a glass of 52-degree liquor in one gulp.

Before doing it, she felt that she was only half drunk. After doing it, she was sweating all over, her heartbeat was racing, and she thought to herself: It's over.