Death Beliefs

I couldn't help but see Zhang Mianyang's anxious and helpless expression when he left angrily that night. Thinking about it, it was the first time I lost my temper with him and made trouble for no reason, which must have frightened him.

I almost anticipated the end of my dating career with him.But it doesn't matter, he has already found a new love, this happens to be a wind in everything, he is too happy to be happy.

The instigator, Xi Xiang, fortunately escaped my vicious gaze and the ensuing cold war.

She must have continued to maintain the atmosphere of candlelight dinners with her distinguished boyfriend like a normal person, and was even happy to lose a light bulb like me.

When Wen Ling called me, I was crying, and at the same time I was annoyed that Chi Yu was exposed. I would never dare to face Zhang Mianyang in the future. It's good to take one with you.

I didn't think about how to resolve the unhappiness between us, because I think it's quite dishonest for him to continue blind dates with a strange girl, and it's not worth my troubles. I'm just concerned about my own face.

I originally didn't plan to answer Wen Ling's phone call, because I was still in extreme emotional deterioration at that time, and I was afraid that I would expose myself as soon as I answered the phone call, and even implicate her in the trouble.

After all, taking my anger out on an irrelevant person is something I used to do when I was in college. Even Le Yan, who has always been good-tempered, said I was a weird person.

After hesitating for about a minute, I collected my mood, touched my embarrassing tears, and slowly accepted the call.

"I heard from your mother - are you out on a date today? That's fine, you don't need our escort anymore."

I can imagine her fooling around and gloating over there, and I don't know how my mother was so proud to reveal her heart to her. My mother is really afraid that the whole world will not know that she has a married woman. Daughter who doesn't go out,

Of course, she was also deeply afraid that people all over the world would not know the shocking news that her daughter finally met a blind date after thousands of blind dates.

I really thank her, can you be more considerate, at least don't make trouble for me, is this kind of thing worth publicizing?

I thought to myself what kind of date should I have? It was all nonsense with my mother. If my mother knew that I had an appointment with Xi Xiang and her noble boyfriend, and met my prospective boyfriend with his New blind date, I really don't know how my mother will be stimulated!

I'm too lazy to make a sound on the phone, but in fact I can't do it. How can I say such heartfelt words.

Wen Ling was surprised: "Where did you come from? Why didn't you speak? He bullied you?"

"No." I replied to her coldly, in a terrible mood, this matter must be changed, otherwise I was so irritable that I wanted to kill someone for no reason.

"No?" Wen Ling was dubious, and changed the subject, "Is the date over yet? I'll pick you up."

"In the car now."

I looked out of the car window with a complicated expression. It was already at this point, and I still ordered the driver to take me around. For a while, I wasn’t sure where to go to relieve my worries tonight. I couldn’t go home. Mom is thinking about death, of course, what I am most afraid of is that there may be a blind date feast tomorrow.

My mother is a person who is vigorous and resolute. Once she knows that things between me and Zhang Mianyang have become serious, she can't wait to give me a husband directly.

However, if I don't go home, I don't know where I should go?I can't help feeling that this is all the sadness of having no friends.

Wen Ling's phone call undoubtedly became the only straw to save me - thanks to her coming back from abroad, otherwise I would have to sleep on the street in such a predicament.

"Would you like to come to my place tonight? Since I came back, I haven't seriously got together with you. In fact, I really miss you...It happens that tomorrow is the weekend, we can go out for a walk together, you—— just be with me... …OK?"

"I'm almost home..." I said nonsense.

"I've said hello to your mother. I'll come downstairs to pick you up. Come here."

"I'm almost home." I was struggling, for some reason, I always felt that being in the same room with Wen Ling was particularly dangerous.

"I have heating in my house..." She tried to seduce me. After all, heating in winter is a deadly drug for me, and I have no resistance to it.

"My house also has heating..." I said weakly.

"What's the matter with you? Didn't you just come to the place where I live to accompany me? Why are you so coy? I'm not Zhang Mianyang, and I don't have the ability to eat you." Wen Ling probably turned several times in the air a blank stare.

I was so helpless holding the phone, I looked up at the driver, the driver seemed to be annoyed by me as a passenger, especially after I got in his car and gave him infinite imagination and room to play, he didn't even know Where should I drive, and I sit like a statue from the beginning to the end, without the slightest sign of getting out of the car, can he not be depressed?He must have gone crazy.

"Little girl, have you figured out where to go? It's not easy to take a taxi in such a cold day..."

I know what he means is that I occupy the latrine and don't shit, which seriously affects his business. Although I will pay him enough, but he doesn't get the corresponding sense of professionalism, he is dissatisfied!

I listlessly reported the address of Wen Ling's bachelor apartment, facing the busy traffic outside with a sad face, in a terrible mood.

I really don't want to go to Wen Ling's place. I just got rid of Xi Xiang an hour ago, and I'm going to get together with another person who gives me a headache in the next quarter of an hour. I'm really afraid that I will wander into the street in the middle of the night. The reason It was because of some inappropriate words that I was either kicked out by the order or I walked away in a rage.

I really know my weird style all too well, I have mania!And Wen Ling has the symptoms of conniving mania and going crazy.

I got out of the car trembling, with a look of reluctance and reluctance on my face, but my mother was very happy. When she heard that I was going to have a long talk with my old friend, she immediately decided whether to stay or not.

As if the driver had been pardoned, he almost flew away without my feet landing on the ground. He kindly reminded me, "Be happy, you have to give her a friend you haven't seen for many years."

I dealt with him without a smile on my face, turned around and went up the steps, and bumped into a person, it was soft, it must be the effect of a down jacket, I know, it made her chest flatten.

"What a grown man, but still so reckless." She reached out and rubbed the top of my hair, I squinted at her lifelessly, her doting expression was like looking at a pug dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

Me: "... I told you I'm still young. What's wrong with being a bit reckless, didn't I just bump into you?"

"Fortunately, I was the one who hit it. If it was someone else, you could try it... You almost lost your chest." She deliberately leaned forward and covered her chest.Rather than saying it is pain, it is better to say it is sex, the kung fu of teasing people is really the same as back then, if Zhang Miannian had her skills in picking up girls, how could he be reduced to a blind date?I'm afraid I don't know how many exes I have.

Me: "...have you ever had breasts? If you didn't wear such a soft down jacket today, I would have a big bump on my forehead."

"...You're right..." She raised her arms and put them on my shoulders. She leaned over and leaned on me with half of her body, and commented, "It's too poisonous."

"Don't let people tell you that you don't have breasts?" I pretended to be surprised and widened my eyes.

"...I didn't ask you to tell, isn't it because I don't want to compare my breasts with you?" After finishing speaking, she raised her eyebrows and stared at my breasts, and smiled erotically.

Me: "...Actually, I am also very distressed, with such big breasts..." I looked at her sadly.

Wen Ling: "...Why am I begging for nothing today to ask you to come and trouble me?"

"Probably because you are empty..." I said sincerely.

Wen Ling: "..."

"Hey, do you have anything to eat here..."

Wen Ling greeted me to go in. Compared with the last time I came, her bachelor apartment now looked brand new. She turned her head and looked at me in surprise, "...you didn't have dinner? Didn't your mother say that you went on a date tonight No way, Zhang Mianyang still hasn't given you a meal. Damn, you two must have collapsed before you started eating. What did he do wrong?"

I knew she would humiliate me when she got the chance, so I said awkwardly: "What date, he brought his new blind date, I met with Xi Xiang. But you guessed it right, I have dinner with him It collapsed before even eating it."

Wen Ling fell silent and asked me to wait in the living room, then turned around and went to the kitchen. While looking through the refrigerator, she asked me: "What do you want to eat?"

I said sullenly, "Just eat whatever you want. I'm not afraid of being hungry at night... Actually, I don't want to bother you."

"There is no trouble between you and me. It is your habit of not eating on time. Can you change it? I really want to get hungry someday?"

"How is this a habit? I just do it occasionally. It's as if you know me better."

"Oh, I'm sure, I'm the one who knows you best. You probably agree in your heart, but you just don't want to admit it." Wen Ling glanced at me tremblingly, and smiled wickedly.

I rolled my eyes: "You can try your best to put gold on your face. I won't stop you. As for whether you know me best, don't I have any idea?"

"It's because you don't have points, so I remind you."

I:"……"

"Okay, you sit quietly, I'll cook noodles for you... Don't stare at me, your stomach has been busy several times. I seem to have heard a symphony."

She actually spoke so clearly that I almost wondered if such a group of things really lived in my stomach.

"..."

"Hey, Wen Ling, let me tell you something." I wandered to the door of the kitchen to see her rambling inside, and I leaned against the door frame, trying to talk about something to ease our previous silence. After all, we haven't seen each other for many years. A room can't be well-behaved, not even nagging about household chores.

"You say." Her attention was all on the spatula, and she occasionally raised it to look at me.

"Then I really said it." I swallowed, it must be that the noodles she made are too delicious, so I was drooling, and I said, "We seem to have talked about Xi Xiang just now, but I see your reaction She seems to care about her...why not..."

"Meng Xuan, she and I are in the past tense. I don't want to mention her, and you just saw that I obviously only reacted to this name, but I don't have the desire to talk too much. What will happen to her in the future? It doesn't matter to me. Similarly, what I do has nothing to do with her. As a bystander, don't meddle in our affairs anymore. We're done. "

Me: "...Okay."

It could be seen that she actually cared a lot about it, but because of some kind of grudge, not only did she not dare to look directly into her heart, she even pretended to be indifferent.However, I can understand, after all, it is a matter of dignity.

"You have been on blind dates several times, do you have any special feelings about blind dates?"

Wenling cooks noodles so fast, I learned it in high school. At that time, I was quite rebellious and ran away from home. My mother was anxious about it at first, but she got used to it, no matter if I was really missing or not. She didn't even bother to call the police.

At that time, my mother abandoned me just like that. Because I found Wen Ling as a backer, I not only lost my homesickness, but even made it worse.

In fact, there is another very important reason, that is, the noodles cooked by Wen Ling are delicious... no matter how much you eat, you won't get bored.

I moved my index finger and swallowed the saliva in my throat. I couldn't stop just the smell, not to mention the noodles that were about to reach my mouth.

I said, "Let me think about it. There must be feelings. But it's more about awareness. You don't know how much regret I have now."

Holding the bowl of noodles in my hand, I threw myself into it instantly.