love life

Not too entangled, let's go first.

I let go of his arm and walked back, only to be pulled hard again.

Under the street lights, Meng Jinyang's expression was a little fierce, and he seemed a little wronged, probably because I was dazzled.

"I said this morning..."

"Mr. Meng, although I don't know why you are doing this, I have made it very clear before that we broke up."

At that moment, the strength of pinching the arm increased again, and I cried out in pain.

He let go of his hand, "What are you dissatisfied with?"

I don't have any dissatisfaction. I was too naive before, I don't know why I was favored, I don't know why I can stay by your side.

Now that I know it, I feel that the reason is too embarrassing, and I feel that myself like that is too ugly.

I was very reluctant, but also determined to leave.

"Mr. Meng, if I haven't said everything clearly enough, then I can say it again, let's break up!"

Your beloved Cheng Lu is back, and he also loves you in his heart.

Before you no longer need me, I choose to go by myself.

"You are really...Fang Yizhen, you are fine!"

Having reached this point, Meng Jinyang stopped entanglement and turned to leave.

I have watched him leave home countless times, this time, I am afraid it will be the last time.

Perhaps the lights were too dazzling, and tears flowed down involuntarily, wiping more and more, more and more.

I don't know how that night passed, but when I woke up the next morning, both eyes were swollen, and Ruxu refused to invite me to dinner.

About a month later, Assistant Chen called me suddenly one day.

"Mr. Fang, is it convenient for you now? Something happened to Mr. Meng."

When I arrived at the hospital, Assistant Chen was waiting for me anxiously in the lobby.

"Mr. Fang, it's great to have you here!"

He took me to the door of the ward, "I've been burning for three days, and I still don't want to eat."

This person looks very powerful, but in fact, due to years of fatigue, he gets sick every now and then, and his temper is still bad after he gets sick. Most people really can't stand it.

"I shouldn't be able to help you, isn't Mr. Cheng Lu here?"

"I don't know about Mr. Cheng. Don't worry, it will definitely be useful. Just go and see him!"

I pushed open the door and walked in.

The ward was very quiet, and there were some office documents on the table next to it. The person lying on the bed didn't move when he heard the noise, and just said, "Get out, I don't want to see anyone now."

I had no choice but to stop my steps, thinking that Assistant Chen might have gone to the doctor in a hurry, and he didn't want to see me at all.

When I was about to leave, the person on the hospital bed sat up, "Why, did you leave without saying hello?"

"I thought, maybe you don't want to see me."

Meng Jinyang showed a rare smile, but it made people feel a little sad, "Yeah, I don't want to see you at all."

"Then... I wish you a speedy recovery, and I won't bother you anymore."

I turned around and walked out, but heard the sound of heavy objects falling from the house, and hurried back to the house, only to see that the vase on the bedside table in the house was broken.

"What's the matter, are you okay?"

I walked up, regardless of whether he liked it or not, I took his arm and looked at it.

Sure enough, the hand holding the bottle was bleeding. I was about to ring the bell to invite the nurse, when the door of the ward opened, "Jinyang, what do you think I brought?"

It's Cheng Lu.

I put his hand down, feeling redundant.

【8】

Cheng Lu was also stunned for a few seconds, then smiled and said to me: "Yizhen is here, long time no see."

"Long time no see." I looked at him and then at Meng Jinyang, feeling that my existence was a little redundant, "Then I'll..."

"I'm hungry." Meng Jinyang looked up at me and said again, "I'm hungry."

"Then let me talk to Assistant Chen."

"There are ingredients in the small kitchen." Wearing a hospital gown, he looked up at me with an extraordinarily fragile and innocent look.

The small kitchen in the suite really stocked a lot of ingredients. I watched and took some that he would like to eat, cooked porridge, and made some side dishes for him.

When the dishes were finished and they went out again, Cheng Lu had already disappeared.

I helped him put the small table in place, and served the porridge and vegetables, only to see him frowning.

"What's the matter, don't you like it?"

"Aren't you going to eat with me?"

"It's getting late, I'm going back."

He looked at me with a bad expression, "I still want to eat tomorrow."

"I'm going back first, you have a good rest."

I didn’t hear him say goodbye when I left. The moment I closed the door, I saw him poking the porridge with a spoon, which was a little funny and a little sad.

I know that he lost his mother when he was very young, and his father was busy with his career and rarely accompanied him. Even with a good friend like Cheng Lu, who grew up in an environment lacking parental care, he is actually more fragile than ordinary people, and he is used to it. A person bears silently.

Those who have not learned how to convey love since they were young must have not conveyed their heart to that person, otherwise they would not be sitting alone in the hospital ward eating porridge.

While waiting for the bus at the entrance of the hospital, I accidentally saw Cheng Lu sitting on a bench smoking a cigarette.

He has always given people a bright and bright impression, but at this moment he looks a little lost and tired. The cigarette ash fell on his pants, but he didn't notice it.

After a few glances, I was about to look away, but unexpectedly his gaze fell on me.

There is an embarrassing feeling of being caught peeking at others.

I quickly turned my head to see if there were any empty cars, thinking otherwise I would just walk to the nearby subway station.

As a result, he stood up and walked to me, "I'm sorry about what happened last time."

"Ah?! It's okay." I couldn't help but took a few steps back.

He smiled wryly, "You should think I'm stupid now."

I was silent and didn't know how to answer. I think it might be that the knot between him and Meng Jinyang has not been solved yet.For a moment, I badly hoped that the knot between them would not be untied so quickly, but fortunately, such thoughts were quickly driven out of my mind.

That night, I asked Ruxu out, drank a lot of wine, and then slept directly at his house.

When I woke up the next day, it was already afternoon.

Ruxu went to work, I took a look at my phone, but was shocked, there were dozens of missed calls.

Looking through it, two were from Ruxu, a few belonged to Meng Jinyang, and the rest belonged to Assistant Chen.

I thought about it, replied to Ruxu's message, packed up and went home.

After that, I learned about Meng Jinyang again on the news. It was the groundbreaking ceremony of a vacant lot in the outskirts of the city. The camera swept across his face, and it was that expressionless face that should not be approached by idlers.

When I saw it, my heart would inevitably fluctuate, but gradually I felt that I and him were completely in two worlds.

It's like having a beautiful and beautiful dream, and now I wake up and return to reality.

Every December, the publishing society has a dinner.

There was a traffic jam on the road that day, and when I arrived at the hotel a little later, I saw the editor Luo who was in charge of me waiting for me at the door.

"Sorry, I should have left early."

Editor Luo walked in with me, "Teacher Fang, your location is here."

I greeted several authors I knew well and sat down to listen to their chat.

"I heard it's coming tonight."

"No way, will the dinner party of a small company like ours come?"

"It seems that someone met me at the door, and the boss went to pick him up in person."

"By the way, why did you buy our publishing house? Xiao Fang, do you know?"

I heard from Editor Luo that there were some personnel changes a while ago, but I didn't pay much attention to the specific situation.

"Sorry, I don't know much about it."

Halfway through the meal, the boss came to the stage to give a speech as usual.

In my first year, I listened very carefully.Therefore, in the second year, I found that the content of the speech was basically the same as that in the first year.Now slowly, start going in the left ear and out the right ear.

"Next, let us welcome Mr. Meng to say a few words."

Mr. Meng?Why are there so many people surnamed Meng these days?

As soon as that Mr. Meng's voice came out, I looked up at the stage in shock.

I approached the author next to him and asked him, "Is our publishing house acquired by Ruiyang Group?"

The other party gave me a foolish look, "Yeah, you don't know?"

I put down the chopsticks in my hand and looked at the person on the stage quietly.

When we were together, I never told Meng Jinyang about my work in detail, nor did he ask me.

So, this kind of thing should be a coincidence.

After all, our publishing house has developed very well in the past two years.

Meng Jinyang's speech was very short, but received warm applause.

It is rare to see people in real life who can only be seen in the news. Several authors at the same table were discussing whether they could take a group photo. Unfortunately, they just sat for a while and left soon.

By the time the dinner party officially ended, it was already close to ten o'clock.

After drinking some wine, I blew some cold wind while standing at the door waiting for the car, which made me sober up a lot.

But when he saw Meng Jinyang walking over, he still felt dizzy.

Not only did he come, but he stopped in front of me.I reached out and pinched his face, "It's hot."

Meng Jinyang's expression was a bit strange, and he held my hand, "Why is it so cold? Let's go, get in the car first."

He took my hand, and I followed him obediently and got into the car.

He leaned over and put the seat belt on for me.

"Didn't you go away?"

"I'm waiting for you."

"What are you waiting for me? We've already broken up."

He didn't speak, the car made a sharp turn, and I almost hit the door.

The car has been driving for a long time, and I was in a half-sleep when I heard him drive