Zha Gong refused to divorce

"Ziqiu, you'll be graduating the day after tomorrow. You must remember to come to the party when the time comes. You can't make excuses again." Wesker patted Ziqiu on the shoulder and winked at him.

"I'll go." Xia Ziqiu followed the crowd out of the school, and said goodbye to Wesker at the intersection.

Xia Ziqiu went back to his residence, took his drawing board and painting utensils on his back, and went to the square of Qier Street. There was a lot of traffic, there was a beautiful musical fountain, and there was a large flock of pigeons, who were not afraid of strangers begging for food.

When he arrived at the square, Xia Ziqiu found a friend he had known for a long time in a sycamore tree. This friend was an Italian wandering singer with long dark brown curly hair and beards. On a deep black chair, holding a violin, there is a beautiful and delicate wooden bowl in front of him.

Xia Ziqiu walked up to him and sat on the ground with the waste newspapers he carried with him. Xia Ziqiu put a pencil aside, took the drawing board off his back, and took out a pack of women's cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to Luo. dimension.

"No, it's just for kids, bring me a cigar next time, that's the best flavor." Luo Wei pushed back the cigarette in Ziqiu's hand.

Luo Wei's voice is very deep and magnetic. If you don't look at his attire, it's easy to think of him as a mature and experienced man. Xia Ziqiu doesn't know how old he is, because he can't tell from his appearance. Knowing that the other party's name is Luo Wei, he likes to smoke high-end cigars.

"Luo Wei, I suspect that you need cigars to maintain your voice. A cigar is worth half a month's living expenses. Do you know how expensive it is?" Xia Ziqiu said looking at his friend.

Luo Wei laughed loudly regardless of his image, and stretched out his hand to ruffle Xia Ziqiu's hair like a puppy: "Qiu, you can try it, if your voice is like mine, it will prove it .”

"What do you want to hear today?" Luo Wei said.

"Tosseri Serenade." Xia Ziqiu said.

"Little friend, you have something on your mind, did you encounter romance?" Luo Wei asked.

"No, it's just that you only play this song well." Xia Ziqiu ruthlessly exposed his friend.

Luo Wei didn't care. He set up the violin, cleared his throat and began to sing. Luo Wei's level is indeed good, otherwise he would not often be able to afford such expensive cigars. Many people in the square stopped for him, admiring With this wonderful music.

After the song was over, many people put money into Luo Wei's wooden bowl. They also noticed the Chinese next to the singer, and asked him to draw a sketch.

Pigeons flew down not far from them, many ladies and young girls were feeding bread crumbs, the pigeons cooed, and the clock tower on the square heard the sound, it was already six o'clock in the evening.

A guest asked to draw Luo Wei singing and playing the violin, and Xia Ziqiu agreed that Luo Wei has painted the most in recent years.

When Luo Wei sings, he always closes his eyes. His piano and singing can always take the listener to a foreign country, feel the simple town, the river winding down the town, and the golden hair of the mallet by the river. A girl with blue eyes, and a boy playing in the river.

Whenever Luo Wei opens his eyes, Xia Ziqiu can always see the stars and the sea from his eyes, and those who are pure and dedicated to art can see beautiful stars.

A flock of white pigeons flew over the curtain in the sky, and the sunset gradually set, and the hurried pedestrians rushed back to their warm homes before the sunset.

"Rovie, I'm going back to my residence. I'm going to the graduation party the day after tomorrow. I might not come here. I want to treat you to a glass of rum when I leave here, and I want to smoke what you said What does a cigar taste like?"

Xia Ziqiu put away the pictorials and painting utensils, bent down and squatted in front of Luo Wei, looked at him and talked with a smile, then took half of today's income and put it in Luo Wei's wooden bowl.

"Your song is really nice. I'll see you next time, Luo Wei." Xia Ziqiu waved goodbye to his friend, startling a few white pigeons on the square as he walked.

The sun had completely set, and the artists returned to their residences.

Xia Ziqiu walked back to the place where he lived now. He greeted Lilith, who was guarding the store in the small shop downstairs, and Lilith stopped him.

"Qiu, is it easy to smoke?" Lilith asked him.

Ziqiu took out the cigarette and put it back on the counter, and said thoughtfully: "The kid only smokes this, let's change to a cigar next time."

Lilith was dressed very coolly, with dirty braids and nose studs, and a motorcycle leather jacket. She took the cigarette and opened the lid to take a look, only one was missing, and then said disdainfully: "What is good about smoking cigars? Only old men like it." This, I didn't expect, Qiu, at such a young age, you have the same preferences as the old man."

"Little girl, you don't understand." Xia Ziqiu pretended to lower his voice deeply to tease her.

What Lilith hates the most is when others say she is young, Quilt Qiu stares angrily, puts away the pack of cigarettes, and expresses her dissatisfaction with a snort.

"It's not pretty to be angry, I'll go home first, see you tomorrow." Ziqiu said.

Lilith is a friend he made shortly after coming here. Lilith runs a small shop by herself and takes care of her grandmother. Because she is young and afraid of being bullied by customers, she often makes herself cool and exaggerated, looking like a Like bad girls.

Xia Ziqiu once saw a gangster pestering Lilith on the way from school, so he stepped forward to save her. Since then, Lilith admired him very much and would share anything good with him.

Not long ago, a batch of women's cigarettes came into Lilith's store. She thought it was good to smoke, so she gave Xia Ziqiu a pack. Although Xia Ziqiu didn't smoke, she still accepted it.

He sat on the roof last night and smoked one. The smell was very light, like passing smoke, and it disappeared after passing by. He didn't feel anything special, but maybe he didn't understand cigarettes.

Xia Ziqiu went back to the apartment on the second floor, opened the door with the key and closed the door, the drawing board and pen were thrown on the sofa, Xia Ziqiu went to the bathroom to wash his face.

The water from the faucet was rushing out. It was already early summer, and the weather here was still a bit cold. The cold water on his face stimulated Xia Ziqiu's nerves. He took the towel on the shelf and wiped his face.

The person in the mirror is already another look.

The impulsiveness and publicity have faded away, and it is more soft and steady.

Four years have passed, and he has been away from home for four years in a foreign country. Xia Ziqiu changed into black clothes and went out.

He went to the flower shop at the end of the street and bought a bunch of white daisies, and took a taxi to the suburbs. There was a wide river in the suburbs. Xia Ziqiu folded a boat with the dark brown oil paper he brought and put it on the river. Floating along the river to the distance.

He put the bouquet of daisies in his hand by the river.

Not long after he left four years ago, he searched the domestic news. The headline of the news was: Yu Ze, the head of the Yu family, was accidentally injured and passed away. The memorial service will be held in three days.

The reporters of the memorial service mixed in and broadcast it live. Xia Ziqiu watched it from the beginning to the end without shedding a single tear.

A person sat in the residence from late at night until dawn.

Some people are like this, you hate him, but he is more ruthless and crazier than you, he uses death to occupy the position in your heart, and he will never forget it.

Probably old wounds are not always so easy to heal.

The author has something to say: It’s cold, and the doctor said that salted fish can only eat warm soft rice (star eyes (☆_☆)).

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Hey, and Uncle Yu became even darker and perverted later on.