Ideal place

Every night after that, as soon as Wen Ran closed her eyes, every scene skipped in front of her was either a car accident or a rainy day, making it extremely difficult to fall asleep.He always got out of bed and hid in the bathroom after Pei Nanqiu "slept soundly", smoked or drank, and sometimes sneaked out for a walk in the community, enduring the cold wind, trying to make himself ill.

Pei Nanqiu was aware of Wen Ran's whereabouts.

Sitting on the flower bed, with a withered flower stalk on the back, it was like someone poking Wen Ran's spine with his hand.With a cigarette between his fingertips, he smoked it tastelessly, his eyes fell to the ground, mingling with the pale moonlight.

Pei Nanqiu's voice kept lingering in his ears, "Turn back and look at me."Wen Ran smiled wryly with the corners of her lips raised, her face was ugly, and her beautiful face was aging rapidly.

If emotions can be controlled by reason and know how to stop losses in time, there will be so many pathetic people in this world.Pei Nanqiu doesn't regret saving Wen Ran, and the cruel thing is, until now, Wen Ran has never regretted loving Jian Xize.

How should I live my life after that, go to Xiao Xue to have a heart-to-heart talk every few days?Or rely on having a room with Tong Zhiyou, use the pleasure/sensation of the body as a breakthrough, and pass the daily depression?No matter what, Wen Ran felt that he was always going around in an endless loop, and the real melancholy couldn't be resolved, like a dehydrated fish with pale scales and on the verge of death.

Wen Ran is soberly aware that she is falling.The abyss under his feet has not yet bottomed out, and he is still falling, but he doesn't know whether what awaits him is destruction or relief once he hits the bottom.

On the screen of the mobile phone, Jian Xize is holding a basketball, smiling more than the warm spring breeze, and there is a tenderness in his eyes that makes Wen Ran obsessed and intoxicated.This man is so beautiful that he can't find any flaws. How much Jian Xize dotes on Wen Ran - he let him taste the feeling of being held in the palm of his hand.

The sweetness that was once turned into a small pain that wandered between the bones, deeply rooted in the flesh and blood, and it was difficult to peel off.

There is no end to the hopeless days, there are cliffs everywhere in front of him, the surroundings are too dark to find a way, Wen Ran rubbed his cold fingers repeatedly unconsciously, it was too cold, his expression became more and more dazed, and he wanted to warm up with cigarette butts.

Standing up tiredly, and staggering towards home, Wen Ran looked up at the stars in the sky, slowly raised his arms, and the starlight flickered and danced between his fingers.

Even so, he held out hope for a cruel fate, and he was eager to let the stars hear his wish.

On Thursday evening, Wen Ran sorted out the recent plans in a daze, slammed his head on the table, and was too tired to move any more.Colleagues around him got off work one after another, and he turned his face on his side, staring blankly at the copier not far away to let go of his thoughts.

The phone vibrated next to the computer, but he didn't answer it, it was clearly from Tong Zhiyou's urging.He had never felt this way before, at least when he was with Tong Zhiyou, his body was completely relaxed, but now, his desire/desire has disappeared, and he felt a little bored in his heart, feeling uninterested in what they had to do.

If even "sex" can't fill this body, Wen Ran hangs his arms lazily, and if the day when the bottom really comes, I'm afraid it will not be far from destruction.

Packed the briefcase, took the elevator to the next floor, stepped away from Dingfeng Building, the cold wind poured into the collar, and Wen Ran walked towards the station with arms folded.The platform was full of people, with no place to stay, and even worse inside the bus, where shoulders rubbed against each other, and the smell was pervasive. Wen Ran looked at the city outside the window, Pennsylvania was too big, he was too small, life and death were insignificant It is worth mentioning that no one will really worry about him.

Clouds loomed above his head, his vision was dark, Wen Ran lowered his eyelashes, and his fingertips scratched the edge of the phone.He had to admit that he was the instigator of all tragedies. If he could end this ridiculous life, would he have found a way out?

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