Ideal place

The waiter rushed in when he heard the movement, and asked in a panic, "Mr. Shang, are you all right?"

Shang Zheyu stared at Wen Ran intently, staring at his faded lips, and replied: "It's okay, please help me to make the untouched food on the table..."

Wen Ran suddenly interjected, "I won't eat his leftovers."

With a hoarse voice and unclear words, Shang Zheyu completed the words and said to the waiter: "You go out first, I will come by myself later."

The light in the closed bathroom was dim. Shang Zheyu sat opposite Wen Ran, and the two leaned against the wall in silence.After a long time, Shang Zheyu lit a cigarette, and the lingering smoke blurred the outlines of things, making everything around him seem to fall into a dream.

How nice it would be if it was really a dream.

It's just been a long time since I saw him, Shang Zheyu looked at Wen Ran's sunken side face, with prominent cheekbones, so thin that he almost lost his appearance.Perhaps it was because of vomiting that his complexion was sallow, like a withering white rose.

Shang Zheyu couldn't think of words of comfort, so he could only ask helplessly, "How are you?"

Wen Ran rolled herself into a ball, did not answer, and there were no tears on her face.The silent blank continued to stretch, and after ten minutes passed, he asked, "What does Mr. Shang think of me?"

"I've said it a long time ago." Shang Zheyu played with the cigarette butt that had already been extinguished, "You are a good person."

"Even you don't think I'm bad." Wen Ran smiled sadly, "But why...the person I love the most humiliates me like this?"

"I originally..." Wen Ran choked up, "I could have been supported by the memories of the past."

Shang Zheyu moved his body closer to Wen Ran, and heard him tremblingly say: "But now, I can't remember what Jian Xize was like in the past."

Bending his index finger to rub against Wen Ran's reddened eyes, Shang Zheyu had no other intentions, but simply didn't want to see Wen Ran feel sad anymore, especially for Jian Xize.

Wen Ran struggled for breath, and looked at Shang Zheyu in pain: "He killed the him in my heart, and I lost even the 'past'."

First love is like a soft yarn, delicate and white, painted with the temperature of love, gradually becoming colorful.Nowadays, when a handful of black paint is splashed on it, all the lines and patterns are buried in black. No matter how hard you try, it will not be cleaned after all.

Shang Zheyu said: "Wen Ran, if you want, I can be your listener anytime and help you share your sorrow."

At this moment, Wen Ran didn't have the energy to say another word, he just grabbed his clothes tightly, struggling to maintain his crumbling consciousness.

Around five o'clock, Shang Zheyu sent Wen Ran back to Wanxin Community.Before parting, he turned his head to look at Wen Ran: "What are your plans in the future?"

Wen Ran lowered her eyes calmly: "Help me with the resignation procedures, I will call Jian Xize in the next two days."

Shang Zheyu was surprised: "Aren't you going to make it clear in person?"

Wen Ran shook his head weakly: "I won't see him again, but I will definitely say goodbye to the 'him in the past'."

Shang Zheyu suddenly had a bad premonition for no reason. For some reason, he always felt that it would be difficult to have a chance to walk and chat with Wen Ran in the future.

Just when he was in a daze, Wen Ran said softly, "Thank you."

Before Shang Zheyu could respond, his outstretched hand was empty, and the closed car door separated them into different worlds.

Walking to the edge of the flower bed, Wen Ran was exhausted, so she supported the stone platform to buffer for a while, then bent down and sat down.He raised his head and stared at Residential Building No. [-] a few steps away. The floor-to-ceiling windows were basking in the evening sun, and the window lattices were bright red.

Wen Ran was in the shadow of the clouds, the cold wind was blowing on her face, and the chill was piercing.

He was played/played by Tong Zhiyou, trampled by Jian Xize, every corner of his body was covered with a layer of dust, and the dirt was everywhere.There is a bug digging holes in my heart, and the already fragile place is full of holes. Wen Ran thought, what is the meaning of my life?

Pei Nanqiu.

Suddenly, grief came from within, Wen Ran covered her face and cried bitterly, her heart hurt like a pinprick and she was about to suffocate.With his mouth open, he called for help hopelessly: "Nan Qiu, Nan Qiu..."

There is only one clean Pei Nanqiu left in his world.

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