Like a swallow returning to its nest

There is still a rope for hanging.

Fang Jian rummaged through her sister's cloakroom and picked out five cowhide belts of different lengths, shorts and thicknesses. She held both ends with both hands and made gestures around her neck, and selected the thinnest and strongest one from the five.

Then she put the things back in place, tied the belt around her belly, straightened her pajamas to cover them up, picked up the dolphin pillow on the carpet, and walked out of her sister's room pretending to be sleepwalking.

The aunt who was in charge of taking care of her food and daily life at home couldn't find her in the bedroom. The two met in the corridor. Fang Jian played this little trick for almost a month. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, half hugged and half helped her back to the room.

Lying on the bed, the aunt tucked her in the quilt and touched her forehead: "I miss my sister again. My sister is on a business trip and will be back in two days. Jane is good."

Aunt Jiang always treats her like a child, just like a nurse in a mental hospital.Fang Jian closed her eyes and did not answer. The aunt coaxed her for a while, then got up and closed the door to leave. Fang Jian heard her sigh very softly.

Adhering to taking medicine and exercising every day, and ensuring adequate sleep, Fang Jian has been free of illness for two or three months, and she is now sober as never before.

At [-]:[-], she got up, put on a dress, smeared some foundation on her face, put on lipstick, put her bag on her back and carried her shoes, Fang Jian tiptoed downstairs, went out, and drove away from the garage.

She knows where there are more entertainment venues, so she selected a newly opened one on her mobile phone a few days ago, parked the car in the parking lot, changed into high heels before getting out of the car, sprayed on perfume like her sister usually did, and pushed open the first floor She walked through a long fire escape, and met a few girls in the bathroom who were touching up their makeup.

They are probably the staff of the nightclub, dressed in cool clothes, with exquisite and colorful makeup, they gather together to smoke with arms crossed, talking and laughing loudly.

Fang Jian stepped forward to ask for directions, but she was actually just looking for an excuse to talk to them. She was full of curiosity about everything that was unfamiliar to her.

The girl who showed her the way had swollen eyes. She drew two finger-thick eyeliners on her upper eyeliner. When she closed her eyes, her eyelashes to her eyebrows were almost completely black. The strokes are fuzzy and rough, and it should be a novice.

"Enter through the back door of the Internet cafe, go straight ahead, and go outside through the Internet cafe."

Her voice still sounds very young, her face is round, how old is she?Fang Jian guessed that she might not be twenty yet.

Fang Jian secretly nicknamed her Little Panda.If you really can't find a suitable one later, I hope to meet the red panda again.

Like most girls who are wearing high heels for the first time, Fang Jian walks very slowly, her knees are slightly bent, her body is leaning forward, and she is taking small, subtle steps, her heels knocking on the white tiles, making a continuous sound of "" Each "da" is followed by a prolonged "ga" sound, because the shoes don't fit well, and the sound is like a little hen's "clucking" sound.

Fang Jian was amused by her own thoughts, and the seed called 'happiness' buried deep in her heart was secretly sprouting.

She hadn't felt happy for a long time, clasped her hands on her chest, suppressed her beating heart, and was careful not to scare away this happiness.

Internet cafes are divided into rows and decks, with private rooms on both sides of the wall, this point is very lively, except for a few private rooms, the lobby is almost full of people, young faces staring intently at the computer screens in front of them, they wantonly Sprinkle youth, cheer for victory, howl for failure, happy or unhappy, smashing the mouse and keyboard.

There were endless electronic calls, and the network administrator walked through it with instant noodles, shouting at the top of his voice: "Restart! Restart!"

During the five years of illness, Fang Jian rarely went out alone except for schools, homes, and mental rehabilitation hospitals. Only then did she discover that young cubs had such a side outside of school.It looks like fun.

The family did not restrict her freedom too much, and the expectations of her parents were in the eyes and silent actions-don't affect my sister's work, be good, and the family can support you for a lifetime.

So Fang Jian kept to herself and closed herself off, and her parents were satisfied with her well-behaved.But her illness became more and more serious. At first, she was misdiagnosed as depression and missed the best time for treatment. When she was diagnosed again, she was already moderately bipolar disorder.

The whole family, including Fang Jian himself, couldn't figure out why the moderate condition turned into a severe one, even though they cooperated with the treatment and took the medicine on time.

Tonight is 'Carnival Night', and it is Fang Jian's reward for herself. She decided to die tonight.On the premise of your love and my willingness, I want to sleep with a woman before I die.

Fang Jian's only obsession is to lose her virginity.

Afterwards, she might secretly hang herself in the hotel room while the other party was asleep. Thinking of the panicked appearance of the other party when she woke up in the morning, she was already trembling with excitement for the upcoming prank effect.

Of course, she will leave a generous compensation, and there is 5 yuan in cash in the bag.

Centered on parallel-drive escalators, mass-market KTVs start, followed by nightclubs, bars, video game centers, and slow shakers.

Scanning around, Fang Jian was carrying a large canvas bag that obviously didn't match her attire, and walked towards the two snow-white Roman columns that she had seen thousands of times on her mobile phone.

Under the vaulted ceiling in the middle of the Roman column are two open blue embossed wooden doors. There are two security guards in black suits and sunglasses standing at the door, their legs are spread apart, their toes are facing outwards, and their hands are clasped in front of them. Fang Jian is dragging When Xiao Gao walked through the wooden door with "Da Da", they shouted loudly: "Welcome to Roman Holiday!"

Stepping into this door seemed to come to another world. Amid the deafening music, the receptionist at the front desk flew over like a big golden butterfly, her gorgeous and heavy skirt hitting Fang Jian's ankle.

She clasped her hands, bowed and asked, "How many distinguished guests, do you have a reservation?"

Fang Jian shook her head ignorantly, and the welcoming lady asked again: "Santai or booths, or private rooms. Santai and booths can watch performances, and private rooms can sing."

"The deck..."

Different booths also have different prices. Fang Jian is not short of money, so she chose a big card near the stage. Soon the waiter took her from the welcoming lady and threw a wine list on the black glass table.

"Two dozen first?" the short-haired, slightly chubby female waiter asked her.

Fang Jian didn't understand, so she nodded indiscriminately, and the fat waiter asked if she wanted some snacks, Fang Jian was curious to see the guests who were dragging the beauties around on the runway, but she still nodded.

After 10 minutes, drinks and snacks were all over the table, and the fat waiter didn't care if she couldn't drink anymore, and opened half a dozen without stopping.

Fang Jian frowned in displeasure, and carefully picked up the wine glass. The full glass still couldn't avoid sliding down the wrist to the elbow, falling on the skirt along the side of the glass, and flowing into the shoe along the calf. She jumped in gratitude and spilled more wine.

The shoes don't fit well, there is a finger-width vacancy, and it will definitely be more difficult to walk when they are wet with wine.Fang Jian's eyes became fierce, but she still restrained herself from attacking, and drank it down with her neck raised.

The waiter quickly stepped forward and refilled it.

These are some small tricks of selling wine in the night market. They keep pouring, and it seems that the service is thoughtful, but in fact it forces the guests to keep drinking and ordering.The fat waiter lacked a little vision, his face was greedy and he couldn't hide it, and by chance he got mentally ill.

After drinking four or five cups in one breath, Fang Jian rested on the sofa, her skirt was already half wet.Suddenly, with a "snap", the white spotlight struck the top of the head like a bolt of lightning, and the slow rocking song stopped abruptly, without any transition, and it suddenly turned from night to day.

The guests twisting on the T-shaped platform returned to the private rooms in groups of three or four, or walked towards the gate with their leather bags in their hands. The waiters in small black vests entered the venue like hardworking workers carrying cleaning tools.

The fat waiter cheered, "Oh! Get off work."

At that time, there was no objection to celebrating Fang Jian, but why did he have to celebrate in front of the guests, and even sat on the opposite table to eat melon seeds?Don't be too obvious about chasing customers.

After drinking half a dozen Heinekens, Fang Jian didn't get what she wanted, and was completely irritated. She threw down the wine glass heavily with her right hand, and hooked her finger at the fat waiter, "Come here." She held the beer bottle with her right hand at the same time, ready to It's the posture of opening someone's head.

The waiter was not stupid, seeing that she was about to go crazy, she took a few steps back and looked around for the security guard.

"I told you to come here." Fang Jian stared at her.

At this time, a person suddenly jumped in from the corridor behind the booth, propping the back of the sofa with one hand, crossing obstacles like a light deer, shaking his ears cleverly when he landed, snatching Fang Jian's wine bottle, rushing to fat The waiter raised his chin, "You go, I'll collect it."

"Be careful!" The fat waiter reminded.

"It's okay, we know each other."

Fang Jian looked up at her, she was a girl, with a pair of big black eyes matching her vigor and sensitivity, and those clever little ears turned out to be her two long braids.

"Know? She wants to open a wine bottle for me!" the fat waiter shouted.

Fang Jian heard her clear laughter shake out from her chest.

"She's my friend, she's just teasing you, you go, I'll clean up here."

The burning anger and pain in her stomach seemed to be healed by the warmth of milk. Fang Jian's eyes fell on her curled eyelashes, and she turned to point at the fat waiter, "Go and pour me a glass of water, and I will forgive you." .”

The fat waiter ran away with a "cut" and cursed "crazy" in a low voice.

"I'm Jiang Xiaolai." She said.

Fang Jian looked at her, the same white shirt, black vest, and trousers were so different on her body.

Straight shoulders, a straight back, a pen in the vest pocket, white sleeves folded to the elbow, a small black narrow belt exposed at the hem, the shape of a corkscrew in the trousers pocket, and a waist-length double ponytail ...

All are so different.

"These wines have already been opened and can't be saved. Do you still drink?" Xiao Lai asked her with her head tilted.

Fang Jian shook her head lightly, and when she heard her say, "Then I'll take it away", she nodded again, then relaxed her body and leaned on the sofa, watching her bent over and busy.

He is not very tall, maybe about 1.6 meters, but his proportions are very good, his limbs are well-proportioned and slender, his neck does not look short in a shirt, and the small bone protruding from his wrist is very beautiful.

She does things quickly and well, without hesitation or mistakes in every action, and it is the simplest and most economical step, never dragging its feet. Soon the messy countertops are cleaned up, and the garbage on the ground is also cleaned up.

The fat waiter rushed over with a roar, the water glass rested on the countertop, and his hands probably nodded, spilled half of the glass, and the table that had just been scraped clean was dirty again.

Seeing how stupid she is, Fang Jian looked at the two people who were about the same height standing side by side, and thought viciously in her heart, this fat man is really a pig.

"Thank you." Lai said to her.

The fat waiter waved his hand and left.

Just as Fang Jian was about to pick up the water glass, Xiao Lai was the first to dump it into the trash can. She took out a clean glass from the small locker under the load-bearing pillar in the hall, and there was a kettle on the locker.

"She must have spit in your glass and stirred it with her booger-picking fingers, otherwise there's no need to run so far."

"It's ok."

Fang Jian's anger completely subsided, her fingers leisurely tapped on her thigh, her eyes were fixed on her, and she handed the glass back after drinking the water, "Where is the bathroom?"

Xiao Lai said, "I'll take you there. I just want to wash the mop."

She stretched out her palm very intimately, Fang Jian stood up on the sofa, grabbed her wrist, leaned over and approached her, spraying strong alcohol, "Do we know each other?"

She didn't hide or dodge, staring at the small mole on the left side of Fang Jian's nose, she didn't even breathe irregularly, "I don't know."

That's her.

Fang Jian thought, it will be her tonight.

The author has something to say:

Secretly open the article, stunning everyone~

Gao Liang: Suicidal behavior is wrong, please do not imitate it, and seek medical treatment as soon as possible if you are sick.

Routine Band Advance Collection: "The Nightingale and the Rose"

The first time we met, it was the first time Ye Ying came to Shen Qiangwei's villa in the middle of the mountain, and the bus only went down the mountain.

She walked up the mountain for half an hour, panting and stood in front of the carved iron gate, and saw the blue rain in full bloom on the courtyard wall of the villa.This is a vine rose with purple and white flowers.

Shen Qiangwei and her eight-year-old daughter stood at the door to welcome her. The woman had flaming red lips and a graceful figure, holding a bouquet of pink tulips and offering a hug, "Welcome Teacher Xiaoye."

At that time, Ye Ying didn't expect that every Friday, she would climb the slope for half an hour to come to Shen Qiangwei's house, part-time tutor, nanny, gardener... and Shen Qiangwei's sleeping pillow.

Ye Ying participated in all the big and small things around Shen Qiangwei, including Shen Qiangwei's husband's funeral.

Women always remain exquisite and beautiful no matter when and where. At the funeral, there is a black wide-brimmed top hat, hip-wrapping skirt, stiletto heels, and a white rose in hand. There is not a single tear in the whole process.

Outside the cemetery, under the fir tree, Ye Ying said, "I won't come next semester."

The woman's slender fingers under the black lace gloves grabbed the drawstring of her hoodie, took off her hat, and raised her head, tears streaming down her face, "Is even Teacher Xiaoye leaving me?"

At that time, Ye Ying did not expect that Shen Qiangwei's house would take so long to climb the steep slope.

*Rich woman×poor student (six-year age difference)

* aka "People.Temptation of Wife

*The relationship line happens after the widow

*Double cleaning with caution