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crazy night (3)

It was as if my feet had sunk into the dark asphalt, and when I reached the concrete floor, I couldn't lift my feet.Whether it is the legendary fall, or obsession and exhaustion. --Inscription.

An Xiaomu glanced at the big clock in the house. The hour hand was pointing to 1. It was already early in the morning. An Xiaomu didn't like wearing a watch, as it would make her feel restrained.She walked up to the stall owner and settled the bill. The shriveled appearance of the wallet made An Xiaomu gasp.

How long has she been here, and she has become so virtuous?

Wang Yuan still remembered that the person who wanted to treat on a whim was Jian Fang, and now that the person was drunk, An Xiaomu didn't complain, isn't she always not very rich.

"Wang Yuan'er, why are you still there? Come and help me carry Jian Fang." An Xiaomu struggled to support Jian Fang's arm, and said with a raised voice.

Surprised, guilt was dug a few holes by the memory, the appearance of the girl in the elevator sweating profusely with the boy on her back at noon when the disinfectant smelled pungent will always leave indelible traces in those metal-structured spaces, noisy The sleepless eyes opened the boy's eyelids abruptly, and the girl's wet bangs were reflected on the elevator door. Not only these, but also the girl's tired eyes closed, not deep or shallow, but let him The heart fell into the abyss and could not be picked up.

It turned out that the girl's strength was not as great as he imagined.

Just like that, his heart tightened, and he was completely cold from head to toe.After all, An Xiaomu still likes him.

The lights in the streets and alleys are dim, and the wind in the alley is blowing non-stop. Many shops are closed, and occasionally a few are still turned on, but the shopkeepers seen through the glass doors are just non-stop. busy with things in hand.

Few places were noisy, and the whole South Bank seemed to stop breathing.

On the asphalt road, three shadows walked crookedly under the light.

The silence that darkened the entire sky was broken. A song was amplified far away by the loudspeaker. The lyrics were vague and inaudible, but the melody was beautiful, quiet and tactful.

Su Luo stumbled and appeared in front of the two of them. They never imagined that this was the last time An Xiaomu saw Su Luo.

Her haggard eyes were fixed by history.

Jian Fang still looked drunk, his dizzy head was swollen and painful, he felt nauseous, and then began to vomit, the strong beer smell, and the drunken look became more and more clear in Su Luo's pupils.

"Why are you here? Come home with me." She pulled Jian Fang away, her face full of vibes, and then she noticed the embarrassed An Xiaomu and the uncomfortable Wang Yuan after a burst of complaints, "Xiao Mu, I'm sorry , He said he was going to meet his classmates, but he didn’t come back so late, I was worried, anyway, thank you.”

Her fiery back blended harmoniously into the dark morning and dusk, without the frame, and never appeared again.

An Xiaomu quickly scrubbed Wang Yuan's clothes. The smell of beer was still faintly discernible. Jian Fang was too careless to vomit on Wang Yuan's body. She was worried that Wang Yuan would catch a cold, so she didn't dare to let him take off his clothes. , She didn't want to leave Wang Yuan's clothes until Wang Yuan's doorstep.

Wang Yuan looked at the two movie tickets, and suddenly some hot liquid dripped on the table. He knew this kind of liquid, salty, crystal drops, a metabolism abandoned by many people.

It turned out that An Xiaomu accompanied him back home because he noticed those dirty things. No wonder he persuaded her to go home, but she still followed him as if she was angry.

The two movie tickets looked crumpled, but even so they were undoubtedly lying in a beautiful gift box.

An Xiaomu smiled proudly as she looked at the coat hanging out to dry. It was the first time she helped a younger opposite sex wash clothes. The white coat was peacefully placed on the clothes rail outside the window.

No one cared about Jane's drunk appearance, and they still lived as before.

Jian Fang woke up the next day, and Su Luo's trembling appearance was very abnormal in front of him. Her eye circles were dark, her lips were bloodless, and her face was also lifeless.

"Jane let you wake up, you go and find Su Jian, I need him." Her pitiful appearance was not at all the prestige that a sister should have.

Su Jian didn't return all night, no, he had seen Su Jian walking towards home from outside, didn't he go home?