The Lover’s Prattle

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Rong Chi returned to KTV, a group of men were standing on the corridor outside the private room. Duan Lin lit a cigarette aside, his girlfriend stood next to him, holding his mobile phone in one hand and holding his mobile phone in one hand, frowning, his expression was very bad.

Rong Chi was so annoyed that his breath was cold. When he came near, the man didn't speak for a while, but Duan Lin's girlfriend looked at him, and he spoke with a mild tone.

Rong Chi suddenly became unsuccessful, turning his head fiercely, his eyes were cold and angry. Duan Lin's girlfriend looked a little creepy and took a step back.

Tolerant of anger, Rong Chi opened the private room door.

The music has been turned off, the lights have been turned on a lot, and the lyrics on the screen have remained half.

Jingling squatted in the middle, leaning on her arms and holding her legs, her friends around her were whispering comfort.

I heard the sound of the door opening. A circle of people came over, and originally wanted to say a word, just opened their mouths. Rong Chi stepped out of the shadows, his face looked ugly as if it had been covered with a blue-gray haze. When he looked at it, he looked like he had no focus.

The girls halted in a circle, pulling their hands together in twos and threes to wink.

Rong Chi stood beside the door and opened her body to let them all go out. The door of the private room was still open. Duan Lin probed in and patted his shoulder.

Rong Chi pressed his temples, "OK."

The private room door closed, and only the sobbing sound of Jingling echoed after the whole space was quiet. She wore a black dress, curled up in the middle and squatted, holding her legs, looking like a wing with wings hidden in the shadows. Lone bird.

Rong Chi looked at it for a while, there was really no way, and it was her birthday tonight to play again.

Rong Chi stepped forward with a gentle step, crouched down in front of her, reached out and stopped in the middle, took a breath, "Jingling." The voice fell, and her palm fell lightly on her hair.

Jing Ling was still sobbing, her tears were falling, her makeup was already spent, she looked up at him, her eyes seemed sad and happy. "Rong Chi." Two words, shouting a series of tears.

Rong Chi sighed, rubbing her hair against the palm of her hand, and not speaking.

Jing Ling's gaze was fixed on his face, and his palms were pinched above his head. "Do you like her?"

Rong Chi nodded, his eyes eased a bit.

Jing Ling chuckled, and she really smiled, then asked him, "Do you love her?"

Hesitating, love? The word was too strange. He thought of Qingruo, and the girl with a good youth and temperament who came out of the station with a backpack when she knew him. She seemed to be hitting all the way in the dark surrounding the crowd. Follow light.

Thinking of the first kiss, he still remembers clearly how soft her lips were.

But love?

Jing Ling looked at him with a few empty eyes. She stood up with a slight smile, pulled up the crumpled skirt, and looked down at him with open arms. "My fault tonight, come and hug one ~ "

She smiled brightly, with tears in her eyes, and looked up against the light in the room.

Rong Chi relieved, stood up and opened his arms. Jing Ling pounced into his arms, and he swung a little, Rong Chi took a step back to stand up.

"Rong Chi ..."

Rong Chi interrupted her, "Jingling, I thank you very much, but we are friends."

His chest was hot and wet, and Jing Ling took a few breaths to stabilize her breath. "Well, I know."

Rong Chi let go of her and stepped back. Jing Ling's hand holding his clothes gradually loosened, and there was a wrinkle behind the clothes.

"She's waiting for me to go home. I'll go back first."

Jing Ling wiped her tears with her lips, and nodded heavily.

Rong Chi turned around and left the private room. He didn't take the elevator and went up the stairs. He called Duan Lin in the stairwell and said, "Come down."

Rong Chi was standing by the car and smoking, while Duan Lin came out of the KTV and lit a cigarette, holding his mobile phone in his hand, "Brother, I'm sorry, would you like me to call Qing Ruo."

Rong Chi shook his head and handed him his card. "I'll go back first. The full cost of tonight is mine."

Duan Lin looked at him and didn't know how to speak. He nodded. "Okay, drive carefully."

Rong was late at home a little more, looking at the phone in the wall of Zhong Zhong stopped on the call page screen from bright to black, and then from black to bright.

Qing Ruo called Rong Chi's phone in the morning, Rong Chi had some insomnia and didn't sleep well at night, and he was awakened by the mobile phone in the morning. At a glance, the note was that if Qing Qing's original confusing consciousness was suddenly awake.

"baby."

"Yes." Qing Ruo answered with a chuckle, the morning voice with the fullness of just waking up, "Are you still sleeping?"

"Um." Rong Chi sat up from the bed and rubbed his eyes to look at the clock on the wall. It was more than ten o'clock, "Did you have no class this morning?"

"Just after class. I want to tell you something."

"what's up?"

"Rong Chi, let's break up." Qing Ruo said with a chuckle, the tone seemed to be as relaxed as what he had for breakfast this morning.

Rong Chi frowned, thinking that she hadn't woke up and hallucinated, "Ah? What?"

Qing Ruo repeated it with a smile, "I said, Rong Chi, let's break up."

"Why?" Rong Chi asked, frowning.

Qing Ruo chuckled, "Rong Chi, what do you want me to say?"

The fire in Rong Chi's heart was cascading layer by layer. He was patient enough, enough to consider her feelings, and enough respect for her, more serious than even any first love in the past.

Just so baffled, got dumped?

Ah.

"Okay, okay. You are free." Rong Chi didn't hide his anger, indifferent, and hung up the phone. Then he wanted to blacken the number, but he hesitated at the final confirmation. After so much hesitation, I couldn't confirm it.

Rong Chi was dumped for the first time, or when he was serious, consciously embarrassed and thrown into the sky, it is impossible to speak with friends, took the initiative to ask Rong Rong for a business trip, and made Rong Rong unhappy It was only after receiving his call that he immediately asked the secretary to confirm a contract project that could be started immediately.

Rong Chi got up and took a bath. He didn't bring the cell phone charging cable, so he went out with his wallet.

The air ticket is already booked on the company side. There will be someone from the company to pick him up. Rong Chi got on the plane and finally glanced at the phone. In the morning, he was upset and turned off the mute. Without Qingruo, WeChat opened her head, and there was no new circle of friends.

Phone off.

Rong Chi as the Shaodong family came out to talk about the project himself, and the people who responded were all waiting carefully. Rong Chi's business issues can only be understood, and the person in charge did not let him control them. Everyone who was with him His main job is to make him happy.

Drinking these two days can't help me much. Rong Chixing is lacking. Without the usual arrogance, it seems to be a little cold and difficult to contact. The person in charge of the reception looked at him indifferently and didn't dare to mess.

On the third day, Qing Ruo updated the network of friends. Playing outside with friends, she doesn't have herself in the photo, she looks good in the dynamics.

Rong Chi pouted, yes, she could talk softly with a smile, how could she be unhappy now.

Duan Lin called him, asked him to play a game, and Rong Chi stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel. Below are the lights of a strange city. "Out of business."

Duan Lin was shocked and speechless, and spit out a word for a long time, "You ..."

Rong Chi thought for a long time, and spit out his voice dumbly, "Why do you make an appointment?"

Duan Lin's pouting voice was unhappy. "She hasn't played games with me since she fell in love with you."

We broke up, this sentence, how to say.

Rong Chi could not speak, and was silent.

After all, Duan Lin and Rong Chi have known each other for many years. They know about Rong Chi's urine and know 80%.

"You and Qingruo, have an argument?"

Rong Chi shouted at the corner of his mouth, his mouth was idle, and he already had an idea in his heart, "Yeah, I haven't talked in these two days."

Duan Lin thought of Jing Ling's birthday that night, but he really only took care of Jing Ling ignoring Qing Ruo, and felt guilty in his heart. She looks at it and advises you. "

"That would be nice." Rong Chi laughed, the thief was cheap, "The brothers are still good to me."

Duan Lin hesitated and hung up the phone.

Rong Chi put his mobile phone music and leisurely began to move around the hotel room. It ’s been two days, and I have n’t seen what the hotel looks like. I thought for a while that I would probably call. He was completely out of breath, and said a few soft words to serve her softly, a big ending.

The person in charge just happened to call at this time to ask him if he wanted to do something at night. They arranged it. He was in a good mood. He sang until he was interrupted halfway, and he was kind. Innocently bother you. "

The person in charge couldn't find a starting point in the face of Rong Chi in the past two days. Suddenly, the whole person was in a vacant and confused state.

Rong Chi chuckled, thinking that if Qing might call, the two words politely hang up.

For half an hour, I didn't wait for Qing Ruo's phone call. What I was waiting for was a text message from Duan Lin, ‘Brother, it seemed that someone had sent a photo to Qing Ruo that night. sorry. ’

Duan Lin and Rong Chi have known each other for so many years. Although Rong Chi is the worst of several people, Duan Lin is a bit more kind. , Where would I say sorry.

This time, Duan Lin was sorry to him.

Looking at these three words, Rong Chi had a clear sense of understanding for the first time. He and Qing Ruo broke up.

Rong Chi lay down on the bed. The screen of the mobile phone was illuminated with a text message from Duan Lin. He carefully looked three times and someone sent Qing Ruo a picture of that night.

The next day, she smiled and broke up with him.

Who sent her a photo, and what was she taking?

That night, what kind of mood did she see the picture, scolded him, blame him? It still doesn't matter to laugh.

None of this matters.

**

I lost you.

Qingruo.

—— [Black Box]