The hero who crossed the line of fire has a dream

Chapter 147 The pain in the heart of a man's smoke!

Wang Yue pressed the power button, and the boot screen was displayed.

An unread MMS.

Wang Yue opened the MMS.

"Bang!"

Wang Yue's phone fell to the ground.

While playing CF, Zhang Dikuai said to Wang Yue, "Haha, when you become the seventh master, you are so excited that you can't even hold your phone steady?"

Wang Yue's face was flat, he bent down to pick up the phone, put it in his pocket, and said lightly, "You guys play first, I'll go out."

Zhang Dikuai said: "Come back soon, let's go to blast together."

"Oh."

Wang Yue grinned, put his hands in his pockets, and went downstairs slowly.

Sister Yan stared blankly at Wang Yue's back. The moment Wang Yue passed by her just now, she felt an inexplicable sadness.

On the balcony, Leng Meixun, who was lying on the bamboo chair, slowly opened her charming eyes, and the corners of her red lips curled into a proud arc: "Pretend to be a strong little man, but... this is really interesting."

Wang Yue's departure did not have any impact on the third floor, and the atmosphere on the third floor was still hot.

It is summer and there is a lot of rain.

The sky that had been quite clear just now was now a little gloomy, with sporadic light rain falling.

Some pedestrians on the street have already held up umbrellas, and the pace is a little hurried.

Wang Yue's expression was calm, his dark eyes were simple and unwavering, and despite the sporadic light rain hitting him, he walked towards a small store across the road.

Wang Yue took out a piece of 20 yuan RMB, and said to the proprietress of the small shop in a flat tone, "Here comes a pack of cigarettes and a lighter."

"What kind of cigarette do you want?"

"casual."

The proprietress of the small shop gave Wang Yue a pack of ten yuan cigarettes.

When the proprietress was about to find money for Wang Yue, she found that Wang Yue had turned and left.

The proprietress shouted at Wang Yue's back, "I haven't asked for your money yet!"

The proprietress saw that Wang Yue didn't look back, but kept walking forward. After muttering something weird, she didn't continue to shout.

I don't know how long it took, but Wang Yue came to a small alley that was a dirt road.

Wang Yue squatted down and took out a pack of cigarettes he just bought from his pocket.

Wang Yue unskilledly took apart the newly bought cigarette and took out a cigarette from it.

At this time, a fast-riding electric car passed in front of Wang Yue.

Since the road in the small hutong is a dirt road with potholes, the rain splashed by the electric car splashed Wang Yue all over.

Wang Yue's face was covered in muddy water, his body was covered in muddy water, and the cigarette that had not had time to light was also full of muddy water.

Wang Yue's face was still flat, he put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a lighter.

Wang Yue closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

This is Wang Yue's first time smoking.

In Wang Yue's mind was the MMS message he had just read in the Internet cafe.

In the photo, Jian Li was lying on a big soft and comfortable bed, covered with a thin blanket, and it could be vaguely seen that Jian Li was wearing pajamas.

Even more eye-catching was a pair of men's trousers on the cabinet beside the big bed.

Wang Yue is studying computer, PS is one of the courses.

Wang Yue could naturally see that the photo this time was taken for real, without any PS modification.

Wang Yue took a deep breath, and then, a burst of smoke came out of his mouth.

Jane is smiling.

Jian Li was actually smiling.

Wang Yue took another puff of cigarette. In fact, when Wang Yue took the second puff, the cigarette had already been smoked.

The tip of the smoke had burned to his fingers, but Wang Yue didn't know it.

Wang Yue took out another cigarette, lit it, and smoked it one by one.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. In the narrow and long alley, a young man in black casual clothes crouched in the corner, smoking cigarettes one by one.

The rain was flowing down the young man's hair, drop by drop on the ground.

The young man seemed to be unaware that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, but he kept smoking one after another.

The more calm a person is, the more painful his heart is.

I don't know how to relieve this pain, so I can only smoke one by one, hoping to paralyze myself.

Wang Yue took out his cell phone in his wet pocket, found Jian Li's cell phone number, and dialed it with trembling fingers.

"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been switched off!"

Wang Yue hung up the phone with a calm face, took out the last cigarette, and lit it.

When Jian Li left for the first time, Wang Yue cried and burst into tears.

This time, when Wang Yue saw the photos and text messages, Wang Yue's face didn't show the slightest expression, instead he was extra calm.

Silent pain, most painful.

Wang Yue never smoked, and even hated the smell of cigarettes, but this time, Wang Yue smoked, and smoked a pack in a very short time.

A man's smoke, the pain in his heart.

A man smokes, maybe he is obsessed with the feeling of smoking, or maybe it is a kind of self-paralysis.

Wang Yue squatted in the corner, smoking a cigarette that had burned his hand lonely.

At the same moment, a couple of high school students walked past Wang Yue.

The boy is holding an umbrella, the girl is leaning against the boy, and the boy is also biasing most of the umbrella to the girl.

The umbrella was so small that it couldn't protect the bodies of the two of them at all, but their faces were full of smiles.

The lonely Wang Yue and the laughing couple are a stark contrast.

When Wang Yue saw the couple laughing despite the rain, he seemed to think of when he and Jian Li were in junior high school.

At that time, they were not like that. They only had an umbrella and were soaked all over, but their faces were still full of smiles.

The reason is very simple, he is here, she is also.

In Wang Yue's mind, there is a picture of him walking with Jian Li under an umbrella.

When the picture ended, a sentence suddenly appeared in Wang Yue's heart: "My Li, won't lie to me!"

Correct!

Love requires mutual trust.

Eyes are the most deceiving.

Without real evidence, anything can be false.

That photo has not been Photoshopped, that photo has not been modified in the slightest.

In that photo, Jian Li was lying on a big bed with a pair of men's pants on the bed table.

However, at this moment, Wang Yue no longer thought about it.

There was only one sentence in Wang Yue's mind: "My Li, won't lie to me!"

When Jian Li comes back, the truth will naturally surface.

However, Wang Yue will accept the result objectively.

Loving someone doesn't necessarily mean being together.

As long as she's smiling, that's enough.

Wang Yue, who wanted to understand, was about to stand up, but due to squatting for too long, his legs were numb, so he did not stand up directly.

Although Wang Yue didn't stand up, Wang Yue raised his head.

When Wang Yue raised his head, Wang Yue was startled.

A beautiful and outrageous girl was standing beside him, her long black hair was wet, and the rain was running down the ends of her hair. Her delicate little face was a little pale because of the rain, and her clothes were wet. Water dripping from the corners of the sleeves.

(End of this chapter)