Mirror Love Shadow

Chapter 8 Stable Happiness

Suddenly, a flash of light resounded through the night sky, and at this moment, heavy rain poured down with lightning and thunder.

With an aloof look on his face, Zhipeng, who has become disoriented, is enjoying himself leisurely with a cigarette in his mouth.

Holding the contract signed by Qu Anhuai, he wailed and laughed all the way to the bottom of his heart. He licked the cigarette ash from the corner of his mouth, twitched numbly, and immediately dialed his mobile phone excitedly, "Hello, Mr. Gao Yang." , Hello! The clothing is almost ready, get ready and wait for my notice."

"Zhipeng, I know." There was a rough male voice on the other end of the phone.

The thoughts in my head are constantly waking up the tip of my pen, and the pen in my hand advances again, weeping again as it advances.

The sorrow of this life is just vain;
The madness in this life is just a kind of arrogance;
This is you in this life. /
love, has given up,

And your hand is already cold, I can no longer touch it;

My curly hair once flew in the spark of love;

My eyes once gazed on the way home with you;

There is no cloud in the sky, and everything has been sworn to nothingness. /
Listen to the song in my ear, full of affection,

Now the pen in my hand,

I miss it in my mind!
More pity you, compassion and not hate. /
Don't ask for the eternal life of the past,
Just hope that on the day when the sun is shining, you will have the happiness of belonging. /
Now I'm so cold, and I still can't touch your hand,
The grass has opened its buds,

The warm spring has hatched,

The road is vast, my love has no direction,

A peace in your arms, just like your name,
My Anhuai, never come back! /
The innocent smiling face, the beauty like fireworks, has already been buried in the bottom of my heart and melted!

Let's go...Leave...Jiaolin,
Your hand, numb and cold, seems to have lost consciousness,
I tried hard to touch, stretched out my hand, tried my best to touch.../
Stiff what I seem to have touched...

Finally, I finally touched it!
You seem to be on the brink of death,
I grab you hard,

You said to me, "In this life, I will never leave you again!" /
I cry, I kneel weakly to embrace you,
In this life, I will once again look for that stable happiness in your arms,
I said, "Anhuai, you have to protect this stability, and protect yourself."

I put my palms together and silently pray for you.../
—— "A Stable Happiness"

When I recalled all of us and wrote this poem, the corners of my eyes were blurred, and tears welled up sadly. At this moment, I have finished writing. I laughed and didn’t cry. I believe you will have a sense of stability, just like The artistic conception in the poem gives you an auspicious love. I also believe that God bestows happiness on everyone who must be stable. There are thousands of words and feelings. Let her pass the past. A stability and auspiciousness are my love for you , and my best wishes to you.

Listening to the rustling rain outside the window, who is snickering in my ear?Sneaking at the dullness and helplessness in the shadow of love in this world, it seems that the flesh and blood are naked and naked by a mirror, and finally use the scars in my words to fill in a perfection.Perhaps this is a depleted beauty, or perhaps this depleted desire will still arise.

My cigarette is still in my hand, and I have never had a gap in my thoughts.

Zijian knew very well in his heart that Anhuai hadn't completely given up on me, and seemed to have a little hope left.

Zijian was worried, but it happened that his cell phone rang, and it was Zhipeng who called Zijian.

"Brother, hello, I'm Zhipeng."

This crazy guy seems to be playing tricks again, and trying to play tricks.

"Tonight at six o'clock, I invite you to sit down at Qingman Coffee, and I hope that the elder brother will give you a face."

"Okay! Zhipeng, is there anything urgent?" Zijian asked curiously.

"Brother, let's meet and talk, see you tonight." Zhipeng seemed to try his best to show a kind of calm on the other end of the phone.

Soon, it was already six o'clock in the evening, and time always passed by unconsciously.

The two sat face to face in a corner of the coffee, and Zijian looked at Zhipeng in amazement.

Zhipeng lowered his head and was busy making tea for Zijian.

Zhipeng said with a smile, a strange smirk leaked from the corner of his mouth, "I just want to ask brother for help."

Zijian took a sip of tea from the corner of his mouth, and didn't pay attention to Zhipeng carefully.

"Tell me, how can I help you, Zhipeng?" Zijian nodded heartily in response.

"I just want to borrow a few security guards from Big Brother's bar to help me with some things in the factory."

"Oh, what exactly is it?" Zijian asked in surprise.

"It's just a matter of the factory. Of course, the cost benefit is indispensable to the elder brother. It's just to maintain the safety measures of the factory for the past few days." Zhipeng found an excuse to deal with Zijian's question.

Zijian didn't think much about it, and agreed to Zhipeng.

After the chat, Zhipeng said to him about blessings to us, Zijian was very pleased, and felt that Zhipeng had really let me go, so he bid farewell to Zhipeng in a hurry.

The next day, Zijian immediately transferred three people to work in Zhipeng's garment factory.

And An Huai was holding a board meeting in Shanghai at this time, because the garment factory has been losing money, and the market has been sluggish in recent years, which also put Huatong Group into a financial deadlock, because the acquisition of the garment factory took up most of the group's funds .

After the meeting, An Huai squinted his eyes unintentionally for a while. Now he is really helpless. Unexpectedly, he was so brave and courageous to fall to this position. He was unwilling to reconcile, and slammed the table, as if shouting from the bottom of his heart, I, Qu Anhuai, cannot be defeated, I want to win, and I want to win back my Jiao Lin.

Thinking of this, the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground, and he lit another cigarette, puffing happily.

He regretted losing me, and he always likes to anesthetize himself in the addiction to cigarettes, in his own words——

He ignited his coldness and passion, and ignited his disguise before God. He felt that people need a hypocritical mask to live, but this mask blurred his face and his heart.

God loves him and always helps him ignite a cloud of smoke that releases himself.

When he was in pain, he spit out circles of thick smoke and mist. He was suppressed by this world, but he must not be abandoned by this world. In the hopeless addiction to cigarettes, he saw the once beautiful past life. In the voice of his heart, maybe there is just a little bit of pity in his heart, but it is just such a little bit that ignites his hope for survival!

(End of this chapter)