Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 1 The girl by the bridge
Wang Zihao, who just graduated from university, encountered two things that made him particularly frustrated today.

The first thing was that the probationary period was over, and he was about to become a regular, but was dismissed by the company on the grounds that he was not qualified for the position!
Oh, not qualified for the position?

In the past three months, he taught the proprietress's niece, who knew nothing, by hand, and the proprietress turned around and fired him.

The second thing is that his girlfriend who has been with him for three years dumped him today on the grounds that she is not good enough for him and he can find a better girl.

Good people are not rewarded?
In the previous life, after three years of hard work, Wang Zihao was finally admitted as a civil servant, ready to start a new life, laughing at all kinds of introversion and lying down.

But he hadn't reported it yet. He met two girls who fell into the water by accident. He thought it would be a piece of cake for him to go down to save people because of his excellent water skills.

He saved the first one without thinking, and he was exhausted.

When saving the second one, before he swam back to the shore, he was entangled by the dying girl...

I don't know if the girl was saved later, but Wang Zihao was hopeless anyway.

Otherwise, I would not have come to this world last night.

Originally, when the pinnacle of life was about to start, Wang Zihao came here out of nowhere, and it was very painful.

One can imagine the depression in his heart when he loses his job and loses his love.

But he felt that it was more like awakening past life memories.

Otherwise it wouldn't be so empathetic.

On the street, the sun is like fire, and the smell of summer is everywhere.

The girls all have long white legs, beautifully dressed, as if competing for beauty, very seductive.

But when he came out of the hotel, Wang Zihao was in a daze, not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery on the street.

His heart is cold.

At the bus stop, sitting for a long time, Wang Zihao took out an unused box from his backpack and threw it into the trash can.

In the future, it will not be used anymore.

Afterwards, he walked forward in a daze, crossed the Juzizhou Bridge, passed through Lushan Scenic Area, and passed by Taohualing Park...

As night fell, Wang Zihao was drunk alone in a small restaurant near Taohua Lake.

He didn't call his good buddies over. The real depression didn't have the desire to confide.

I can't tell my good buddies that I miss that world very much and don't want to come here.

It’s okay to ask me to have a good pregnancy, but my parents are house slaves. I graduated from college and wanted to help, but I was fired before the probationary period.

Later, I thought I could get some comfort from my girlfriend, but I was broken up again.

The only gratifying thing is that he doesn't have to pay for the room.

The table was full of Yong Chuangtianya, and the boss's daughter secretly looked at Wang Zihao, drinking one glass after another, trying to persuade him.

That's too many glasses.

"A cup to the sun, a cup to the moonlight."

"One cup to my hometown, and one cup to the distance."

"One cup for tomorrow, one cup for the past."

"A toast to freedom, a toast to death."

Finally, after paying the bill, Wang Zihao swayed and left, humming an unknown song.

"I left my hometown, thinking that freedom is far away, and the future is at the end of the sky..."

Wanjia lights were on, and Wang Zihao staggered as he boarded the Peach Blossom Lake Pedestrian Bridge.

The red wooden bridge stretches forward, the floor lamps open the way, and Wang Zihao holds on to the railing.

Under the bridge, wild ducks walk through the lotus leaves, and ducklings follow behind the mother duck.

Climbing up the arch bridge, Wang Zihao saw a beautiful girl playing the piano and singing beside the bridge.

In addition to the keyboard she was playing, there was a guitar standing beside her.

"I live in Peach Blossom Lake. I see the dawn in the morning and the glow in the evening. Year after year..."

The lyrics are not good, people wear veils, I don't know what they look like, but the figure is really good-looking.

This reminded Wang Zihao of the last year of high school, a new music teacher at the school, just graduated from college, female.

As soon as she came, she won the title of Goddess of Taohuahu Middle School without any dispute.

All girls envy and worship her, why can girls be so good-looking?

Fair complexion, beautiful long legs, protruding front and back curling charming face, pretty and pretty.

"Hi everyone, my name is Liu Qianqian. I just graduated this year. I went to school early, but I'm not much older than you. You can call me Sister Qianqian."

Before Wang Zihao's eyes, Liu Qianqian's smile and frown touched people's hearts when she was in her first music class in the third year of high school. Her eyes were very pure, like a girl next door, pure, sweet, and kind.

The girl by the bridge has very pure eyes like Liu Qianqian, the music teacher back then.

It's just that the singing sound seems to be moaning without illness, and expressing sorrow.

I want to play sadness, but I can't play it.

Alcohol is strong and courageous, if it is normal, Wang Zihao would be better off doing more than doing less.

Now, when the Fuqin girl finished singing a song and adjusted her state, he threw ten yuan, and then said bluntly: "Miss sister, your singing skills are good, but the singing is not good, and your ears are noisy."

After speaking, he picked up the guitar next to the girl playing the piano.

"Why is this person so unqualified, talking about a girl like that?" A passer-by who had listened to the girl by the bridge singing for half the night for free stood up.

Immediately, several other youths who had no money to support him accused Wang Zihao one after another.

"Smelling of alcohol, why don't you fall into the lake and drown?"

"I advise you not to worry too much. I just love to listen. I haven't heard enough after listening to it all night."

"Sing it if you have the ability, let's see if we like it or not!"

Seeing that her qin was robbed, the girl who played the qin was very relaxed, her eyes were still as pure as lake water.

Under the veil, she smiled at the corner of her mouth, she didn't speak, but stretched out her hand to prevent the group of passers-by who had listened to her singing for free all night from continuing to attack Wang Zihao.

At night, street performers are not uncommon. On the small square opposite Taohua Lake, there are people singing every night.

Vaguely, Wang Zihao heard the singing of the buskers in the small square.

He didn't care about the accusations of those young people. Anyway, life is already so miserable, and it's okay to get a few more needles.

Looking around, the night wind had already dissipated the heat of the day.

On Peach Blossom Island, there are many shadows.

Unfortunately, the season of peach blossoms left with the spring breeze two months ago.

I remember that when the peach blossoms bloom every year, the island is covered with red makeup, and the faint red is competing to bloom. It is very beautiful and attracts countless tourists.

Wang Zihao leaned against the railing and looked down at the strings. A person who wanted to pursue freedom and ran to a distant place eventually ran out of that world and could never return.

At this time, a microphone was placed on a stand and placed in front of Wang Zihao.

The fragrance lingered in his nose, and when he looked up, his pure eyes seemed to be smiling, as if encouraging him.

He thought of the music teacher who was like the girl next door four years ago, she was the youth of everyone who had seen her.

We didn't say a few words together, but even so, she made Wang Zihao's summer full of memories.

"Under the warm sun, I greet Fragrant, whose girl is it? I walked on that small bridge, and you played the piano to play sadness..." Wang Zihao sang in a low voice.

Immediately.

Whether it is a hurrying passer-by or a leisurely strolling tourist, stop one by one.

The few youths who accused Wang Zihao before shut up one by one.

Emma, ​​that sounds really good!
Under the veil, the girl beside the bridge blinked her beautiful eyes.

The wind in the distance seems to have become spiritual, with stories, blowing from the lake and brushing past the ears.

"You said that no one was around, and you were wandering alone."

"Fenghua appearance, you are graceful, sitting on the bridge, I will listen to your singing..."

(End of this chapter)