My alternative life

And I can't let go, it's hard to understand that Lanlan is hiding from me because I'm holding another woman

Ma Dan, I don't know what she is thinking!

Finally, I turned to glaring at LAN LAN, "listen, you and I, we don't owe each other, understand? We're done! "

Hearing my words, Lan Lan first stares at me tightly, facing the anger in my eyes, and then slowly lowers her head. The crystal clear teardrops fall into the coffee in front of her, and melt away

"Sister Qian, since you have seen me, then What else do you have to say? It's OK. I'll go first. "

I lightly said a sentence to Chen Qian, decided to disappear immediately.

Because from the bottom of my heart, I don't want to face Lanlan for a minute.

This has never respected me in the bottom of my heart and regarded me as the most trusted and deeply loved man. I have no desire to sit down and talk with her.

If I have to choose someone to spend the long night with me, I'd rather go to brother Tian and Hong Lei, or go back to Xiaoe's sister-in-law in Xiaoshan village, or even go back to Xianyang Airport to accompany the poor woman whose name is still unknown.

One minute, no, one second, I don't want to face Lanlan again.

My heart, my deep friendship, has stayed in Mordor, in the ward where Lan Lan's father LAN Zhennan is.

I don't understand. Lan Lan flies to Xijing to find me again. What does it mean?

I'm afraid she wants to reunite with me?

How can you smash every piece of them?

Besides, I Jiang Feng once again and again forgive you, give you the opportunity to repair our already not pure feelings, but you Lan Lan? How do you cherish the hard won love?

I really have no desire to sit opposite them.

I think, in the face of a hollow person, saying meaningless words is not what LAN LAN and Chen Qian want.

"Jiang Feng, Xiao Feng On the plane, LAN Jian has made it clear to me about the misunderstanding between you. She is very sad and hates her hurt to you. So Xiao Feng, listen to Qian Jie, you... "

"Enough!"

I directly interrupted Chen Qian's words and stood up abruptly, "I have understood what I should know or not. Sister Qian, if you still want me to call you sister Qian, don't mention any more words in this respect with me and don't talk about this woman in front of me!"

My two eyes radiate cold light, glare at LAN LAN!

I think, so far as the words are concerned, LAN LAN and Chen Qian, they will not fail to understand.

Sure enough, with my sudden fury, Lan Lan finally fell on the table in front of me and burst into tears.

I sneer, compared with the grievance I suffered, compared with the life I saved your father LAN Zhennan, your LAN LAN's crying is a pity!

Slowly turned around, I finally looked at Chen Qian, no expression, no longer say a word, turned out.

Even when I got to the door of the bar, I handed the waiter a hundred dollar bill, "I've settled my own account. I'll tip more."

I just want to draw a clear line with LAN LAN, and she and I will definitely be independent from each other.

At this time, a resident singer in Qingba was singing Zhao Lei's most popular song Chengdu.

He plays and sings by himself. His guitar is not plugged in. It's just put out through the microphone in front of him.

Voice, with a touch of sadness.

What makes me cry is not only the wine of last night, but also your tenderness. How long is the rest of the way to go? You hold my hand. What makes me feel embarrassed is the freedom of struggle. Parting is always in September. Memory is the sorrow of missing. The green weeping willow in late autumn kisses my forehead. In that rainy Town, I've never seen you I have not forgotten you

Chengdu, what I can't take Only you

I laugh, miserable as those poor people on the street.

Mordu, Chengdu.

What can't be taken away?

I don't know, but I know clearly that I will lose some things and emotions forever in a certain time and space in the past

Chen Qian's anxious cry came from behind, but I didn't look back. I staggered and stumbled like a drunk and disappeared in the night sky.

I went back to Xijing, but I didn't expect such a state.

Can I blame Qianjie for cheating me? I don't think so.

For me, what is more moving and happy than to see her live and appear in front of me?

Yes, I admit that if it wasn't for LAN LAN, I would forgive Chen Qian immediately after I beat her hard. I would even forget all my troubles and pains. I'll have her tonight and let Chen Qian be my Jiangfeng woman!But, is there a if in the world?

She escaped a disaster because of LAN LAN, but Chen Qian and I seem to be estranged

We don't know when we can face each other's feelings and make our relationship further

Lanlan's appearance suddenly appears in my mind unconsciously. The last picture is that she buries her head deeply and spreads her hair on the table.

However, my heart has no space to accommodate her In other words, the position of Lanlan in my heart has been put on one unbreakable shackle after another by me, and I throw away the key, which can never be opened.

I put my hand in my pants pocket, strolled in the night of Xijing, found a snack shop that was not closed, sold half a dozen cans of beer, then squatted on the sidewalk and began to drink by myself.

Once upon a time, on the night when I came back from Mordor alone, I was in such a state that I drank one can after another of beer in a street that I had forgotten and could not name at all, and made myself drunk.

…

When I woke up, I found myself leaning against a street lamp which was always on, and the figure of a cleaner appeared in the street.

They brush away all kinds of dirt and paper scraps left on the streets at the end of the day, becoming the first batch of workers to enter the working state in this ancient city.

Holding the lamp pole, I reluctantly stood up and slowly shook my numb legs in the cool morning wind.

Another day!

It took me more than half an hour to find a newly opened breakfast shop in a narrow alley.

Hot Hu spicy soup and fried fluffy crisp thick fried dough sticks became my first meal of the day.

Next to me, a family of three in the neighborhood whispered something in Xijing dialect. I listened to them quietly. I heard that they began to have a quarrel with each other. At last, the woman seemed very angry. She threw her food on the table, picked up her satchel, and twisted her butt out of the breakfast shop.

"Dad, why are you fighting with my mother again? I don't need you to worry about my study at all... "

The little girl with a red scarf and two sheep's horn braids blames her father in a tender voice, while the man has a gloomy face and doesn't eat. She is obviously very angry.

I smile, this scene of quarrel seems so warm to me. When can I have a plump and gentle young woman as my wife and such a lovely little girl as my daughter?

Even if you quarrel every day, it's also a kind of happiness!