The Temptation: Beautiful Female Boss

In the north of the square, under a tree which is relatively quiet but not secluded, there is a wooden stool.

It's the same wooden stool. I finally found it. A glimmer of joy and disappointment passed through my mind at the same time.

Two men and women about my age occupy the wooden stool. Although the light here is dim, it doesn't look like a couple.

This not only reminds me of my own fantasy that Wang Jin and I walk together, but they are always mismatched.

The sweetness of recollection flits over my mouth, and the oppression of pain follows.

Not long time, but so many changes have taken place, the original noble witch seems to be far away, leaving me a cold refusal. I know that all this is caused by me, once the witch gave me a sincere trust, not in a sincere trust, her own future depends on me, but I was indecisive and the so-called rationality far away from her.

It was I who broke her heart, profaned her love, and defiled her body. Strong remorse and regret suddenly poured into my heart, I was a little unstable. I found a nearby step to sit down, not looking at the wooden stool in a daze.

The scenes with the enchantress passed in front of my eyes, as clear as they happened yesterday.

The witch really decided not to see me?

Or did she really not believe that I would change?

Or is she wavering there herself?

I hope it's the latter, not the last.

Intuition tells me that the last one feels the most.

"It's the same weather. The city is still cool with fallen leaves. It's the same wooden stool, but there is no one to meet." This seems to be my sigh for the scene at this time, or my feeling for the rush. In a word, I sent this sentence to the witch, looking forward to her reply.

The men and women on the opposite wooden bench felt embarrassed because I didn't know how to be funny. When they left, they left a look with disgusting language for me.

I can read it, but I don't want to digest their eyes and expressions. In my opinion, they should have left long ago. Although I influenced them, the wooden stool belongs to me.

Behind the wooden stool is a nameless tree. Even in this golden season, there is no leaf hanging on it. The only thing hanging is the incomplete moon when I look up at the sky. The surface of the wooden stool has been worn smooth by people who often come here to sit. The paint surface has already passed the age of mottling, and the wood grain can even reflect the light faintly.

I sat in the same position as we did. I took out my mobile phone and wanted to take a picture of this wooden stool, but I couldn't press the shutter anyway. It seems that I can't bear it. I always feel that if I take this picture of an empty stool, it means that I will never be able to see the witch.

Although it's not superstition, it's not intuition, it's not taboo to believe, all the reasons are not.

Anxious waiting and I don't know what I have left me in a daze. The mineral water in my hand has already been drunk by me. Only an empty plastic bottle is crackling by me, which seems to set off my busy and helpless mood at this time.

It's already ten o'clock. I've been sitting here for nearly three hours unconsciously.

Mobile phone instead of the empty mineral water bottle has become a role in my hands. Although the number of the witch has been completely familiar with my heart, I'm not sure whether I should call her in the end.

I know that the witch doesn't have the habit of turning off her mobile phone at night. Maybe she is also thinking about what I am doing now. After all, I sent her such a short message. Finally, I couldn't help it. I pressed the dial out button.

It took a long time for the witch to answer.

“……” It's connected, but there's no voice. She's waiting for me to speak.

“……” I didn't know what to say, and I didn't say anything.

Thirty seconds, the phone is on, but do not speak, it seems that are waiting for each other.

We didn't hang up and listened to each other attentively.

"Hang up!" Or I broke the silence.

Five seconds later, the silence on the witch's side finally turned into a beep

I sat in the wooden stool, the weather was cold, and the people in the square began to disperse.

"Witch, I feel guilty that I didn't accompany you when you need me most, and let you bear the pain and pain alone. As a man, it's unforgivable that I can't accompany the beloved woman when she needs me most. Maybe, you won't see me again, maybe, I will lose you, maybe, I will change Become a painful memory in your heart, so as to put me in a deep corner of your heart and never mention it again, maybe There are too many things that I may have caused. In any case, I don't think that we have gone through these long years, but in these short months, we have finished in such a hurry. My heart hurts so much that I dare not ask for your forgiveness or more... "

It took me a long time to edit this long message, and it also took me a long time to send this message to the witch's mobile phone.I have a lot to say to the witch, but no matter what kind of words I use to modify, I can't cover up my indecency and shamelessness. In fact, self accusation is useless. But now, what else can I do besides self accusation?

"What are you doing there?" after a long time, the witch only used a short but profound sentence.

The dying flame burned again in my heart.

The witch is like this. Whether she accepts or refuses, she has her own unique and reserved way, which can give you unlimited imagination and make you unlimited guess. At this moment, I stare at the screen of my mobile phone, and I don't believe the reply of the witch.

Hands and heart are shaking at the same time. So much so that I can't hold the pen.

"Then I'll go back, right now, you wait for me..." It took me a long time to write a few short words and send them out.

Pick up the things around, some of the feeling of three steps at the same time, rushed to the car.

"I won't see you" follows a text message. The fire just turned into a raging flame, but it is poured with cold water by the witch.

"I thought you would come to see me I'll wait for you. " Do not deny that my words contain infinite disappointment.

I'll send it right away: witch, I can't live without you

After waiting for a long time, she didn't come back. Maybe she has already gone to bed, I think so, also no longer disturb her, let her rest early.

Starting the car, I came to the door of the hotel where we used to stay. There are no more cars on the street. Occasionally, cars with flashing headlights pass by in a hurry, rolling up some dust and waste paper.

I didn't go into the hotel, but I stayed in the car quietly after the flameout, looking at the building silently. Can't live here, I have said to myself, there are too many happiness and sweetness here, I want to let them keep here, and don't want to let their ugly soul to destroy the beautiful which may never be found again.

I chose another hotel, but it's opposite. On the highest floor, after washing, I went to the window and opened the thin window screen. The building that contained too much joy and love was right in front of me. With my memory, I began to search for the window of that room. Thick curtains covered everything in the room, without any light. The sweet memories always lingered in my heart, but it was not the process that I deliberately savored our love, just let my heart fall into that feeling and never want to come out again.

I took the wine and drank it at the window, watching the cool wind blowing at night.

At that time, the environmental lights of the opposite building had gone out, only the neon signs were still shining alone, and the street lights had turned yellow. Few cars passed by. I turned off all the lights in the room and quietly opened the windows. Cool began to slowly penetrate, into the room, into my body.

This is the highest floor of the building, and the soot just disappeared in the cold wind at night. Suddenly think of a suicide note, I will not be here to commit suicide, right? I've seen many stories of martyrdom, and I'm also moved by their experiences. Although some of them are just stories, I never thought that I might become the protagonist of the story one day.

If I jump, then it is destined to stir up huge waves, but also destined to let the city deeply remember. However, it is also destined to harm the witch for a lifetime.

It can be imagined that if I jump, a considerable number of police cars and police will come to the building later, block all exits, check the identity of all people, and even close the hotel.

My belongings and mobile phone communication records will point to Wang Jin sooner or later. At that time, Wang Jin will be interrogated by the police for countless times. Her future will be shrouded in a shadow that cannot be wiped away, and her dream will be haunted by a dirty soul. No one is afraid of death, and I am no exception. Those who say that they are not afraid of death do not really come to the edge of death and cannot appreciate the torture between life and death.

Even so, I still have an impulse to jump, but these completely imaginable scenes easily pull me back.

I shouldn't have thought of you again, because I didn't deserve it. But I was defeated by myself again and again, and my heart was stabbed with a knife. Recalling our past, I can't tell myself that I can't shed tears with words. You see, how hypocritical I am. Even if I lose my tears, my heart has been crying for your leaving. You sentenced me to forget you all my life, sentenced me to life imprisonment, and put me in jail. Where are you at this time? Is it destined that we will always be two parallel lines? Tears from the face fell to the ground, the ground, even the shadow can not be found. I dare not bow, dare not bow.

This night, I should be so, give myself a chance to get drunk, also can only be so, at this time, want to burn yourself, let yourself in this night, incisively and vividly into shade, forest. But, always so hesitant, still hesitant, hazy. This is often the case, longing and despair, inferiority and pride, hesitation, thinking about, always lack of calm courage. But you can't always forgive yourself that way. You are not here, you are by my side. In order to have a look at the moon in the suburbs, when we climb to the top of the mountain in the middle of the night, silently holding hands, silently watching the people and lights at the foot of the mountain These, how far away from us, like a dream, a good dream, but, does not belong to us.Please collect and read the latest novels on our website!

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