Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

"It's OK. Why doesn't your friend come? It's half past six."

Lin Minjia is also more and more urgent.

"It's at the door. I'll get it. Just a moment."

Song Zhiran took the ticket before going out. He just pretended to go out for a trip. After all, the time was almost the same.

"Got the tickets, VIP, two."

Song Zhiran is holding the ticket of Zheng Zeyu's concert.

Lin Minjia's eyes lit up when she saw the concert tickets.

"Thank you so much. I'm leaving now. Thank you, Ranran. I love you so much."

Lin Minjia takes the ticket and wants to leave. Unexpectedly, song Zhiran stops her.

"Minjia, you've been drinking just now. I don't think you can drive. I'll take you there. At this time, it's hard to stop the car. It's the rush hour, and the drivers are just in the time of shift handover. It's no use having money. "

Song Zhiran is very considerate. He seems to have thought of everything. Just now, for various reasons, he didn't drink red wine. Only Lin Minjia drank by himself.

"All right."

When Lin Minjia thought about it carefully, it seemed that he had ignored the details of driving and drank for no reason. This is really wrong. But since he can't drive, song Zhiran is right, so Lin Minjia agrees.

When he got in the car, song Zhiran stepped on the gas and drove to the Expo Park. At first, the road was smooth, as if it was very smooth. Lin Minjia looked at her watch and found that the time was OK at 6:45. If she could arrive at 7:00, she would be able to get in before the closure.

Wu Qing fell in front of the venue, walking back and forth, this look, very anxious. All the people at the gate began to walk inside one after another. Those who have plenty of time are taking photos with the appearance of Mercedes stadium at the gate. When it's over, it's all about the microblog circle of friends. Obviously, it's about signing in and showing off. Maybe that's the time to watch a concert.

Wu Qingluo was the only one standing, watching and waiting, but he was waiting for someone who didn't know when he would come. So many uncertainties and so many wavering factors seemed to defeat Wu Qingluo's patience. Everything had begun to wander on the edge, and all things were just a thought.

At the beginning of ticket checking, there is a feeling of opening the gate to release the flood. All the people go inside. No, it's either going or squeezing. This kind of action is totally different, as if it doesn't need tickets or seats. Only squeezing in is hopeful and some calm fans, but it must not be brain disabled fans.

All the troops pushed in with tickets in their hands. They seemed to show that they had tickets. The crowd began to flow in one direction. Wu Qingluo was the only one who wanted to go out like an alien. The rhythm was terrible. It was like walking alone and blocking by ten thousand people. There is only one person in the vast sea of people. It's really a tiny existence. At this moment, Wu Qingluo felt his own insignificance. Maybe many things are fated. He is the object of being played by fate, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't finish it. Maybe conforming to the destiny is the best ending.

The night was completely dark, the whole sky was full of dim clouds, and all the venues were illuminated with colorful neon lights, but such colors were a joke for Wu Qingluo.

"Brother Yu, there are so many people outside. It's said that this time the tickets are still sold out. "

Emily secretly went to the venue to see people, and then rushed back to the backstage to report back to Zheng Zeyu. It seems that because of the excitement of the concert, Emily forgot her little worry, as if she was just one of many fans, blinding all her thoughts with all her worship mentality.

"Yes."

Zheng Zeyu is making up, and he doesn't say much. Maybe he has been used to such scenes for a long time. He just hopes that the most special person can appear on the scene. In this way, this concert is perfect for him, and even a perfect ending for the whole tour concert.

"Brother Yu, are you nervous?" Emily's curiosity broke out again. Before that, she had never been in touch with the entertainment industry. She was just a graduate of the University, and her major was not the right one. Maybe it was a coincidence that she joined Zheng Zeyu's entertainment company. Just in this way, she was assigned to Zheng Zeyu and became his assistant, All this is so natural, as if there is nothing wrong with it. Emily is a nervous person. She never goes deep into one thing. She thinks that people should be simple and think too much, which will only make her unhappy. It seems that everything doesn't have to be so complicated. Simplicity is Emily's ultimate goal.

"Well, I'm used to it. Emily, after tonight, you can have a holiday. Have a good rest

Zheng Zeyu, too, has not had a rest for a long time. He wants to travel, but he has no time. He wants to have time alone, but he has a lot of people around him. He needs to socialize himself. This is no good, that is no good. Sometimes, if he really wants to retire early, it may be the best decision, but Mr. Cheng will not agree, This is the time when Zheng Zeyu is very popular. How can Zheng Zeyu be allowed to retire at the peak? This is the best time to make money. The advertisers don't know how much they like Zheng Zeyu. Over the years, Zheng Zeyu's image has been sunny and healthy, and he is also a famous good man in the circle, There are no scandals or news about sex affairs. There are not many artists who can do this. It is estimated that there are not one or two like Zheng Zeyu. People in the entertainment industry understand how chaotic the entertainment industry is, but it is really not easy to keep it clean in the entertainment industry.

It's already seven o'clock, and it's been a smooth journey, but suddenly song Zhiran's car is stuck in the middle of the road. It seems that it can't go forward and it can't go back. It's like a dilemma. Lin Minjia is sweating. Like an ant on a hot pot, he doesn't know what else to do, It's no use holding tickets tightly in your hand.

The car was blocked on the viaduct and couldn't get off at all. It was totally in a helpless situation. Song Zhiran was also very sorry.

"I'm really sorry. I don't know that today's viaduct is in such a traffic jam. It's usually very empty. I don't know what happened on this road. It seems that I deliberately made trouble."

Song Zhiran seems to have a kind of resentment, and seems to be as anxious as Lin Minjia.

"You can't control it."

Lin Minjia also felt that it was the best way not to influence others.

Song Zhiran was a little impatient. He honked the car horn fiercely, as if he was venting a little bit of his restlessness, as if he was very irritable.

"Dye dye, dye dye."

Lin Minjia seems to be trying to persuade song Zhiran, and he doesn't want song Zhiran to be like this.

"It's me. You tried your best. Well, I got off the bus. You wait. I can't afford to wait for this time. "

Lin Minjia looks at her watch. It's already 7:15. It's the last moment. There must be no way out to wait here. It seems that it's better to get off and go.

"Be careful on the way."

Song Zhiran looks at the time and knows that it's almost impossible to catch up. Even if Lin Minjia grows wings, it's impossible.

Lin Minjia, holding the ticket of the concert, went out of the door directly. It was a completely regardless rhythm. Even when something fell into song Zhiran's car, it seemed that she didn't find it.

Lin Minjia ran all the way, shuttling among the many cars. It seemed that she was dodging from left to right. She was so worried. Many drivers were waiting in the car. When they saw such a crazy man running on the viaduct, they all looked out of their heads.

After Lin Minjia leaves, song Zhiran is also bored waiting. She suddenly sees what Lin Minjia left in the car, including a mobile phone and a small box.

Song Zhiran stares at his mobile phone for a long time, and suddenly thinks of something, so he turns on Lin Minjia's mobile phone. Actually, Lin Minjia's mobile phone doesn't have a power on password, which is exactly what he wants. Song Zhiran suddenly thought of something, so he turned on his mobile phone and began to dial Wu Qingluo's phone number.

Wu Qingluo already felt hopeless, because at this time, it was already 7:30, and all the people had been sitting in the venue waiting for the opening. Although every concert would not start on time, Wu Qingluo's heart was that Lin Minjia was late, which was two hours late. She was just about to leave, but her mobile phone rang and looked down, Actually, the caller ID is Lin Minjia.

"Minjia?" Wu Qingluo doesn't want to hear that Lin Minjia has an accident. At this moment, she seems to be able to forgive him no matter what Lin Minjia says. She is so nervous.

"Luoluo, I'm song Zhiran."

Song Zhiran slowly opens her mouth, as if she can think of Wu Qingluo's astonished expression on the phone. At this moment, song Zhiran's heart is actually happy. She seems not to be herself at all.

"Dye dye?" Wu Qingluo was shocked. She thought it was Lin Minjia's phone call, but it was song Zhiran's voice. How could it be regarded as a play? Wu Qingluo's heart suddenly cold down, why song Zhiran will take Lin Minjia's phone, they have been together? This possibility was guessed by Wu Qingluo.

Wu Qingluo doesn't know what else to say, questioning, or quarreling. It seems that he is not qualified, and the ring he likes is not bought for him. So, what's the reason to fight for such love? At this moment, any explanation is powerless. The person waiting for him doesn't appear, but the voice appears. It's just that it's not his, but his gossip girlfriend's.

Wu Qingluo didn't know why he could be so calm in such a time.

"No, Lin Minjia left her cell phone in my car. I'll tell you, he's on his way to the meeting. You can wait a little longer. "

Song Zhiran's feeling of being detached seems to be to explain it clearly, but she just wants such a feeling, the feeling of trying to make it clear. Only in this way can people not believe it. What she wants is that Wu Qingluo has her own ideas and wants to arouse all her suspicions. This is a woman's instinct. Song Zhiran feels that she knows Wu Qingluo too well.

After he hung up the phone, Wu Qingluo's head suddenly went blank. It seemed that he didn't know whether to move forward or to step back. This was not the same rhythm at all. There were no people in the square, except some ticket scalpers and fluorescent light vendors. There were also some fans who didn't buy tickets but didn't want to buy tickets.

Not far away, Lin Minjia finally ran all the way to his destination. Lin Minjia saw Wu Qingluo. From a distance, he didn't have the courage to go further. It seemed that he couldn't go on any more, as if he had nothing left.

Lin Minjia bent his back and put his hands on his knees. No one could know how tired he was. Running all the way seemed to overdraw all his physical strength. His cheeks were red. I didn't know whether it was because of the wind or the fatigue after running. Anyway, he was so weak.

Lin Minjia holds her head, as if she has no strength to raise her head. She doesn't know if she has no courage.

When the crowd dispersed, Wu Qingluo also saw Lin Minjia. Standing under the neon lights at night, he seemed to be a sculpture. He did not move. He was weathered and seemed to be immortal.

People who have been waiting for a long time finally appear, but it seems that Wu Qingluo doesn't care any more. Maybe some things are about timing. It seems that he has lost all his meaning after living this time.

"Luo Luo, listen to me."

Lin Minjia rushes up, as if ready to go. She pulls Wu Qingluo's sleeve and doesn't want Wu Qingluo to leave.

"I don't want to hear it. If you really want to come, you won't come until now."

Wu Qingluo turned around and left. She didn't want to listen to Lin Minjia's explanation any more. This time, the injury was enough. These two times and three times, it was clear that she was throwing salt on the scar.

Does it hurt enough once? Do you want to find a wound for yourself? Wu Qingluo didn't want to be like this. It wasn't what he wanted at all.