Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

In the lonely night, Wu Qingluo often lost sleep because of Lin Minjia. Too often, Wu Qingluo lost the mood of dreaming. But it's not that there will be no dream since then, but that there will still be Lin Minjia in the dream! Meeting Lin Minjia is a pure Providence in this life, but falling in love with Lin Minjia is wholehearted. If you love Lin Minjia bitterly, you will never regret it. Only when you get Lin Minjia will you be satisfied. Heart splitting pain, it said, heart, unwilling to be divided.

They also had good memories, just let the tears dye fuzzy. After giving up, there will be everlasting. Wu Qingluo doesn't know whether Lin Minjia understands it or not? Wu Qingluo never took a scoop of water to drink, but clearly remembered that month, Wu Qingluo did not see anyone, but that month, he could not do without Lin Minjia's voice, although ethereal, but satisfied. Distance in the world, although it is illusory, but very willing. There is no heartbreak, no longer reluctant to part, only silence separated by light years, in deep sleep accumulated a lifetime of moonlight, perhaps to make a rose open. I want to talk to Lin Minjia all the time, but I'm sorry. The shared mood will not be the original.

Moved by Lin Minjia's persistence, touched by Lin Minjia's concern, once in Wu Qingluo sad closed country, only Lin Minjia's name, bright and transparent. Who will understand that the chess player has gone, and who cares about a game of chess beyond the world of mortals? If they stand on tiptoe, they can be closer to happiness? All things, when the wind stops and blows, the day is dark, the heart is warm and gray, the love is received and given, the dream is broken, sometimes lonely very need another kind, the cloud is in the mid air, the remnant shadow cut by the breeze. Wu Qing thought that memories would be slowly stranded and turned into foam and disappeared on the edge of the sea. However, the seeds of memory were haunted and buried, and no longer could be traced back to the old days. The past is like the wind, and finally comes to silence, just like one of their hearts was once hot in their chest, so hot that there was no place to put it. They couldn't wait to find someone to share the temperature. They never thought that it would cool down one day, so cold that they had to ring themselves tightly and be careful, for fear that they couldn't even keep the only warmth.

Wu Qingluo has no strength to settle his wandering heart. It seems that Lin Minjia is sorry for him, but is he not wrong? Sometimes, when a relationship comes to an end, it's not because of one person's betrayal or one person's unbearable situation. It must be the mutual reconciliation between two people. Love is always promoted in many ways. The decisions that two people can make are closely linked, and then there are too many factors that are interfered by others. Wu Qingluo knows that she shouldn't be friends with song Zhiran for so many years. At least, today, it won't hurt so much. At least Lin Minjia chose an unimportant person instead of her best friend, song Zhiran. Then, this is not a word that can't be said, nor a scar that will hurt when it is revealed.

Song Zhiran and others are in the dining room of Changdao hotel. The dining room on the top floor is the representative of their noble status. They can have a panoramic view of the 360 degree beauty of Xiangjiang River. When they stand at the side of the window, they have the domineering feeling of "going to the top of the mountain, looking at the small mountains". It's like sitting and looking at their own mountains and rivers. Here and there are all their own mountains and rivers.

Song Zhiran has a kind of sadness. No matter how much money he has, he is poor after all. This spiritual poverty makes song Zhiran feel inferior and unable to lift his head. With Lin Minjia's reluctance, song Zhiran has become humble in the dust. He is integrated with the thousands of dust, just like a mayfly, As if there is no meaning, no power to move themselves, no power to change the world.

Song Zhiran is about to make a phone call to Lin Minjia to find out what's going on. As soon as his mobile phone is escaped, a phone call comes in. On the caller ID, it's Lin Minjia's big photo and name. It's so happy and happy. Song Zhiran mingbai doesn't seem as bad as he thinks, At least Lin Minjia can remember how hard it is to make a phone call to herself.

"Hello."

At the other end of the phone is Lin Minjia's familiar voice. Song Zhiran feels warm all of a sudden. It seems that for a moment, Lin Minjia is close to him. There is no imagination at all.

"Minjia, here I am."

Song Zhiran pretends that he doesn't have any emotion at all. He just wants Lin Minjia to feel that he is so knowledgeable. He doesn't seem to be a fussy little girl. He goes back to his life and doesn't need people to worry too much.

"Ranran, I'm sorry for the delay in my meeting. I'll be there in a minute. Wait for me for ten minutes."

Lin Minjia's attitude is very good, and even makes song Zhiran feel unreal. It seems to be the illusion of the return of light. Will this be the best ending, and the separation after letting go? Song Zhiran suddenly has a feeling of fear. It seems that there is a cool feeling on his back. It's a feeling of being shot while lying down. Song Zhiran doesn't want to lose Lin Minjia. He hasn't got it. How can he lose it?

"OK, it's OK. You're busy. When you come here, drive carefully. Don't be in a hurry. I have nothing to do, and so on. "

Song Zhiran already has the feeling that he is a hostess. It seems that he is finally on the right path. For a moment, he is so happy. It seems that song Zhiran can be happy to see the words about Lin Minjia. Song Zhiran doesn't know what's going on. This may be a thousand year's curse, and it's hard to escape.

"Waiter, a cappuccino."

It's past lunch time. It's always time to wait. It's better to sit down and wait. Song Zhiran asked the waiter for a cup of coffee and planned to taste it slowly to kill the waiting time. However, over the years, song Zhiran felt that he could wait. Would he complain in such a short time? No, for song Zhiran, Lin Minjia's phone call just now is nothing more than a shot in the arm rhythm. Even this patient who is not awake can bring the dying back to life.

"Miss Song, your cappuccino is ready."

This high-end place, even the waiters are so high-end atmosphere on the grade of ah, this formal work clothes are the same color, unified specifications.

"Yes, thank you."

Song Zhiran understood that this was different from the rhythm of the beauty salon just now. That kind of beauty salon would not go for a second time.

The song and the dye slowly stirred the spoon. The cappuccino bubble was very funny. Like the naughty boy, he was totally disobedient. The coffee colored liquid, as if everything is immersed in this cup of coffee, everything seems to be a dream, the cup of peace broken by the spoon, will eventually return to peace, not broken, there is no way to piece together.

As the time goes by, the watch in my hand has the feeling of rustling, ticking, ticking, but I can't reach the harbor of my heart, as if I'm always drifting away like a wandering heart.

At this time, the flow of customers in the restaurant seems to be increasing. This person comes and goes, and people begin to come one after another. No, there comes a man from the gate. Song Zhiran didn't have the leisure to look at these men. Just waiting for the time inside, it is too boring.

The man who came here was awe inspiring and handsome.

Song Zhiran recognized that he was the son of the richest man in Nanze, Su Zhidian. This boy, who is also very valuable, relies on his father's outburst of violence. He hasn't tried it all day. Although this guy has never suffered, he can be regarded as a model of the second generation of the rich. He often does some public welfare activities. Compared with several colleagues of the same age, Su Zhidian is a very good person. It can be regarded as a person who knows the general situation. When he goes out, he doesn't lose face to his father.

"Miss Song. Are you here, too? Long time no see. "

Song Zhiran didn't expect that Su Zhidian would say hello to him. He wanted to bow his head to avoid it, but now that Su Zhidian had opened his mouth, song Zhiran could only respond generously.

"Yes, Mr. Su, what brings you here?"

Song Zhiran's meeting Su Zhidian is just a dance party, which is the favorite Party of the upper class. It seems that only in this way can the atmosphere of life be so perfect. It is probably because of the last dance that Su Zhidian had an impression on Song Zhiran.

"No, I asked a friend downstairs, but he was stood up, so I came up to get a cup of coffee. How about you? Wait for someone? "Boyfriends?" I didn't expect that Su Zhidian was also very concerned about song Zhiran, like a wolf staring at a sheep.

It turns out that at the last dance, Su Zhidian fell in love with song Zhiran. Although such a special woman is sexy, it doesn't affect the charm of song Zhiran at all.

During this conversation, song Zhiran's mobile phone rings again, which is Lin Minjia's.

"Ranran, I have something to do temporarily. I can't come. I'll go to your house to see you in the evening. I'm sorry

I don't know what Lin Minjia is selling, but all of a sudden it becomes such a feeling. Although song Zhiran is very sad about Lin Minjia's stand up, he hears that he will go to her house to find himself in the evening, which seems to be more meaningful than any occasion.

"Mr. Su, I have something else to do. I'll leave first."

With that, song Zhiran had no strength to stay for a long time, so he left the Long Island Hotel and drove back all the way.

Song Zhiran knows that maybe he didn't appear before Wu Qingluo. This is the time and timing. It's not a joke of God, but the arrangement of fate.