Waiting for You in a City

When Xu Qin was startled, he immediately pushed away Meng Yanchen.

But Meng Yanchen didn't let go and held her tighter. He looked at the expression on her face as if he couldn't believe that the mischievous voice and intimate movements just came from her.

But she instantly became Meng Qin again, her face was indifferent, she was composure, but she couldn't hide a trace of confusion, her eyes looked around like she was looking for something, her hands were pushing and shoving on his chest, and her voice was extremely loud Low: "You are crazy, Meng Yanchen!"

As the two pushed and pulled, a cold man's voice came from behind:

"Hold my girlfriend, when are you going to let go?"

Xu Qin was suddenly shocked and turned back; under the darkness, the clouds on Song Yan's face shone.

She pushed Meng Yanchen hard, and it happened that the latter let go of one hand. She released her shackles and ran towards Song Yan, but the other hand was tightened by Meng Yanchen.

Song Yan was cold in his eyes, and suddenly grabbed Xu Qin's hand and pulled her over.

Xu Qin stumbled towards Song Yan and was pulled behind him to block him.

He stared at Meng Yanchen, his anger splashing, as if he could tear him up next second.

Xu Qin's wrist was so painful that he couldn't take care of it. He took Song Yan's hand and said, "I admit the wrong person--"

"Go up." Song Yan interrupted.

Xu Qin was stunned for a while, and Song Yan turned her head to look at her, and asked indifferently, "Why, afraid I will kill him?"

Xu Qin listened to his tone of voice, and suddenly his back became cold. Knowing that he was really annoyed, he immediately loosened his hand and turned and walked quickly into the corridor.

Meng Yanchen saw her head without looking back and inadvertently clenched her cheek.

The night was silent, the woman's footsteps quickly disappeared in the corridor, and the elevator door could be heard where there was a ding.

The light in the corridor shone like a bright blanket on the ground. At the end of the blanket, Song Yan and Meng Yanchen stood at the two corners.

I have n’t seen each other for ten years. They have changed a lot from each other. They have grown from thin teenagers to tall men, but some things have n’t changed strangely, such as the disparity of status.

Looking at each other's eyes, the hostility and hatred of both sides are exposed.

In this world, the best way to provoke hatred and victories for men is to rob women.

For a moment, Song Yan really wanted to beat Meng Yanchen, but Xu Qin entered the house obediently. This behavior was self-evident for his appeasement.

And just now, Meng Yanchen saw it. He is a wise man and naturally understands that today is different from the past. This is no longer the original skating rink, but he has become a complete loser.

"You are her brother, be careful." Song Yan warned.

In one sentence, he pierced Meng Yanchen's most incapable pain, and when he was Meng Yanchen, his face changed slightly.

In the face of this defeat, Song Yan did not want to continue to humiliate. After the sentence was dropped, the person walked up the corridor.

Only after two steps, Meng Yanchen said: "You and she can't go on."

Song Yan stopped.

Meng Yanchen said: "As long as the family doesn't agree, she can't have a result with you. She doesn't go home these days, just to escape, you can't see it?"

Song Yan knew clearly that Fu Wenying called Xu Qin that morning, and another week passed. That weekend, Xu Qin did not return to Meng's home because of overtime.

He smiled faintly: "It's not up to you to worry about it. Can you keep her and see my skills." The man continued to walk in.

"Then, let her give up everything for you and satisfy your selfish desires, then you can feel at ease?" Meng Yanchen finally traced a trace of disgust, "Song Yan, are you also worthy?"

Song Yan stopped again.

"Ask yourself, are you worthy of her?" Meng Yanchen said in a hurry, smiling flatly, with all the irony in her smile. "Look at the environment of this community and see where she lives. If it's not her , You ca n’t even get in the door of this community. You do n’t know if you weigh it? "

Song Yan's fists tightened and tightened, and the blue muscles burst, as if he would turn around and beat his face in the next second, but,

Meng Yanchen said one by one: "Just because you haven't mixed up with yourself in these years, you don't deserve it."

Song Yan's clenched fists braced, bracing, and slowly loosened again.

"I was dumped because of the disparity in family background, but if you have a trace of blood and a trace of bone, you have to find ways to mix your head with all possible means to match her. But now, oh, I thought you could at least have a little bit of success Overestimate you. Look at what you are, from head to toe, what do you have? Let her be opposed to everything she had in the past and lose, "Meng Yanchen said here, hatred in the language," You Why? "

Song Yan stood there for a few seconds without a word.

Half a minute later, he turned around and walked back to the opposite of Meng Yanchen, walked under the street lamp, and leaned on the pole. The street light hit him from top to bottom, leaving a deep shadow in his eye socket.

He took the cigarette case out of his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and ignited it with the cold wind in his hand, blowing out a sip.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at Meng Yanchen across the smoke, raised his hand, and asked, "Come one?"

Meng Yanchen stood on the other side of the passage, indifferently, without responding.

Song Yan tickled the corner of her lips very lightly, but did not contain a little smile.

He put the cigarette case and lighter back in his pocket and smoked another cigarette before asking: "Meng Yanchen, do you know her?"

"In addition to knowing that she is sensitive to thoughts and a dull gourd, what else do you know?" Song Yan asked with a faint smile, and she lost her smile after asking, "You don't know her at all."

Song Yan: "I know, you hated me when you were in middle school, hated me for breaking her, hated me for teaching her to drink, smoke, fight, hate me for cheating her on bed."

Meng Yanchen's jaw tightened and his fists clenched. Over the past few years, I am still bitter.

"The fact is, she asked me to take her to the bar; she refused to smoke, and she snatched; she was by the side, I didn't fight, she asked someone to pick things up. She wanted to play, crazy, wild. Want to be free. When you are suppressed for too long, the way is extreme. "

Song Yan's head leaned on the pole of the street lamp and looked at the night sky, the light reflected in his eyes, as bright as broken glass.

He spit out a long smoke against the night sky, and the smoke fell, caged on his lonely face,

"But at that time, she was at least alive."

The night is thicker.

Meng Yanchen stood in the night, his face pale.

He had never seen what Xu Qin lived in Song Yan's mouth. Would it be the strange and warm girl who had just burst into his arms just now?

"... So, why do you ask me?" Song Yan slowly lowered her head and looked at Meng Yanchen. His eyes were as dark as night, determined.

"On the basis of her laughter just now."

Meng Yanchen was too pale to refute.

Yeah, the smile on her face just now was clearly seen, but he was strangled to death when he saw him.

A sharp pain spread over my heart, uncontrollable.

"At that time, she was at least a little human. Now, okay, ten years later, the blood pressure is gone."

Song Yan lowered her head slightly, forefinger lightly tapped the cigarette body, and tapped on the ash. He remembered how she looked miserable and helpless when she entered the elevator that day, but if she was crying, she still forcedly looked for the elevator keys calmly and dared not stare at him. She did not dare to tell him even if she was angry and jealous, afraid that he would not like it, or that she would be rejected; this looks like the child who did not dare to speak, eat or speak when she first entered the Meng family, the more she cherishes her recovery The warmer, the more afraid of being abandoned.

His fingers shook violently, his ash broke, and it was scattered in the wind.

"She treats you as a close relative, what do you treat her as?" Song Yan asked in a low voice, but the anger and hatred in her tone could no longer be suppressed. "How about her personality, you don't know? The surface is cold, and she doesn't care about anything, In fact, it is a counseling, emphasizing emotions, it is very good to pinch her lifeline. Your family knows well, she is disguised as well, the inside is soft persimmon. But you will not control how she will be married to others Bullying, when a good piece plays the role of marriage, it will pave the way for your career. Anyway, even if it is suppressed to death, she will not complain to you. "

Hearing this, Meng Yanchen could no longer restrain his chest suffocation and resentment, saying one by one, "I will not use her to pave the way!"

"Can you protect her ?!" Song Yan asked back, "You can't protect yourself, Meng Yanchen!"

Meng Yanchen's face was pale, and he lowered his voice and said: "My parents are not as unbearable as you said. They have a set of rules that they believe in. This rule really suppresses me and suppresses Qinqin. But Qinqin is theirs. Daughter, not a chess piece .... It is precisely, "he grinned with a grin," it was because they regarded Qin Qin as his own daughter, I ... "

So they can't hurt their parents by doing "incest" in the eyes of their parents.

He couldn't talk anymore. The pain in the center of his mouth was endless, and his cheeks were almost twisted.

Song Yan was speechless and looked at Meng Yanchen. At this moment, he suddenly understood the root of the tragedy between him and Xu Qin, but Song Yan said nothing, Meng Yanchen's pain was beyond remedy, and the truth might crush him .

"Go back," Song Yan said, "you and your family should stop embarrassing Xu Qin."

Meng Yanchen shook his head very lightly, but he did not know what it was denying.

After a long silence,

"Do you know she is taking sleeping pills?" Song Yan said suddenly,

"There are also anti-depressants. You say this community is good, it's pretty good," Song Yan raised her head, picked her chin, and looked at the lights above the tall buildings. "Meng Yanchen, look up, you think Depending on her previous state, when will she have to jump from there? "

The night wind was blowing, and Meng Yanchen's body shook fiercely, as if he was thin as a piece of paper. The handsome face lost its blood, leaving only a sad expression. The whole portrait was caught in the deepest disaster, and it was no longer possible.

As soon as Song Yan finished, a cigarette burned out. He stood up from the lamppost and said, "No one in your family is qualified to say the word" worthy "to me."

He threw a cigarette and walked upstairs.

The lights in the corridor illuminated Song Yan, and they formed a long shadow outdoors. Soon, it was gone.

Meng Yanchen stood alone in the cold wind of winter night, suffering? remorse?

For ten years, day and night, he failed to come out. At least, at least she is still there.

In the future, how to survive in the future,

He turned and left, shaking his body as he went down the steps.

Step by step, people go away.

On the cement floor, a few small wet water stains were left, like who's tears.

Unknown.

...

The water in the kettle boiled and boiled.

After the kettle screamed for a while, Xu Qin reacted and quickly picked up the kettle and poured water into the glass.

It was over, and the man stood for a while again, wondering what happened to the two men below.

She reached out unconsciously to get the cup, and the wall of the cup was hot, and her fingers shrank sharply, which reminded her of the freshly boiled water.

She blew her fingers for a while, and it was still hot. Afterwards, she felt the reaction, and quickly took it under cold water to rinse.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Xu Qin was shocked and immediately turned off the faucet and ran to the door, just about to open the door, think about it and confirm through the cat's eyes, it was Song Yan.

She took a deep breath and immediately opened the door. When she saw him, she breathed slightly.

Song Yan glanced at her silently, without any expression on her face, and walked in.

Xu Qin couldn't guess what he was thinking, and it was unavoidable.

Without a word, he closed the door behind him.

She whispered: "Don't you fight?"

Song Yan turned her head to look at her, pressed her hand on the door handle, and opened the newly opened door again. He picked his chin out of the door and said, "Go, see him."

Xu Qin's hair fell, and he hurried up to push the door shut.

As soon as he turned around, Song Yan approached the whole person and pressed her tightly against the door.

She pressed against his chest, caught in the gap between him and the door, and couldn't breathe easily. He raised his eyes and saw his pupils dark, staring at himself.

Xu Qin did not dare to provoke him at this moment. After thinking for a while, he reached out and touched his face. Just touching his cheek, he clenched her wrist and pressed it to the door.

She was too late to exclaim, his other hand had pulled her pants apart.

His hand pinched a handful of her buttocks; she was numb all over, whispered, and suddenly raised her feet and raised her head,

"Acknowledge the wrong person, eh?" He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "Fuck you."