Waiting for you to fall a flower

She walked into a private room, put away the cake and presents, and immediately took out her cell phone to call Ye Beicheng without waiting. However, when she called, she told him that she was in the middle of the call. She hung up angrily and wanted to call back later.

Jing Ya pulled open the curtains, and the night outside was shrouded in neon lights, looking exceptionally beautiful and warm.

She was in a good mood because Ye Beicheng only shared her 30th birthday with her, which made her deeply feel that he cared about her as much as yang qianxue.

The ringtone of the cell phone at the table rang along with the vibration. She ran over excitedly and saw that it was indeed Ye Beicheng's number. Her heart warmed up, and her lips naturally curved.

"Hello? North city, you've been waiting for my call, haven't you?" She smiled and looked up.

Ye Beicheng on the phone did not reply to her immediately. Instead, she remained silent for a while and said softly, "Jing Ya, I'm sorry. I can't spend my birthday with you tonight."

The heart instantly fell into the cliff, the smile on her face disappeared, and even the natural arc just now shrank slowly because of despair, shrinking until it completely disappeared.

"Why?" She asked coldly.

There was a dead silence on the phone. It wasn't that Ye Beicheng didn't hear her ask, he just couldn't bear to say it.

"Because of Yang Qianxue."

If he didn't say it, she would say it for him. If he didn't say it, it didn't mean that she didn't know.

"Yeah, she's a little emotional tonight."

Jing Ya was not in the mood to ask Yang Qianxue why she was so excited. She felt that she couldn't hold on any longer. How could she have the energy to ask others what was wrong?

"Whatever." Jing Ya tried to hang up feebly, but Ye Beicheng reiterated, "Jing Ya, I'm really sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. You're not wrong. I was thinking too much!"

She pressed the hang up button and slammed her phone into the corner.

All of a sudden, there was no need for anything. Gifts, cakes, the legend of the love pavilion, her heart, everything, no need.

She lay weakly at the table, her heart like a knife, but did not shed a single tear.

Tonight was just a lesson. From then on, she would never have any hope for anyone or anything, so that she would never experience the disappointment of falling off a cliff again.

"It's a pity not to eat such a beautiful cake."

She stood up and silently walked to the corner. She bent down to pick up the phone on the floor, took out Yin Mo's phone, and quickly dialed it.

Half an hour later, Yin Mo came over panting. She threw down her bag and sat down on the stool, complaining, "Did you catch a cold? He's meeting with a netizen, and he's threatening me with a break up. Oh, you're married, so you don't want him to find someone?"

Jing Ya did not say a word and lowered his head to open the lid of the wine that the waiter had just brought in.

"Did you hear what I said? What attitude is that? I've sacrificed my life's happiness for you!"

Yin Mo patted her open hand angrily and couldn't lift her head. She said softly, "I just don't want to be alone tonight. If you don't accompany me, who else can I find..."

"Che - didn't your childhood sweetheart come back? Go find him!"

Jingya picked up a glass of wine and sniffed at it, ignoring Yin Mo's words. Di Tengyu was just a person in her heart like all young girls when she was young, but that was many years ago after all. She had grown up and understood what true love was. She didn't want to use him to make up for her disappointment.

Yin mo saw that her face was a little pale and strangely quiet, and gradually realized that something was wrong with her. When she looked at the cake beside the table, she stood up abruptly and said, "Yeah, why is there a cake? Whose birthday is it?"

"No life day."

"Why would you buy a cake on your birthday?"

Jing Ya opened the cake box and answered faintly, "I want to eat."

"Damn! Did you call me here because you wanted to eat cake and thought it was boring to eat it alone?"

Of course not, but jingya nodded.

Yin Mo rubbed his heart speechlessly and said sadly, "Then you don't have to make an appointment here? Do you know where this is? Love xuan! Do you and I still need affection?"

Affectionate?

Ya suddenly froze. She looked at Jing Ya in shock and began to look at her like a stranger.

Jing Ya was embarrassed by her look. He cut off a piece of cake and handed it to her, "Don't look at me like that."

"Tell me honestly, did you fight with North city ye?"

Yin Mo finally turned the corner and pressed Jing Ya's shoulder with a serious face.

"No."

Jing ya picked up the plastic fork and ate the cake in small bites, trying to pretend that she really just wanted to eat the cake.

"Really not?"

"No, really not."

"But I see something wrong with you!"

"When have I ever been in a fight..."

Yin Mo was stunned and said with a smile, "That's true."

She picked up the cake in front of her and nibbled on it. In fact, Yin Mo was such a character. She was careless and careless. She didn't take anything to heart, so she could never have a boyfriend for long. But Jing Ya envied her character, because she would never be able to lose at most two howls like her. Then, with a wipe of tears, the next target appeared.

"Not bad, not bad. This cake tastes so good." Yin Mo nodded in satisfaction and cut himself another big piece.

Jing Ya smiled bitterly and said in a very low voice, "Of course. There's so much love in it..."

Of course, Yin Mo didn't hear it. All she wanted was to destroy the cake in front of her.

"By the way, where's your husband? Why didn't he come to eat cake with you?"

"There are important people to accompany tonight."

"Clients?"

"Well..."

Jing ya picked up a glass of wine in front of her and leaned her neck to finish it.

In fact, she really wanted to say that the important thing was not just the customer, but she was worried that she could not withstand Yin Mo's bombardment.

"Drink it, drink it together."

"Okay."

Yin Mo took a tissue to wipe the cream off the corner of his mouth, picked up his glass and started to dry with his friend.

As they chatted and drank, they talked a lot and naturally drank a lot. Gradually, they began to get drunk.

"Mu Mu, do you believe in love?"

Jing ya, who was drunk, smiled and asked her best friend. Yin Mo had already drunk her name, but she was very clear about this question, "Of course I believe it. My mother, I am in a beautiful time. If I don't believe in love, then I must die..."

"Gee, if you believe in love, why are you still alone?"

Jingya shook the wine in her glass and glared at her sarcastically.

"Trust and love and meeting love are two different things. I believe that I can meet love, so I believe that I won't always be alone. Soon, soon..."

Yin Mo's face was as red as a peach blossom because of the alcohol. She nodded and rubbed her face, looking very cute.

"What's fast?"

"My single terminator..."

Ah, Jing Ya grunted unhappily, "I've heard that for three years."

"This time it's true. He said he might not be important to me, but no one else understands me better than him."

The look in Yin Mo's eyes was something that Jing Ya had never seen before. She painfully pulled her friend's shoulder and earnestly advised, "Mu Mu, don't believe that man's words, and don't believe that the popular song" you know my heart best "Is all a lie. A person's heart, is dug out, placed in the heart of your hand, and let you put on a 12,000 degree telescope, can not see the contents of it. Besides, his heart was still wrapped in thick flesh? Just think, if your heart really only knows him, then, he left you, your life is no longer understood by no one? A life that no one knows is a miserable life, a miserable life, a life that doesn't matter whether it's alive or dead! Do you want to live your life for just one person?"

Jing Ya's long speech completely shocked Yin Mo. She was so stupid that she didn't even dare to move except in the blink of an eye. She had lived for more than 20 years, and for the first time, she heard such a penetrating and hateful golden advice to see through the world...

"Then... Then what should I say when he says he understands me?"

Yin Mo Nuonuo stared at Jing Ya.

Jing Ya slapped the table and roared out of control, "When you meet someone like this, you sing back: you're the only one who doesn't understand my heart!"

"...

Yin mo received a phone call from her father, telling her not to fool around outside in the middle of the night and to go home immediately!

So, she really rolled away. Before she left, she asked jingya, "Darling, do you want to roll together?"

"No, I'll call my husband to pick me up."

Jingya smiled and said goodbye. After Yin Mo left, she didn't call Ye Beicheng because she knew he couldn't come. If he had time to pick her up, he wouldn't have time to fulfill his promise.

Heartbroken, she stood up and staggered out of the room. She had lost everything except that special gift.

The early winter of this year was colder than usual, to the bone. On such a cold night, a thin and lonely woman walked on the street, making the night even more desolate.

A very sad light music came from a bar. A sad melody, like a thin string, touched the softest part of her heart.

Jing Ya stopped and listened quietly. In fact, she wanted to cry tonight, but she couldn't. Her heart felt like it was blocked by something, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

Perhaps she was not in the mood to listen to any more sad songs, but she resolutely walked into the bar.

If you listen to sad songs when you are sad, you may not be sad. This is called "Fighting poison with poison."

She found a corner, a very dark corner, so dark that others could only see a person there, but could not see whether it was a man or a woman.

On the stage of the bar, a very young girl came up. She was in her early twenties, with long shoulder-length hair, not very beautiful, but very durable. Her voice was very soft. When she introduced herself, Jing Ya knew that when she sang, she would definitely cry.

Staggering to the bar, she said drunkenly, "Give me a bottle of wine, the kind that can forget your troubles."