Chapter 159 There are bad guys
Wen Baijing smiled bitterly, his face showing a look of despair: "Why is she so unlucky to meet me? A large part of the suffering she has endured over the years is due to me. I am sorry for her..."
There was clearly a huge screen in front of him, but he seemed to be confessing his sins sincerely in front of a Buddha.
In the third year after the breakup, Wen Baijing, under the influence of alcohol, revealed his vulnerability in front of his brothers for the first time and confessed his debt to Ye Zhenzhen.
He sat quietly, allowing the waiter and Lu Yu to busily disinfect him. A string in his heart suddenly broke, and his heart fell vertically into the abyss.
Knowing clearly the torment and pain Ye Zhenzhen had gone through in the past few years, he could do nothing and was not even qualified to see her.
No one responded to him, and he didn't know how to respond.
The alcohol dripped down and soaked the carpet, and the trash can was filled with brocade with white background and red flowers stained with blood.
Lu Yu was so anxious that he was spinning around, angry and distressed: "Don't you two feel the pain? You are ruining your bodies like this."
Chief Assistant Xiao Zhu took out a tissue from the tissue box and clumsily wiped the sweat from Wen Baijing's forehead.
Lawyer Wu calmed down, adjusted his glasses, and said calmly, "Let's go to the hospital to get it treated! We can't do without cleaning up the glass residue."
The group left the club in a panic.
Several people accompanied Wen Baijing to a private hospital. The night scene of Yuncheng kept flashing outside the car window, the neon lights and pedestrians rapidly receding, and their past rapidly receding.
Wen Baijing sat in the back seat, leaning against the car window. His handsome face was grayish, his injured hand hung casually, and the gray-blue cufflinks on his wrist looked as good as new after many years.
The car was unusually quiet and no one spoke.
The neon lights flickered, half-brightly reflecting Wen Baijing's face through the front windshield. He turned his head to look at Lu Yu and said beggingly, "Tell me everything that happened that night."
Lu Yu seemed to be burned by his eyes. He was so scared that he immediately looked away and lowered his head to consider how to answer.
The city was still brightly lit, the street lights were like ghost lights, and everything was foggy as if in another world.
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The night is hazy, and the moon looks like a sickly, pale beauty.
Ye Zhenzhen sat on the terrace, lighting cigarettes one after another. The light between her fingers was like a small orange, emitting a wisp of hot steam.
Their past was an old building with broken walls and ruins, but as long as they looked out, countless vivid scenes would come to life.
A gust of wind blew through the hall, slowly closing the heavy, ancient, dusty stone door, shutting it tightly and isolating her from the outside. Even though she tried her best, she could do nothing. She reached out and slapped it, but her hands were covered with years of dust.
Zhongli sat beside her, smoking one cigarette after another, and asked casually, "Zhenzhen, do you hate Yuhui?"
Ye Zhenzhen shook her head silently, her expression not changing at all, and she didn't care whether Zhongli saw it or not.
Zhongli suddenly smiled and said slowly: "I hate Chen Bo."
Ye Zhenzhen looked up at the sky and said softly as if she had experienced it before: "It will pass. Mr. Lu treats you very well. You should cherish the person in front of you."
Zhongli raised his hand and patted her, then said with a smile: "You look like a monk now, how about I give you a wooden fish?"
"Go to hell." Ye Zhenzhen pretended to smile heartlessly, flicked off the cigarette ash, slightly opened her lips to take a deep breath of smoke, and slowly exhaled the scattered smoke.
Bathed in the moonlight, the two sat quietly on the terrace, occasionally chatting and spending the rest of the time thinking about their own thoughts.
Zhongli sat for a while and said it was getting late and she wanted to go upstairs to rest. How dare Lu Yu stand her up? She would make him kneel on a durian when she got home and set some rules for him.
Ye Zhenzhen teased, "You'd better make him kneel on the durian instead of the two of you dancing on top of my head."
After hearing this, Zhongli did not play with her. A strange look flashed across his face, but he quickly reacted and laughed off, saying, "Go away, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you."
Ever since Zhongli and Lu Yu got together, Zhongli moved to Tinglanyuan, mainly because it was closer to Ye Zhenzhen. He could run up and down the stairs many times a day, and after talking about work, they would talk about the stray cats in the community. Anyway, there was always something to talk about.
Ye Zhenzhen understood that Zhongli had not completely forgotten Chen Bo. He was afraid to go back to his home and to think about the little things between him and Chen Bo. No matter how good Lu Yu was, the hurt Chen Bo had caused Zhongli could not be healed so quickly.
Zhongli came and went freely in Ye Zhenzhen's house. Ye Zhenzhen was cleaning up the ashtray on the terrace. She didn't intentionally see her off to the door, but just said to Zhongli from behind, "Slow down."
Zhongli responded with "OK" without turning his head. Just as he opened the door and was about to go upstairs, she suddenly exclaimed.
Ye Zhenzhen was so scared that she thought there was a bad guy outside the door. She hurriedly took out a mop from the bathroom, ran to the door in slippers, and asked as she ran if there was a bad guy.
Zhongli shouted, "Yes! There are bad guys!"
She came to the door holding the mop stick.
I saw a figure standing at the door, the slender figure looked somewhat familiar.
Wen Baijing stood straight and wore a well-tailored suit. Even when drunk, he still maintained a good figure and manners.
He stood there with a pale face, a furrowed brow, a look of loss in his eyes, and a reek of alcohol.
The moment their eyes met, he looked at her with the same affectionate eyes as before.
Ye Zhenzhen stared at him infatuatedly, and suddenly, as if under a spell, she stood still holding the mop, with only two lines of pearls falling from her eye sockets.
She gripped the mop so tightly that her joints ached and for a moment she forgot how to breathe.
Even the heartbeat stopped.
We looked at each other in silence, with tears streaming down our faces.
It turns out that separation in life is no better than separation in death.
It will be almost a year since they last met.
They were in the same city, but they didn't even have the right to meet each other, and could only rely on memories to survive. When they finally met, they felt only endless sadness.
Today, Wen Baijing has become more mature and steady, and his elegant and noble temperament remains unchanged.
One of them stood outside the door, and the other stood inside, just looking at each other silently.
The first person to break the silence was Zhongli.
Seeing Wen Baijing, she was furious. Although Wen Baijing had no control over many things, she felt sorry for her best friend and couldn't help but blame Wen Baijing. Zhongli looked unhappy and said to Ye Zhenzhen in a bad mood, "I'll go back first."
Seeing Zhongli raising his foot to walk out, Wen Baijing immediately moved a few steps to the side to make room for Zhongli.
Wen Baijing tried to greet Zhongli, but no sound came out when he opened his lips, and he raised his left hand with difficulty.
Zhongli ignored him, snorted, and walked straight into the elevator.
Wen Baijing's voice was hoarse, and his lips trembled as he called her softly: "Zhenzhen..."
The familiar voice rang in her ears again, as if it were yesterday. He had called her like this countless times, in the early morning and at night, during arguments or romance.
The sound would bring back many memories, many, many. Ye Zhenzhen turned her back and dared not look at him. She had to control her desire to throw herself into his arms at any time.
That embrace did not belong to her.
Ye Zhenzhen held the mop and slowly squatted down, her shoulders suddenly collapsed, her fluffy and soft hair covered most of her face, and her tears rolled down and hit the floor tiles.
After a while, her hair began to shake uncontrollably along with her body, and her tears became messy.
The sparkling diamond bracelet flickered back and forth as her body shook, and the five-colored light illuminated her face which was hidden by her hair and fell in the shadows.
Wen Baijing walked slowly into the room, came to her side slowly, carefully stretched out his left hand, and gently stroked the top of her head.
Just like before, gentle, slow and affectionate.
Many things today are not what they used to be.
For example, Wen Baijing's dignified and indifferent appearance now turned into a frown, clenched teeth, and suppressed and forbearing facial features.
Many things haven't changed.
In front of him, she was still so fragile, her tears streaming down her face as if they were worthless.