Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Forget-me-not

Once, also in love. Barefoot, wearing a very short thin skirt, stepping on the top of the waves, following the sound of the tide, moving away and approaching, avoiding him, but also pulling him. When he was finally captured, he laughed indulgently, breaking the stars of the day and turning them into waves. The water is cold, but his eyes are scorching hot, like bonfires flickering on the shore, jumping gorgeously in the dark night, strange and seductive.And she is a moth to the flame.So young, so innocently happy. However, the sea will recede, and love will also fade. Gradually, he began to linger more lazily in the bubble bath in the hotel. The water is warm, but his eyes are cold.

They are getting further and further away every day.No reason, it's just not fresh anymore. She also tried to persuade her to stay, putting on bright makeup and mixing mellow wine, but what did he fail to do?No matter how gorgeously dressed she is, she is still nothing but a well-ripe body.He submerged in the bubble bath and refused to get up, not even raising his eyes. But still did not let her go.This is his rule. The love nest of Ziwei Garden has since belonged to her. Even if the love is gone, Lin Li's name is still clear and vivid on the property certificate, recording the facts and achievements of her being He Baichen's lover.

He Baichen, the first and second diamond king in this city, has both "wealth" and good looks, and is young and promising. As long as he nods, what kind of woman does not have?There is a joke circulating in the financial circle: "A job with a monthly income of several thousand is better than being He Baichen's mistress for a year, and you can still earn a tile to cover your head." What's more, the 150-square-meter garden building is far more than the words "covering the head with a tile" can be described.Although, for He Baichen, this is just a fraction of the interest for a year's profit, for most so-called white-collar workers who work from nine to five, it is often the goal of a lifetime of hard work.

But unexpectedly, Lin Li rejected the gift.When she left silently one spring morning, she did not take away the house deed and cash, not even any of the fine clothes and gold ornaments that He Baichen bought her. She told her innocent love by leaving innocently. In this, too, she spoke differently from his other mistresses. This is why He Baichen still remembers her after three years.Because, he owes her. Three years, neither long nor short.It was long enough for him to change at least three lovers, but short enough for him to forget her and forget what he owed her.Many times, in dreams that seemed to be both bright and dark, he vaguely saw the back of her walking away without taking a penny.

However, when she returned to her hometown three years later, he could no longer recognize her. She didn't get old, just a little bit fatter, not much, but enough to fill up all the delicateness.In the past, the eyebrows were picturesque, but now the eyebrows are all painted. A face is still beautiful, with gorgeous makeup, long hair flowing over the forehead like a waterfall, half covering the face like holding a lute.Seeing someone coming, she nodded slightly, and a waterfall rippled. There was obviously no sadness or joy on her face, but the shadows were on and off, but it seemed to be full of amorous feelings.Coldly, unwilling to smile easily, but the eye shadow and lip gloss have done a "welcome" gesture before the smile. When you don't smile, you seem to be smiling, but when you smile, there is no warmth at all.

And her identity is the red card lady of "Hundred Birds Bar". He was shocked, as for stuttering: "Lin Li, how could you..." But she raised an eyebrow: "My surname is not Lin, my surname is..." Then she smiled: "No wonder, you rich men who are grooms every night don't remember who Huang Hua's last name was yesterday. It's useless to tell you." The regular customers who came with me laughed at the side: "Mr. Lin, you have a good eye this time. This is Lily Chen, a famous flower in our Bincheng city." He was at a loss, did he admit the wrong person?But the long eyebrows flying into the temples, and the mole between the brows that were about to fall, clearly belonged to her.He still clearly remembered that at the beach three years ago, she was wet and drunk in his arms, having the most intimate conversation with each other with body temperature.He knows every bit of the most secret and subtle features of her body, how could he have misidentified her?

Holding a cup of "Tazhulapao" that was no longer frothy, he caught her butterfly-like figure wearing flowers and butterflies from a distance through the feasting and feasting, and felt a burst of acupuncture pain in his heart.This used to be his woman, why did she fall like this?Besides, how could she be named Chen? LILY CHEN, translated into Chinese is Chen Baihe. Chen Baihe, He Baichen! He was startled, and the wine in his glass splashed out! That's right!So it is! Her name is just the reverse of his name, she loves him, she remembers him, she belongs to him! The companion looked at him in amazement: "Mr. He, what's the matter? Which girl did you fall in love with? My little brother will settle it for you."

Another acquaintance joked beside him: "You have underestimated Mr. He. Although Mr. He is flirtatious, he never touches girls." Happy girls!His woman, a happy, innocent, pure and noble girl like waves, has degenerated into a happy woman. He was inexplicably lost, with a deep sense of frustration.As a man, although he is unwilling to give any woman lifelong love, he always gives them lifelong support as much as possible.He sees it as a man's responsibility. But she, Lin Li, the woman he once loved so much, that carefree girl who danced on the waves, has become a merry woman who earns her living in the world. How can he feel so bad?

Without waiting for the end of the wine, he reasoned that he had a headache and left the group. The black Ling Zhi made a circle but stopped at the opposite of "Hundred Bird Bar", quietly watching the arrival of midnight, watching the end of the wine and singing, and watching the late return of the drunken woman. Dance to the heart of the willow building and the moon, and sing to the wind at the bottom of the peach blossom fan.On such a day, he didn't know how long she had been drunk alone? When she stopped in front of his car, her makeup was gone, her lips were still cold, and her eyes drifted with teasing: "You like changing people so much, but you haven't changed your car for three years. Men like to call their girlfriends 'boyfriends', but it's still flattery." A woman is always inferior to a horse."

Embarrassed, he just opened the car door silently, covered the edge of the door with his palm, and invited her to get in the car as a state guest. She didn't move, and bargained coldly: "300 for the introduction, 500 for the night, go to your place or mine?" As a result, they didn't go anywhere, but drove the car all the way to the beach where the waves were still there.It was early winter, and there was no one on the beach, and the lit bonfire could not dispel the cold night, but her eyes were clearly warmed up. They looked at each other for a long time without saying a word, and then he stretched out his hand to touch her long hair lightly, as if carefully touching a precious porcelain bottle.First her eyebrows, her eyes, her face, her lips, her neck...

He seems to be a god, and she is the sleeping beauty waiting for the god to wake up. Wherever he touches, she becomes alive, vivid and warm little by little.Meixing's eyes, which had seen all the bustling smoke, returned to the simplicity and brightness of her youth, but they were clearly more charming and thirsty than before, primitive and hot, and finally burned him and burned himself. On the quiet night by the sea, in Ling Zhi's backseat, their intertwined bodies were sweating profusely, lingering until death. It was the first rendezvous at the beginning of the world, and the last carnival at the end of the world.The world is so big, at this moment he only owns her, and she only belongs to him.All passions and perceptions are awakened, all memories and desires explode here.With the most primitive desire and the most vicissitudes of hatred, with regret and despair, he once again possessed her, and she once again called him back. A sleepless night. But at the beginning of dawn, when night and dawn alternated, he still fell asleep. Wake up, she is no longer.The compartment was filled with tobacco, perfume and each other's body odor, there were traces of carnival everywhere, and the seat cushion was still warm, but the obsessed and desperate woman had disappeared. On the window glass, a line of words was written with lipstick like blood: "REMBER ME!" remember me! Such a humble and desperate request! Once again, she was different from his other women in a special way that he couldn't forget. He couldn't help suspecting that her reappearance and departure were so strange and sudden, the purpose was just for him to remember.He is a man without eternity, you cannot make him loyal forever, only let him be unforgettable forever.Therefore, love made her go to extremes and spare no effort. All the sinking and struggling, all the scheming and longing are just to let him remember her. remember her! On the seashore at dawn, the waves are crashing again and again, everything is peaceful and beautiful, but he suddenly burst into tears.For the first time in his life, he seriously thought about the topic of love. For the first time, he thought of the so-called loyalty, so-called persistence, and so-called eternity... That night, when he came to "Bainiao Bar" again, she had already resigned. In fact, he should have thought of it earlier, but he just couldn't help it. Just can't help it. So again and again, he found "Hundred Birds" in sleepless nights, and then was sent back by a waitress at midnight on a drunken night. That morning, he found himself not lifting. He, a famous flower-loving butterfly, actually broke his wings among the flowers... Who can believe it? There are also confidantes who recommend famous doctors to him, but he just shakes his head.He himself understood that it was not a disease, but a knot in his heart. And she was his medicine. But, who knows when and where she will appear next time?