Chapter 8 Farewell to Vian (8)

seven He turns on the light.The room was silent and empty.There were only large black-and-white photographs of Joe on the walls.It was taken by her boyfriend before he went to England.There is a fragile and innocent smile on Qiao's beautiful face.In reality she was not his kind.Nor is it his opponent.Only IIAN can play a game with him.Because each has cold patience. And Joe is vulnerable and innocent.She needs warmth.Promises and eternity are needed. Pushing open the bathroom door, he saw Joe lying in the bathtub filled with cold water.The water in the bathtub has been stained crimson with blood.Blood dripped from her dangling arm onto the tiles.Her face was up there silently.Like a withered white flower.

Amid the tangy smell of blood, he crouched down and vomited violently. Come out of the police station for the last time.He waited wearily at the elevator door of the company.Without any thought.There is no feeling. He was alone in the elevator.As he slowly ascended, he leaned against the elevator wall, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.Suddenly a gentle voice was heard.Call him softly there.Remember my lips.He opened his eyes tremblingly.The elevator was still ascending with a slight wobble.Cold sweat dripped from his brow and down his eyes. He said softly, I really can't love you.Feel sorry.

The door opens.There is no sound.He calmed himself down and strode out. The company can't stand it anymore.When he came out of the general manager's office, he saw all his colleagues standing outside silently looking at him.He walked to his desk expressionlessly and began to pack his things.Sunshine came in from the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and in the silence, he heard the burning sound of the strong light shining on his face. John blocked the door.He said to JOHN, get out of the way. John looked at him. There was no expression in JOHN's eyes.Then JOHN shot out suddenly, a hard punch landed on his face hard.

He smelled the sticky smell of blood again. You beast.He heard JOHN's voice of grief and anger.He wiped the blood from under his nose with his hand.Walked out in silence. The weather is starting to turn cold.The sycamore trees on the square are dropping large dark yellow leaves in the wind.Crowd-like hustle and bustle.Life goes on like that.He crossed the square and hurried towards the subway station. When he walked to the small coffee shop in the station, the boss greeted him with a smile.You haven't been here for a long time.That girl in black has come to you several times.A cup of hot ESPRESSO is placed on the bar.He took a sip lightly.No one knows what happened to him.There are large crowds of people flowing in subway stations every day.

But they are all strangers.No conversation.No consolation. Except Vian.Or IIAN. After finishing his third cup of coffee, he saw IIAN come out of the subway car.She didn't notice him.She was saying goodbye to a man in his forties.The plain-looking but well-dressed man casually kissed her on the cheek.Then leave in a hurry. He looks at her.She walked towards HAPPYCAFE.She is still that unique girl in the crowd.Black clothes, long hair. Full of wild and mysterious atmosphere.She leaves enough room for fantasy. But he saw the truth.Truth always emerges.