Chapter 17 chapter 2

Meng Chong, who was in great distress, found his old classmate who worked in the city bureau to find out why Liu Simiao's "fortress" was so difficult to break through.The old classmate laughed as soon as he heard it, and patted him on the shoulder, "I said buddy, you should give up on this... There are only two kinds of women in the world: those who can be bought with money and those who can't be bought with money— —Most of them are of the first type, but the price is different." The old classmate's expression suddenly became very solemn, "As for Liu Simiao, she belongs to the second type of rare species, she has someone in her heart, you just take gold and silver In front of her, she won't even bat an eyelid."

Meng Chong was stunned, "Who does she have in mind? Better conditions than mine?" The old classmate narrowed his eyes, "That man is a prisoner—but he is a prisoner whom all our police officers respect!" Meng Chong was completely dizzy, "This...what the hell is going on?" The old classmate told him the story of Lin Xiangming, and said to him after telling him: "Go home and wash your face with cold water, go to Sanlitun to drink two cups at night, and then sleep. You are lucky to be able to save her. Fate, how many people want to talk to her but can't find a chance!"

After that, Meng Chong was silent for a long time and did not contact Si Miao. It was also during this time that Si Miao's old injury recurred. In the past, she had read many novels and movies about people in infatuated love, if they used suicide to get rid of the pain, but they were rescued, then that undying love would be taken away by the passing god of death, and since then Embark on a new life journey... It's all fake. Death is just a cemetery, but love is the flower that blooms especially brightly on the cemetery. Never die... never die. The heart that was riddled with holes was finally tortured to a bloody mess by the longing day after day.

She couldn't bear to commit suicide again, and she didn't want to cause trouble to Lei Rong and Director Xu.Suicide is a right, but this right can only be used once in a lifetime—at least she thinks so. So, she became a water bird who just wanted to die for love but couldn't find a slate. Looking around, there was only the vast sea and no coast. She started drinking heavily. There are some fine red wines in the wine cabinet at home.Every night, she sits on a silver-gray S-shaped high bar stool, holding a bottle of wine in her left hand and a crystal glass in her right hand, and drinks by herself.There is no light in the room, and there is no music. The only sound is the ticking of tears falling on the bar... When the sound stops, the bottle of red wine has run out.

In the darkness, she could vaguely see her drunken figure crouching in her arms, shining a little bit like a layer of water. day to day. One day, it's still night, it's still red wine, tears, it's still drunk.As she slumbers in the alcohol-created chaos, her phone buzzes on the bar.Her brain felt like it was being stirred in a beater, and she was in pain. She grabbed the phone and answered it without even looking at the caller ID. "Si Miao?" A very thick male voice. "Which one?" she asked, annoyed. "Are you sick?" The voice over there was very concerned, "I am Meng Chong."

"Oh...what's the matter?" "I'm downstairs at your house, and I want to say a few words to you, is that okay?" "It's getting late..." "I know, just a few words, just a few words..." Meng Chong's voice was almost pleading. After all, he saved his life.Si Miao reluctantly agreed.She went downstairs and walked out of the community, and saw Meng Chong standing under the street lamp, still leaning on his black Porsche, with a reserved expression like a child who has done something wrong. "What's the matter?" Si Miao stepped forward and asked, trying her best to make her voice not so cold, but it still sounded like she was interrogating a criminal suspect.

Meng Chong looked at the blush on her drunken blush and straightened his eyes again. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and say: "Si Miao...I want to ask you to go on a trip together..." Before the words fell, Si Miao interrupted, "Meng Chong, thank you for saving me in Japan, but I also hope you understand my state of mind, I just want to be alone and quiet..." "I know, I know." Meng Chong said quickly, he took a step forward with his right foot, and then retracted, "It's not the two of us, but my father's company organized a trip to a lake in Inner Mongolia. You have the right When traveling, let's go and relax together!"

Si Miao shook her head, turned around and left. "The name of the lake is 'Eren Chagan Nuoer', which translates into Chinese as 'White Lake of Dreams', but the local herdsmen call it 'Lake of Tears'." Meng Chong followed quickly, saying as he walked, "It is said that it was originally a sweet lake. Later, two birds flew over during migration. One could not fly, and fell into the lake to die. The other wailed around the lake for three days, and then fell into the lake. Since then, this lake has become a bitter salt water lake. People say that the lake water is the illusion of the tears of the bird that died in love, so it is called the "Lake of Tears". If a sick herdsman drinks it, he will recover immediately. , so it has become a holy lake in the hearts of the local people..."

He raised his head, closed his eyes, and imagined that he had a pair of wings that were getting heavier and heavier. Eren Chagan Nuoer, the dreamy White Lake, the Lake of Tears... the birds who died for love. Well, maybe it's my lake? She turned around and said to Mengchong: "Send me a text message with the time and place of departure. I'll see the situation and try to go."