Chapter 31 Chapter Thirty-One

The red wine dripped drop by drop from the long hair on his forehead, and the bright colors fell on the collar of his white shirt. on. From the first meeting in the supermarket, to the meeting at the Changsheng autograph signing venue, and to the series of events after that, this person always seemed to appear by my side intentionally or unintentionally. The road is narrow, the road is so fucking narrow, it was him He put the sweet bait in front of me with his own hands, but when I finally made up my mind to jump on it, he pulled back in time. However, he who was so resolute actually begged me heartbreakingly last night not to leave.

But I am already tired, no matter how good-looking he is, a hundred times better than Chen Shujun, I am also tired, Depth of Field, a man like him, I will never know what he is thinking in his heart, and I don’t want to have anything to do with him again However, under this gorgeous revolving light, when I saw his face again which I hadn’t seen for a day, when I couldn’t help feeling a pain in my heart because of the unconcealable paleness and haggardness on his face, I had to sigh with emotion. Bai Jie scolded well. How can I be so mean? The ancient Greek philosopher Heraclitus said that a person cannot step into the same river twice. He teased my feelings over and over again, how could I fall into it over and over again?

I don't know whether Bai Jie brought Depth of Field, or Depth of Field brought Bai Jie, or the two happened to be a partner on this occasion. I only know that in the next second, when I heard a sentence that he was clearly holding on to with all his might , I almost wanted to nod! Jing Shen said: "Luo Luo, let's go, I will take you out of Beijing and live the life you want, don't lose your temper, I will give you whatever you want." I felt a venomous gaze fell on me, it was Bai Jie, she looked at me, her eyes seemed to burn, as if I was really the third party who destroyed their love.

Then, there was a pair of hands around my waist, Chen Shujun finally turned away all the entertainment and rushed over, he said: "What happened? Is there a misunderstanding? When I called you just now, I wanted to introduce a famous painter to you know." As he said that, his eyes swept over Bai Jie, and then the depth of field, his gentle and narrow eyes narrowed dangerously. He said: "Miss Bai, Luo Luo is my fiancee, I hope you don't have any misunderstandings, my father has been thinking about inviting you as a guest." Chen Shujun said it to Bai Jie with a smile, but that threatening tone was clearly aimed at the depth of field.

Bai Jie said: "Put away your tricks and be a guest? Hehe, Chen Xin, there won't be that day." After finishing speaking, Bai Jie still raised her chin, flicked her skirt and turned to leave. Before leaving, she said, "Shen Jing, if you have the guts, don't ask me to do things again!" I looked at the back of Bai Jie who left gracefully, thinking when will I be so handsome, her family is definitely a powerful master, even Chen Shujun is not looked down upon by her, Depth of field even asked her to do things . Chen Shujun's expression was extremely ugly at this moment, I, who was bullied by being poured with wine for no reason, now turn around to comfort him.

I said, "It's getting late, why don't we go back?" Chen Shujun's expression softened, he shook his head and said, "I still have something to discuss while staying here. You are tired, so I'll take you back first." Judging by his face, he should be more tired than me. He has to socialize, drink and drive. I said, "I'll just take a taxi and go back. It's fine." Then I stepped up my bag and walked towards the elevator. Depth of Field seemed to want to follow, but was stopped by Chen Shujun. I heard those sharp and sarcastic sarcasms spit out from Chen Shujun's gentle mouth, in the crowd around Amidst the laughter, the elevator reached the top floor with a "ding", and I stepped in and left the occasion without any regrets.

The elevator door slowly closed in front of my eyes, and the last thing I saw was a beautiful wine glass smashed to the ground, those glass fragments that exploded like flowers, those elegant and noble red liquids, I don’t know whose wine was soaked in it. orbital. In the taxi, I took out my mobile phone to check the time, but saw several missed calls and a text message. All of them are old Ren, Ren Jiahai, every time he can't find me, he will habitually add a text message that despises me. I have already handed in the tasks for next month in advance. I don’t know what he is looking for me at the moment. I opened the text message to appreciate his always full of creative contempt. Unexpectedly, it was just a URL.

There is a sentence attached to the website: Lolo, support me. The website was the forum of the largest news website in China. My broken mobile phone couldn’t access the Internet, and Chen Shujun’s laptop was in the company. I had to ask the driver to change the route, and temporarily found a nearby Internet cafe and stopped. After the long URL was typed into the address bar, I saw a thrilling title. While I was cursing the grandson of the dog and beast, I looked down at the specific post. Some photos, documents, and scanned copies of the court judgment of that year were attached to the post.

The person who posted said that the elderly couple in their 60s lost their daughter Xiaoyue eight years ago. Xiaoyue was still in high school in Los Angeles and had a boyfriend named Zhou Hui. Zhou Hui had an entrepreneur father and I am a secretary mother, and her grandparents were quite powerful in the political circle. One day Xiaoyue went on a date with Zhou Hui, but they never came back. What they waited for was the news of their daughter's death. The autopsy report showed that her daughter was pregnant for a week. Hui's child had been born for more than two months, and together with all the evidence at the scene, everything pointed to Zhou Hui as the murderer, but the court ruled that Zhou Hui was not guilty because of "insufficient evidence".

The old couple were dissatisfied and appealed, but the second trial dragged on for eight years. Seeing that Zhou Hui had gone abroad this week, facing the unwinnable lawsuit and the power that the Zhou family could not sue, enthusiastic netizens came to the Internet to help the old man to find the old man. The witness, the old man crawling in the ravine and the old face in the photo deeply hurt my heart. At this moment, Lao Ren is still on QQ. After I left my disdain for Zhou Hui in the reply at the back of the post with righteous indignation, Lao Ren sent a sentence from QQ. He said: That is my sister Ren Jiayue.

I was in shock in front of the computer. He said: This case has dragged on for eight years, and the second trial has just been judged. There is still insufficient evidence. Apart from soliciting public opinion pressure from netizens, I really can't think of any other way. There was another flash in my heart, and I said: I seem to have heard of Zhou Hui somewhere, wait a minute, let me think about it. The name Lian Ren Jiayue is very familiar. But before I had time to think about it, I was hit hard on the back of the head, my eyes went dark, and I fainted uselessly. In the dark corner of the Internet cafe, the last impression left in my mind is the flickering light of the monitor screen in front of me. I seem to hear a female voice like a silver bell talking in my ear deep in my memory. ——"Charlotte, if you put caterpillars in my pencil case again, I will break up with you." ——"Okay, then you can accompany me to the pharmacy today, and I'm going to get medicine for my mother again." ——"Ah bah, you obviously like him, but you are still taking medicine and taking medicine, trying to drag me into a light bulb, no way!" ——"Ren! Home! Moon!" - "Ah!! (screaming) Get your disgusting bugs off-" I seem to have had a long dream. I dreamed that when I was a high school student, I was swimming with a group of classmates, climbing trees, and digging out bird eggs. We ran to the rehearsal room of the school drama club, and we all wore costumes and looked in the mirror. , and laughed at each other for their vulgar looks. Once, we were caught by the teacher in the rehearsal room when we skipped the physical education class for a long-distance run. As a result, each of us was fined to run eight laps. And my physical strength was excellent at that time. Before Ren Jiayue and the others were panting for four laps, I was already running the last lap. I walked around those girls who were running slower than walking, and smiled at them Said: "How? Am I handsome? Is it possible to learn from a teacher?" The unpleasant and unforgettable smell of the plastic runway under the scorching sun was so real in the dream. Ren Jiayue combed her ponytail, with delicate and pure eyebrows, she was already out of breath from exhaustion, and she couldn't finish her sentence, so she could only look down on me with her eyes: "What do you want to learn from a teacher, Charlotte? , You are...you have ulterior motives for someone..." And I laughed out of character, and after running, I lay on my back on the lawn, which caused dissatisfied glaring from the physical education teacher, and I smiled at the backs of Ren Jiayue and the others: "His grandfather is a famous Feng Shui master in Hong Kong, Have you forgotten? The skill is also very good. It is said that he singled out a row of Japanese devils at that time. Ah, he also got the true biography of his grandfather. I have seen such a tall tree with my own eyes. He rubbed a few times and then went up. of……" "Are you bragging?" Someone said, "A drug dealer, how can he have fists and feet? It's not like making movies." I yelled: "Bah! Didn't you read the news? He was the one who stopped the group of criminals who robbed the department store last time. Wow, one hit five, and he beat them all down. It's too powerful! I'm so happy." I want him to teach me, hey, Jiayue, how do you say I should speak? Hey! Are you listening! " ... The time of laughing and playing, the time that never returns, the time that is never remembered again, isn’t it easy to be nostalgic when you are old? But the mirrors in the room seemed to be covered with mist, and the grass on the ground grew joints, soaking our eyebrows in a blink of an eye. I remembered the smiling faces around me, but I left behind my own. In the end, Even the dreams were lost together. One day, I will no longer remember the smell of the plastic runway, the sound of the tide rising and falling, and their names. I don't know how long I was in a coma. When I regained consciousness in my head, the sweet and soft fragrance of fruit spread in the air. A spoonful of glutinous and sweet stuff came to my mouth, my throat was dry, so I opened my mouth to swallow it, eh, mango sago soup?This taste is so delicious, I licked my dry lips and said subconsciously: "Shujun, I want more." When I said it, I felt something was wrong. I seemed to be surfing the Internet at an Internet cafe. After being knocked out, I didn’t know anything. According to the scene in Gouxue 8 o’clock, I was probably kidnapped by Chen Shujun’s competitors by any means. In the future, I will go to bargain with Chen Shujun and blackmail him. This, this... Sure enough, my mother was right, it is not easy to be a rich man's daughter-in-law, but... are hostages also treated so well? I still linger on the taste of that spoonful of mango soup. Could it be that there is medicine in it? Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on my body, and I finally rubbed my eyes clearly. When I looked sideways, there was no one there. The bowl of fruit soup was still on the bedside, steaming. This is a simple and clean room, neither my home nor Chen Shujun's, and I am lying on a big bed stretched out, neither tied nor buckled, comfortable and soft mattress, it tells me that this is never Possibly being treated as a hostage. The door was wide open, and just as I was beginning to study how I was wearing a set of men's pajamas, someone walked in the door. He said, "Lolo, you're awake, don't be afraid." I was stunned with an "ah". This... isn't this the depth of field?