Chapter 20 Section 20

"Ma Zhuo, what's the matter, Uncle Anan is waiting for you." "If you're a friend, just keep lying for me." "Ma Zhuo!" Xiao Zhe grabbed me and said, "He's gone!" He grabbed me very tightly, I couldn't get rid of him no matter how hard I tried, I had no choice but to stomp on his foot hard, he was wearing sneakers, it must be very painful, but he still held me desperately, wishing I could Put my head on your shoulders before giving up.It felt like I was the one who was about to rush to the cliff, and he was the hero who saved my life.

"Xiao Zhe!" I shouted his name loudly. It still alarmed the doorman downstairs, who ran out in a cotton-padded coat, took a suspected electric baton and hit Xiao Zhe on the head, saying, "What are you doing in the middle of the night?!" I quickly waved to him: "It's okay, it's okay, we all know each other..." Xiao Zhe also answered: "My friends are arguing, don't make trouble!" "Hey, how fresh..." the uncle muttered to himself and retreated to his concierge. He continued to drag me like a box of old books and newspapers. My plastic soles made an unwilling "hiss" sound on the ground, and my arms were almost dislocated by him.The elevator stopped at the top floor, and when it was slowly going down, Xiao Zhe suddenly realized that he had been holding hands with me, and then threw away my hand like an electric shock, and my whole body was shaken by pain.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry." I said too. "why?" I didn't answer anything, but just passed him, ran to the gate quickly, and ran directly to the gate of the community. He didn't keep up, but I seemed to be able to hear his breathing from behind, heavy, short, and unhappy. Although I didn't say anything, I had the answer in my heart.Although he didn't ask any more questions, I think he already understood the answer in my heart. Forgive me I really have no choice. When I ran to the gate of the community and looked around panting, as I thought, he had already disappeared.He has always been like this, come and go whenever he wants, he has always been like this, he does not allow others to hurt his a little bit of pride, it has always been like this between us, there is no fairness to say.

Standing on the empty street, I wanted to cry but couldn't cry. There was a fire in my heart that wanted to burn me alive.The most terrible thing is that this fire is burning, and the flood is coming again. It's like a motor has been planted in my heart, roaring suddenly, and I can't break into an army.At this moment, if there is a car passing me, I feel that the only thing I can do is to hit it head-on, kill it and knock it down, and it will be over! Just as I was thinking this, a green taxi suddenly turned around from the corner of the street and stopped in front of me.When I looked up, I saw Poison sitting in the back seat. He looked at me, opened the car door, and said nothing.

He knew I would get in the car. I bowed my head, held my breath for a second, and got into the car. In that second, the only thing I was sure of was that in all the bets I made with him, I was destined to lose.I don't know where this car is going, and he must have told the driver, just waiting for me to show up.He knew I would do this, chased him out, and threw himself into his arms.He was sure of me, that's why he was never afraid of my leaving.This is fate, it is destiny, just like after being injured, the wound becomes a part of oneself, no matter how ugly the scar left is, you have to stay with it for the rest of your life.

Compared with the coldness outside the car, the warmth inside the taxi made it difficult for me to breathe. He was satisfied and reached out to hold my hand. I broke free, and he continued to hold it, and I broke free again.He pulled me into his arms forcefully, I turned my back to him and looked out the window, unprepared tears welled up in an instant. He turned my head hard, forced me to face him, and asked with a sneer, "Why did you become so sentimental, did you learn from that nerd?" I bit down on the back of his hand. The back of his hand was very thin. In addition to the already cold weather, my teeth were shaking. I could feel the bones in his hand, so I couldn't help biting harder. , but he didn't make a sound, he didn't even hum, as if what I bit was just a white flour steamed bun he held in his hand.I finally raised my head bored and looked at the tooth marks on the back of his hand, which were dark red and sharp, like a stamp engraved there a long time ago.But he teased me with a smile and said: "Don't be soft-hearted, continue."

My violence and tears are all ineffective in front of him.So I simply put my head in his arms and pressed hard, hoping to reach him until he couldn't breathe, so that he could also experience my dilemma.But he stretched out his arms and hugged me very comfortably, his bearded chin roughly swept over the top of my head, and said something nonsense: "Beijing, the weather is really nice." That night, he took me to a business hotel with a good environment in the South Second Ring Road.When I came to such a place for the first time, I was a little restrained, even uneasy.He was very natural, invited me to sit down, and made me tea.I didn't expect that what he brought out was actually Ya'an's Tibetan tea. The small golden tea bricks, when mixed into the boiling water, soon exuded the long-lost special fragrance from my hometown, and my nose became sour for no reason.

What was even more unexpected was that he actually carried a small and exquisite tea set with him, and the action of making tea was extremely professional.If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that a person like him, who used to only know how to fight and pretend to be cool, could have such patience and interest in such a quiet thing as tea. "I like Tibetan tea." He handed me a small cup and said. "Every time I drink it, I think of you. After staying with tea for a long time, you will know that people are like tea. This tea is just like you. It has a strong taste and is very strong, but it tastes strong."

"Then what kind of tea is like you?" I asked curiously. He smirked: "Shouldn't you be the one who knows my taste the most?" I have to admit that at two o'clock in the middle of the night, in a strange hotel room, sitting and drinking tea with a friend who had promised to never see each other, the scale of this kind of dialogue is still somewhat challenging for me. Finally, I summoned up the courage to meet his gaze and said, "Of course not." He laughed: "Why do I feel that what you drink is not tea, but vinegar?" "Because I care." I said, "I mind that there are other people who are more important than me."

"Don't I mind what you did tonight?" He sipped his tea and said, "You are a law student, so you should know that fairness and justice are also very important in this world." "He's just a friend." "A friend you can wear a scarf for him?" he said. "I don't remember ever being treated like that. May I think he's more important to you than I am?" What a pity he is not a lawyer!Too lazy to mess with him, I can only ask him the most important question: "Why did you suddenly appear downstairs at my house?" "You have to answer me first, is it your home, or your home with someone."

"He just sent me home." "Does Xia Hua live upstairs or downstairs in your house?" "We live together." I said. This was obviously an answer he hadn't expected. "She ran away from marriage and didn't contact me for a long time. I guessed something happened to her. But to be honest, I never thought that this matter was related to you. Ma Xiaoyang, can you give me an explanation?" I asked him: "Do you know about Xia Hua's falling in love?" He shook his head at me. "Then who does she really like, do you know?" He said, "Anyway, it's definitely not for the bald man." At this moment, I felt that there was no need to hide him anymore, so I sat up straight and decided to tell him the truth: "Listen to me, the person Xia Hua likes is my father." My words obviously startled him. After his facial features shifted and returned to their original positions, he lit a cigarette, sat there and smoked it vigorously, without speaking for a long time. "Actually, they are quite suitable and good." I said. "You mean, do you want me to send them a congratulatory message?" "Don't blame her, she didn't hide it from you on purpose." "What's that like?" He threw away the cigarette butt and said, "Or you can teach me, if I'm standing in front of your dad now, should I call him daddy, or brother-in-law? Fuck!"