Libra Tavern is Jiao Rilang's must-stop every afternoon. She likes to go there for a drink before coming home. It's not that the work is particularly stressful, you need to relax, or you are very lonely and want to hang out with someone. That's just an old habit. Besides, she was single, so there was nothing to do when she got home so early, she might as well go to Libra for a glass of mineral water; or whiskey on the rocks; or beer, depending on the mood. That day, the beautiful woman walked into the tavern, said hello to the bartender Lao Zhuang, sat in the old seat as if she was at home, drank a sip of cold beer, sighed in her heart, it was another day.

Ri Lang leaned his head on the backrest and murmured to himself: "I wish I could fall in love. I've never been in love. I don't know what love between a man and a woman is. It's so miserable." After a while, Rilang propped his head on his hands again, "I still hope that I can be famous and rich, hey, how does it feel to be really rich? How does it feel to be world-famous? I may never know, time goes by day by day , I won’t get younger every day, alas!” He was talking to himself, sighing long and short, when suddenly there was a soft chirping sound from the other side of the bar counter.

It was Lao Zhuang who signaled her to go over. Ri Lang approached, "What are you doing? Don't you see that I'm busy burying my head in self-pity?" "That's your daily routine, you might as well stop for a while. Hey, see that corner?" Lao Zhuang pointed lightly with his little finger. Rilang also glanced implicitly out of the corner of his eye. In the darkest and darkest corner of Libra, there is a person lying on a small round table. Lao Zhuang made a note: "I came in at five o'clock in the afternoon, opened a bottle of brandy, and sat there, drinking and crying."

Ri Lang didn't make a sound, and turned his body a little bit. It's a woman. Her long, curly hair hung down like a cloud, almost touching the carpet. You don't need to look at her face to know that she is beautiful and lovely. Rilang asked Lao Zhuang in bewilderment, "A stranger?" "First time here." "affim?" "You know I have an eye for faces." "native?" "Same complexion as you." "Oh," Rilang asked Lao Zhuang, "what can I do for you?" "I used to persuade her, it's best to send her home."

"Why are you so kind?" "Miss Jiao, I'm here for business. I don't want any accidents. You see, she's already down half a bottle of wine. She didn't make it right. She cried and yelled, which affected the mood of other guests. Going further, she passed out on the ground, Can I still carry her home?" Ri Lang said with emotion: "After all, it's for myself." "Miss Jiao, help me." "It seems that this responsibility should be shouldered by a single male guest." "I'm afraid that the girl will be completely drunk before the male guest arrives here after get off work."

This is real. "I'll try my best." "Miss Jiao, thank you." Ri Lang approached the girl slowly, and sat down on a nearby chair. "Hello." Rilang said. The woman didn't move. Ri Lang asked again, "Are you drunk?" The woman whimpered slightly and her shoulders twitched. "Come, have a sip of strong tea." The woman slightly raised her head and met Ri Lang face to face. Rilang was stunned. She has seen many good-looking women, some are big beauties; some are small beauties; The figure is really outstanding. but. But none of them are as picturesque as the young lady in front of her, with snowy skin and a charming, graceful and moving expression.

She stretched and moved her body. Ri Lang has confirmed that she is at least five to seven centimeters taller than her. Ri Lang was really surprised, in a city where talent and color are important, such a beautiful girl shouldn't have to cry. Ri Lang asked, "How are you doing?" The girl wiped away a tear from the corner of her starry eyes, "This sister is so kind." At this moment, Rilang saw clearly that she was wearing a black tight-fitting long sweater and leopard print socks. She was indeed fashionable and beautiful. Ri Lang smiled and asked, "Your name?"

The girl asked back, "Does the name matter?" "Hey, I have to call you by name." "Then, call me 80MB." Rilang was annoyed: "Do you have a name that is easier to pronounce?" "You don't believe me?" The girl was a little disappointed. Her eyes were clear and crystal clear, even after drinking half a bottle of wine, she could still distinguish between black and white. However, Jiao Rilang is not a person without life experience, she deeply knows that no matter how pure the eyes are, there may be an owner with ulterior motives. Rilang asked back: "Do you know what 80MB is?"

girl smiles. Rilang said: "That is a fixed computer disk that can permanently store 80 million messages. Are you a computer?" The girl held the corner of her mouth, "Then, call me Chenxi." "That's your real name? So polite." "That's because I came to this world early in the morning. My sister, what's your name?" Rilang joked with her, "I was born at dusk, my name is Wanxia." After all, the girl drank a lot, she clapped her hands when she heard this. She is really a beauty, even her fingers are like jade green onions, soft as if they are boneless.

Rilang couldn't help but said, "If I were as beautiful as you, I wouldn't have any worries." The girl raised her head in surprise, "You don't look bad either." Rilang said modestly, "It's far away." "Is appearance really that important?" "Only people like you are qualified to say that." "But, I'm still broken in love." "what?" "It turns out that the feeling of falling out of love is so bad. My internal organs are like being grabbed by an invisible big hand. I can't move. I cry for no reason at all times, and I can't sleep or eat. Alas, life is better than death."

Rilang felt comforted for a while, God is so fair, and the beautiful woman also lost her love, it is very good. At this time, the bartender Lao Zhuang asked someone to bring coffee up, "The boss treats you." "Come on, Chenxi, do it, wake up your stomach, the sun will rise as usual tomorrow." Chen Xi smiled, "But I'm going home tomorrow." "After drinking this cup of coffee, I'll send you home." "No, no, I mean the real home." Ri Lang was taken aback, "Isn't this your home?" "I am a stranger." "But your appearance and accent are the same as mine." "That's because I've been living with you for some time." "Where is your home?" "In a faraway place." "Twenty hours long flight?" The girl looked at Ri Lang, "You are really a good person." Ri Lang laughed, "There are more good people than bad people in the world." The girl also laughed, "That's because you are a good person." Her voice was mature and intelligent, and it was as lovely as her appearance, which was rare. "How can someone like you fall in love?" Chen Xi replied: "Yes, I don't believe it either." Also know how to laugh at yourself, not easy. "How long has it been since you came to our place?" The girl named Chenxi turned her head and thought for a while, "There are more than three hundred days and nights in total." "Oh, almost a year." Chen Xi nodded. "Do you have a job?" "I'm a data collector." She didn't look like one at all, and Rilang was surprised again. Rilang suddenly heard his stomach rumbling, "I'm hungry." This is a great event for human beings through the ages. She said to Chen Xi: "Eat, I'll treat you." Chen Xi smiled sweetly, "You are such a good person, good people will always be rewarded, you can tell me, what is your wish?" Rilang let out a "chi" laugh, this girl, drunk is drunk, she can't protect herself, her tone is like a fairy concubine, she dares to grant Jiao Rilang's three wishes. Ri Lang shook his head, "I have no wish." "Everybody has a wish." "Let me put it this way, I don't have a wish that cannot be fulfilled with my own hands." Ri Lang puffed out his chest. Chen Xi applauded. Lao Zhuang gave them sandwiches. Chen Xi said: "I admire you, Wan Xia." Rilang ate while laughing, "My name is not Wanxia, ​​my real name is Jiao Rilang." "You really don't have a wish?" Ri Lang smiled, "Why not? I hope my body can return to the level and condition of seventeen or eighteen years old." When Chen Xi heard this, she was very sorry, "Oh, I can't do that. As far as I know, only Ziwei people are good at adjusting the biological clock of people on Earth." Ri Lang raised his head, "What did you say?" Chen Xi smiled and said, "You have to choose another wish." Rilang was annoyed, "Why do you love me so much?" "Because you treat frustrated people favorably." "Are you frustrated?" Ri Lang couldn't help laughing, "You look more proud than me." Ri Lang continued to sigh, "Many, many sad nights, I have lost courage in life, and I can't wait for the next morning You don’t need to get up, just let the work rest and return to the Lord.” "It's not true." Rilang continued: "What's worse than this is that there are times during the day when I can't go on. I have a friend who likes to run to a corner and cover his face and cry bitterly, saying to himself: 'This is not true, this is not true. Yes, it's just a nightmare, and I'm going to wake up, and when I wake up, I'm only twenty-two years old, loved by my parents, carefree.'” Chen Xi was shocked, "Oh, so bad?" It's funny. Turned into Jiao Rilang talking non-stop with strangers, pouring out bitterness. Chen Xi hesitated, "I can't make you happy either." "Oh, forget it if it doesn't work," Ri Lang comforted her, "Come on, I'll take you home." At this time, the number of guests in the tavern has gradually increased. Someone called: "Ri Lang, Ri Lang." Rilang turned her head and saw that it was her active boyfriend Cen Jieren, who was spending happy time with three or five friends. Chen Xi asked: "Is that your partner of the opposite sex?" Commonly known as boyfriend. "you could say so." "Do you want to go there?" "No hurry, how are you, are you feeling better?" "Thank you for chatting with me to relax, but this kind of pain will not disappear immediately, no, I am not feeling better." She is a transparent beauty. Rilang couldn't help being curious, "What kind of person is your unobtainable love?" "If I have time, I will tell you." Someone over there called again: "Ri—Lang—" Ri Lang said apologetically, "I'll go over." "Please." Rilang walked to Cen Jieren's desk, his face darkened, "What are you doing, what are you doing?" With Cen Jieren are Chen Jianxiong, Wu Junrong, Liang Weiming and Zheng Xiaoxiong. They are all professionals. To describe it in a vulgar way, they are the son-in-law who rides the dragon in the eyes of ordinary mothers-in-law in the city. They immediately pulled up chairs for Rilang and ordered drinks, and Xiao Chen immediately asked, "Who is that girl?" Xiao Liang added: "Introduce us." "Fair competition." That was Xiao Zheng. "I've never seen a beauty like that." "The beautiful hair like clouds is used to describe her, right?" "His eyes are like cold stars." Rilang sighed, what is inner beauty?Who still wears a perspective glass to delve into other people's internal organs. "Okay, okay," Ri Lang raised his hand, "Let me introduce." All the young talents cheered, turned their heads away, and whimpered in disappointment. she left. Chen Xi did not know when to leave. Even Rilang felt reluctant. She left the group of boys and went to the door to look for someone, only to find that it was raining, the sky was already dark, and the street was full of colorful reflections of neon lights, and there was no sign of Yiren. It was quite cold, Ri Lang shivered, with his arms folded on his chest, standing on the street corner in a daze. Cen Jieren's voice came from behind: "Want to go home?" Rilang looked at his watch, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening, and before he knew it, he had already delayed these hours. It's time to go home. Cen Jieren said, "I'll call you later." Ri Lang only waved to him, then walked to the parking lot. She has come to an end with Cen Jieren. It's not speculative, half a sentence is too much. He still cared about her, and so did she, but the two of them could no longer sit down and talk about serious things, they were on the verge of breaking out. She thought he was vulgar, he thought she was impractical. Like "Your aunt is a celebrity in front of the Finance Department of the government. You don't go in to burn incense in such a big temple in front of your house. She shows a little bit of a mouth. We can eat for three years. Why don't you invite you to dinner?" go?" Rilang was really worried. Once again she was trusting no one, and neither was he. Sitting in front of her aunt, she really wants to help her boyfriend, for example, ask if it is possible to enter the pound at the moment, or the interest rate may rise... However, I couldn't open my mouth. Even when my aunt asked, "Ri Lang, you seem to have something to say", she would just gossip and say, "Auntie will go to Europe next year, right?" Rilang knew that Cen Jieren hated her. It seems to be against him everywhere. She followed him to accompany a client to Vancouver to look at houses, and during that whole week, she felt restless. Finally, he vomited quickly: "Cen, after studying so many books and obtaining professional qualifications, a dignified architect, do you need to be so humble and accompany the guests all the way to the bathroom?" When Cen Jieren heard such an inquiry, he couldn't help being stunned. From that moment on, he knew that they were still strangers. He tried to explain: "Rilang, there are at least tens of thousands of architects in the city, all of whom have professional qualification certificates, but whoever stays in the Public Works Bureau for a lifetime and who makes a name for himself depends on business acumen." Ri Lang was still dissatisfied, "Brains, or means?" She just hates and is stupid. Sure enough, Cen Jieren pulled his face down, "I don't have time to analyze these details. All in all, in business and business, my personal expenses are pocket money, and my parents' birth, death and burial are all money. When I get married in the future, I don't want my wife to humiliate me in the office anymore." Waiting for my boss and colleagues. Also, my children are going to be sent to international schools. All these expenses have to be paid back by me bowing my knees. Who told me that I am a man, who told me that a man should take this kind of responsibility naturally .Any dirty work has to be done by someone. If I don’t do it, do I ask the old ones to do it and the young ones to do it? Do I ask women to do it?” Cen Jieren was really angry. "Jieren, everything has its best benefits. I think you are too wronged. I feel sad. I'm not worth it for you." "You don't support me?" Cen Jieren felt sad. "I would rather have a smaller house and an older car. We have hands and feet. What are we afraid of?" "These hands? One day these hands will not be able to move, and one day people will not want these hands. You, what do you know?" Rilang finally silenced. Cen Jieren was born in a poor family, he worked part-time and relied on a scholarship to get to university. His outlook on life is different from that of Jiao Rilang. In fact, he has perfected his merits and virtues, but he doesn't realize it. That business was not successful. The old owner went around in Vancouver and found that commercial buildings are more promising. He bought a 14-unit old apartment house and a bunk in the city center, making full use of Cen Jieren's professional knowledge , paid the brokerage commission, and went home. Rilang comforted her boyfriend: "It's already a success to have one out of ten deals." Cen Jieren said nothing, untied his tie, and collapsed on the hotel bed. After going out that time, the two of them separated. Back in her small apartment, Rilang couldn't help recalling her past with Cen Jieren. That was more than a year ago. After that, she didn't make any other friends of the opposite sex, and neither did he. Both of them were busy with nothing, and their relationship faded away. Cen Jieren also has happy moments. He took Rilang to offer sacrifices to his deceased mother, and after presenting flowers, he said to Rilang, "I don't believe in Fengshui, but if there is Fengshui, this is a land with mountains and sea facing it." With half a year's worth of savings, his tone was comforting and proud. Cen Jieren is definitely not a bad guy, he has his own way. How unfortunate, his way is not Jiao Rilang's way. While drinking mineral water and watching TV news, Rilang could only hear the sound of popping. The common phenomenon in the metropolis can no longer hold the audience's heartstrings. Rilang said to himself mockingly: "I also came from a very humble background, but money is not everything, respect should be given, but there is no need to bow down!" Cen Jieren needs to marry a young lady with a little family background and well-meaning parents, not her Jiao Rilang. What Rilang relied on was her hands. Hands will always be tired one day. The phone rang. Rilang wondered, this phone is just a decoration, few people use it. It must be her friend Fan Lixuan. It was Lixuan's crisp voice that came from the other end. "Come out for Japanese food, someone wants to meet you." "next time." "Ri Lang, why are you depressed?" "People's emotions always go up and down!" "You just can't fall." "next time." "My distant cousin came back from Toronto and is looking for someone." "You really think of me." Ri Lang couldn't help but laugh, "How old is this person, seven or eighty?" "Thirty-six years old, good-looking talent, land and land, how about it, is it okay?" "next time." "He will run away tomorrow, let's take a look, what's the loss?" "At night, I don't have any makeup on my face." "Just the shirt and jeans." "Give me twenty minutes." Fan Lixuan gave the address at the other end. Check it out, give yourself a chance. Don't laugh, many marriages are successful in this way.The problem is not looking, the problem is how much a person wants to get married at the time. If you think hard enough, you will succeed. Rilang arrived on time, with his hair in a braid and just a little lipstick on, and lazily ordered a meal of eel rice. Only then did Lixuan introduce to her that this cousin is called Wen Yingjie. He is not bad looking, has a decent conversation, and looks ordinary. It's nothing, Rilang thought, it's better to have a full meal. Rilang always wants to fall in love once, she is not in a hurry to find a home. Whenever he was in a bad mood, Rilang ate a lot, but he didn't lose weight, and wasted all in worry. After eating, wipe your mouth and say goodbye first. Lixuan wiped her neck and winked at her, but she just pretended not to see, went to the counter to pay for them, and gave a generous tip. Don't make these old overseas Chinese think that urban women will cheat on food and drink. Lixuan chased him out. "Don't like it?" she asked. Ri Lang waved his hand, "Don't say that, it will ruin me." "He is very proficient in Chinese and English, he is honest, and he has a profitable business." "Really, there is nowhere to look for with a lantern." This is the truth. "Emotions can be cultivated." Ri Lang smiled, "Then why are you still alone?" Lixuan stared at her, "Why do you want to touch my heart?" "Lixuan, I'm sorry." Fan Lixuan's boyfriend died young.For more than three years, Lixuan worked hard in his career and stopped using emotion. Everyone has their own sad history. Not fighting is like living the rest of your life. After a long while Lixuan said: "I'll see you another day, the fate has not come, it's just a lot of fun." Ri Lang returns home full of emotion. The TV is still on, the small screen, I don't know how many evenings I spent with her. Rilang lifted the quilt and was about to sneak in to find a good dream when the phone rang again. Fan Lixuan, what else do you want to say? Really long-winded. "Hey, what else can I order?" The other party had another voice, "Is it Rilang? I'm Chenxi." After tossing all night, Rilang almost forgot what happened in the evening, and couldn't help being stunned. Where did this strange woman get her communication number? "The bartender Lao Zhuang told me." So it was, "How are you, are you packing?" Chen Xi said, "I've come to say goodbye to you." "Is there anyone to see you off? How about I pick you up to the airport tomorrow morning?" While talking, Ri Lang raised his eyes, and his eyes naturally fell on the TV screen in front of him. Seeing this was no small matter, her wide mouth could no longer be closed. The image on the screen is not a monster, but Chen Xi who is talking on the phone with her.is her!Look forward to the beautiful eyes, and smile cleverly. Ri Lang hurriedly rubbed his eyes, he was right, it was indeed a close-up of Chen Xi, her expression matched her voice: "Hey, Ri Lang, have you seen me?" How could this be? Rilang asked perplexedly, "Are you in the live broadcast room of the TV station?" How could they let her in to make private calls to the citizens of the city. "No," Chen Xi laughed, "I temporarily requisitioned your TV set." "I do not understand." "My communicator is also equipped with imaging equipment, which is suitable for all civilian TV sets." Rilang was surprised, "Then can you see me?" "No, you're just using an ordinary phone." "Chen Xi, what country are you from, and why is science so advanced?" "You have already invented this kind of equipment, it's nothing special." Ri Lang was amazed, "I can see that your spirit is much better." Chen Xi was sad, "Forcing a smile." "It will pass." Ri Lang comforted her. "how long?" Rilang is in a dilemma, how can this be settled? "Someone just put it on the back of their minds for a month or two." But a case like Fan Lixuan's may last a lifetime. Chen Xi said, "I'm already in the mood to be with frustration forever." "You won't," Ri Lang smiled, "you can rest assured, you will soon find someone better than him." Chen Xi didn't pursue further, she just said: "Ri Lang, you haven't told me, what is your wish?" "Wish? Oh, yes, can I pray for world peace and never war?" Ri Lang deliberately joked. "Then, I can't do it." "Look at you, you always ask people what they want, and when they open their mouths, they keep saying that they can't do it. Duh, it's really useless." "Sorry." Rilang looked at her, "No, I don't want anything, I have everything, the refrigerator in the kitchen is full of food, the closet in the bedroom is full of clothes for four seasons, I have more than 30 handbags, more than 60 pairs of leather shoes, I No wishes." "Ri Lang, you are so interesting." "Tell me your address, and I will pick you up tomorrow." Ri Lang also smiled. A street map suddenly appeared on the screen, Ri Lang looked at it, "Oh, you live near me, it's much better." "Will it prevent you from going to work?" "I'm free in the morning." "I take off at five o'clock in the morning." "What?" Ri Lang was taken aback, "Is there such an early flight?" "Yes, I'll be waiting for you at home at three o'clock." Rilang regretted it very much, which meant that she had completely lost her sleep tonight. Therefore, the saying of giving up your life to accompany a gentleman is really not wrong. Jiao Riguan has already passed the stage where he can live as usual without sleeping.Before the age of 21, there is no need to worry about work and rest time, unlimited energy, just play and play every day. Later, you have to sleep for everything. Recently, it is not possible to go to bed informally for eight hours.If you get up in the middle of the night for something, you can't even think about concentrating on it the next day. This incident taught Jiao Rilang that he should not boast about anything early on. She smiled wryly and dialed the alarm clock. At this time, the TV resumed broadcasting the old midnight movie with subtitles, and the name of the movie was Yueer Wanwan Zhao Kyushu. Rilang murmured: "The moon bends over Kyushu, some people laugh and others worry." As for her, she is not necessarily happier than anyone else, nor is she necessarily happier than anyone else. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jiao Rilang fell asleep. Dreamed that Cen Jieren yelled at her: "What do you know? I only have one way in, but there are more than six thousand expenses. I don't try to make money, okay?" Ri Lang was taken aback and woke up. Thinking about it every day and dreaming at night really frightened Cen Jieren. She can't be with such a person, she doesn't want to accept Cen Jieren's outlook on life. Even if this person accumulates 100 to 200 million in the future, I am afraid he will still be so vicious. I don't know who and what happened to him. Then, in this half-bright midnight, when everything was silent, Rilang's heart suddenly became clear and clear.