As he rushed into the pouring rain curtain of Vienna, Zhuo Yang didn't know where to go.
Just now, he ended his grudges with the Habsburg family and turned everything into the past.
It ended its six-year relationship with Christine, or perhaps twelve years, and he made it all into ashes. From tonight, the name "Koko" will only exist in eternity and in memories.
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From tonight, there will be no more coco in the world, only coco, only Christine Josephine Habsburg-Lorraine.
When he left, Koko collapsed on the carpet and sobbed in silence. He just said to her in English:        farewell.
The word ‘     The word ‘farewell’ in English and ‘goodbye’ means ‘goodbye’, but farrewell is more formal and written, and is more old-school, and does not have the meaning of ‘goodbye’.
The context of farewell is similar to the "goodbye" in Chinese, or, forever farewell.
When he arrived at the conference hall where the Habsburg people gathered, Zhuo Yang calmly informed Koko's father. "Your Excellency, I'm sorry, I've cancelled the engagement. From now on, the grudge between me and the Habsburg family has been written off.
You and I have no relationship again from now on.”
Grand Duke Frank Joseph was still shocked and the Habsburg people were still surprised, so Zhuo Yang left Merrillian Palace without looking back.
This is the royal court of Habsburg. In the palace of the prominent family, the lonely Zhuo Yang walked like a king.
After saying that to Grand Duke Frank Joseph, Zhuo Yang walked straight into the dark rain curtain in Vienna, and even when he passed by George Fon, he did not look at him.
Originally, when he was walking towards the conference hall, Zhuo Yang planned to teach and warn Hungarian Grand Duke George Feng, because today's things were a little strange. Obviously, George Feng had a small move in it, and he once said that he would try his best to stop Zhuo Yang and Koko.
marry.
Zhuo Yang was going to pinch George Feng's neck and lift him up, telling him: If I find out that you are making trouble in the middle, I will kill you.
But after saying that sentence to Grand Duke Frank Joseph, Zhuo Yang lost interest in all the truth. He was tired of all this and all the grudges and hatreds related to the Habsburg family.
He didn't want to talk to any of them anymore, nor did he want to have any contact with any of them anymore, including George Feng, Kou Dad, and Midaier. Zhuo Yang wanted to forget all of them quickly and escape from here quickly.
The faster the better.
The heavy rain instantly wet Zhuo Yang. Compared to the pain of his inner loss, this little storm is nothing. It was not too late, but this sudden storm caused the dark night in Vienna to come early, and Zhuo Yang was lost in the wind and rain.
I don't know where to go.
Vienna, which was originally familiar, has become very strange, like an illusory city, as illusory as in 2014.
Zhuo Yang didn't even know how he came to Vienna Airport. He had a taxi or came over. He had no impression at all. After arriving at the airport, he moved to the clothing store like a zombie and bought a suit casually.
Just because it's dry.
I took off my wet clothes on the spot and put on the suit. Unconsciously the shirt inside was also wet. I took out the things inside the old suit and threw it into the corner of the store.
Zhuo Yang just wanted to leave Vienna quickly. It didn't matter where he went. He didn't want to know where he was going. He just bought the flight that had the latest departure time. He didn't even ask about its destination, or maybe he asked, but Zhuo Yang didn't remember it.
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It was not until three hours later that he got off the plane and walked out of the airport that he realized that it was Istanbul.
There is no rain or almost no wind in Istanbul. The clear night sky makes the Vienna wind and rain that Zhuo Yang just experienced even more unreal.
When he was in the heavy rain in Vienna, he turned off his phone and left himself out of touch with the world. He wanted to disappear in Istanbul, or anywhere else.
Istanbul is a beautiful city. I heard it is a romantic city. Who said that Zhuo Yang forgot, but all the beauty and romance have nothing to do with him. He just wants to hide here and find a dark corner to hide.
The Sabina Gochen isg Airport Hotel is on the Asian side of the strait. Zhuo Yang thought it was good because he not only left Vienna, but also Europe. Europe, which has been struggling for twelve years, is the same as Vienna tonight.
Zhuo Yang felt unfamiliar.
Asked for a top-floor room, Zhuo Yang asked the hotel reception: Where is the bar?
Half an hour later, Zhuo Yang had already drunk himself in the corner of the bar. He had never drunk so much wine in half an hour, nor had he ever drunk himself like this at once.
But he was still drinking non-stop, and no longer using small cups one by one, but his mouth was facing the mouth of the bottle of Lak wine, one by one.
It's only early October. In just one and a half months, Zhuo Yang has experienced too many collapses. From the failure to transfer to Manchester United, to the collapse of his good friend's love one after another, to the suspension and the cancellation of the award.
But these collapses combined are not one ten thousandth of the destruction tonight. Zhuo Yang buried his love with his own hands tonight, and finally turned the world into ruins.
These things are not related to the consequences, but there must be emotional accumulation between them. Without the failure of transfers and the collapse of friends, Zhuo Yang may not lose control at Pisjuan Stadium. Without the strong negative emotions brought by football, there is no such thing as football.
To lay the groundwork, Zhuo Yang's destruction may not be so decisive tonight.
But it may be a long process, which actually began from the moment he became famous all over the world, until he lost in his strong self and in this turbid world.
Zhuo Yang fell into the mud like a drop of crystal clear water. After struggling desperately, he was lost.
Zhuo Yang was drunk. He didn't think about football and piano, nor did he think about his love anymore. He thought of his parents, and they were still looking forward to his marriage as soon as possible.
Thinking of his parents far away in his hometown, Zhuo Yang cried aggrievedly. He cried like a child. Tears flowed into the wine like rain in Vienna, and were swallowed back to his stomach.
No one understands him in this world, no one comes to comfort him, and no one understands his guilt towards his parents at this moment.
People are born lonely, and life is just a purgatory.
Life is also a practice.
In the confusion of drunken eyes, a faint fragrance floated over, and flowing blonde hair appeared in front of his eyes.
"Zhuo Yang, it's really you! How could you be here alone?"
Listening to the familiar voice, Zhuo Yang looked at the gradually clear face in front of him, and a happy smile appeared on his face covered with tears.
He reached out and touched her cheek gently, and touched the corner of her mouth. She was as stupid as he was, allowing him to touch himself.
Zhuo Yang stroked her face and felt the slipperyness coming from the back of her fingers.
Chapter completed!