"You don't need to say anything, I understand everything and know what I should do." Qian Mengqi waved and stood up, took a deep look at Yu Ziqing, then turned around resolutely, moving her two slender legs step by step
Walking hard towards his bedroom
The crystal tears quietly slid down her smooth and delicate face, which looked so poignant and heartbreaking under the light.
"Qiqi, listen to me." Yu Ziqing hesitated and reached out to grab her shoulders from behind.
Qian Mengqi's body trembled slightly, and her slender white neck moved slightly, but in the end it did not turn around.
"If there is anything to say, He Muliu has already told me what needs to be said. I can't do it. I can't do it now and I won't do it in the future." As she said that, Qian Mengqi shook her shoulders vigorously.
Yes, what is there to say? Is it okay to tell her that a god has several women? Is it okay to tell her that I really love her? Yu Ziqing felt sad for a while, and unknowingly let go of his hands, just watching silently.
As Qian Mengqi's graceful and slender body disappeared step by step behind the bedroom door, his heart also walked step by step towards the bottomless abyss.
He remembered that he had thought a long time ago that if he really couldn't do it, he would become a bully, but when the moment really came, he realized how childish and ridiculous his previous thoughts were. If he really wanted to control a mortal woman, what would be the difficulty for him?
What? But is this really what he wants? Is this what Qian Mengqi wants? Is this still the white-faced person in her mind?
A smile suddenly appeared on Yu Ziqing's face. He didn't know why he could still laugh at this time, but he just laughed. He smiled so helplessly, so painfully, and with endless self-deprecation. He thought he could
Dominate everything, he thought he could be superior, but at this moment, he realized that there were many things that he could not control or dominate. The same was true for the life span of his family and friends, and the same was true for love.
Standing like this at the door of Qian Mengqi, Yu Ziqing did not move for a long time. He knew that behind this door, there was a woman he loved deeply, sitting weakly on the ground, holding her knees, crying silently.
He was powerless, but he didn't know how to comfort her
I don’t know how long it took, but Yu Ziqing “saw” Qian Mengqi falling asleep while crying.
He quietly opened the door and looked at the tears still glistening on that handsome young face. Only then did he truly understand what it means to feel like a knife piercing one's heart, and what it means to feel heart-rending pain.
It turned out that without knowing it, he had fallen in love with her so deeply
Wu Wu tenderly picked up Qian Mengqi, placed him gently on his bed, and then covered him with a sheet. Yu Ziqing returned to his room with a feeling that he could not explain.
This night, for the first time, he did not practice. He just lay on the bed and stared up at the ceiling quietly with his eyes open.
The night passed silently, and the sun dappled through the screen and fell on Qian Mengqi. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the familiar things around her. Thinking of yesterday, it felt like a dream.
She jumped up and opened the door. She saw steaming rice porridge on the dining table, but it didn't have the warmth and touch of the past. Instead, it hurt like a knife, and tears rolled in her eyes.
Qian Mengqi hurried into the bathroom, wiped away her tears, then picked up her toothbrush and brushed hard. She didn't want Yu Ziqing to see her weak side. She wanted to face him with strength and walk out of this house.
leave him strong
The two of them finished their breakfast in silence, then each carried their bags and went to their respective classes.
After getting off work in the afternoon, Yu Ziqing returned home carrying a shoulder bag
Opening the door, I saw a piece of paper pressed on the coffee table at a glance. Qian Mengqi's bedroom door was wide open. It was empty. There were no cute bears or colorful clothes fluttering in the wind.
Although he had already expected that this day would definitely come, looking at the empty home, Yu Ziqing still felt an indescribable sadness and loneliness. He dragged his heavy legs to the coffee table and picked up the piece of paper.
There are traces of tears on the colored paper
"I'm leaving, don't ask me where I'm going to live, and don't come to the hospital to find me...", each beautiful word hurt Yu Ziqing's eyes, and also pricked his heart full of holes.
, the old quarrels, and the domineering look with arms crossed, can no longer be heard or seen.
Suddenly, Yu Ziqing wanted to smoke and drink. Although he knew that smoking would not kill him and drinking would not make him drunk, he just wanted to
Putting away the piece of paper, Yu Ziqing left the house and bought a pack of cigarettes at a community store. Then he smoked the cigarette without wanting to think about anything, and walked all the way to the West Lake.
Fisherman's Wharf Liquor, the mermaid statue in front of the door is still beautiful, the wine girl wearing a sailor T-shirt and short skirt is still hot, her voice is still loud and noisy, and the smell is still mixed
But here, Yu Ziqing seemed to suddenly find a feeling of catharsis and relief.
Yu Ziqing randomly found a dark, uninhabited corner and casually ordered a dozen beers. Zaimei thought she had heard wrong and asked again.
Smoking cigarettes and drinking wine, his eyes scanned aimlessly at the men and women on the stage who were twisting their waists crazily and hugging each other in the dark.
For some reason, Yu Ziqing suddenly wanted to find someone, not to talk to someone, but to find someone to sit quietly next to him and drink with him quietly.
Maybe he didn’t want Zhu Lizhen and He Muliu to worry, or maybe he didn’t want them to know that he had such deep feelings for another woman. Anyway, inexplicably, when he wanted to find someone to accompany him quietly, Yu Ziqing first
It occurred to me that it was not Zhu Lizhen or He Muliu, but Cheng Qiuman.
Cheng Qiuman was dragging his suitcase at the train station, waiting to check in to get on the train to Beijing. Since he was studying for a postdoctoral degree with Professor Wang Bingkun, Cheng Qiuman has not had time to go to Beijing University of Geosciences to communicate and study with Professor Wang due to work.
Recently, I finally got some free time from work, so I made time to prepare to go to school for a while.
Seeing that it was Cheng Qiuman's turn, the phone rang at this moment.
When she saw that the call was from Yu Ziqing, Cheng Qiuman's heart skipped a beat for no reason and she hurriedly answered the call.
"Are you free? How about having a drink with me? Why are you so noisy over there? Oh, by the way, I forgot that you are going to Beijing tonight, forget it." Yu Ziqing's deep and lonely voice came from the phone
, then hung up
Since getting to know Yu Ziqing, Cheng Qiuman's impression of Yu Ziqing has always been that he is knowledgeable, gentle and steady. Especially after his trip to Qinghai, Yu Ziqing has become more steady and capable in Cheng Qiuman's heart. Sometimes, Cheng Qiuman
You can't help but have the illusion that as long as you leave the matter to Yu Ziqing, nothing is impossible. It can be said that Yu Ziqing looks gentle and young on the surface, but deep down in Cheng Qiuman's heart, he has already completed him as an incompetent person.
A real man who was overwhelmed by any storm in life, but she turned into a weak woman who needed to rely on in front of him
But for such a man, he suddenly called her today and asked her to drink with him. This was definitely not like his usual style.
Cheng Qiuman suddenly felt an inexplicable distress in his heart, and wanted to return to him immediately at all costs.
Cheng Qiuman hurriedly pulled his suitcase and left the ticket inspection queue, while dialing Yu Ziqing's phone number
"Where are you? I'll rush over now." After the call was picked up, Cheng Qiuman asked anxiously and concernedly.
Yu Ziqing, who was in a depressed mood, heard Cheng Qiuman's anxious and concerned voice, and a warm current flowed through his heart. He hesitated and said: "The wine I drank with you last time, oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that I promised you last time."
You don't come here to drink." Seeing Yu Ziqing say this, Cheng Qiuman felt distressed and said hurriedly: "Then don't go away where you are, I'll rush over right away."
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Yu Ziqing poured beer into his mouth and replied.
Cheng Qiuman hung up the phone and immediately rushed out of the train station dragging her suitcase. It was not at all like her usual steady style. People in the train station looked at her sideways, not understanding how such a fair-skinned and beautiful woman walked.
Why are you so angry?
The taxi sped along and soon stopped at Fisherman's Wharf.
After getting out of the car, Cheng Qiuman rushed into the wine again dragging his suitcase, which attracted many people's attention. These days, there are many people coming to drink, but it is rare to see a beautiful young lady dragging a suitcase in such a hurry.
Intruder
Cheng Qiuman, who is usually steady and dignified and pays great attention to his words and deeds, seemed to be a different person at this time. He didn't pay attention to other people's eyes. As soon as he walked into the wine, his beautiful eyes looked around.
Perhaps due to psychological induction, Cheng Qiuman glanced around and immediately saw Yu Ziqing sitting in the corner drinking alone. There were already six or seven empty bottles on the table. Cheng Qiuman couldn't help but feel his heart tightening, and hurriedly dragged his suitcase.
Walk towards Yu Ziqing
"Sit down, what do you want to drink, beer or red wine?" Yu Ziqing raised his head and glanced at Cheng Qiuman, who was dragging his suitcase. He pointed to the seat opposite and said calmly.
Cheng Qiuman hesitated, took a bottle of beer and said, "Same as you."
After saying that, she raised it up and touched it with Yu Ziqing, and then took a few sips. Because she drank a little too hard, a little golden beer slid from the corner of her mouth down her fair and slender neck to the slightly exposed snow-white breasts at her collar.
The ditch looks particularly attractive under the light
Yu Ziqing's somewhat depressed and stubborn eyes lit up slightly, then a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips, he raised the bottle of wine and drank hard.
It seems that he is not a good man. No wonder Qian Mengqi chose to leave.
"Lost in love?" Cheng Qiuman put down the bottle and asked
Yu Ziqing paused while holding the bottle and glanced at Cheng Qiuman. Sometimes he had to admire women. Their sixth sense was always so strong. Even Cheng Qiuman, who had always focused on scientific research, was no exception.
"You're right," Yu Ziqing drank a bottle of beer in one breath, then put down the bottle, feeling bitter and authentic.
