Chapter 68 Chapter 68 Memory
The sudden phone call pulled people into a vortex like a black hole. Li Jinglang once suspected that the short call of no more than a minute was a nightmare. It disappeared quickly before he could react. No matter how many times he called afterwards, no one answered.
Unable to figure out what she meant, Li Jinglang could never guess what she was thinking. He had clearly made up his mind before coming here not to have any contact with her easily, but after a stone was thrown into the calm water, it could no longer be calm.
He wanted to contact her.
I miss you very much.
I started thinking about her when I was on the crowded subway this morning, but I was afraid that she was in some man's arms at that moment. I had never felt such a strong emotion before, like a person's last breath, an emotion that could not be eliminated.
After get off work on Monday night, Li Jinglang picked up a rice ball at a convenience store as usual, refused to heat it up, opened the package and put a bite in his mouth. It was cold and tasted average.
After finishing a rice ball in just two or three bites, Li Jinglang took out his cell phone to check the time, then turned around and went to the convenience store shelf to pick out a bottle of water.
The colorful packaging was dazzling, and the overabundance of colors made him feel uncomfortable. He picked up a bottle of water and prepared to pay, but the freezer door was opened again before it was closed.
Li Jinglang seldom drinks. He cannot understand the behavior of seeking pleasure from being slightly drunk, and he does not want to be caught in a situation where he is out of control. Especially when he thinks of Tang Ningyue getting drunk and falling into a man's arms, he hates alcohol especially.
But that day he really wanted to drink, to numb himself, to withdraw from his emotions, and to fall asleep.
When he got home on the last bus, the empty and dark house didn't feel like home at all. After taking off his shoes, Li Jinglang didn't even have the strength to change into slippers. He walked barefoot on the floor and finally fell dejectedly against the wall. The bottle of wine in the bag slowly rolled to his feet, and the liquid inside formed a vortex, which made people drunk just by looking at it.
Li Jinglang didn't take any medicine that day and drank a lot of wine, but he slept quite well. This sinful way allowed him to escape from the world for a short time, and he felt surprisingly good.
He felt a bit addicted to it, going to the same store for several days in a row, and the alcohol content on the bottles became higher and higher.
When he was discovered by Zheng Ruian, Li Jinglang did not look panicked at all. Instead, he took another bottle and asked.
"Or?"
“.....”
"I'm a patient!"
Zheng Ruian was really a little scared by him.
"Feel sorry."
There was no apology on Li Jinglang's face. He put the bottle back on the shelf and walked around him to leave.
"etc!"
Zheng Ruian held him back.
"Do you want to see her?"
“…”
Li Jinglang didn't know what Zheng Ruian was up to. After all, he never participated in any of their gatherings.
He doesn't want to participate in the world of drinking and reveling in pleasures, he doesn't like it and he's not used to it.
If possible, he really wanted to go to some uninhabited mountainous area, farm and fish, and live a life isolated from the world.
He has few friends and is not good at making friends. His biggest activity every day is fantasizing before going to bed, weaving some illusory dreams for himself.
For example, he and Tang Ningyue could stay in a world where only the two of them were there. For another example, he hoped that the world would collapse and that he would be her only support.
He always seemed to be very bad and made up some very extreme stories, as if only under extreme circumstances would she love him and belong to him alone.
Li Jinglang didn't know if she was too greedy, so greedy that she would always be the first to give up on him, but she never completely abandoned him, giving him hope and making him despair.
Before being brought to the bar by Zheng Ruian, Li Jinglang refused many times and was constantly struggling inside.
He even defended himself by saying that he was not an alcoholic, which made Zheng Ruian laugh out loud.
"Sister Ningyue and the others often get together there. Tomorrow is the weekend, so there's a good chance I'll run into her tonight."
“.....”
Li Jinglang tightened his hands in his pockets several times, but finally loosened them and let them hang limply at the edge of his pants.
He didn't want to rush into her life again rashly, he didn't have the courage.
But after Tang Ningyue's phone call, the fire in his heart could no longer be extinguished, even though he knew that she just wanted to confirm that he was still alive.
"Aren't you Zhou Yuhe's friend?"
Li Jinglang didn't believe him, or rather, he had never really believed in anyone.
"I am a friend of justice!"
“.....”
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This was probably the first time that Li Jinglang had peeked into Tang Ningyue's colorful life since he became an adult.
The noisy crowd, the chaotic sounds, the tilted wine glass, and... the man whispering to her.
"They all ask for someone to play with them, that's normal."
Zheng Ruian leaned against the wall with his arms folded, looking at Li Jinglang, who was standing at the door with an embarrassed look on his face, and moved his lips up and down, trying to comfort him.
Through a small round window, Li Jinglang stared at the young men around Tang Ningyue. The boys were young, with good looks and trendy clothes. It was unknown what they said in Tang Ningyue's ear, which made her laugh.
Tang Ningyue was right. Other men outside would make her happy, but he wouldn't. He could do nothing but make her angry. Even if he tried hard to serve her in bed, even if he did shameful things that embarrassed himself, he couldn't make her happy.
"I just love to hear sweet talk..."
Li Jinglang felt a headache, not sure if it was because of the deafening noise, but he could hardly accept this environment.
Zheng Ruian was a social king and was familiar with most of the people there. After just a few words, he took him to sit not far from Tang Ningyue. He could even see the fire on her ring, but he couldn't get close to her.
Tang Ningyue sat in the center of the crowd, surrounded by several people. Zheng Ruian had tried his best to let Li Jinglang get closer.
Li Jinglang didn't know how Zheng Ruian introduced him to the people around him. He didn't hear a word he said. His attention was all on Tang Ningyue. It was not until someone handed him a glass of wine that Li Jinglang realized how he was treated.
"Drink..." Zheng Ruian was quite open-minded. "You can't sit next to her without this status."
“.......”
Zheng Ruian was right, the people here wouldn't listen to him talking about his misery.
I don't know how many kinds of wine were mixed together, but the turbid color was too eye-catching, and it was sour and unbearable when it went down my throat. Apart from making people around me applaud with a bit of mockery, I got nothing.
After a few drinks, Tang Ningyue didn't even glance at him, as if she didn't even notice him coming.
Tang Ningyue was the host of this event, and apart from her, it seemed that no one would deliberately make things difficult for him. After all, everyone around them was just having an ordinary gathering and they were all very friendly to the men around them. No one else received the same treatment as him.
After drinking an unknown number of glasses of wine, Li Jinglang felt dizzy and could hardly stand when he rushed to the bathroom.
Only when he vomited out the cold rice ball from the night before did he feel a little more sober.
He staggered to his feet with the help of the handrail and walked to the sink outside. Only then did he see that his face was flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked in extremely bad condition. He washed his face and had never thought he could be so embarrassed.
He leaned on the sink and took a few deep breaths. Before he could raise his head, someone on his right suddenly handed him a bottle of soda water - the kind that Tang Ningyue liked to drink.
“…”
Li Jinglang's body stiffened. He looked up at her, then quickly lowered his head and turned his head away. He didn't even dare to take the bottle of water.
"Don't look at me..." The culprit was standing next to him, and his first reaction was to worry that he looked too embarrassed and that she would dislike him.
He knew she only liked him for his handsome appearance.
"Li Jinglang."
He finally heard her calling his name again, but the throbbing in his heart was ruthlessly extinguished by her before it lasted for a few seconds.
"Does it hurt?"
Her tone was so stiff that he couldn't even tell whether she cared about him or was mocking him.
"Are you comfortable?"
There was no hint of reunion or any other intimacy with him, only alienation and sarcasm.
“…”
"If you feel uncomfortable, remember this and don't come to me casually."
She could actually be even more ruthless than this.
“.....”
If the sound had any intensity, the mirror in front of him would have been shattered, the sink next to him would have been shattered, and his heart would have been turned into ruins as well.
"If you want to contact me, contact me. If you want to be nice to me, just wave. If you don't want to pay attention to me, I won't let you find me."
Li Jinglang was so angry that he couldn't even breathe.
"Tang Ningyue, why?"
Most of Li Jinglang's shirt was wet. He was breathing rapidly, and his porcelain-white face was flushed with excitement. The water droplets on his chin were still rolling and kept seeping into the deep of his clothes.
Tang Ningyue hadn't seen him for a long time. Seeing his face again made her feel lustful. He was indeed handsome and attractive enough, but now was not the time for her to provoke him again.
“…”
The two people confronted each other for a few minutes, and Tang Ningyue suddenly smiled.
There was mockery and contempt in that smile. She didn't explain anything, and there was no need to explain.
Tang Ningyue walked a few steps towards the door with her back to him in high heels, finally stopped at the corner and tilted her head slightly.
"I'll spare you this time."
"There won't be a next time."
"Do you understand?"
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The author has something to say: The poor puppy is going to cry again when he gets home.
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