Almost the moment the phone rang, I hurriedly answered it. Then I tiptoed to the balcony of the dormitory, took a deep breath, and tried to calm my excited and nervous mood. I said into the receiver with a choked voice, "Do you know how many times I've called you in the past two months? Why didn't you answer any of them?"
Ye Yao on the other end of the phone was unusually calm. After a moment of silence, she asked in a calm tone, "And then?"
When I heard this, I hurriedly said anxiously, "Can we make peace and stop making trouble?"
Ye Yao sighed softly, a hint of determination in her voice, and slowly said: "I have been thinking a lot recently. This time I mustered up the courage to call you. There is only one thing I need to confirm."
Hearing this, my heart felt like it was being grabbed by an invisible hand. I felt extremely uncomfortable and my eyes were red. I asked in a trembling voice, "What's the matter?"
Ye Yao was silent for a moment, then said with a hint of nasal voice, "After you sang that song that year, I confessed my love to you. Sing it again and I'll see if I can still recapture that feeling."
"I'll wait for you for four years until you graduate from college, which is when you'll be of legal marriage age."
"Are you singing?"
"Um."
But when I touched my side, I remembered that I didn't bring my guitar. I couldn't care less at that moment and started singing the familiar melody: "The first time I said I loved you..." After singing just a few lines, I choked up, as if my throat was blocked by something, and tears flowed uncontrollably. The song was sung intermittently and brokenly.
Ye Yao on the other end of the phone also sobbed softly, and the crying sounded particularly heartbreaking in the receiver.
"That...that was the first...time I knew...that."
Ye Yao seemed to have made a great decision, and with a resolute "click", she hung up the phone.
I stood on the balcony blankly with my cell phone in hand, listening to the "beep" coming from the receiver, tears still flowing. The wind blew, my face felt cool, but my heart was even colder, as if the thread between us was completely broken, leaving only endless regret and pain spreading in the night.
I stood there in a daze, as if I had lost my soul. My heart was empty and I felt so uncomfortable that I could hardly breathe.
I knew Xia Jie wasn't asleep and could feel his gaze on me, but I didn't have the heart to pay attention to him. I also didn't want others to see me in such a miserable state, so I walked out of the dormitory and wandered around the campus at night like a directionless ghost.
After a while, I stopped and my fingers subconsciously tapped Ye Yao's avatar on the phone screen. A voice in my heart was struggling, wanting to dial the number again, wanting to try again, but in the end I still didn't have the courage to click the replay button. I just mechanically repeated the action of clicking and returning, clicking and returning, as if this could ease the pain that was surging in my heart like a tide.
I walked slowly, half-heartedly, not knowing how long I had walked before I arrived at a street outside the campus. The dim streetlights cast a dim light, and there were few people around.
At this time, I saw a bar on the street. There was soft lighting inside and it looked very quiet, without the hustle and bustle of an ordinary bar.
I seemed to be attracted by something, and walked in as if possessed, hoping that this small space could allow me to temporarily escape the pain in my heart, even if only for a moment.
I walked to the bar in a daze, not caring about my already limited living expenses. I ordered 24 bottles of beer and a dozen barbecues. The total cost was 500 yuan, which was my living expenses for half a month. But at this moment, my heart and eyes were filled with the unrelieved pain, so I couldn't care about these things.
After paying the bill, I walked silently to a seat in the corner and sat down. Everything around me seemed to be separated from me by a layer of fog, and I didn’t want to pay attention to anything.
After a while, the waiters brought up wine and barbecue one after another. I sat facing the corner, drinking bottle after bottle of wine. Tears kept flowing out and my body was shaking slightly because of sobbing. But I bit my lips hard and didn't let myself cry out. After all, I was afraid of being embarrassed in public and afraid that others would see me looking so embarrassed and vulnerable.
Just when I was immersed in my own sadness, a woman slowly walked over.
She walked very lightly, as if she was afraid of disturbing anything. She sat down across from me and her eyes fell on me. There was a hint of sympathy in her eyes. She looked at me and asked softly, "Do you mind if I drink some of your wine?"
Under the dim and yellow light, I noticed that her eyes were also red, obviously she had just cried. She looked somewhat similar to me now.
I was so immersed in my own emotions that I had no intention of responding to her. I just stared at her blankly.
Seeing that I didn't say anything and didn't care, she reached out and opened a bottle of wine.
"I feel like you are just like me, a love-struck dog, indulging yourself for a night and then..."
I didn't hear what she said afterwards. She tilted her head back and took a sip of wine. The bitter liquid flowed down her throat. She frowned slightly, as if the wine also contained her sorrow.
Just like that, we didn't say anything more and just drank one glass after another in silence, clinking glasses occasionally, but no one wanted to chat, as if we were immersed in our own sad world, just using the wine to vent the unspeakable emotions in our hearts.
Unexpectedly, she didn't seem to be able to drink much, and in a short while, she was drunk.
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