58. "Going Home"
Wenhua slept in the guest room for two consecutive days and started working overtime on the third day. During the second overtime, Lin Zhengze went to find her. From a distance, he saw Wenhua sitting by the window of McDonald's on the first floor, holding a cup of coffee and reading a book. She read for more than an hour.
[I'm on a business trip and my schedule is uncertain], Lin Zhengze sent her a WeChat message at six in the morning.
Wen Hua replied with the standard advice of taking care of your health, eating well and sleeping well.
She took a day off and went back home, wandering in and out of the house all day long. She almost pulled her hair out but couldn't figure out what was going on with her!
No, she knew why she was crazy. She had been crazy like this for so many years. Lin Zhengze's curiosity about her was labeled as care, understanding, and love. This step-by-step pressure made her crazy. Who said that love is simple and has no reason? Kissing and hugging are not enough. After letting you penetrate the deepest part of your body, your soul must be taken out to be exposed.
Now he was gone, leaving such a large space to herself. The whole house was filled with his scent. She stood in his breath and accepted his considerate compromise.
There was no sudden business trip, she knew, but what to do? If I don't push you away, I might hate you. Wen Hua thought she had never loved someone so much in her life, to this extent. She was a person with nothing and was indifferent to others. She couldn't give Lin Zhengze anything better than love, but it was not enough for him, he wanted more!
Where are there more?
"Let's go for a drink?" Zheng Le came over and called her after get off work.
"Let's go," Wenhua packed her bag and went out with him.
"Put away your excited little eyes. I won't take you to any transvestite bar or gay bar or something like that," Zheng Le glanced at her and pressed the elevator button.
"Just a quick question, what is your orientation?" Wen Hua asked curiously.
"If I like her, gender doesn't matter." Zheng Le started the car and took her away in a cool manner.
The car stopped in front of a small barbecue restaurant, a rather old one, and Jiang Xiaobai was quite pretentious.
"You have a pair of eyes that want to do bad things," Zheng Le said.
“I haven’t even started drinking yet and I’m already distracted.”
"But you can't be a completely bad guy, you have too many concerns," Zheng Le said again.
"Are you a bad guy? Take me with you," Wen Hua said in a sincere tone.
"I'm not a bad guy. I don't do murder or arson. At most, I'm just a vagrant who breaks the hearts of some young boys and girls."
"I also want to hurt the hearts of young boys...handsome boys." This is not right. If you say it, you will feel like slapping yourself when you smell the flowers. How else can you hurt others?
"Look, this is the expression. Are you very inferior? You feel that anyone who is nice to you is a pressure and you are not worthy of it," Zheng Le smiled maliciously.
Wen Hua squinted her eyes and looked at him, but her tone was serious, "I have been wandering between overconfidence and extreme inferiority for many years, with no buffer in between."
Zheng Le didn't say anything, just kept laughing, and his smile was saying, "You're an idiot."
Wen Hua also laughed, laughing at himself for being an idiot.
"Do you know why I put on makeup like this? Last year, a friend dragged me to a cosplay event to save the day. Afterwards, I thought I looked pretty good in this costume. Later, I participated a few times occasionally. In April this year, I posted a circle of friends, and my father called and scolded me, saying that I was embarrassing my ancestors. Since then, I have been dressing like this every day. I don’t like it much, but I am still happy that I can piss off my ancestors," said Zheng Le.
"It's true that our ancestors have accumulated a lot of virtue," Wenhua clasped his fists and bowed in admiration.
“Life is about trying. How can you know who you are if you don’t try?”
After the show, Wen Hua took a taxi back. After getting in the car and telling the address, the car changed the route. When she got off the car, the windows on the third floor were still lit. Wen Hua took out her cell phone and stood beside his car to make a call.
"Go home."
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As I was writing, I really wanted to squat in the corner and slap myself...
I write in the hope that people will read it, but I hope this book will be a novel and interesting experience for everyone, rather than a source of empathy. Every comment in the comment section about unrequited love makes me sad. I can't say that everyone will encounter something like Lin Zhengze, so I made up one in the book. If you can't find perfect love, then I hope that each of you can accept your own happiness.
Baofeng appreciates all the support and encouragement, thank you.
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