Editor’s note: How many loves in the world can be revived, die for love, and how much can stand for love? Xiaoya, a beautiful girl, lost her love for the one she loved most in self-blame, a tragedy in the world. The writing is exquisite, the story is creative and coincident, the connection is clever and hard!
Seeing that familiar face, Zang Feng only felt like a knife cut in his heart. The red carpet and gorgeous fireworks were like a steel knife inserted directly into Zang Feng’s heart, gurgling. The continuous flow of blood. Zang Feng’s eyes stared at that beautiful and delicate face, unable to hold anything else.
The sound of firecrackers and drums from the band intertwined into a grand wedding march. A joyous atmosphere infected everyone present, except Zang Feng, whose heart was ashamed.
“Xiaoya, are you really my Xiaoya?”
Zang Feng murmured, watching the shy beautiful bride. This is the wedding of a friend in Zangfeng’s business field. Just the day before yesterday, they negotiated a lot of business together. In order to enhance future cooperation, Zang Feng specially ran from far away in Gong’an County, Hubei Province to this hotel in Beijing to attend the wedding, but unexpectedly saw Xiaoya again at the wedding.
Xiaoya looks more watery and beautiful, gentle and reserved in front of the bridegroom, but in front of friends and relatives, she appears generous. Hearing every speech of the host, Zang Feng felt that he had severely scratched his heart. The groom’s face was red, his plump body shook, and the white shirt inside turned over. The black suit and tuxedo were difficult to fasten because of the thick neck, but the whole person was full of energy. The music rises slowly, and the host uses a low and affectionate tone to tell about the love that is thousands of miles away. The groom awkwardly stands on tiptoe and slowly kisses the bride’s charming lips, happiness spreads instantly; brilliant fireworks The whole room was opened, the table full of rich dishes wafted with bursts of fragrance, and the old man above the table smiled slightly, took a sip of the fragrant tea on the table, and slowly put it down…< br>c1();
Zang Feng can’t remember how those people are making brides, and how many tables are there? Walking out of the hotel step by step like a dead body, it was already dark early in the morning, and the heavy rain kept falling, just like Zang Feng’s mood at this time.
Zang Feng walked on the deep and narrow stone steps like a lost soul. In the terribly quiet night, he made the sound of footsteps, like a ghost traveling through the night. .
Picking up the phone tremblingly, Zang Feng pressed his finger on the number that he had missed countless times.
Violent vibrations and hot music suddenly sounded. Xiaoya turned on the lamp and looked at the clock on the wall.
“Damn it, it’s still rioting after daybreak.”
I looked at the man who slept like a dead pig. Lazily turned to turn on the phone.
“Ya, I’ll be waiting for you at XX Cafe at nine o’clock in the morning.”
The hoarse voice rang in Xiaoya’s ears.
Toot…Toot…Toot…
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Xiaoya heard a busy tone on the phone, and she fiercely The ground straightened up.
A familiar face appeared in Xiaoya’s mind. Xiaoya hurriedly got up and rushed to the toilet to wet her cheeks with cold water so that she could fully wake up. I drank too much yesterday. A lot of wine, now I still feel dizzy. He looked up and saw the wine red on his face in the mirror that hadn’t faded, turned around in a panic, picked up the coat scattered on the ground and put it on his body, and ran out of the door with random tidying up.
When Xiaoya ran to the front of the cafe, she didn’t have the courage to open the door. I have always felt that the door of the cafe is so pleasant and cheerful, I opened the door with difficulty and walked in step by step.
My heart is beating nonstop.
Xiaoya never expected to find him at a glance, although his messy hair covered most of his face, and her red and swollen eyes looked out the window in confusion, as if It was ten years old at once, but Xiaoya recognized it at a glance.
Xiaoya felt sad for a while.
“Feng…”
With only one word, Xiaoya doesn’t know how to speak.
Zang Feng slowly turned his face to Xiaoya, staring at Xiaoya with a firm gaze that made Xiaoya feel uncomfortable. Holding the coffee close to Xiaoya, Zang Feng closed his eyes intoxicated.
“Ya, you know what, every day I dream of having a cup of coffee with you like this.”
Zang Feng raised his neck , Drank the whole cup of coffee. His face turned pale and red again, and a fierce cough broke the morning peace of the cafe, and several people who had come early looked over in surprise.
“It turns out that coffee is bitter.”
Zang Feng suffocated his breath without choking, but his tears were swollen and red Eyes.