Chapter 87 When love is a thing of the past (Thanks to the leader Itami Shisan)
As soon as he walked out of the store, Ning Chunyan felt a wave of heat hit his face. This season may be missing a heavy rain to wash away all the sultry heat.
People were coming and going on the street. Lin Feng was in a daze, holding a bouquet of roses in his hand. He suddenly felt that he was so inappropriate: "This is a big deal. I bought a bouquet of flowers for no reason. Go back." How do you explain it to your wife? ”
Ning Chunyan blinked: “What’s so hard to explain? It’s romantic, the prince is more romantic, one flower every day.”
"Isn't that the time to fall in love? I was tired of it when I was in love with my wife. How many years has it been now? Now I buy her a bouquet of flowers. It doesn't mean that I wasted money, or it makes me wonder if I have done something bad..."
After hearing this, Ning Chunyan took a breath: "After getting married, life is so suffocating. "?"
Lin Feng made a wistful expression: "No. Most of the time, it is still very beautiful. It feels really different to have someone by your side. It's like having both armor and a weakness..."
Ning Chunyan couldn't imagine what it felt like. She still felt terrible.
“I didn’t expect that a guy like Wang Zixu, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually be so romantic. He would buy a flower every day. Hiss, it made me feel sick... But that woman also had some problems. How could she keep collecting roses for more than a year? Does she just like flowers or do she want to see her sincerity? It depends. There’s no need to wait for more than a year to show sincerity, right? It’s not a shame. Wang Zixu’s small salary is not enough for her, so it’s okay to split it up.” Ning Chunyan’s old-fashioned manner didn’t sound like a young and beautiful girl in her twenties, but rather like a picky mother-in-law, fighting for Wang Zixu’s injustice.
Lin Feng suddenly slapped his head: "I remembered what the landlady said just now, I know Zhang Qian from the Propaganda Department!"
Ning Chunyan turned to look at him: "Really? What kind of person is she?"
Lin Feng said: "I met Zhang Qian once because of some inspection before. She is particularly famous for one thing. When the boss lady said that just now, I connected, but I am wondering whether to follow you or not. Talk about..."
Ning Chunyan was anxious: "Pedant, you have already found out Wang Zixu's ex-girlfriend, what else can't be said?"
Lin Feng thought for a while and kept saying "fuck" in his heart. If Ning Chunyan was not here, he would have said it out loud. But Ning Chunyan was here, and he couldn't be violent, so he could only suppress it.
After sorting out his emotions, he whispered:
"About seven or eight years ago, someone put up a flower array in the square with 999 red roses to confess his love to Zhang Qian. After that, Zhang Qian started talking to people. At that time, this paragraph was still a good story in our Xihe. I thought this person was quite romantic, but I just heard the boss lady say it again, bang, it's connected."
As soon as Lin Feng clapped his hands, Ning Chunyan also opened his eyes wide with fear on his face.
"In other words, that person was trying to steal love? Zhang Qian's boyfriend at the time was Wang Zixu?!"
Lin Feng pursed his lips and whispered, "Do you know what is more terrifying? I was wondering, does that person know about Brother Zixu's one rose a day? That's why he deliberately sent 999 roses as a demonstration."
"Killing is a crime?"
The two of them stood firm at the same time.
This story is so classic that it’s a bit cliche. It feels like an inattentive screenwriter plucked a passage from an old movie and anchored it in reality. The absurdity also reveals a hint of arrogance. If this fucking plot reaches theaters, someone will definitely want a refund.
But as Wang Zixu’s newly reunited confidants, the two completely entered Wang Zixu’s perspective. They can't imagine the romance of 999 roses. What they think of is the steady flow of one rose every day, which will eventually be defeated by the power of local tyrants.
Based on the final ending of the story, Zhang Qian and the rich man finally got married, while Wang Zixu was buried in the rolling dust of the world.
"Say," Lin Feng said, sighing, "Isn't this just to completely crush people's self-esteem?"
"It's too bullying." Ning Chunyan said.
Lin Feng raised his head suddenly. He heard a hint of crying in her voice, and when he saw it, he found tears in her eyes.
Lin Feng was a little surprised. I thought to myself that I am indeed a person engaged in new literature and art. I am emotionally sensitive and can empathize so easily.
He comforted: "A woman like Zhang Qian is not suitable for brother Wang Zixu. If he really marries Zhang Qian, it will be a kind of torture for him."
Ning Chunyan was not comforted, and instead the tears in her eyes accumulated more and more, and she said in a heavy nasal voice: "The key is very unbalanced? Why, that man is so rich, why should I ask him to pay back the money. Why should that woman? Why is she so thick-skinned?"
Lin Feng reminded her to keep her voice low, so as not to offend someone who was overheard. Besides, if she really paid back the money, wouldn't it hurt people's self-esteem even more?
Lin Feng said: "To take a step back, everything is over. Brother Zixu is now married, and he is living well. No one has been knocked down by life, right?"
Ning Chunyan calmed down for a while, raised his face and said, "What about his wife? Where is his wife? Didn't the flower shop owner say she doesn't have it? Are you sure you remember correctly?"
"Uh..."
At this point, Lin Feng felt a pain in his back again, as if he had been stabbed in the back. He was sure that his memory was correct, and he suspected that Wang Zixu had deceived him. But what reason did he have to lie to himself?
Ning Chunyan said: "You might as well call him and ask."
Lin Feng felt at first that it was not good to disturb Wang Zixu because of this matter. Ning Chunyan reminded him a few words on what to say, and Lin Feng made the call with peace of mind.
The call was quickly connected, and Lin Feng pressed speakerphone.
“Hey, Brother Wang, haha, I haven’t seen you for a long time after drinking last time...”
"Yes, we haven't seen each other for a few days. Speaking of which, we agreed last time to wish you good luck and good fortune. People can't help but worry about money and power."
Wang Zixu's voice sounded very gentle and firm, the same as his usual voice but different. The difference was that it seemed to be more firm than usual.
Ning Chunyan was gesticulating silently from the side, and Lin Feng calmly said to his mobile phone:
"I was walking outside today, and suddenly I saw your old man. I was thinking of going to the flower shop where my mother-in-law works to say hello..."
When the other party heard this, she said before he finished speaking: "Did you go to the flower shop on the corner of the square? "
Lin Feng glanced sideways at Ning Chunyan, nodded and said, "Yes."
"Oh, it's a bad time for you to go. My wife has been resting at home these days and did not go to work."
Lin Feng frowned: "But, the boss lady said, they didn't invite them A female employee?"
The other end of the phone smiled softly: "I understand, did you mention my name first and then asked about my wife?"
Lin Feng and Ning Chunyan looked at each other: "So... right."
"She was joking with you. I know her very well, and she is a person who likes to joke. In addition, there were a lot of people pursuing my wife in the past, and they would come to inquire about her every three days, so she always said that there was no such person, and then it became a habit."
After hearing this, Lin Feng and Ning Chunyan were completely confused. They intuitively feel that something is wrong, but they can't say exactly what is wrong.
The prince smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, ask her again, she will tell you another story."
Ning Chunyan wanted to mention Zhang Qian's affairs several times, but she suppressed the impulse. After thinking about it for a moment, she knew that Zhang Qian's incident must be a scar in Wang Zixu's heart that could not be opened. If she mentioned it rashly, it would be equivalent to tearing open the scar with force, and pus and blood would flow out endlessly.
No matter how curious she was, she should not bring up the past in front of him.
Lin Feng’s tone was a bit stiff: “Well, then, let me tell you something.”
“Well, you tell me.”
"The essay competition we held recently is about to be deadlined. You still have to pay attention to it and polish your work. In this competition, not only my teacher will serve as a judge, but also senior leaders will attend the award ceremony. You know... you still have to pay attention."
"Okay. I actually have an inspiration, and I can write it in a few days." Wang Zixu replied decisively.
After hanging up the phone, Ning Chunyan and Lin Feng parted at the corner of the square with confusion.
They were too embarrassed to really ask the boss lady. There are many things in this world that have no results. Same goes for this. Since Wang Zixu said it so categorically and logically, would it be rude of them to pursue this matter further?
Maybe he just doesn’t want them to see his wife’s true face?
Ning Chunyan held a handful of gypsophila in her arms and stared blankly ahead with her eyes. The sun was like a furnace, baking the ground pale, and the heat rose amid the chirping of birds. She felt that she must look dull now, a bit like the 13-year-old Natalie Portman in "The Killer Is Not So Cool".
Walking to the shade of a tree, she put down the gypsophila in her arms, opened the screen of her mobile phone, looked at the distant skyline, thought about it seriously, and then edited on her mobile phone:
【I was walking on the street today and suddenly felt so lonely. I heard someone say that loving someone is like having armor and a weakness at the same time. I can't understand this feeling. Maybe I've never loved someone with all my heart. 】
【I searched my guts, and the closest emotion I could think of was writing a name on the rain-wet glass, using a pillow to experiment with a shape that could dream of someone, and walking alone on the street, obviously unrelated, but suddenly remembered that person's name, and then I felt very happy. It's because I'm obviously listening to other people's stories, but I'm always thinking about that person. 】
【I told myself, don’t think about it anymore. But it is like a flood, the more restrained it is, the more turbulent it becomes. I had no choice but to obey the call of my heart and come directly to that guy to ask for an explanation - do you think this kind of emptiness, as if a piece of the heart has been cut out, is love? Mr. Little Prince? 】
(End of this chapter)