Hong Weijie felt as if his heart was tightly strangled by someone, his voice was terrifyingly quiet, and he said: "You are drunk"
"I'm not drunk!" Chu Zhiyan rolled her eyes, stared at Hong Weijie and said, "You know what? He should be that kind of professional beggar. One arm was cut off from the elbow, like a deformed mountain bag. He When they found out that I was evading fares, they used that deformed arm to prop me up and push me into the smelly toilet"
"Stop talking." A vein in Hong Weijie's temple throbbed as he spoke.
But Chu Zhiyan was unwilling to stop, her eyes were fixed, and she quickly revealed the secret she had hidden for many years, which she had been self-hypnotic and longing to forget.
"His face is always in my mind, and it will pop out from time to time! That face is so big that it can fill up a person's brain! No matter how I shake it, I can't get rid of it! It's so strange, I'm obviously closed My eyes, why do I remember that face?! His hands kept digging into my clothes, he pinched me, it hurt so much, those hands were like soldering irons"
"Stop talking!" Hong Weijie finally roared out.
"You also think I'm disgusting, right?!" Chu Zhiyan also yelled at him, she reached out and swept all the things on the table to the ground, and staggered back to the sofa.
Chu Zhiyan finally cried, her shrill voice penetrated the noisy pop dance music, high-pitched and loud. The perfect porcelain that seemed to be shattered all over the place in an instant made people have to sigh.
Hong Weijie's chest rose and fell, he was angry and distressed, he wanted to hug her, but his body resisted the thought.
Chu Zhiyan broke down in tears, she said:
"I think I understand why she doesn't recognize me. Maybe I shouldn't have come to this world. Maybe there is a disgusting feeling in her mind that can't be shaken off, and it's me!"
"But, why me? Why am I so persistent and so stupid?"
"I didn't do anything wrong. I'm just an ordinary girl. Why do I make mistakes again and again"
Her voice suddenly weakened, she curled her legs, tightly circled herself, made a voice like a prayer, and murmured:
"He is the best person in the world! I am not worthy of him! I am such a disgusting person, why should I live? I should die"
The more Chu Zhiyan whispered, the more Hong Weijie couldn't understand. He just felt that Chu Zhiyan had experienced a lot of pain, and for the first time he knew that there was so much unwillingness and humiliation under her usually calm appearance.
He sat beside Chu Zhiyan and gave her a firm embrace. Hong Weijie said: "It's all over, it's all right, it's all right"
Chu Zhiyan was exhausted from crying, and fell into a drowsy sleep. Hong Weijie thought that when she woke up, she would definitely "lose her memory"¡ªwhether it was fake or real.
But unexpectedly, Chu Zhiyan, who had returned to normal, expressed her gratitude to him. She said: "It will really be a lot easier to say everything."
"You really don't get drunk after a thousand cups."
"I don't know, maybe I'm drunk in a different way, maybe I'm really sober when I'm drunk."
"Then can I listen to your story in its entirety?" Hong Weijie smiled mischievously.
"No, you should be right to hear that it's a mess. I'm already in a mess."
"But I'm still different, right?" Hong Weijie looked at Chu Zhiyan's back and asked loudly.
"What?"
"I am different, I am the only person in this world who enjoys your secret." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com