She threw me away, walked to the sofa and sat down, grabbed the wine glass and took a sip of spirits. I stood at the door like a child who made a mistake, bewildered.
"If Xiaopeng hadn't asked me to visit you in Nie Feng's box just now, you still don't know if you can stand in front of me like this."
I looked up and unexpectedly saw Brother Peng standing by the sofa. He is still as cold as ice, making people feel that there is no aura that can be approached.
"Why are you so nervous about your own boss? Isn't this courting death? I really can't help but go to the toilet to pee!"
Chen Yanyan's acrimonious and obscene curses caused a group of men and women around them to burst into laughter. Even though she saved me, I don't want to stand here and be humiliated by her.
"Thank you, Sister Chen. It's okay, I'll go out first." I bowed stubbornly.
The surroundings became quiet, maybe they had never seen such a ignorant person. I heard Chen Yanyan let out a heavy "hum" from her nasal cavity.
I turned around and lifted the veil, and walked from the box area to the dressing room. I no longer care about the injuries on my face that others see. Since they have been injured to such an extent, what else is there to cover up? My heart is empty and I can't stay in the bar any longer from tonight. This time, it was because of a woman who lost the job on which she depended. Dewey was right when he joked. Where do we go tomorrow? I'm at a loss. In the dressing room, I unbuttoned my shirt to reveal my muscular chest, looked at myself in front of the mirror, and put on my sloppy suit again like Cinderella.
"You can live better." A deep voice came from behind, and I saw a tall figure appearing in the dark from the mirror, and I already guessed who it was.
"Brother Peng, thank you." I nodded. He still ignored my thanks and just talked: "You need someone to give you a chance. You have the ability, but you don't have a chance. Don't bump into it like a headless fly. When you finally find the knack, you will find I am old, too old to do anything." His words candidly express the mental torture I have suffered in recent months.
"I can't find a chance, no one will give a nameless boy like me a chance." I loosened the clothes in my hand and said dejectedly.
"If you still want to see the day when you succeed in this life, then you have to give up something." I couldn't see Brother Peng's face, and felt that his voice came from far away. hell? Is he the so-called messenger of hell? Is he tempting me to trade with the devil?
"You have nothing now, you don't even have the ability to protect yourself, what can you give to others? Don't let the people you care about always get hurt."
I had to admit that I smiled wryly, and the painful corner of my mouth reminded me of the beating in the box just now. Every sentence is true, I have no ability to protect myself, let alone my mother, Wei Ling, and Chen Yanhong; people related to me are always hurting and sharing my pain. I can't do anything but watch. My vision after graduating from college has become ridiculous and ridiculous in the face of reality. Am I really going to keep looking for it? How many years in my life can I continue to search for? How long does it take for my mother to see me grow up? I can hardly see the end of my life.
There is a voice in my heart that has been urging me: Promise, promise everything. As long as you give me a chance, as long as it makes me stand out, I will promise anything, and I can exchange anything.
"Sister Yanyan will give you a chance. She has also given many young people like you a chance. As long as you are willing to find her, ask her."
"Are you also the one who got her chance?"
"Yes. She gave me a lot, and gave me things that I can't get in my whole life. Some people spend their lives and can't get what they want; some people hold too many people's hearts in their hands. Dreaming, you can turn Cinderella into Snow White with just a wave of your hand. Don't curse any injustice, everything is doomed after you were born. As long as you are still alive, you can't pray for fairness."
"Why are you helping me?"
"Because you are also chasing your own dreams like me, but you can't succeed." His words made me feel cold, and I was afraid that I would squander my youth in pursuit as he said, and I was afraid that I would still spend my life in poverty. Live your life in mediocrity. I never thought about the joy of being alive. I was tortured by too many sad memories in the past, and there were too many ups and downs waiting in the future. I just relied on my responsibility to my mother and my expectations for the future as my only spiritual support. I don't want to wear old clothes like I did when I was a child, I don't want to be looked down upon like my father, I don't want to be humiliated by that kind of person anymore, I don't want to see my mother trading her body for me anymore, I don't want to see Wei Ling because of me Poor and forced to leave I saw the person in the mirror smiling and I knew this guy who laughed like??Great person, what else is left in this person's eyes besides greed? I looked at my strange self in the mirror, and started a deal with the devil that never looked back. Xiaopeng didn't ask any more questions, opened the closet, took out a black shirt and threw it to me.
"Your white shirt has blood stains on it. Change it to mine. There is a car with the plate number 44544 waiting for you downstairs. If you decide, go down." He raised his hand to glance at the radar watch on his wrist and said with a frown: "From From now on, you have five minutes to think about it." I took the shirt, it was soft and comfortable to the touch, I couldn't figure out what brand it was, I just knew it must be expensive. I shook off the black shirt, stood in front of Xiaopeng, and put it on under his bright eyes. For the first time, I saw the smile on the corner of his mouth, he put my shoulder and patted hard, and said: "You are very similar to me in the past, but you have a better future than me."
I closed my eyes and counted the last 15 seconds in my mind. It took exactly 3 minutes to walk downstairs from here. I have played this little game of who goes downstairs first with the naughty Dewey countless times.
Stepping out of the gate with both feet, I saw the all-black car that had been waiting for a long time, even the glass was black. I walked to the car window, the rear door opened, a pair of slender legs wrapped in crystal stockings, shining seductively under the light. I bowed my head and got into the carriage, and sat beside Chen Yanyan. She seemed to have expected everything, and she was still cold and reserved.
"Drive." The starting speed of this car is the fastest and the most stable I have ever seen. I didn't feel anything, the neon lights speeding outside showed the car on the road, the road to hell
The lights outside are getting dimmer and the houses are getting rarer and rarer. The car passed through a large section of bamboo forest and stopped slowly at the door of a 3-story villa.
I thought Chen Yanyan would take me to a hotel, but I didn't expect to come to this ghostly place. I have never seen such a big house, only seen in foreign movies.
"Is this your home?" I swallowed to moisten my throat.
"Hehe, why did I take you home?" Chen Yanyan laughed mockingly, her voice pierced her heart like sawdust, and she felt a faint pain, but she couldn't take it away.
I remained silent, and a rebellion surged up in my heart. Anyway, this woman came to me to satisfy her sexual life, so why talk to her and be ridiculed by her?
Chen Yanyan led the way in, and the door opened naturally. A woman in her fifties opened the door. Chen Yanyan called her Mama Zhang.
"Aren't you coming in? Are you going to stand there all night?" Chen Yanyan walked in without looking back. I entered the house, and since I came, I never thought about turning back. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com