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Volume 1 Text ¡¾088¡¿The Heart of Revenge

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    Xiao Mu seemed to be trapped in painful memories and stopped talking.  Mr. Lin added: "There is a continuation of this matter. The woman named Qian fainted at the gate of the hospital that day and was carried back. Her family members rushed there and after knowing the truth, they fell out with my sister-in-law's family.  . My sister-in-law unexpectedly supported Xiao Mu. You don¡¯t know that when Xiao Mu had something wrong with her face, my sister-in-law cried every day, and she burst into tears when she saw Xiao Mu¡¯s face. That¡¯s what happened in the end.  My family used to have a good relationship, but later they became enemies." After listening to "Xiao Mu's Revenge", I sighed: "You family are too vengeful." Upon hearing this, Mr. Lin burst out laughing.  When it comes to revenge, he is much heavier than his cousin, and many times he chases a woman purely out of revenge.  Mr. Lin once pursued a girl because she didn't look at her seriously. He also pursued a girl because of her careless words. The most ridiculous thing was that Mr. Lin also pursued a girl who scolded him every day.  That was when Young Master Lin was in his junior year. He was already well-known in school. There was a girl named Tian Jingjing who had been scolding Young Master Lin on various occasions for a long time. She was just like Fang Zhouzi later, who specialized in scolding celebrities to win.  Out of position.  Later, Mr. Lin got angry and went to have sex with Tian Jingjing.  Why do you say in anger? Because Tian Jingjing is relatively average-looking. Under normal circumstances, a girl of this level, Mr. Lin, would not bother to have sex with her.  From the incident of going to Tian Jingjing, you can imagine how angry Mr. Lin was at that time.  In the end, the two were together for more than a month and broke up without any surprise.  Since he met Tian Jingjing, Mr. Lin also created a joke. He often asked the girl he met for the first time: "Test you a brain teaser, Tian Jingjing, how many Japanese characters are there in this name?" I asked Mr. Lin  : "By the way, how did you get hold of Tian Jingjing? Isn't she quite strong?" Mr. Lin: "Strong? Is it an anal fissure? This girl has a fantasy of an ugly duckling changing the world. She probably regards herself as the one in the idol drama.  I kind of bully Shancai from Daoming Temple, thinking she can change me, and trying to make me a good person. I can only say that she is too innocent, and I can't help it if she has to be like a moth. Many women who are with playboys.  , they all thought they could change this man, so they were fooled one after another. Later, I thought about it, this is probably a lottery mentality. Many people say they just try their luck, and always imagine that they can win 500.  "Maybe he is right. I put myself in his shoes and thought about it. Every time I buy a lottery ticket, I have no hope in words, but deep down I always hold on to the 0.0001% extravagant hope that I will win the jackpot.  The actual situation is that I didn't even win the 5 yuan consolation prize.  After a while, I smiled and said: "So you always pretend to be changed, and let those girls change you one after another?" Lin Shao said solemnly: "I'm not pretending to be like that,  That¡¯s how I am. In my heart, I believe that I will change for a woman, but I haven¡¯t met that woman yet.¡± After thinking about it, I gave him two words: ¡°Beast.¡±  He retorted: "Don't keep talking about me. How much better can you be? Don't tell me that you don't have any desire for revenge. That Nana back then was still my friend. Then you had an incident with her and she didn't want to follow me."  Say hello.¡± When I heard the word Nana, I didn¡¯t even remember who Lin Shao was talking about.  Thinking about it carefully, I fell into long-lasting memories again.  That was a very unexpected opportunity. Mr. Lin and I went to a party.  I went there out of curiosity, but I regretted it after I went there. I found that I had no intersection with the people in that circle.  The situation was just like what was shown in the movies, where a grassroots person accidentally entered a rich man's banquet and was completely out of place.  At that time, Mr. Lin launched a fierce attack on a girl at the party and had no intention of retreating. I just passed the time in the corner smoking a cigarette.  At that moment, I found that my mentality was quite good. I was not so hateful to the rich as the protagonist in the YY novel that I thought everyone around me was doing meaningless things. On the contrary, I found that the people around me were very knowledgeable and well-educated.  And these people know how to use human resources.  Just when I was bored, an impressive girl appeared.  Her name was Nana, she was very approachable and she chatted with me without a word.  Looking back, this story is really very cliche. Many movies have this kind of bad street plot. It is nothing more than a proletarian young man who feels at a loss in a capitalist circle. A little bourgeois woman appears.  And it sent warmth to this proletarian young man.  And I happened to experience this kind of bad situation personally, what can I do?  Just?It was the same as in the movie. I was full of gratitude and good impressions of Nana at that time.  After chatting with her for half an hour, I realized something was wrong.  I originally thought the weird-colored stuff in her cup was an ordinary drink, but later I realized that the alcohol content in it was unusually high.  Nana was obviously a little drunk as she talked.  After she drank two glasses of food, she pulled me outside.  After walking out of the door, I asked weakly: "Where are you going?" She replied with three words: "Get some air." I let her pull me and walked in the night.  Feeling the warmth from her little hand, I remembered a song: Hold your hand, your little hand, until you grow old I originally wanted to be pure and look at the encounter tonight with a pure eye  things.  It¡¯s a pity that I couldn¡¯t do this. That night, I felt the warmth from her palms, and my mind was filled with two-word phrases: rising sun?  Pang Tong?  Jiang Qian?  Okay, I admit it, I am too horny to face this innocent world.  ¡°At this moment when everything seemed to be unspoken, Mr. Lin called me and asked me to retreat.  In the end, I reluctantly said goodbye to Nana.  On the way back that day, my muffled laughter floated in the night sky, and I couldn¡¯t help but share my affair with Mr. Lin.  Mr. Lin said: "I know that woman, you and her" I was very nervous: "Does she and I have room for development?" Mr. Lin: "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" I said: "  Tell a lie first to comfort me." Mr. Lin: "If you want to have fun, you and she can still have some fun." I asked, "What about the truth?" Mr. Lin: "Tell the truth, you and her.  , I¡¯m not from the same world at all.¡± I felt very stressed.  Although I only spent two hours with Nana, I already felt that she and I were indeed not from the same world.  That night I couldn't sleep, until I finished smoking a pack of cigarettes, I finally figured it out.  The so-called figured out is probably another kind of self-hypnosis.  I successfully convinced myself, I thought, maybe she was in a bad mood, maybe she was drunk and talked so much to me, maybe she held my hand and walked around for so long with a purely friendly attitude.  When I wake up tomorrow, everything will be in vain, and there is no possibility for me and her.  I had just convinced myself that it was less than ten minutes, and she called me at around one o'clock that night.  My calm heart suddenly became turbulent, and I asked her: "You're still up so late?" She said: "I went back at 11 o'clock and lay down on the sofa and accidentally fell asleep. I just heard the gunfire on the TV and woke me up again.  La. I can¡¯t sleep and want to talk to someone. Where did we talk before?¡± I hate that my memory is so good: ¡°When we talked about you saying you wanted to catch 10,000 fireflies¡± She was very excited: ¡°Yes, I  Come to think of it, I have always wanted to catch 10,000 fireflies, net them with a big net like in the cartoon, and then the 10,000 fireflies would fly up like a hot air balloon, taking me around  "I thought about it and said, "In this case, ten thousand may not be enough." She said, "Twenty thousand, then." I said, "Okay, you win." She was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly turned her face.  "No, what do you mean, are you trying to beat around the bush and say I'm overweight?" I was surprised: "You're already so thin and yet you're still overweight?" She said, "You don't know, I'm better this month than I was last month.  I¡¯ve gained two kilograms, two kilograms, and I don¡¯t want to live anymore!¡± I can¡¯t understand why a person doesn¡¯t want to live after he¡¯s gained two kilograms.  We talked for a long time that night. This was probably my second phone call after I said goodbye to high school.  We agreed to go swimming tomorrow afternoon.  The next morning I forced myself to get up and excitedly bought a pair of sexy swimming trunks.  After lunch, I eagerly waited for Nana¡¯s call.  We agreed to go swimming last night, but we didn¡¯t say where.  At three o¡¯clock in the afternoon, I called Nana.  I heard a very professional voice. I was not sure whether she had the professional smile of a receptionist on her face when she spoke in this tone.  She said she forgot.  I tried to find a reason to comfort myself, for example, she just got up and her mind was not clear yet.  The actual situation is that as soon as you hear her voice, you know that this person is particularly sober.??It definitely took a long time to get up.  I had prepared a lot of things to say to her, but in the end I chose not to say them.  Every time I think of Nana, I feel that I am so innocent, so innocent that it¡¯s ridiculous.  It¡¯s been a long time since I used a song to recall a girl. Today I have a song to review the process between me and this girl. It¡¯s like a song: ¡°You said that holding hands is an agreement, but my dear, that¡¯s not love.  ¡­¡± ¡¤
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