Frostbite

Chapter 11: 011 When I sober up, the sorrow remains

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I nodded and said affectionately: "Yes, yes, yes, I have a crush on you. All the girls in our school have a crush on you, even the boys have a crush on you!"

Poof! Tang Xiaomei laughed at him, "Feng Zhenyang, stop it! Would our Jiaying have a crush on you? Look at yourself, a grown man, wearing lip gloss and smoky makeup when on camera, like a Thai ladyboy. Who would have a crush on you?"

Hearing this, Feng Zhenyang's face darkened immediately: "I say, is it interesting for you to bring this up? Can we still be friends?"

Wearing lip gloss and smoky makeup has always been a dark history that Feng Zhenyang cannot erase. When Feng Zhenyang first debuted, domestic idol groups were popular with long hair half-covering the face, pink lips and smoky makeup, which is now the most fashionable and trendy standard of Shamatte.

After the popular "Shamatte" style wore off, Feng Zhenyang's old photos became evidence for attacks from black fans. They compared those photos with Feng Zhenyang's current clean-cut photos and insisted that Feng Zhenyang had plastic surgery.

Feng Zhenyang was proud of his natural beauty, handsomeness, and suaveness, and could not tolerate people saying he had plastic surgery. He also could not stand people talking about his dark past.

Everyone has a dark history. Zhao Yicheng also had that kind of thundering "Shamatte" look. At that time, my brain was broken and my aesthetic sense collapsed. I actually thought Zhao Yicheng was particularly handsome with a chicken coop hair.

It is not easy to get over a relationship that has lasted for more than ten years. Any little thing that has the slightest connection with us will remind me of Zhao Yicheng, and then I will feel inexplicably sad.

I felt sad and wanted to drink, but I couldn't drink without thinking, because who knows if there is someone waiting outside the bar to take a picture of me drunk and then post it online, saying how sad and depressed I am after being abandoned by Zhao Yicheng.

After all, I am one of the four young actresses in China, the queen Shen Jiaying. Getting drunk once is enough. If I get drunk a few times, people will probably think I am an alcoholic.

Tang Bohu said that a drunk can dispel a thousand worries, but the worries are still there when you sober up. Even though he knew that he would still be worried after waking up, he still couldn't help but drink one cup after another.

Feng Zhenyang couldn't bear to see this, so he snatched my wine glass and took the bottle of wine away with it, saying helplessly, "Why are you drinking again, Shen Jiaying? You said you drank for a man without conscience, is that so bad?"

I was drunk and completely forgot my identity. My mind was filled with Zhao Yicheng, sadness, and anger. I squinted at Feng Zhenyang and said, "You are not the one who was abandoned. Do you know how painful it is for me? I dare not tell my parents. I... Zhao Yicheng and I are really divorced. Zhao Yicheng and I are a model couple! We are a model couple..."

The more I talked, the sadder I felt: "Tell me, how could a relationship of more than ten years be defeated by a little bitch! Yes! Han Xiaoxiao is a little bitch!"

"Jiaying, that's enough. You're drunk." Feng Zhenyang interrupted me. He no longer had the dandy air he had just had, only coldness and seriousness.

I stared at Feng Zhenyang, whose face was as pale as ice, with tears sliding down my eyes: "Do you think I want to get drunk? It's all because of you stinky men..."

When people get excited, they tend to make stupid mistakes. I stood up tremblingly, my head was dizzy, my heart was aching, and the sadness that had been suppressed for too long was about to burst out. I hysterically rushed to Feng Zhenyang: "How can you men be so shameless! Ah! More than ten years of love, ten years of youth! It's not easy for me! Zhao Yicheng, you bastard..."

"Pah!" With the sound of the slap, my left face felt burning and my left ear was buzzing.

I stared at Feng Zhenyang in shock for a moment, then realized that he had hit me! He actually hit me!

I was so angry that I wanted to beat him up, but I was so weak that my nose felt sore and tears welled up in my eyes. I grabbed Feng Zhenyang's collar and cried, "You hit me! I'm so pitiful, and it's fine if you don't comfort me! But you still hit me! Woo..." (To be continued)