The Untold Story

Chapter 71

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Chen Mingsheng's household registration ended up in her hometown.

He wants to be buried here.

Chen Mingsheng's mother had a mental problem, or someone finally realized that she had a mental problem. She was sent to the hospital to recuperate.

Chen Mingsheng's funeral was organized by the police.

Yang Zhao's car stopped at the entrance of the funeral home, but she didn't go in. The memorial service was very simple, and Lao Xu called everyone in the police force who knew Chen Mingsheng, but there were only a dozen of them.

Wen Lei called Yang Zhao at the funeral, but Yang Zhao didn't answer.

Old Xu said, forget it.

Wen Lei said that he wanted to give her the passbook Chen Ming saved during his lifetime, but Lao Xu stopped him.

"What's the use of giving it to her? You gave her the money. What will Chen Mingsheng's mother do? How will the old lady live alone in the future?"

Wen Lei said: "Brother Sheng left this to his sister-in-law—to Yang Zhao."

Old Xu said: "If you don't even come to the funeral, what else is left?"

In the end, they gave all of Chen Mingsheng's money to his mother. They contacted a distant relative of Chen Mingsheng and asked them to help take care of her.

Chen Mingsheng's funeral was organized by members of the police force. His ashes are stored in the burial wall. They chose a better location, which is easy to worship.

All is well.

Old Xu and Wen Lei returned to Kunming to continue what they were supposed to do.

Yang Jintian has reported to the university.

Yang Zhao returned to the United States.

It's just that she will come back here every year on that day.

Every time he came to visit him, Yang Zhao would say one thing——

"Chen Mingsheng, I won't come next year."

But on that day of the second year, she will still come.

She brought few things, only a lily and a pack of cigarettes.

The time she stayed was also very short, she smoked a few cigarettes with him, said a few words, and then she would leave.

Sometimes, Yang Zhao's feeling will be very subtle.

People from the police force chose a very young photo for Chen Mingsheng, in uniform. She smiled when she saw this photo for the first time, and she said to him, "I didn't expect you to look good in this outfit."

she went back.

Going back to the original path, she went back.

First year, second year, third year...

The photos are a bit old.

Yang Jintian successfully graduated from the university. He was admitted to the school as a graduate student. During the rare vacation, he went home.

In order to celebrate him, Yang Zhao rushed back from the United States.

Yang Jintian has matured thoroughly, with excellent grades and clear goals.

During the few days when Yang Zhao came back, Yang Jintian drove her around.

That's the fourth year.

In the summer of that year, while in Yang Jintian's car, Yang Zhao suddenly remembered something—

She missed her death anniversary this year.

When she rushed there in a hurry, she found that the photo was still the same.

She was over thirty, but he was still the same.

His smile was not obvious, and his expression was plain. She was panting heavily from running, but he was still the same.

At that moment, Yang Zhao was in a trance.

She walked slowly out of the cemetery, and as she was leaving, she went to the recorder. She asked him if anyone had come to worship him in recent years.

The recorder checked and said casually, "No, it's just you."

Yang Zhao nodded and left.

After going out, Yang Jintian looked at her worriedly at the door, Yang Zhao smiled at him and said it was all right.

The weather was a bit stuffy that day, so Yang Jintian took her to a cold drink shop.

While eating ice cream, Yang Zhao saw that Yang Jintian was hesitant to speak, and she asked him, "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing." Yang Jintian stuffed a few mouthfuls of ice.

Yang Zhao said, "If you have something to say, just say it."

Yang Jintian pursed his lips, glanced at Yang Zhao secretly, and said, "Sister, yes, it's like this—"

Yang Zhao listened to his words quietly, then smiled, and said, "My parents asked you to urge me to marry?"

Yang Jintian said: "It's not a reminder, it's a persuasion."

Yang Zhao snorted.

"Sister..."

Yang Zhao said, "If you have anything else to say, let's talk about it together."

Yang Jintian said, "I'm looking for you this time, and I have another matter."

Yang Zhao said, "What's the matter?"

Yang Jintian took out the phone, pressed it for a while, and then handed the phone to Yang Zhao.

A photo was displayed on the screen, a man in his thirties, wearing casual clothes, wearing a pair of glasses, and smiling softly.

"Who is this?"

"Sister, how do you feel?" Yang Jintian said.

Yang Zhao glanced at him and understood.

"Do you want to find your brother-in-law yourself?"

Yang Jintian was embarrassed, and said: "No way, this is my graduate tutor, very powerful, he, he..."

"His what?"

Yang Jintian said: "He is still single. He saw your photo by chance and asked me about your situation. Sister, are you... interested?"

Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows.

Yang Jintian said: "He has a very good temper, he is a good guy, you don't know, he is the male god of how many girls in our school."

Yang Jin talked all day long, but Yang Zhao suddenly said, "I forgot."

Yang Jintian was taken aback, "What?"

"I forgot this year..." Yang Zhao looked out the window, busy with traffic. She didn't care if Yang Jintian understood, and said flatly, "When I went there, I found that he still had the same expression and appearance, nothing changed at all."

Yang Jintian was silent.

Yang Zhao said, "You know what, at that moment I felt that he was just waiting."

"What are you waiting for?"

Wait for this world to completely forget him.

Yang Zhao didn't answer.

"Sister, everything will pass." Yang Jintian said, "You have to take care of yourself, it's not a big deal. You're just digging into a dead end."

Yang Zhao looked at the cold drink cup in front of him, and Yang Jintian said again: "Sister, my mentor is also here now, do you want to meet him?"

Yang Zhaojing waited for a long time before subconsciously saying: "... um."

The trees outside are lush and the grass is lush.

Yang Zhao felt that everything was accidental.

I occasionally recall, occasionally miss, occasionally feel that I can't bear you.

The next day, Yang Jintian went to Yang Zhao's apartment to find her.

Yang Zhao finally bought the house, although she seldom used it, she left the key to Yang Jintian and asked him to take care of it when it was convenient for him.

Yang Jintian pushed open the door.

"Sister, am I ready? Let me tell you that my mentor made me laugh. It's like first love. I'm so nervous."

It was very quiet in the house.

Yang Jintian: "Sister—?"

No one answered.

Yang Jintian shut his mouth, and the room immediately became silent. He vaguely heard the sound of running water.

Yang Jintian walked into Yang Zhao's bedroom, and in the bathroom, the sound of running water became louder.

Yang Jintian walked over slowly, and slowly opened the door—

"sister?"

Yang Zhao committed suicide in his apartment that summer.

She severed her main artery and bled to death.

When she died, she was clean. Lying in the tub without even letting the blood get out of the tub.

Her expression was very peaceful, and Yang Jintian felt that the reason why he didn't go crazy was because Yang Zhao didn't look in pain. She was really, really peaceful.

The local news wanted to report, but the Yang family found someone to suppress it.

The pain of losing her was overwhelming, and they didn't want anyone else to bother her.

Except for Yang Jintian, no one knew why Yang Zhao committed suicide. Many people attribute it to an artist's extreme pursuit. Only Yang Jintian knew it was not like this.

He was the first to discover her body. When calling the police, he was in her study and found a notebook spread out on the table. Yang Zhao wrote a paragraph on it. It was not very neat, in the same style as her usual. Not alike, but more like scribbles—

i had a time

during that time

I can describe every minute with my poor words

I can remember all the details with my depleted mind

but this time is short

It's like a story that has just begun and then ends abruptly

I spend a lot of time trying to start new stories

but i didn't succeed

I began to dread the kind of life that can only be described as "many years have passed"

So after holding on for so long, I finally decided to give up.

Even the dullest story must have an ending

I'm so relieved now

because of this untold story

finally complete

Next to the notebook, there was a small note, and Yang Jintian took them away.

He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do so, he didn't want others to see this, no one could do it.

At Yang Zhao's funeral, her parents tried their best to control their grief, but to no avail. Yang Jintian suddenly hated him, hated him, hated her, and hated himself.

He has been with Yang Zhao's parents all the time, and Xue Miao helped take care of many things at the funeral.

Xue Miao at the funeral was much older than when Yang Jintian saw him before.

This kind of aging comes from the heart, aging from the inside out.

That night, Yang Jintian left home and drove to a cemetery in the suburbs.

The price here is relatively cheap in the city. Yang Jintian parked the car and walked into the cemetery.

He consulted the administrator to find out where Chen Mingsheng's ashes were placed.

He felt a little amused as he walked towards it.

He actually, will come to see him.

When Yang Jintian saw Chen Mingsheng's photo, he finally understood what Yang Zhao meant by never changing.

The photo was so old and old that he would have thought it was a completely forgotten corner.

"Do you still remember me?" Yang Jintian said.

The policeman in the photo looked at him quietly.

"I hate you." Yang Jintian said lightly.

"But I hate myself even more." Yang Jintian's tone was neither hasty nor slow, his eyes were very watery, it was because he cried too much.

"I have thought about it many times. If I listened to her more and went out to play less, if I didn't provoke you, if my sister never knew you, how good it would be."

"You know, on the day you died, when my sister came back, she just said one thing to me. She said, 'It was me, I pulled him out.' I don't know what that means, you understand?"

The world is quiet, Yang Jintian said to himself.

"I came here today to tell you that from now on, no one will come to see you again."

After speaking, he turned and left.

But after he took a few steps, he stopped abruptly, and then walked back quickly.

"I hate you!" Yang Jintian was agitated, "I hate you, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life. You took her away, what are you—"

Yang Jintian covered his face, trembling all over because of the force.

In the end, he quickly took out something from his clothes and threw it in through the gap in the glass door. It was a photo. The photo fell down and just turned around, standing in the corner.

Under the moonlight, the picture is blurry. It can be vaguely seen that it is a painting, the pixel of the photo is not very high, it looks like it was taken randomly with a mobile phone, and it even shakes a little.

"My sister used to look at this painting a lot. I took a picture of it." Yang Jintian said, "Other things, I won't give you anything."

It was a complete oil painting, but unfortunately the mobile phone did not capture its rich details and colors, only a piece of blue and black. Yang Jintian also looked at this painting many times. He looked at it because he didn't know why Yang Zhao was so passionate about it.

He doesn't have a high level of artistic attainment, and he hasn't seen anything unusual before.

But today, through the small glass door, he suddenly noticed a place that he hadn't noticed before.

In the corner of the picture, there is a faint white.

It was so vague, it seemed to be a very distant existence.

Yang Jintian shook his head and stopped watching.

"I don't know what this place is." He said flatly, "Maybe you know."

He walked out step by step, and finally, he turned his head once.

Chen Mingsheng still had that calm expression. He had short, clean hair, dark eyes, and a straight outline. Looking at him, Yang Jintian felt that he seemed to be talking.

Saying thank you to him.

Yang Jintian left.

He was squatting on the hillside outside the cemetery, smoking a cigarette.

He seldom smokes usually, but this time, he couldn't help it, he needed that strong tobacco to suppress the dullness in his chest.

The position on the hillside was very high, and when he looked forward to see the lights of thousands of families, his heart felt empty.

The wind blew, and he turned his head to avoid the wind and sand.

The moment he turned his head, he saw a small flower in the crevice of the hillside.

The flower was crumbling in the wind, but it swayed and swayed, and it never broke.

Yang Jintian suddenly burst into tears.

He was overwhelmed by a great sadness.

But he couldn't find a reason.

It was because he couldn't find a reason that he suffered even more.

He vaguely felt that he didn't know many things, and he would never know.

Yang Jintian raised his hand, snot and tears flowed all over his face.

As he raised his hand, a small piece of paper drifted away with the wind.

The handwriting on the paper was flamboyant, as if the owner couldn't wait.

Maybe the wind saw what was on the note, and it pushed harder and sent it farther.

There are only eight short words on the paper—

[Chen Mingsheng, I'm here to find you.]

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postscript

This article begins with a dream of mine.

As for the source of the dream, I think it is various inexplicable experiences in my life. And the name of the novel - "The Unknown Story", I just picked it up randomly at the time, but when I really wrote it to the end, I found that this random name just explained the theme of the story.

At the very beginning, when this story was just taking shape, there was actually only one protagonist, Yang Zhao.

She is not the heroine of a romance novel in the traditional sense, she is not very kind, nor gentle, but cold, sharp and selfish.

I gave her a favorable environment, and she was completely immersed in her own world.

In real life, associating with such a woman must be annoying. Because her accommodation to others is entirely out of a rational upbringing, not from the heart.

But from another aspect, Yang Zhao is also very powerful.

Not only her, but anyone who can be firm in his own cognition and not be confused by the outside world is very powerful.

This article really needs such a heroine, because this story is a bit cruel, like picking flowers on a cliff, I need a woman who can stand firm in the wind.

With such a heroine, I set out to create the story.

In fact, this novel is very simple, it tells the process of a woman with a unique sexuality to find herself.

There may be some love in it.

There are countless people in this world, and some of them may be different from others and have a unique hobby-for age, gender, objects, or a certain part of the human body.

The appearance is plain, but the heart walks on the edge.

I wrote this story to show that these unacceptable hobbies and feelings may not be all tragedies. The world is impermanent, life is far richer than novels, and people are far more passionate than characters.

In such a flamboyant world, there must be some fringe feelings that bloom and bear fruit in a certain corner.

All desire and love will eventually be washed away with time and return to stability and plainness. Until then, we will be accompanied by the same company, so what is the difference between us

After talking about the heroine, let's talk about the hero.

Because of the setting of the story, when I was thinking about the hero, I needed to find a darker character.

The first thing I thought of was the police, and then I thought deeply, the anti-narcotics police.

It can be said that the appearance of Chen Mingsheng has already suppressed the story involuntarily.

Yang Zhao was conjectural by myself. I made up her psychology and her stories, but Chen Mingsheng was not. Chen Mingsheng's heaviness had many, many prototypes.

I once faltered in the two-thirds of the article, trying to change the story into a beautiful reunion. The reason is that I have softened my heart towards Chen Mingsheng.

It is strange to say that I can make my beloved heroine end her life without hesitation and strengthen myself, but my heart softens towards a Chen Mingsheng who wears the "male protagonist" hat but is actually just to set off the heroine.

Investigating the reason may be reality.

It is rare to have Yang Zhao in real life, but there are many Chen Mingsheng.

They are ordinary on weekdays, but when they come to work, the unusual nature of the job makes them a bit extraordinary.

Chen Mingsheng is a very ordinary person, so ordinary that I, the author, can't get a cheat if I want to.

He's not handsome, he doesn't have much money, and he's a bit rusty. His only advantage is his firmness, just like Yang Zhao, although their firmness comes from different directions.

Chen Mingsheng lived a miserable life all his life, and even his death was not a grand one, he just left so simply.

In real life, the ordinary sense of brokenness brought about by the death of such a Chen Mingsheng is more heartbreaking than the love between men and women I wrote.

Many people said that the story I wrote was too depressing.

But I always feel that this is not a tragedy. The real tragedy is hopeless and breathless, like a dark and empty cave, but this story is not.

It is a tunnel, dark in progress, but light at the end.

The last sentence is for you who are destined to read the story—if you can, please see yourself clearly, and then be firm.

Chapter 72 Lifetime & That Unknown Story United Non-responsible Spoiler - Buying a Car.

One day, they and they met at a car show—

Yang Zhao walked around the auto show for a long time.

Chen Mingsheng felt that she was visiting the auto show like a supermarket, picking and choosing, and always asking for his opinion.

"Which one do you like?"

Chen Mingsheng said, "It's all good."

"Anything is good."

"..." Chen Mingsheng thought to himself that he couldn't afford any of them anyway, and of course they were all good.

At the beginning of the year, Yang Zhao wanted to buy a new car. Chen Mingsheng asked her why she bought it.

"Is there not one?"

"Buy a bigger one." Yang Zhao said, "An off-road vehicle, okay?"

Not long ago, Yang Zhao participated in an exhibition in the United States, and when he returned by plane, he bought a magazine at the airport. There was an article in it that impressed her deeply, the article was long and concise

To briefly summarize the central idea, it is "every man has an off-road dream in his heart".

She recalled the details of getting along with Chen Mingsheng, and felt more and more that Chen Mingsheng actually liked cars very much.

So there is today's release.

"Chen Mingsheng, nothing is 'all good', you will always have someone you like."

Chen Mingsheng stood beside her leaning on a cane, "They are really good, you can buy what you like."

Men are so lazy, everything is ambiguous. Yang Zhao rolled her eyes silently in her heart, and when she turned her head, she saw a wine-red car. She pointed to that car and asked Chen Mingsheng, "How about that?"

Chen Mingsheng looked over, "It's pretty good."

"What kind of car is that..." Yang Zhao was a little far away and couldn't see the sign clearly. The crowd was crowded and it was difficult to squeeze through. Chen Mingsheng took her by the arm and said, "No need to go, Porsche Cayenne."

"Oh." Yang Zhao nodded, "I think—"

"What a broken car."

Just halfway through Yang Zhao's speech, he heard a voice next to him.

In fact, in this kind of auto show, there are so many people, so happy and harmonious, there is no time to pay attention to what others say, but this voice just got into Yang Zhao's ears.

A man, not loud, but strong.

Wan Kun also wants to buy a car this year.

He Lizhen has been persuading him to buy an ordinary car, and Wan Kun persuaded her so.

"What do you say is the most important thing when buying a car?"

He Li really thought about it and said, "Safe..."

"Right, safety first. If you want to be safe, you have to have a sturdy car, and if you want to be strong, you have to buy an off-road vehicle." Wan Kun's expression was weak, as if "what I said is the truth".

"You can't just pick the tough ones."

"Let me tell you, China won't give way to tanks, otherwise I will buy a tank."

He Li was really speechless.

Wan Kun ran away for several years, and the moment he came back, he seemed to have washed away all his charms.

But after living at home for two days, he returned to his original nature.

Rogue, smelly and shameless.

So He Lizhen could only follow him, pointing to an off-road vehicle, "How about that?"

Wan Kun glanced at the polished Cayenne, and said disdainfully, "What a broken car." After a few more glances, he didn't like it even more. "It's like porridge, bitch chirping."

"Why is it gruel?" He Lizhen said, "I think it looks pretty."

Wan Kun thought of something, and told He Lizhen like a joke: "Do you know what this car is called at Sun Menghui's?"

"what is it call?"

"Mistress car."

"..."

"I didn't lie to you, those bad old men in my back room office all bought it in a group."

He Lizhen smiled, "You bought it too?"

Wan Kun took her over, bowed his head, and said with a smile, "I'll buy it? Thousands of employees of Huiyun have watched the video of my marriage proposal."

He Lizhen broke away, "Don't make trouble, pay attention in public places, there are so many people watching."

"Who is watching, who-"

Wan Kun was joking with He Lizhen while looking around symbolically. Not to mention, I really met a pair of eyes.

And it's obviously not an ordinary eye.

Wan Kun straightened up slowly.

The woman was wearing a long skirt, with straight black eyes and straight hair, with no expression on her face, she just looked at him indifferently.

Although his eyes were light, after all Wan Kun had been around for a long time, it was impossible not to see the sign of confrontation.

He licked his teeth, tilted his head, and said casually, "What are you looking at?"

Yang Zhao asked calmly, "What do you call this car?"

Wan Kun could tell that this inquiry was just the beginning. He raised his eyebrows, ready to challenge.

He Lizhen hurriedly grabbed him, and said in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense, let's go..." She nodded at Yang Zhao, "I'm sorry, he talked nonsense." As she spoke, she pulled Wan Kun away.

Yang Zhao watched as the two entered the crowd and disappeared.

Suddenly there was a slight smile from behind.

When Yang Zhao turned his head, Chen Mingsheng only had time to purse his lips, but the smile was still on the corner of his mouth.

Yang Zhao took a deep breath, "What are you laughing at?"

Just as Chen Mingsheng was about to hold back, he was amused by her words. He stretched out his hand, took Yang Zhao's hand, and said in a low voice, "I can't even laugh?"

No matter how low or soft his voice is, it can always enter Yang Zhao's ears clearly. She lowered her head and exerted a slight force on her hands. Chen Mingsheng slowly held her whole hand.

Yang Zhao raised his eyes, "Are you hungry?"

Chen Mingsheng: "I'm hungry."

"Let's find a place to eat." Yang Zhao looked around. There were no decent shops in the auto show, only a few for fast food. Yang Zhao said, "Do you want to go out to eat? Why don't you make do with it?"

Chen Mingsheng nodded, "Okay."

Fast food restaurants have long since run out of seats, and most people just find a place to sit with their lunch boxes in their hands.

Yang Zhao felt sorry for Chen Mingsheng. He had been walking for a long time and there was no place to sit. He was exhausted. She asked Chen Mingsheng to line up to buy lunch boxes, and she looked for an empty seat.

Not to mention, it happened that someone had finished eating. Yang Zhao walked over, put the bag on the table, and then a tall figure sat down in front of his eyes.

"..."

The two looked at each other.

It's really a meeting between enemies on a narrow road.

Yang Zhao said, "I came first."

Holding two lunch boxes in his hands, Wan Kun leaned on the back of the chair, "I'll sit first."

Yang Zhao said, "My bag is already here."

"But you didn't sit down."

Yang Zhao said flatly, "Sir, we know if you took this seat. Please stand up now."

Wan Kun sneered, yes, he was the one who took the seat, so what.

"Take your bag away, I want to put something."

A few people nearby were watching the fun. Wan Kun was a tall man with a strong physique, and there was an unconcealable ruffian in his brows, which showed that he was not easy to mess with. Everyone felt that the weak woman would give way first.

But they were wrong, the woman had no intention of giving in.

"Sir, this is my seat, please stand up."

He Lizhen went to the bathroom. Wan Kun was carrying two boxes of lunch by himself. His hands were already a little hot, but he couldn't tell from his face.

"I won't let it go, what's the matter?"

"What's wrong?"

With a low voice, Yang Zhao turned his head, and Chen Mingsheng came looking for something he had bought. He was leaning on a cane in one hand and carrying a box of lunch in the other. Next, Yang Zhao took the bag away.

Wan Kun was about to put it on the table in an instant.

Yang Zhao knew that he was going to do this a long time ago, so he blocked his lunch box with one hand and put Chen Mingsheng's things on the table with the other. Wan Kun also reacted quickly, with two boxes of lunch in a stack, he was about to push her away with one free hand. Ke Gang

Pulling halfway, the other hand blocked him.

Wan Kun raised his eyes, and the man on the opposite side lowered his eyebrows and lowered his voice.

"Friend, what are you doing?"

Wan Kun smiled.

The mouth is smiling, the eyes are not.

He threw away the two boxes of rice, and the rice spilled all over the floor.

He stared into Chen Mingsheng's eyes, then glanced at Yang Zhao.

"Yo, there is help."

Chen Mingsheng raised his hand and stroked Yang Zhao behind him.

Yang Zhao said, "Chen Mingsheng, what are you going to do?"

He didn't answer.

Wan Kun was still laughing, he stood up slowly, untied his watch and threw it on the table.

bang.

At this time, the onlookers began to feel that Wan Kun was a little out of place.

The one on the opposite side has only one leg, adhering to the traditional Chinese virtues should also be courteous to the disabled, if you don’t give up your seat, don’t say it, look at this posture and you’re going to fight.

Isn't this bullying

Perhaps Wan Kun was the only one in the entire restaurant who could tell how heavy this man was.

"You can try." Wan Kun put his hands on his waist emptily, staring at Chen Mingsheng, "See if you two can sit here today."

Yang Zhao pushed Chen Mingsheng's hand away, stood in front of him, and looked at Wan Kun.

His tone was still calm, but his eyes were already cold.

"I warn you, don't mess around."

Wan Kun said, "Then take your—"

"Wan Kun?"

Another voice interrupted, and everyone looked over, a woman entered the store and was squeezing towards this side from the crowd.

"Fuck." Wan Kun cursed in a low voice, running and bouncing past, the momentum was still there just now, and the crowd automatically parted ways.

He Lizhen went to Wan Kun, looked at him, then at Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng.

She visibly paused when she saw Yang Zhao, and recognized her as the woman just now. She glanced at the table and knew what was going on.

Everyone around was looking at them, He Lizhen blushed uncontrollably, and happened to see the crutch Chen Mingsheng was leaning on, and she wanted to find a crack in the ground.

She didn't dare to go over, she bowed her head to Yang Zhao, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we're leaving now."

Wan Kun was not very satisfied, "What are you going, then—"

As soon as his arm hurt, He Lizhen pinched him. He lowered his head and saw her blushing. "If you don't go, I will go!"

He Lizhen turned her head and left, Wan Kun let out a hey and chased after her.

Someone shouted from behind: "The watch—the watch is still here—"

Still haven't looked back.

The crowd lamented that they pretended to be henpecked.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yang Zhao sat down on the seat expressionlessly. Chen Mingsheng tentatively said, "Why don't we eat at another place?"

"Why?" Yang Zhao looked at him immediately, "This is our seat, I came first."

"Okay." Chen Mingsheng removed the watch on the lunch box, Yang Zhao glanced at the sign, snorted coldly, and said in a low voice: "...upstart."

As soon as he raised his head, Chen Mingsheng pulled away his chopsticks with a faint smile.

Yang Zhao felt that his face was not very good-looking again, so he lowered his head quietly to eat.

On the other side, Wan Kun quickly caught up with He Lizhen.

"What are you doing?"

He Lizhen was still walking, Wan Kun pulled her, "Teacher..."

He Lizhen stopped immediately.

"Don't call me teacher, I have never taught such an arrogant student like you."

Wan Kun crossed his legs and listened without saying a word.

"What are you doing grabbing someone's seat in the public? You are a young and strong man grabbing a seat with a woman. You are so embarrassed. And, and what's more—" He Lizhen didn't know what to say, "That man's legs are still disabled , all on crutches, and you—"

Wan Kun raised his head when he heard this.

"That man is not an ordinary person."

He Lizhen couldn't listen at all: "Give up your seat to the old, weak, sick and disabled. You should have learned in elementary school. You really don't feel ashamed."

Wan Kun blinked, then suddenly grinned. As soon as I reached out, I hugged it. He Li really struggled with him, but couldn't.

"Wan Kun!"

"Don't be angry." Wan Kun put a big hand on He Lizhen's stomach and said, "You haven't finished talking. There is still a pregnancy behind the old, weak, sick and disabled."

He Lizhen blushed, and lacked the confidence to criticize.

Wan Kun lazily said: "My son is tired, who is responsible? And that woman..." Thinking of Yang Zhao, Wan Kun gritted his teeth a little bit, "I don't look so good, I really—"

"I think you owe it to me." He Lizhen slapped her with one hand, "Take your hand away, let's go out to eat."

"All right, all right, you have the final say."

On the other side, Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng walked out of the restaurant after eating. Yang Zhao said to Chen Mingsheng, "I'll go out and stand for a while."

Chen Mingsheng nodded and said in a low voice, "Okay, I'll accompany you."

The two left the gate of the auto show, and Yang Zhao lit a cigarette.

Chen Mingsheng leaned against a pillar and waited. Yang Zhao smoked half of it and turned his eyes.

"Tired?"

Chen Mingsheng said, "It's okay."

Yang Zhao walked to his side and gently wrapped his arms around his waist. Chen Mingsheng laughed softly, "Are you still angry?"

Yang Zhao shook his head, "It's not worth it."

Chen Mingsheng raised his hand and wiped away the broken hair on her forehead, "It wasn't worth it."

Yang Zhao raised his eyes, and Chen Mingsheng kissed her lightly.

"Don't worry about me," he said.

Yang Zhao didn't speak.

Chen Mingsheng leaned down and whispered in her ear: "I'm in good health, don't you know?"

Yang Zhao's face became hot, and he couldn't help laughing, "Chen Mingsheng, you are such a jerk."

Chen Mingsheng hugged her, and responded lightly: "Really."

He hugged him for a while, and Yang Zhao suddenly said, "I still want to buy Kai Yan."

"..."

Yang Zhao straightened up with a serious face.

"That man has no discernment. I want to buy what I like. Do you like it?"

You ask me so seriously, how can I have any other answer.

"I like it, you can buy whatever you want."

In another couple two hundred meters away, the man was still complaining beside the woman.

"Damn China won't let the tanks go, let me go and blow up her house first."

"… Neuropathy."

--over---

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