Chapter 367: Wedding (7)
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My Best Wife
- Xiao Er
- 1169 characters
- 2021-01-31 12:47:40
Chapter 367 Wedding (7)
"I won't ask you to go in. My father and mother are very angry because of today's affairs, because they have been talking about the wedding and have notified all their relatives and friends. Now suddenly the groom is gone, and the wedding has been cancelled. It’s a shameful thing, and more importantly, they think you are an unreliable man who is playing with my feelings, so they may hate you a little. I won’t tell you to go in. Drive slower and have nothing to eat. , Go eat something by yourself, stop being so cruel to yourself, be nice to yourself, know?" When Wang Yaxin said this, her voice began to choke, and tears finally began to flow down like a broken wire.
Fang Zhiqiang also looked at Wang Yaxin with moist eyes, and watched Wang Yaxin turn around, walked into the room step by step, and then closed the door without turning back or staying.
Fang Zhiqiang squatted slowly in the corner so slowly, looking at the door of Wang Yaxin’s house, tears still flowed out. He is not a man who likes to cry, but this time, he can't control his tears at all. He wants to Go in and tell Wang Yaxin that he loves her from beginning to end. He really wants to marry him. He really wants to be nice to her for the rest of his life and want to give her happiness, but he knows that he has There is no right to say these things, because what he did violated his promise, no one would believe him.
Fang Zhiqiang felt weak in his legs and couldn't squat anymore, so he just sat on the ground, leaned against the wall, took out his cigarettes, smoking one by one, no one knew what he was thinking about. What, he himself didn't know what he was thinking.
But Wang Yaxin did not go far. She was standing at the door of her home, standing by the cat’s eye, watching Fang Zhiqiang sitting on the ground and smoking a cigarette. Tears were streaming down her beautiful face. , Flowed into the neck and wet the clothes.
Fang Zhiqiang sat there, from the afternoon to the evening, and then slowly stood up, his legs were completely numb, he walked into the elevator by holding on to the wall, and then slowly walked in with some stumbling steps. In Wang Xia's car, she drove slowly towards Shanghai.
The car's DV suddenly started playing Wang Feng's "In Spring", and Fang Zhiqiang suddenly turned the sound to its maximum, and the music that was played started to roar hard, "I still remember the spring many years ago. I haven’t cut my long hair, no credit card, no her, no home with hot water 24 hours a day, but I was so happy at the beginning, although I only had a broken acoustic guitar, singing in the field under the bridge on the street The songs that no one cares about, maybe one day, I have nothing to do with, please leave me in the light at that time, if one day, I leave quietly, please bury me in this spring..."
Fang Zhiqiang drove the car while roaring, drove the car on the high speed, tears slipped on his face with the song, he kept singing and screaming, until finally his voice was completely dumb, and he could not sing anymore. Make any sound.
He hasn't slept for two whole days and two nights, and he hasn't eaten anything for two whole nights a day, including a sip of water.
When Fang Zhiqiang drove the car to his cabin, it was already past two in the morning.
When he got out of the car, he staggered and fell directly beside the car. The not-smooth concrete floor scratched his palm, and blood was shed. Fang Zhiqiang looked at the blood flowing out of his hand but suddenly smiled. He sat on the ground and laughed wildly. The people around him only thought that a lunatic had arrived.
He is too tired and too hungry, so weak limbs is normal, coupled with extreme sadness, the body functions are correspondingly weakened.
Fang Zhiqiang closed the car door, struggled to get up from the ground, slowly returned to his house, opened the door and walked in. Without doing anything, he walked directly onto his bed, fell asleep there, and fell asleep within a minute of lying on the bed. He slept very hard. He knew that if he didn’t sleep, he would be completely. Can't hold on anymore. He didn't take off his clothes, even his shoes, and just fell asleep like this, without even being aware of it.
When he woke up the next day, Fang Zhiqiang found that his head was dizzy and he felt that he couldn't lift his head, but his hands and feet were cold. He touched his head with his hands. The first feeling was that it was hot. It's very, very hot and scary. He knew that he was sick, caught a cold, and had a fever.
His lips were already dry and cracked. Fang Zhiqiang got up from the bed with the wall, and walked out with the wall. He found a bottle of water and drank the whole bottle severely. Then he leaned on the wall and went out. Although his stomach was already hungry and began to cramp, his head hurt more than he was hungry.
Fang Zhiqiang alone supported the wall and walked to the small clinic on the corner of the street. He suddenly felt that he was the one abandoned by the world. His mother had died, his father had severed relations with him, and Nie Qian had betrayed. He, his best brother Bi Luochun also betrayed him, took his own money and ran away, women who want to get married don't want themselves. He seems to be the only person in this world. Fang Zhiqiang thought in his heart that if he died here now, no one would come to claim the corpse. Thinking of this, Fang Zhiqiang couldn't help but laugh. Extraordinarily tragic.
He struggled to get to the small clinic and sat down in front of the doctor, his eyelids a little unable to lift up, and said to the doctor, "Doctor, please give me injections and prescribe medicine. Besides, please do me a favor. Help me get a meal for me, or I will die with you, really, helped."
Fang Zhiqiang's appearance and what he said changed the face of the doctor's shock.
He quickly checked Fang Zhiqiang's body temperature and looked at the 41 degrees on the thermometer, which scared the doctor to death.
The doctor rushed to give Fang Zhiqiang an injection and then another drip. After working for a long time, they actually bought Fang Zhiqiang two steamed buns and a cup of hot soy milk from outside. It is morning, and there is no other food to eat.
Only after Fang Zhiqiang had eaten these things did he feel a little better, as if he had come alive.