"I won't ask you to go in. My father and mother are very angry because of what happened today, because the wedding has been planned and all relatives and friends have been notified. Now suddenly the groom is gone and the wedding is cancelled. This is a big deal. It's very embarrassing. 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 ask you to go in. Drive slower, you haven't eaten. , go eat something by yourself, stop being so cruel to yourself, be kind to yourself, do you understand?" When Wang Yaxin said this, her voice began to choke, and tears finally began to flow down like a broken thread.
Fang Zhiqiang also looked at Wang Yaxin with wet eyes, watching helplessly as Wang Yaxin turned around, walked into the house step by step, and then closed the door without looking back or stopping at all.
Fang Zhiqiang slowly squatted in the corner and looked 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 couldn't control it at all. Holding back his tears, he wanted to go in and tell Wang Yaxin that he loved her from beginning to end, that he really wanted to marry her, that he really wanted to be good to her and give her happiness all his life. , However, he knew that he was no longer qualified to say these words, because what he did violated his promise, and no one would believe him.
Fang Zhiqiang felt that his legs were weak and he could no longer squat, so he sat down on the ground, leaned against the wall, took out his cigarettes, and smoked them one after another. I don't know what he is thinking, and he himself doesn't know what he is thinking.
But Wang Yaxin did not go far away. She stood at the door of her home, standing in the cat's eye, looking at Fang Zhiqiang who was sitting on the ground and smoking cigarettes, tears streaming down her face. Tears covered her beautiful face, flowed into her neck and wet her clothes.
Fang Zhiqiang sat there from afternoon to evening, and then slowly stood up. His legs were completely numb. He walked into the elevator while holding on to the wall, and then took some steps He staggered slowly into Wang Xia's car and drove slowly towards Shanghai.
The car's DV suddenly started playing Wang Feng's "In Spring". Fang Zhiqiang suddenly turned up the sound to the maximum, and started roaring along with the music playing: "I still remember many In the spring of two years ago, I had not yet cut off my long hair, had no credit card, no her, and no home with 24-hour hot water. But I was so happy back then, even though I only had a broken acoustic guitar, walking on the street Under the bridge, in the fields, singing the songs that no one cares about, maybe one day, I will be old and homeless, please keep me in that time, if one day, I leave quietly, please bury me in this spring …”
Fang Zhiqiang roared while driving the car, driving wildly on the highway, tears sliding down his face along with the singing.Falling, he kept singing and roaring, until finally his voice was completely mute and he could no longer sing any sound.
He had not slept for two whole days and two nights, and had not eaten anything for two whole nights and one day, including a sip of water.
When Fang Zhiqiang drove the car to the cabin where he lived, it was already past two in the morning.
When he got out of the car, he stumbled and fell next to the car. The not-so-smooth cement floor scratched his palms and blood flowed out. Fang Zhiqiang suddenly smiled when he looked at the blood flowing from his hands. He sat on the ground and laughed wildly. The people around him just thought there was a madman.
He was too tired and too hungry, so it was normal for his limbs to be weak. Coupled with his extreme sadness, his body functions were correspondingly sluggish.
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 to his bed, lay there and fell asleep deeply. He fell asleep within a minute of falling on the bed. He slept very hard. He knew that if he didn't sleep, he would be completely dead. I can't hold on anymore. He didn't take off his clothes or even his shoes, he just fell asleep, so sleepy that he lost consciousness.
When he woke up the next day, Fang Zhiqiang found that his head was dizzy, his head was so heavy that he could not lift it up, and his hands and feet were cold. He touched his own with his hands. The first thing I felt about my head was that it was hot, very, very hot, frighteningly hot. He knew that he was sick, had a cold, and had a fever.
His lips were dry and cracked. Fang Zhiqiang climbed out of bed while holding on to the wall, walked out, found a bottle of water, and drank the whole bottle. Then he just held on to the wall and walked out. Although his stomach was already cramping with hunger, his head hurt more than being hungry.
Fang Zhiqiang walked to the small clinic on the corner by himself, holding on to the wall. He suddenly felt that he was the person abandoned by the world. His mother passed away, and his father and himself The relationship was severed, Nie Qian betrayed her, and her best brother Bi Luochun also betrayed her, taking her own money and running away, and the woman who wanted to get married did not want her. He seemed to be the only one in this world. Fang Zhiqiang thought in his heart that if he died here now, no one would come to claim the body. Thinking of this, Fang Zhiqiang couldn't help but laugh. Extraordinarily tragic.
He struggled to the small clinic and sat down directly in front of the doctor. He could hardly raise his eyelids and said to the doctor: "Doctor, please give me an injection and medicine. In addition, Please do me a favor and bring me a meal, otherwise I will die here, really, help."
Fang Zhiqiang's appearance and words, Treat other people's doctorsHis face changed with fear.
He quickly examined Fang Zhiqiang and took his temperature. Looking at the forty-one degree displayed on the thermometer, the doctor was scared to death.
The doctor was busy giving Fang Zhiqiang an injection and then an intravenous drip. After working for a long time, he finally bought two steamed buns and a cup of hot soy milk for Fang Zhiqiang. It was morning now. There is something else to eat.
After Fang Zhiqiang ate these things, he felt a little better and seemed to be alive.
PS: I owe you four chapters. This is the third supplementary chapter. I still owe you one chapter.