Chapter 148 Blooming Commitment

Before everything returned to peace, the balance in Zou Bei's passbook became a bunch of general numbers. She had never told anyone why she had to stay in this house? Maybe it was a habit. The feeling of home was that Zou Feng earned from his blood and sweat. Only here can he fall asleep peacefully.

Unfortunately, after the Chinese New Year, the small apartment they rented out was replaced by tenants. She forgot that it was the place where they had lived. There were men in their thirties next door, each of whom was tall and stout, and their faces were not kind. Zou Bei occasionally went out to see him, but he was heavy in his hands and feet and loved to make trouble. He made him ping-pong all day long, and he even made him unable to sleep at night.

After the beginning of the Chinese New Year, Zou Bei was very luxurious and would wake up if he had a sound. He didn't see anything other neighbors said. He seemed to be the only one who suffered. He went to the property management office several times to complain, but he felt that he didn't deliberately provoke you. Other people's living habits, you are not the head of the household and have no position to interfere. After several ideological struggles, he just tolerate it. This is how life is.

In a blink of an eye, another year was again. Zou Bei and Dingdang went to work as a clerk together, passing the time. As long as the man was not mentioned, his emotions were still stable. Occasionally, he would ask Dingdang what he planned in the future. He would be lazy day by day, and he would be slack every day. What was impossible to spend every day. Who could guess how long a person’s life would be?

After using up my childhood, it’s my turn to have a young man, and I’ve lived through my physically strong middle age...

It’s time to pack up and leave. Who isn’t that?

It was another hot summer. Last year or the next year, they went to the coast and told each other about their love in the sea. Over the past six months, a little sad face appeared on Dingdang's face, and then they were busy with their own affairs. Who was not tired of making a living? After asking several times, Zou Bei found out that Dingdang's family showed her a good relationship at home and forced her to go home to get married.

Zou Bei is mentally ok!Just ask, "Don't you come out?"

It's almost the same.Dingdang, who became thinner and thinner, looked haggard: He said he bought a house in the county town and should settle down.

Why Ah?Zou Bei felt his heart shiny. His only two good friends had left, so where should she go?

Dingdang murmured: Why?A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of my lips: Simple, I am old and can no longer float.After saying that, Luolan looked out the window: This city is too cold.

Zou Bei followed her gaze and looked out: Where isn't it cold?

Dingdang's face was expressionless, and he lowered his head and looked at his palms: Since junior high school, we have known each other and have been living in the shadow of you and Long Tao for more than ten years... The faint voice is a bit like ice slag: Whether you like it or not, I always have to live for myself...

That night, Dingdang did not live here, Zou Bei stood alone on the balcony, and the dawn was the first time he stood...

A faint light was faintly revealed in the window of the neighbor next door, and welcoming a morning of chewing wax together...

The whole summer and early autumn were dull. City C seemed to finally be unable to hold it in. It started raining endlessly in September, and there was a smell of mold in the air. The world was sewn together by the unending threads, and the whole world was turned upside down in the pond.

When Zou Bei passed downstairs, his aunt complained; this is God crying.The elderly man with a frown face walked around the puddles one after another and went home slowly alone.

Who can have a good mood in this kind of weather? Especially in the hazy evening, Zou Bei came back from outside and went to the mailbox to take out the newspaper and payment form, dragged it to the elevator door, which was stuck on the 8th floor. Who moved?

I put on the shoulder bag that fell on the left and accidentally passed the 2302 payment form. How many months did this come about?

Did you vote wrong?

Just as I was about to hand it over to the security guard, I suddenly froze.

The blood woke up in vain at that moment, like a beast, roaring and roaring, ramming wildly, breaking out of the body, deducting the account on the electricity bill, the upper right corner, the number that was branded in the brain with familiar technology......

How could it be...

A violent dizziness came, and the sound of the elevator dripping in his ears. He rushed into the elevator in a hurry, staring at the numbers moving upwards...

On the first floor, second floor, and third floor, your eyesight is gradually blurring. On the tenth floor, and on the eleventh floor, you fall deeper and deeper. How long can it take for more than ten seconds?

The elevator opened, on the right side, in the corner, the light white 2032 door number pierced into the eyes like a steel blade. Zou Bei walked into it, took out the key, and suddenly smiled slightly. This was the key when he rented a house before, and he was about to throw it away...

What's the use of you today?

The security door opened quietly with breathing sounds. The room was very dark, with dark sunshade curtains hanging on the right side. A single bed was placed against the wall. Basically lonely and old leaves were floating on the edge of the table. There was a stainless steel wheelchair in front...

On the balcony, there is a pot of dazzling red mountain red, and a pot of red peonies with a single branch, half exposed on the edge of the balcony, in the bitter rain...

Zou Bei slowly pressed the iron door, his eyes turned around in the room, and the wall was still the pictorial when he worked. His young daughter smiled and looked into the distance, pressing towards him. The dark night was pressing hard, covering her mouth and leaning weakly on the door panel. It took a long time to regain her strength. She lay on the pictorial, slid gently over and over again, and gently slid over the cold wall, the beautiful paintings...

Dad, let’s just hang this one, okay?Zou Bei acted coquettishly and fell into the man's arms.

Well, I can’t see the baby, I can also see the painting.The man's low and smirk seemed to be reappearing.

If the pain continues to last at the extreme, isn’t it considered pain?Can you get used to it?Get used to those lonely roads and cold beds?

Really, Zou Bei thought quietly. She was gradually getting used to it. From the constant torture to the pain of several hours, she no longer thought of you every minute and every second. In addition to holding a cold wind when she reached out and laughing when she looked up, she also had the love words that really couldn't fill up in the time...

I will also care about people and can accept other people's concerns.

In those lonely long nights, I can also sleep, and occasionally, I will have some happy dreams related to you... instead of thinking about hitting the wall and hitting the pillow like in the past...

But what's the use of all this?Without you, life is a mechanical continuation, a mirage without souls, a mirage...

So you spare no effort to create this illusion and make me believe that you have been enjoying the sunshine somewhere, just like me...

You know, this way I can endure it, and even if I doubt your abandonment, I will wait...

For this reason, you hide yourself, in this cold and quiet room, in those lonely days, facing the pain of falling and getting up again and again, waiting for those simplest actions, and being gradually confiscated by the illness...

I can hear clearly...

But he was confused and ignorant...

Putting his forehead against the wall, the sounds of his ears covered the sky and swarming from the dark time, instantly pressing him out of breath...

But it's good, if I find that you are so close, will you never be able to hold back and can never play again? This game belongs to us... If that's the case, you would be so sad...

You know that death is an extremely sweet temptation, just like those unconscious days, the fragrant black...

So later it rained, like those that were wandering on the city wall, buried in the autumn wind, and hidden among the petals, and those depressing sobs...

But these are not enough, far from enough...

Except for the real you...

So, Dad... stop hiding, come back quickly, let Beibei guess how long will it take to wait?Turn around, leaning back against the wall, closing his eyes and counting silently: One hour, one day, one month, one year?