big city small home

Chapter 125
Lu Zhenzhong has never wanted to see Sang Baiyue so much as tonight.

Vigorously left, Tian Tuan, a single boy who had maintained a friendship for three years, broke up.The other three men who were left on the spot were each looking for outlets for their emotions.

Luo Hui bought two roast ducks, one for him and Mu Qingxin; the other was placed on the dining table under the tent outside the car.He knew that dumb would come at night.Dumb's cardboard box was stuffed under his RV.He pretended not to notice.

That night, Luo Hui held Mu Qingqing in his arms and brought up the topic of children for the first time.Mu Qingxin, who was wriggling non-stop, immediately froze.Luo Hui only felt a soreness in his nasal cavity and almost cried.

He has graduated for two and a half years, and the lovely girl who sleeps next to him is 29 years old.How could he not know how much she wanted to be a mother.However, their economic conditions do not allow it.

I have to work hard for two more years and save more money before I dare to think about the future of the family of three.

"Dali resigned for his son."

"If we also have a son, will you leave Shanghai and return to your hometown for the son?"

Luo Hui didn't know what it was like to have a son, so he couldn't answer Mu Qingxin's questioning.He can only hold Mu Qingxin tightly, hoping that Mu Qingxin's warmth can squeeze away his inner anxiety.

After entering the twelfth lunar month, the night suddenly became cold.Several times when Luo Hui woke up in the middle of the night, he felt that he was sleeping in the open air.Iron sheets are not bricks after all.At any rate, he was fully covered, and he didn't know how Dumb, who only had one quilt, survived one cold winter night after another.

Lao Zhang picked up the bottom of the suitcase, took out his oldest old clothes, and locked all the valuables all over his body into the suitcase.Without the decoration of watches, belts, leather shoes, bracelets, and fancy clothes, Lao Zhang is as ordinary as a passerby.

He had suffered in his early years, and his dim and outdated old clothes were like a magnifying glass, magnifying all the hardships in his early years.Even he himself felt miraculous.In the mirror, he did not have the brilliance of the trainer, but he was just a young old man.

Tonight, the little old man decided to close his eyes and truly experience Double Joy.

He heard many men speak vividly.He doesn't plan to go to expensive clubs, if it's too expensive, he doesn't think it's worth it.The pink cottage on the side of the road is his ideal target.

He has imagined it countless times.He firmly believes that every time he imagines, he will appear more calm on the spot.

Lao Zhang drove out of the factory, stopped halfway, and took a taxi to get close to the destination he had inquired about a long time ago.After getting off the car, he was going to walk the last 800 meters without leaving any possible hidden dangers.He even thought about the details of paying the driver in cash.

Why is it called the red * light * district?

Lao Zhang used to use his brain.Is it because the lights in the pink cabin are pink?Lao Zhang, who always went straight to the details and ignored the name, thought about the origin of the name during the last 800 meters of going to the details.

He walked leisurely, knowing that the delicious food was coming, but he was not in a hurry.

It was rare to muster up the courage once, and he wanted to whet his appetite.

Lao Zhang simply looked left and right.He observed Anting Night at nine o'clock in the evening with great interest.The store is brightly lit, and the lights make the store look very warm in the cold night.Passers-by passed him on the road and walked forward quickly.At this time, the people walking on the street, apart from the hurrying night returnees, are young lovers who are sweet and sweet.

300 meters passed.Lao Zhang found that his heartbeat was uncontrollable.

500 meters passed.Lao Zhang found that his breathing also began to become joyful.

700 meters have passed, and the pink lights are already in sight.Old Zhang...but stopped.

It wasn't that his courage suddenly evaporated at the door, but that he saw a figure that he never expected to appear here at this moment.

talk show.

Tan Xiu was wearing a light gray knee-length coat, snuggling up beside a tall man.The body is close to the body, Tan Xiu's hand is still intimately inserted in the slanted pocket of the man's jacket.

Two people you squeeze me, I squeeze you, walking in the lonely winter night like no one else.Walk out of the flowers all the way.That cliff is the magic of love.

A car passes by.The headlights flickered.The man's face emerged from the darkness.

Old Zhang was even more surprised.

It's a young man.

Not very young, but definitely younger than Tan Xiu.Tan Xiu is only thin, and she looks far away in clothes. In fact, her face is already wrinkled.He had always found her dry, dull, and unfeminine.He didn't divorce her because of the children's sake and because of pity for her.

In fact, he was alone as a thief, while Tanxiu was in love openly and aboveboard.

The most desperate thing is that he can't convince himself that he has identified the wrong person.

Tan Xiu and the tall young man brushed past him.He indeed heard Tan Xiu's voice.They are talking about poetry.Lao Zhang captured half of the sentence "the weeds are worried about the spring".

Tan Xiu and her actually passed by, and the tactile sensation of the slight impact was still there.

Tanxiu's voice, Tanxiu's breath...everything proves that it is not an illusion.

Passing by, Tan Xiu didn't recognize him.

This shocked him even more than Tan Xiu dating a man.Is it because he was too successful in disguise today, or has he never been in her eyes?Although he tried desperately to convince himself that it was the former, his heart and reason unanimously chose the latter.

So, all these years of superiority are castles in the air?
Lao Zhang suddenly felt that he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and even if he took half a step forward, his body would be destroyed forever.Looking up, you can still see the pink lights, but Lao Zhang really doesn't have the courage to go any further.

The night wind of the twelfth lunar month is mixed with snowflakes, falling down.

Someone pushed open the store door exuding a warm yellow light, and before he could fully walk outside, he immediately exclaimed in surprise: "It's snowing in Shanghai!"

Amid the cries of surprise from others, Lao Zhang backed away timidly, and then backed away.He needs to think about it quickly, how to keep the formal marriage he has been in the same bed with different dreams for many years at the age of retirement.

Divorcing after getting old, it seems that he has failed too much in life!

Lu Zhenzhong was driving on his way to Ginkgo Garden to meet Sang Baiyue when he suddenly received a call from Lao Zhang.Lao Zhang almost never calls Lu Zhenzhong. He is a fashionable old-fashioned man who is familiar with sending WeChat messages and voice calls.

Perhaps because of the working day, there are not many cars on the road.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Lu Zhenzhong pressed the answer button.

"Brother. I can't do it anymore." Lao Zhang's weak voice came.Sounds like a heart attack.Although Lu Zhenzhong has never experienced or seen a heart attack.

Lu Zhenzhong hurriedly parked on the side of the road.

When I stopped, I realized that there was snow in the sky.Street lamps illuminate the snowflakes like tiny dancing fairies.Lu Zhenzhong looked at all the big snowflakes flying under the street lamps, and was fascinated for a moment.

He had no reason to think of a sentence his sister said: In winter, Dad will wrap you in a cotton coat, wrap it up, and take you to visit...

Shaking his head, he retracted his mind.

"Old Zhang? What's wrong with you?"

(End of this chapter)