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It was said that the first person to be tempted would eventually become the loser in love.

In the past, I felt that those words were laughable, because in front of me, Shen Jianing had never been the victor.

He would fly home from work at night when I got mad, just because I saw a movie where I couldn't sleep because of the horror of it.

He would also suddenly hug me when I was extremely angry, and use childish words to coax me. He said, Song Yi, I'll give you anything you want, don't bully me, alright?

I can laugh to my heart's content, like a fox that has eaten a grape.

I always felt that I was that fox, and Shen Jianing was just like the grapes hanging at my fingertips, tender and juicy. Even when they swayed in the wind, they wouldn't move an inch even if they died.

So, when Shen Jianing's mother, who was often in the newspapers and magazines, who was as noble as a snow lotus blooming on a mountain, blocked me off in the apartment that Shen Jianing had bought for me, I did not panic at all. I even developed my thoughts according to the TV dramas I had watched before.

I am not a white lotus, but she is the evil woman who forced the pure mistress to her death.

I have played to the fullest, the mood burst into full play, but the heart is laughing almost spasmodic.

Shen Jianing was called back from the main company meeting by me, and I repeated my brilliant performance in front of him. I knew, he hated that woman to the extreme, so I thought that what I had done was to help him.

Shen Jianing laughed until tears came out of his eyes.

I think he's childish. Isn't that what revenge should be like? To be able to strike the enemy and make oneself happy, this was the highest level.

I say, Shen Jianing, can you be a bit more promising, can you be like a man, able to not cry just because you're not in a good mood, you're so childish, you're too embarrassing!

Shen Jianing nodded his head and suddenly pulled me into his embrace. He hugged me so tightly that I could barely breathe.

I grinned, but my voice was hoarse.

"Shen Jianing, that's not true, right?"

Shen Jianing didn't speak, and continued to hug me tightly. His fingers tugged on my hair without any pity or caress. It was as if he wanted to completely destroy that head of black hair.

"Shen Jianing, you coward!"

I pushed myself away with all of my might, and looked at the strand of long hair that Shen Jianing was still holding in his hand, my eyes completely red.

All the suspicion in my heart became reality, but I was so angry that I started laughing, "Hehe, Shen Jianing, since you've compromised, then why are you grabbing onto me? Are you going to make me your mistress in your marriage, or are you going to take me straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get married? "

Shen Jianing's body trembled, but his hand loosened. I watched the long hair slip out of his hand. There were many such scenes in my memory, but I had never experienced such a heart-wrenching scene.

It was as if a human's life was like a strand of hair. If it fell, it would be impossible to turn back.

"Song Yi, I don't love her, but I can't let the Shen family be destroyed by me. I can't let myself have nothing. I can't let myself, who has nothing, be so incapable of loving you. Do you understand? "

Shen Jianing clenched his fists tightly, patiently enduring the pain. However, I found it funny. "You mean that when you marry, you compromise, it's because you love me. Shen Jianing, in your heart, am I such a person? "

"Aren't you? Song Yi, no one knows you better than me. You are hypocritical, you are lazy, you desire freedom but you need money to support you. But, if I wasn't the young master of the Shen family, if I wasn't someone who could give you freedom and money, would you still love me? Song Yi, you can't be that good, right? "

I was suddenly at a loss for words, staring at the man in front of me.

In my mind, I recalled the first time I met him. He was riding a bicycle while I was carrying a drawing board. It was a very dog-blooded collision. A very dog-blooded relationship. Now, it was about to end.

I laughed until tears came to my eyes. I discovered that if two people were together for too long, they would really be infected, including the nature of the root causes.

"Yeah, Shen Jianing, if you aren't the young master of the Shen family, if you aren't someone who can give me money and freedom, then, I won't love you. "So, now, I don't love you!"

I'm in my pajamas, cartoon, fat Pi Dai, laughing like a fool.

Shen Jianing used to laugh at me, saying that such clothes don't suit such casual styles. I also laugh, but my heart is even more lonely than the sea.

Shen Jianing did not chase after me.

He said, Song Yi, leave me, you are nothing. You'll come back, you'll come back!

His shout was a bit heart-wrenching, but it was also incomparably domineering. It was as if he had vented his feelings for a very long time, as though he was very confident.

That's right, I have already graduated from university five years ago and my most beautiful years include the existence of Shen Jianing. Maybe, in the eyes of everyone, I, Song Yi, am nothing after leaving Shen Jianing. Can't buy a bag, can't go into a high-end hotel, can't be like a proud white swan, raised his chin to look down at all the tragedy in the world.

I stood in the street and smiled like a fool, like a star.

So it turns out that all the fairy tales are lies. Even if you ignore all the details, erase all the stockings, hair, perfume, lipstick, and text messages that are ambiguous to the point of being naked, but the truth is the truth. Even if you get cataract blind, those things still happen.

"Hey, miss, how much is the night?"

The drunk guy stuck his head out of the car and looked at me with cloudy eyes. His split mouth showed yellow teeth.

"Do you have ten?"

I was still smiling, my hands pulling at the hem of my skirt, my long hair hanging in front of my chest, and all of a sudden, I was ten years old, and I was standing in the middle of a busy street like this, looking at a stranger and asking stupidly, "Ten pieces, do you have one?"

That year, I was beaten black and blue by my drunken father. That year, I knew that I was a bastard that no one wanted, that my mother and others raped and gave birth to me and I died. My father, wearing a green hat, looked at me as I grew longer and longer.

Ten dollars, the fare from our town to the city, and I've always thought that the city, brightly lit on television, must be warm, like a house with a big star, enough to make him laugh until he dies.

I smelled the unfamiliar smell of alcohol, which made me loathe it but also tremble with grief. I was pulled into the car, and the obscene laughter stopped abruptly as my arm was gripped.

"Song Yi, you are so despicable!"