Chapter 73: The Lost Truth

Familiar tone and unchanging style of speaking.

For the past two years, the nightmares that have always appeared on me again and again, arbitrarily interrupting my happiness. The hell that let myself be happy and easily push me into the magma is still a glacier in the cold wind.

"Your only friend is forced to fulfill his dream because of your decision, but you can still laugh. Does alcohol make you excited, or do you feel that someone has finally failed like you?

It's like this again, SMS without warning.

He doesn't seem to talk to me face to face, and just a few words are enough to show the influence and deterrent he has brought to me.

Why, why did I do nothing and didn't interfere with anything else, but still haunt me like this?

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think Yuan Meng's failure is really her own problem? Hasn't anything special happened to you or her during this period?"

The other end of the phone still replied to me quickly.

I looked at Yuan Meng, who was sleeping beside me, and somehow flashed what Situ Lei said to me.

"Don't forget that I have the final say in this school. I can remove all the people you care about from you one by one..."

Sum...

The wine can and mobile phone in his hand slipped to the ground, and the unfinished wine gurgled out of it. Soon, the yellow ** soaked Yuan Meng's clothes sleeping beside him.

The white and loose T-shirt was stained with an old dark yellow, and the memory became as inferior and repulsive as copper rust.

At this time, I suddenly remembered the documents I saw on the table when I went to the student union that day. Would that be the document to transfer Yuan Meng to Inner Mongolia for training? What else did I miss and have not been found?

I searched the memories in my mind and the words and deeds about Situ Lei.

But I can't remember any key words. My mind was full of Situ Lei's cold smile that day and said that I would get rid of all the people I care about.

The hand holding the mobile phone trembled for some reason, and why everyone became so untrustworthy. You broke my fantasy, expectations for the future, and trust in you one by one.

The promised love seems to have turned into the same proportion of damage, and even fought back more fiercely, tearing me to the point where I can't resist.

The mobile phone lights up again:

"Why, are you panicked? I know you won't believe my words easily. Ask Yuan Meng personally, and you will hear more real words than me."

Another text message from him. My every move seems to be hidden from his eyes. He is like a sea witch under the deep sea. Whether I hide on the shore or the bottom of the sea, light or darkness, he can easily grab my hair and drag me into the place where he is, the bottomless, dark and wet cave. .

At 2 o'clock at midnight, I began to can't stand the silence of the night. Di Lan went back to my room to sleep, while I had been sitting by the window. Yuan Meng turned over and grabbed the clothes soaked in beer, which seemed to make her very uncomfortable.

After all, it's summer, and Yuan Meng, who is completely asleep, is not something that Di Lan and I can toss around. It's cooler to sleep on the ground like this.

The night always blinds people so easily that we can't see the road ahead. And what you get by blindly groping is only small scars on the palm. It's not fatal, but painful.

Unclear thoughts are entangled together, and suspicion and suspicion will always easily defeat a person's reason. Especially for an extremely emotional person like me, reason can easily become vulnerable.

Is it him?

If it's really him, does Liu Ziyang know? How could he agree with Situ Lei to do this? This did not hurt me at all. The deepest and saddest person was Yuan Meng.

But if Liu Ziyang knew how could he be indifferent when he saw such a sad Yuan Meng, he would even shake out the secret that he had promised to keep his mouth for me because of my words.

After cleaning up the empty wine jars scattered on the ground, I lay on the ground with my eyes closed and couldn't sleep for a long time. The feeling of half-dreaming made my thoughts wander between reality and dreams, unable to tell whether my consciousness was awake or had entered another situation in my sleep.

I was confused and didn't know whether it was sleepwalking or subconscious control. I slowly touched the mobile phone beside me, and then pressed those strange and familiar numbers without looking at them. Over the years, I have always pressed this string of numbers again and again, and then deleted them one by one. It was not until I finally got tired of such repeated movements that I began to hate this habitual keystroke.

But no matter how it is deleted, it is doomed not to disappear from my memory.

I have long been used to the night. Even if I can't see anything, I can clearly press the mobile phone, computer, and the button arrangement of familiar objects around me.

Because I have fallen in love with the only one that can protect me, hiding me in it without complaining about the night...

There was a slow and rhythmic beep on the phone, and there was also a slow voice in my mind that said to me, hang up, hang up!!

But my hands did not act according to the brain's thinking. I don't know what kind of strong will controlled my own brain and let all this go smoothly on this quiet night.

"Who?"

The sound became clearer in the quiet late night, so clear that his face was automatically outlined in front of me.

"I want to see you."

"What did you say?"

He didn't seem to believe what he heard on the other end of the phone. He must let me repeat it to confirm the authenticity of the four simple words.

"I want to see you, don't you want to, or dare not?" I repeated one side at his request, but the following sentence was half drunk and half awake. At this moment, I can't even determine whether the words want to provoke him or immediately fulfill the doubts in my heart.

"It's too late, tomorrow."

He replied calmly, as if my words had no impact on him.

"Are you asleep?" Suddenly, I wanted to ask this. I have entered a chaotic state and I don't know what I'm talking about.

"Not yet, I won't go to bed so early."

I instinctively raised my hand and opened my eyes to look at the time against the dazzling mobile phone light. It was three o'clock in the morning. However, he used early to describe the time when this normal person has already fallen asleep.

"Sleep quickly. If you have anything to say, let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

He urged me to go to bed quickly, and the voice was calm and soft.

And I seem to be nostalgic for this feeling again.

......

"Hey, Luo Lin, are you still listening?"

He began to call my name, but I just answered vaguely with perfunctory words like 'um, ah'. I was sleepy and tired. I tried to stay up all night, but there was no his voice, his warmth, and no throbbing that had been lost for a long time in my heart.

Maybe I really fell asleep, maybe this night's nostalgia is just a dream, a dream away from time and inner entanglement and resentment. There was only me and that calm and soft voice in the dream. It was as soft and comfortable as lying in the last cloud above the sky, and Yuan Meng's slight sniffing after drinking regularly urged me to sleep.

The sun rose slowly, as if it woke me up when the first ray of sunshine shined in front of me. It felt as if I had seen the sunrise at my window. There was no magnificent view of the mountains, and I did not witness the visual impact of the sky gradually lighting up in front of my eyes. He just said to himself plainly in his heart, "It's dawn."

The night's tossing and turning seems to be looking forward to the sunshine in the sky. My head is slightly painful. I haven't drunk so much wine for a long time. In the past, I used to find a secluded corner and used that cup of bitter ** to gather the thoughts of those who left me, but last night I really just wanted to I was drunk and went drunk without myself with Yuan Meng. And the memory also stayed at the moment when she drank until she couldn't pour herself down.

The mobile phone was inexplicably placed next to my ear. I just picked up the phone and didn't wait to see who was displayed by the number. A voice came almost in seconds: "Wake up?"

At this time, I vaguely remembered that I seemed to have made such a phone call last night, but what I said was a blank memory.

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Don't you want to see me?" He was questioning and curious on the other end of the phone.

"Me?"

I looked at the duration of the ongoing call. The call has lasted for two hours, and the words on it also make me unable to deny the fact that I dialed. And he on the other end of the phone also made me not know how to face it.

"You pack up and see you downstairs after breakfast."

Following her voice, I looked at Yuan Meng sleeping beside me and pushed her, but she didn't seem to want to wake up, and the clothes soaked in alcohol were also dried by her body temperature.

After the slightly haggard face was stimulated by alcohol overnight, a sense of vicissitudes appeared.

"Come out now." After replying to him concisely, I hung up the phone.

Although it's still early, he may have kept me sleepless for half a night with the phone, but I don't want to drag it any longer. If Yuan Meng wakes up and knows that all these problems are not her, but someone else deliberately wants to drag her into the water, what will she think? Will she not even have a chance for me to prove the truth? Leave it to me.

Thinking of this, I quickly got up and rushed out without even changing my clothes.

I don't want to waste every second so meaninglessly. Even if Yuan Meng recovered to the original heartless woman in our talk and drunkenness last night, there will always be a deep mark in the place where her heart has been pierced. She should not bear the feeling of pain when she thinks about it.