Bizzare Love - chapter 66

However, when he came back, he didn’t say anything, he just smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in silence.

One after another, it seemed that he was going to release all the things he had restrained a while ago.

Jiang Ren was too calm, but no one thought he was calm.

In the calm, a wave of madness was faintly suppressed.

Fang Tan in the driver’s seat asked for a long while, “Brother Ren, that…”

Jiang Ren looked at the place where his finger was. The ice crystal ball was filled with a layer of snowflakes and the word “Ting” in the lower right corner was completely blurred. He stared at the word for a while, then his lips twitched.

Then he said faintly, “Don’t worry, it will melt in a short time, drive.”

Fang Tan started the car and He Junming couldn’t bear the depressed atmosphere, “Brother Ren, have you seen her yet.”

Jiang Ren closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, “No.”

He would rather not.

When Shu Lan told him Meng Ting went to participate in the piano competition, he was silent for a long time. Almost immediately, he figured out who was on the stage when he first met her. Shu Lan did not play the piano that time, it was her.

When his mother abandoned him and his father and ran away with adulterers, he swore that he would never like a woman who was too talented in the future.

Oh, look, how beautiful they were. On the one hand, let the man fall for her, on the other hand, stay reserved and proud. When you get too obsessed with her, she will dump you mercilessly.

This kind of person was the most ruthless.

Even after the fifth year after his mother left, his father cleaned the piano room himself.

Jiang Ren held his arms and looked at the poor abandoned man coldly and mockingly.

He would not become the second Jiang Jixian.

However, when he thought that it was Meng Ting, in addition to a ridiculous sense of sadness in his heart, he also had heavy expectations. She was such an introverted and soft person, how could she have such a flamboyant and beautiful side?

He wanted to see her.

But when he arrived, she had already finished the performance.

Little snow flies.

She wore a blue winter dress with white fur on the cuffs and skirt and her long hair was tied only with ribbons of the same color. The long ribbon hung in front of the chest. There was a piano whirling not far away and she looked up at the snow.

The porcelain-white neck skin seemed as white as snow.

For a moment, time seemed to stagnate, as if he had returned to the room where his mother’s collection was opened when he was a child and he saw an ink painting when he raised his eyes.

The painting was full of snow and a young girl reached out to pick it up. Her black hair was hanging down and her long eyelashes were dotted with white snowflakes. She stood in the painting with her lips slightly curved, with a sweet smile.

How old was he then?

Seven or eight years old?

Angrily he smashed all the things left by his mother that could be smashed, but hesitated in front of this famous painting.

He stared at the painting blankly and even thought she would come out. But she didn’t come out and when he shook her head, he realized that it was just a painting of a very beautiful girl.

He bit his lip humiliatingly, with tears in his eyes, unwilling to be bewitched by a ridiculous painting and angrily smashed it to pieces.

Many years later, he could not remember the appearance of the girl of ink painting, but he remembered the stunning beauty.

Tonight, this feeling was stronger than before.

But he came late and Meng Ting had finished playing.

He felt hollow in his heart and looked at her from a distance. It was ridiculous for a while and his heartbeat was out of control.

Until he saw a boy put his jacket on her.

She looked up and the boy lowered his head and held her shoulders.

They kissed on Christmas Eve and it was quiet under the dark sky.

She did not push that person away from beginning to end.

He didn’t know how long he stood, maybe one minute, maybe half an hour.

Jiang Ren still remembered that she would frown whenever he put his jacket on her.

In order to keep his clothes without the smell of smoke, he endured the addiction, like a fool.

He also remembered kissing her when he was out of control and she pushed him away against his chest, saying that he was a rogue. Since then he sent her home, opened his arms and took it back as if nothing had happened.

Obviously last night, he wanted to hug her from behind.

He closed his eyes, turned and left.

He walked calmly, for long, then started to run frantically, aimlessly, regardless of direction.

The cold air rushed into the lungs like a knife, causing sharp pain.

“Heck!” He clenched his fists and kicked on the street lamp.

The light shook.

Jiang Ren spat out with a cold face, with a hint of redness.

He wanted to go back, wanted to pull the boy away, wanted to stab him to death, wanted to ask her why she was doing this to him.

He even wanted to destroy her like smashing the ink painting.

But he couldn’t even take a step.